CARVAHLO, PARIS DENAE

[PARIS DENAE CARVAHLO]

PARIS CARVAHLO

full name Paris Denae Carvahlo
nicknames Carvahlo, Pay.
type Canon.
gender XX, female.
age Eighteen.
birthday December, twenty-third.
group Popular.
clique Royal.
grade Senior.
sexuality Bisexual.
occupation Exotic Dancer.
face claim Samantha Arianna Diaz.
alias Gucci.

persona
malicious, erratic, crude, domineering, coquettish, rigorous, catty, witty, vain, flighty, materialistic, virtuous, prideful, immoral, expansive.

life
A diva is a female version of a hustler.

[/s] We've all seen The Bad Girls Club on the Oxygen channel, every night around eight o'clock. Only at eighteen, Paris is comparable to any of those women. Though, anyone could have told you- even in Paris's younger years she'd had a diva side to her, one that only grew more and more power hungry with the years. In her adolescent years Paris lived in a small; but wealthy neighborhood of Santa Barbara, California. Her mother had made it her duty to sign Paris up for every neighborhood sponsored sport, already giving her an overpowering sense to every other girl in the community. And if asked, that was the main roots of Paris's success. Paris excelled in each and every sport she'd joined, her body naturally fit for physical endurance. However, ballet was her strong point. Paris had taken an unusual liking to the labourous dance, a dance that would soon lead her to her current profession. Though Paris could now be viewed as a professional in the exotic dancing business it was never her priority, or even anything she'd considered until late.

While her mother was out doing whatever and WHOMEVER she could during the daylight hours, her father was off fighting wars in third world countries.. leaving Paris to her imagination, and of course daddy's money. On the days she wasn't having roaring parties- further increasing her reputation, a tutor would stop by the house to practice four hours of ballet with Paris. Paris absolutely loved these sessions, her mentor only the finest in all California. Though her instructor was only a few years older than her, Paris would assume the role of older sister.. though in time, she'd make sexual advances towards the young instructor. While, at the age of fifteen now, Paris had never experienced the loving a woman could provide. She'd lost her virginity at fourteen, and at the time was feeling perfectly fine and sexual with men. Though as Paris and her instructor made months of progress in ballet, they'd also made an exclusive bond. Paris felt comfortable with the woman, whom was named Claire. When Paris took a liking to things, it was only natural for said items to become hers-- as poor Claire ended up, in this case. Paris conned Claire out of her loving and ballet finesse. And to the streets it was with Claire after a dully short three months. Their relationship had shot sky high and back down too shortly and blandly for Paris, and while her feelings for Claire had quickly subsided the sensation a woman provided did not. Thus, Paris was bisexual throughout the rest of her childhood and into adulthood. While I could sit here and elaborate on Paris's current personality, it would do no good. As Paris's mother was prepared to give her daughter anything, Paris could only grow into the personality she has now. Her mother was a die-hard Paris fan, giving her the love and compassion a best friend would give, not a mother. Though she only wanted Paris's admiration, and frankly, never got it.

Paris was taking her ballet into a more professional aspect by the age of sixteen, already performing in theatres across the country, and occasionally over seas. Paris paid her own way into fame, though, her parents always too busy for the likes of their mere child. With no proper parenting or morals, Paris was pregnant at the same time her ballet career was finally taking off. She was out of a job for several weeks, while she got her life together.. figured out what to do with the thing. The baby's father of course never wanted to lend a hand, leaving the frame as soon as he'd came. Which wasn't a problem for Paris as she hadn't expected to keep the child, anyways. Before Paris even imagined moving back with her parents, she stopped by the abortion clinic. Forever wiping out any existence of a growing child. While at the time, she pushed it out of her mind-- forever she's haunted and scarred by what could have been. When Paris moved back in with her parents, she was twelve weeks out of a career and out of practicing ballet. Her motivation to further push the career was dead, and she continued high school in a vacationing house her parents owned in Manchester, Maryland. There she would continue her education at the local academy for her final year of schooling before college- working part time at the local club as a stripper.. exotic dancer.

