CARTER, lilah renea

[LILAH RENEA CARTER]

lilah renea carter
eighteen ,, long island, new york ,, count me in/lead vocalist ,, bi-curious ,, narcissistic ,, katy perry
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"Oh, so hey. I'm Liliah Renea Carter, the better looking sister, or rather, I've been told that. -laugh- So I'm eighteen this year, which means, yay voting, right? Not like I care much about that anyway. So, if you can't ALREADY tell by looking here at me, my hair is long dark and gorgeous. I know you are totally jealous of my brown locks, who wouldn't be really? My eyes are so obviously a blue, which again, JEALOUS! I might be a little on the pale side, but that only shows just how much i care about my band. I put aside being in the sun to practice with them. Yeah, I care. My smile, well you are so taken back by it right now, I can tell. It's a little devilish, right? -laughs- I've dabbled in the art of kissing a girl, but I don't know if I'm ready to get rid of the men in my life, they are just too amazing. You feel like you know me already right? Welp, I suppose that you need to know more though, hu?

Well, judging from my clothes right now, I can tell you that sequin things, and leather are a major staple in my wardrobe. I like fruit things too, like bananas or watermelons. Like on clothes. I don't know. Pastels, those really send my mind crazy. Yeah, anything in a light pink or blue or green or whatever, I need to own. My hair is usually messy, which is the way I like it. It's always going to have some sort of wave to it, because that's my life. My hair was cursed to be wavy. I've tried to tame it, but obviously I've failed. I'm kinda tall, and always good looking.

I tend to be a little bit, oh how can I say this so I don't sound terrible...big-headed. Yeah, I think a little too much of myself, but what is life without self-confidence. Well, ask anyone who is depressed or that have an eating disorder, they can tell you. Life would be hell if I didn't think highly of myself. So yeah, I'm a little offensive too, with some of the things I do and say, even if I'm not trying to be. I don't mind hurting your feelings, because I'm the kind of person who just has this sort of power over people, they cannot say mad at me.

I'm reckless, and so I enjoy dabbling in the arts of rebelling against the law. Well, okay lets narrow that down a bit. Underage drinking, a major yes, drugs stronger than weed, a major no. Speeding, a definite yes, sometimes even a little buzzed, but shhh. I don't murder though, or even do anything like that at all. I'm not that stupid. In fact, I'm pretty smart.

I graduated at the top of my class, and had this tour not happened, and we hadn't decided to actually partake in it, I would be in the middle of studying in a college's library, just hoping to pass whatever exam I had the next day, and let me just say that my dad does not have the money to send me to college without help from somewhere. Either a scholarship, which I actually had the change to get, or state help.

But I do have some problems, believe it or not. Not just my big-headedness, which is not always bad. It actually helps when I need something done for me. I know that I look good, so I use that for my personal gain. But I like to make things about me. It doesn't matter the situation, I think it's about me. I can't really help it. I also tend to yell about things when angered, or just frustrated. It might not be because of the person who is receiving the yelling fest, but they get it anyway. I don't differ between people when I'm mad. My brain just cannot do it, or at least that's what I say. I'm certain my brain just doesn't care.

personality."

mother: Gabrielle Marie Carter;;55;;stay at home mom
father: Frankie Michael Carter;;58;;owns his own business
sister: ----- ----- Carter;;younger!!;;plays in my band

"Well it was a cold day when I was born. That's how it always starts. My mom tells me the story every year on my birthday. It was raining, there were leaves on the ground making walking impossible for her, you know they get slippery. Anyway, so dad helped her to the car. They make it to the hospital three minutes too late, and that's why mom and dad also had the car completely cleaned before bringing me home. I was about eight weeks early, and born in the back of the car, so lets just say, I was in the hospital for a while.

But after I was brought home, I was just like any other child was. I cried and whined, i ate and ate and ate, and then I would sleep until it was time to do all that and more later. Eventually I grew up, and that's when I got my sister. I wasn't happy about it though, even if I was so young, because I wanted to be the only one mom and dad had forever. Oh well, I got over it, and the first time she threw up all over that crazy aunt that no one liked, she was as good as in with me. Not even I had the guts to do that. -laughs-

When I was nine though, I ended up diagnosed with Leukemia. It was a tough time, because even I understood, I might not make it. I believe that's where my narcissism comes from. I hated how I looked, bald, plump, and pastey all the time. So once i went into remission when I was eleven , I was determined to look like one of the models in the magazines I was obsessed with. Eventually, I looked better, just took some growing up.

