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Post by sim on Jul 24, 2012 3:58:55 GMT -5
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[style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]EM FULL NAME: simone adrienne babineaux ALIAS: sim, simmy, mon DATE OF BIRTH: 5th july 1990 AGE: twenty one OCCUPATION: nanny SEXUALITY: Straight PLAY BY: odette yustman COLLEGE
[style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]all about me LIKES: photography, animals, children, snowboarding, concerts, classical music, gambling, play fighting, joking around, meeting new people, beach volleyball, girly nights in, italian food, tea, flowers (even though shes allergic), being a little risky, dancing. DISLIKES: unecessary violence, night clubs, spiders, bugs, nightmares, pork, greasy food, fast food, allergies. ASPIRATIONS: to make a name for herself by her own means and without anyone's help, to reunite with her father and for him to forgive her, to make her mother proud. FEARS: her father hating her forever, never really knowing where she belongs in the world, finding a guy who's the same as her ex. STRENGTHS: her positivity, her stubborness, quick learner, intelligent, knows four languages (french, english, swedish and italian), eye for detail, makes friends easily. WEAKNESSES: she likes a little danger, good food, romance, bad boys, military men, chocolate. HABITS: biting her lip, running her fingers through her hair, humming a song if its stuck in her head. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW,Simone is a very outgoing young woman. She's a very talkative friendly girl with a bubbly personality, making it easy for her to make friends. She's also very caring, often becoming the person her friends come to when they need to talk or just rant on about something. She tries to help in any way that she possibly can, often putting her own problems aside to help sort theirs out. You could even go as far as calling her selfless. Her friends are everything to her, especially since she's so far from home.
She has another side to her too, the one that brings out the teasing side of her. She does like male attention, and the right place and the right time can bring out her inner sex kitten. She loves to tease back and forth and be a little playful. Getting straight to business is boring to her, she likes the chase. She can be very innocent and saintly one moment and then sexy and seductive the next.
She also has a very vulnerable side. Simone has been hurt in the past, emotionally, mentally and physically. Her ex boyfriend has put fear into her, making her a little hesitant to get too deep into a relationship which has ended them prematurely. She keeps trying though, in the hopes that maybe she can finally let go and let herself love again, whenever that may be.
Along with all this she's a very intelligent, level headed and down to earth woman. She's very versatile, having many hobbies like snow boarding, ballet, and photography. She almost always has something to talk about and conversation is hardly ever dull.
So that's all well and good, but that's not it for her. Simone has a lot of bark to her too, often followed with a bite. If someone threatens her friends or family, she's quick to come to their defense and put the offender back in their place. And if someone thinks they can just say whatever they like to her and expect it to just run off her back, her claws will come out and she'll correct them. Now that she's living on her own she knows she has to look out for number one. HAIR & EYE COLOUR: dark brown hair, light brown eyes ETHNICITY: french HEIGHT: 5'9 WEIGHT: 112 lbs
MOTHER: bernadette babineaux (deceased) FATHER: jean babineaux SIBLINGS: only child PETS: pepe, fennec fox CLICK HISTORY OVERVIEW,Simone's history is filled with drama. To begin with, her mother passed away just after she was born in Lyon, France. While Simone was born a healthy seven pounds even, her mother had lost a lot of blood in the process and there were too many complications for her to be saved. Jean, her father, was too heart broken at the time to welcome Simone to his now broken family, leaving her crying and in the arms of the midwife. Even in the days after Bernadette passed, Jean was still too hurt and upset to meet his one and only daughter. She stayed with the midwife, Anna, until Jean got out of his grief and back to reality. Anna understood that he was hurt, but her worry increased as he called less and less to see how Simone was doing. After two weeks, Anna finally had had enough and took Simone to her home, forcing Jean to accept his daughter and trying to make him see that he needed to be there for her. She thought it had worked and was soon looking after another pregnant woman. But she was wrong.
Jean knew how to look after a child, he had had a much younger sister plus he had read all the books. But this child was the reason his wife was dead. Simone, in his eyes, had killed Bernadette. He could barely look at her, but he did the essentials, changing her, feeding her with the formula the midwife had given him and he got a nanny for her while he was at work. He worked late a lot of the time, not caring if he had to pay the nanny overtime.
