Tahlia Camille Bass ♥

[Tahlia Bass]

::YOU::
Name/Alias:Tahlia
Age:17
Years Role Playing: About 3
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::BASICS::
Name: Tahlia Camille Bass
Nickname(s): Tah, T, Tahls, Tali, Bass
Age: 17
Birthday:16th April
Height: 5'3
Weight:42 kgs
Year Of School: Senior
Hometown: New York City
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Appearance(Picture):

::FAMILY::
Mother: Lillian Bass, Socialite and Club owner.
Age:45
Relationship: Tahlia and her mother love each other, that's a given. Howver, she isn't as close to her mother as she is her father. Lillian often tries to shape her daughter into a mini her and this causes Tahlia to rebel.

Father:Eric Bass, Celebrity Publicist and club owner.
Age: 47
Relationship: Tahlia and her father have always been close. She's a daddy's girl through and through and he's always been willing to dote on her and show her the fatherly love she craves.

Sibling(s): Aaron Bass
Age(s):19
Relationship(s): Tahlia and Aaron have always been close. Aaron looks after her but lets her have the fun she needs aswell. Tahlia has grown to rely on her brother for everything. Whenever she has a problem or exciting news her brother is the first person she calls.

::THEM::

Personality (in 3-4 sentences):
Tahlia’s always had a big heart for such a small girl. Yes, she may come across as your typical pregnant dogy blonde girl from first appearances, but she’s anything but. Growing up in the city, she wasn’t pulled into the preppy “cheerleader” trap and learned to get along with many different types of people. This has left her with a pretty open mind and allows her to fit in with a majority of people, although the hard core emo kids do freak her out a bit.
She’s sweet, yes, most people will tell you that, but she’s also very into the party scene. Boys, drinks, loud music. They all tempt her and get her into trouble .She’s often the life of the party. Y’know? The girl dancing on top of a table and making everyone do body shots.
The boys usually love her and she usually loves them. For a short time anways, before she becomes bored and is off to find someone else, leaving many people wondering if anyone could keep her attention for more than five minutes.
She’s not stupid, just lazy when it comes to school work. The world is full of so many other interesting things and she thinks that algebra and the French revolution can wait a while for her to finish exploring them. Maybe if she put more of an effort into her school work, her parents would let her come home though? Than again, nobody’s perfect and this is one of her huge downfalls.

History (in 3-4 sentences):Eric and Lillian Bass. The most perfect couple New York’s Upper East Side could ever produce. Both with classical good looks, prominent families and fabulous career paths, they were the darlings of the city. Ofcourse they were married soon after meeting.
Taking over from his father, Eric was now in charge of the publicity business his family made their riches off. He only represented the most famous clients. The one that could bring in the cash.
Lillian, the dear she was, had no need to work. Her family was by far the most wealthiest in all of New York, and yet the woman still had drive. She began her own fashion label and soon became a huge hit with Eric’s clients wearing her overpriced garments. Life couldn’t be anymore perfect.
It could though. The couple brought baby Aaron Bass into the world. A charming young boy, in need of a sibling. So three years later, on a picture book day, Tahlia Camille Bass was born. From that moment, she was to declare her title next to her parents and brother, as princess of the Upper East Side.
The children were usually accompanied by a nanny, but that didn’t mean their parents didn’t do their best to dote on them. While he was away on business, Eric would bring them back “treasures”. Tahlia was a daddy’s girl from day one.
Lillian, however was very driven by social status. Her family must look the best, act the best, they must be the best. As she grew older, Tahlia was primped and pampered. Beautiful hair, perfect make up, exquisite clothes. She had it all, as did her brother.
They attended every function or party their parents dragged them along to, and did it all with a gracious smile. Both became very close, Tahlia relying on her brother quite some bit. Perhaps this was way she is so comfortable around boys now?
Finally reaching her teen years, she was widely known for her family name and now the gorgeous looks she’d inherited.
The partying began, as did the stresses on her parents marriage.
One day, Tahlia’s father walked in on her mother in bed with his brother. Ofcourse he was furious and divorce seemed the best option. This was New York however, and divorce would be a failure to the family name. So on the pretence of business her father packed up his things and moved. The children were given the choice of living with their mother or father. While the prospect of leaving the glamorous life of New York seemed horrible to Tahlia, she couldn’t bare to leave her father or brother, and so she moved with him. Trips to New York still take place whenever she’s needed at one of her mother’s events and oddly enough he father usually comes. Mainly to keep up their reputation. Yes, this is one messed up family. Now it's just Aaron, Tahlia and their father. And this brings us to present day.

Likes (list 15-20):
- Old movies
- Shoes
- Fashion
- The city
- Writing
- Dancing
- Alcohol
- Party drugs
- Sex
- Iced Chocolates
- Dressing well
- Dress ups
- Candy
- The party scene
- Her brother
- Fries
- Winter Coats
- Interesting people
- Proving people wrong
- Laughing
- Making up silly songs
- Fast cars
- The boys
- Banana smoothies

Dislikes (list 15- 30):
- Being controlled
- Overly romantic stuff
- School
- Math
- Wearing black with red
- Split ends
- Being underestimated
- Being judged
- Extremely arrogant boys
- Girls that think they're better than her
- People with bad hair
- The country
- Being ignored
- Vanilla flavoured things

Quirks/Mannerisms:
- Tahlai Bass, as perfect as her mother tried to make her, still chews on her thumb nail when she's nervous. While all other nails remain in tact, her poor thumb suffers the nibble in times of need.