Me and my sister decided right around my twelfth birthday to start a band, and that's what we did. Sure, living in Long Island wasn't the most promising place, and plus, it was hard to actually do anything about our dreams. We were still kids, you know.

Well by the time I was sixteen, we had three males added to it, Renny being the closest friend of them all so far. We even became official. Well, by the time me and Renny were getting out caps and gowns for graduation, we heard about something that could change our lives, and of course, we all jumped on it. This tour was our only hope. So, we packed up and started on with it. This thing is life or death in the band world, which means, we need to be gladiators, and fight. Our band's life depends on this."


^{hey, so i'm jennie. i've been roleplaying for six years now. as well as this character, i also play no one else right now. you can reach me by pm if you need me for anything. i found NO VACANCY TOUR by imaginary lines and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

She was just so shocked that he was there, in Santa Monica with her, in the very same cafe as she was. Her favorite cafe, in fact. She couldn't believe it. Of all the places to ever run into him, she didn't expect it to be this cafe. "I just don't believe it." Baine admitted to him, because like she already knew, she didn't have to pretend this was easily accepted. She remembered feeling lost for months after he left. She felt completely abandoned, since obviously she had lost someone that meant the world to her. Her mother and father had both gone, and then he left. How could she get over that, it made no sense to her, being only ten and not understanding much of anything about stuff like that. How could someone just be there one day and then the next, be completely out of her life? She started to blame herself for the reason everyone left. But having a great family as she did, well her grandparents and uncle at least, she found out it wasn't her fault, that people just moved away sometimes. Eventually she gained more and more friends and obviously pushed the heart-breaking event of his leaving from her mind. But how could she have possibly forgotten him all together. Maybe it was just easier for her to cope for her to have forgotten about him. Suddenly, as she looked him in the eyes, a surge of pain overwhelmed her. The feeling of the ten year old returning as she was reminded of him. She looked him over, not in a flirty way, but an incredulous way. "Oh, well this place is my favorite place to come for some peace. My roomie is kinda a talker. Can't get a word read in my book around her." She laughed a little, thinking about the young girl that she roomed with. She was always talking about something that only mattered to her. Sure, Baine had her own room, but she was a sweet girl, and hated dismissing herself from the living room while Janie was talking. She was a girl that also moved to Santa Monica recently, but she had no family to call back to. She had appearently been a foster child and once she was eighteen, she was kicked out of the system, and the family that was taking care of her kicked her out too. Baine couldn't help but just sit and listen.

During their hug, a smile on her lips now she remembered what it was like to have him in her life. "I missed you." She said. It was true, she missed him so much she couldn't even think about it anymore. She laughed though, at his comment, her pain gone as they continued to talk. "Oh, you know she was always fond of you." She laughed pinching his cheek the way her grandmother used to do when they were little. Then mocking the older woman's voice she spoke again."Oh, how cute little Aiden is. He's going to be breaking some hearts when he's older." Baine said, after remembering one of the last things she heard the woman say to him before he moved. She shrugged, crossing her arms across her chest thinking. What was she doing out here? Well, she was trying to make it big with her music. No one in Alabama took her serious so no one ever helped there. She had to leave to make her dreams come true. "Oh, you know, seeing the different states, loving the beach, oh and proving all those ney-sayers back home wrong. I'm here persuing music." she said in a slight joking voice before making it seem more serious. Sure, her family had wished she would put this aside long enough to get an education, but she felt she needed this. And if it didn't work, well, school was her next big thing. But singing was something she needed to do. It was just who she was anymore, and there was no way she could just drop her dream so quickly, simply to live up to what all other people did, that she had known. Schooling was important and she knew that, but she's not going to unless she finally finds out one way or another where she stands in making her dream become a reality. That same young girl came over with his drink and looked at her confused.

Baine understood. She was never seen with a man in here. Nor was she even so warm with them. So this entire interation, yeah it was strange. She gave the girl a look like she would tell her later on. Yeah, they were kinda friends. Betsy had been the first person to actually welcome her to Santa Monica. And that meant something to Baine, so she liked to think that Betsy was a good friend. The girl often sat with her during her break and would eat or just chit-chat. She was as close as it came to a best friend when she actually thought about it. Well, here in this place at least. Baine looked over to Aiden quickly when she heard him direct something toward her. Nodding happily she moved back to her seat. "No, please. We have a lot of catching up to do, Aiden." She said with a smile closing her book up and putting it away in her bag. She was just so excited to see him again.

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