The nanny had become Simone's mother, in her eyes. She played with her, made her smile and giggle and taught her things as she grew up. She hardly ever saw her father, often asleep when he was home. Her childhood was just the nanny and her.
As she got older and into her teens, her father had been a little better, but still he held that grudge, not being able to let it go. He hadn't even dated after his wife died. He wasn't interested in anyone else. Simone could see the pain in his eyes, desperate to make him happy. So she excelled in school, learning everything she could to hopefully make him proud. He barely lifted a brow, but when he did show some interest it was a huge relief to Simone. She wanted any kind of recognition from him. She knew what had happened to her mother and knew it wasn't really her fault, not in the way her father saw it, but she had compassion for him and how he felt. She never argued about it or tried to make him see that he was wrong.
When she got into her senior year in high school, she met a boy. Her first real crush. He was handsome, tall and popular. They began casually seeing eachother and then things got deeper. She fell inlove with this boy, but it was too quick. Once things got serious, he started to change, becoming more possessive and controlling. She couldn't say or do anything without him thinking she was cheating on him or going behind his back. She became increasingly defiant, getting angry at him if he accused her of something ridiculous. One night their argument got heated. He was accusing her of sleeping with one of her best friends. Yeah, she had a best guy friend, it was no big deal. But to him it was. He didn't like it at all. So thats when she got even angrier than usual. She was yelling at him, telling him that he was completely unreasonable. And then he snapped. He slammed her against the wall and then threw her against the kitchen bench. Her arm got caught between her body and the counter and there was a sickening crack. Her elbow had been broken in it all and her ex fled. She used her cell to call 911 and they soon arrived, taking her to the hospital. It was a bad break and she needed two surgeries to place small metal screws in the joint to keep it from slipping. She went to physio a few days a week for a year and after that it seemed to be fine, although it did cause her pain every once in a while and she couldn't really do anything too vigorous. Or so they told her.
When she turned 18 she had been looking at photoalbums her mother had kept. She came across a set from when her mother went on vacation to the united states. one photo was labelled 'myrtle beach'. Simone was intrigued and was soon googling up a storm about the tourist spot. After a few weeks, she'd decided to travel there to check it out. Her mother seemed to love it, raving on about it in the photo album. It did look beautiful. She then looked up about the schooling and found herself enrolling in a photography course at the local college. To hell with it. She'd give her father space and hopefully he'd come to love her...
She arrived in Myrtle beach a mere three weeks after she had discovered it in the photo album and immediately fell in love with it. She got a place just outside of the main part of town and started her course. She loved it, photography had always been a hobby of hers and now she could really excercise her love for it. Now that she was away from the protection of her family home and the city she grew up in, she began to explore the more interesting side of Myrtle Beach. She had never told her father, but during her early teens her nanny had taught her a few things. The first was the gamble. She had turned out to be a natural at poker, soon finding her niche in the gambling community in town. Every wednesday night she'd go down to a club and into a backroom where a poker table was set up. There were a few dodgy looking men and even a politician. She had never really liked clubs, but this was the only reason you'd ever see her walk into one. She loved the risk of betting and didn't often lose. she knew when to pick her time and when to fold. Now that wasn't the only thing her nanny had taught her.
It's been three years since Simone landed in myrtle beach and she couldn't be happier. She had great friends and a great job. She had been living on her winnings from poker but decided she needed more of a stable job. Since she had such an amazing nanny growing up, she really wanted to be just like her. So she put her name in the paper as a nanny and soon got plenty of phone calls. Now she was looking after two boys for three days a week, getting paid a lot more than she really should. Simone tried to tell them it was too much but they were so greatful that they insisted, pushing it on her until she finally gave up. She loved the job and loved the two boys, 7 year old twins named Jack and Harper.
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Post by mel on Jul 24, 2012 5:22:27 GMT -5
accepted. make sure you fill out all the claims! welcome to sd!! - sd staff xoxo
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