Now, Paris's reputation is the most important part of her life. She's inclined to do everything, and anything illegal now that there is nobody to stop her- unless you count authorities, of course. Upon coming to the academy, Paris has made some.. well, to be frank, more than cliche friends. They're the usual bitchy royals every typical school has. But it's okay, because they're Paris's friends. Despite the fact most of the group is waiting to slit her throat at any given moment, Paris couldn't do anything but feel the same for half of them, and if she were to fall down the food chain- metaphorically speaking- she wouldn't do any less then take them all down with her. note: i kind of don't want her history (abortion issue) used against her, if that's okay. she acts like it's not a big deal, so if someone were to use it against her to hurt her she wouldn't necessarily care unless the said person was important to her. i don't think it could/should be the downfall of her reputation. something more... dramatic might just so happen to come up. x] .

role playing sample
note: it's a dog role-play, but it's the only one i have saved at the moment unfortunately. Legs that went on for days, hips that shook more than the Grand Canyon at high tide. Yes, Bianca was a sight for eyes. Just as beautiful and exotic as her name implied. Her dress held all sorts of hues and tints, mainly consisting of the darkest and bold colors. As she was a daily follower of personal hygiene-- Bianca managed herself as well as any stray could, cleansing daily and running amongst the lavender so as to create a pleasant aroma. And so with everything going for it, it came to no surprise she was favored and prized amongst the opposite sex. She was, for lack of better term, a great sex appeal. Everything about her was uncanny and gorgeous. Even the way she snarled had an arousing effect to others.

The day could be described as any other in the dingy little town of Saddle Creek. Dusty. Which, even at that, was a huge understatement. Bianca estimated about two years of dust collecting in her lungs; home to many viruses and bacteria. Though the town very much so represented small town life, it had taken on a much greater look when the humans had gone. The food chain had been at its greatest loss when they'd moved, room for the next power-hungry race to snatch up title. And with dogs at the foot and command of the two-legs, it only seemed natural for seniority to go to the dogs. The town the reaming with dogs, inhabited and almost over-populated. But Bianca had done herself a favor long ago and moved clear out of town. She'd taken up shelter in the mountains just overlooking Saddle Creek's water tower. Occasionally she'd make trips to town, when the day was right for walking temperature. Though today she could have questioned her motives to come into town. It was too cold for her tongue to even loll out of the side of her mouth, let alone open her eyes wide. Any saliva held in her mouth immediately dried when she took in a breath-take of air. Her paws were covered in boots of snow, numb to the point of blood circulation loss. But all in all the day wasn't as bad as most of the seemingly endless Winter had been. The days had only gotten warmer from the start, and Bianca thus far hadn't had much to complain about.. though that hadn't really stopped her from finding things, despite how pointless they were to complain about.

''Damn this darned Saloon and it's incapability to keep a decent stock.'' Bianca's voice was husky and rough, a low whisper if anything. She cursed her luck before slithering from behind the bar and laying herself roughly against the hard floorboards. Since their departure, it seemed Bianca had blamed everyone but the humans themselves for everything that went wrong in the town. She had done drank up all of the liquor the saloon once had to offer, yet somehow it ended up anyone elses' fault but Bianca's herself. Bianca didn't really ever blame herself for anything that could possibly be herself, though the blame game isn't half as fun if you are a possible suspect anyways. She let her nails dig into the rotting wood, dulling them to a null. The town was quiet today, a little too quiet to be normal. Bianca hadn't expected much life at the saloon, but even when she was first roaming into town it seemed a little too.. dead. Bianca only rolled her shoulders as if it didn't bother her much anyways. She was plenty of company by herself-- a party for one, one could say. She was just the type of girl to know how to have fun on her own. Though, some company couldn't hurt... right?

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