Flaws:
- Okay, so she’s a bit on the wild side. Tahlia loves to go out and drink and many people close to her have started to see it as a bit of a problem. She’s easily led into things and this often leaves her in a bit of trouble. The girl will go anywhere with anyone for a good time.
- She’s not a whore. Not at all. She’s just had a lot of relationships. The main reason being she has struggles committing to things and often finds herself getting bored with someone straight away.
- Tahlia also comes across as ditzy, something she isn’t really. Then again she sees this as a benefit sometimes as she can surprise people.
::ROLEPLAYS::

Roleplay Samples (3 or 4):
Casey Milano hurried her way through the bustling crowds on the streets of New York.
The air was crisp and it probably would have been lovely to just stroll down the street, taking in the atmosphere, the different scents and all those wonderful things a New York morning had to offer. The people of New York had different ideas however. All on their way to work or to drop the children off at day care. Then again, was it not the constant feeling that everyone was in a hurry and off somewhere extremely important, that she loved? Of all the places in the world she’d been to, New York, her home, had always amazed her the most.
That morning she’d woken surprisingly early, and had found herself in desperate need of a nice , hot coffee. Pulling on her favourite jeans and beautiful, yet warm coat, she joined the barrelling crowds. Hopefully they weren’t all on their way to Starbucks aswell.
As the tapping of her boots finally brought her to the door of her favourite coffee stop, she pushed open the door, the scent of freshly ground coffee and the busy chatter of all other early morning patrons overwhelmed her. Good old Starbucks, it could always be counted on for a quick caramel latte to give her the morning pickup she usually needed. Don’t get me wrong, Casey was usually way to hyper for her own good, but even this bouncing beauty needed the occasional revival.
Placing her order with the perky young blonde behind the counter, Casey waited to the side for her order to be called. A caramel latte with three sugars, just what she needed. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the best for her teeth, but her father paid the dentist enough to keep them at their whitest and to be honest, she didn’t really care. She’d always thought of herself as kind of invincible.

Lightly massacred eyes travelled around the store in search of a familiar face. Of course it may have been a little too optimistic to expect to find someone she knew here, but this was the closest Starbucks to the school so maybe someone would have decided to stop by here aswell. Hopefully, anyway. Casey hated being alone. Ever since she was child, she’d always had had to have someone around her. Even if they weren’t speaking, it was just knowing someone was there with her.
Pushing a strand of straightened honey blonde hair out of her face, her ears perked up at her name. Finally, the good people had made her order. Taking the steaming cup from the lady and giving her a quick smile, Casey blew on the top of her drink as she made her way over to a comfy little spot near the window. She set herself down and flipped open the French Vogue she’d grabbed on her way to Starbucks. Casey had learnt a little French over the years, but not enough to understand a full article on why boho was so last season. Still, she liked to look at the pictures. They were always so beautiful and beauty was so hard to find these days.

Big, blue eyes watched the second hand on the clock as they neared the end of Tahlis Dalton's Math class. C'mon, C'mon she begged the clock, having had enough of her ancient teacher rambling on about fractions or algerbra or whatever his latest spiel was for the day.

A sigh of relief was let out as the comforting sound of the bell rang through out the school, and more importantly, Tahlia's ears.
Scooping up her books and pushing her chair in, she flicked her blonde curls over her shoulder and was out the door before her teacher even had time to set the homework. Besides, who needed Math?

Smiling to people she knew as she walked down the hall, the tap,tap, tapping of her shoes gave her her own little rhythm. Finally, the day was over. Well, it was for her anyway. Thursday's was always a good school day. She finished at twelve, meaning she got nearly a whole day to go and do whatever she wanted at the time. Usually this involed a bottle of Vodka or Malibu and whoever else she could drag into having their own little party.
Tahlia's theory? You only live once, so you may aswell have a good time. Simple really, and something she'd stuck to so far for her whole seventeen years.

Nearing the Student Lounge, she smoothed down the front of her shirt and pushed her way past the group of students blocking her entrance.
With a loud thud, her books were dropped onto a near by table and the tiny blonde threw herself onto a near by sofa.
She'd always liked the Student Lounge. It was somwhere to chill between classes and the couches were extra comfy incase a student needed a quick nap after the ordeal of an hour math class.
Slipping her phone out of her pocket, she checked the time before sliding it back into her jeans.
So, where was everybody? Tahlia had always hated being alone. It was just so...boring.

The warmth of the sun seeped it's way through the back of Tahlia's tank top as each step on the ground came with a loud thud to her ears. Physical Education or Gym. Favoured by most students, Tahlia included, yet hated by many others.

Gym had always been one of Tahlia's more favoured classes. She'd always been fit, never having to worry about what she ate or how much she worked out. Okay, so maybe it wasn't a matter of being fit. More of being naturally slim and easily toned. Either way, the hour long class, always made her feel good, as if she was giving herself a tough work out. Reality was however, highschool Gym classes were hardly the most strenuous workouts you could get. Usually they consisted of a team sport, where you hardly got any time on the field of court, or the teacher praising the football team on their last games efforts.

Today, however, the students were getting the physical activity a majority of them needed. Five laps around the track. Maybe their teacher was beginning to take his job seriously. Or maybe they'd just all gotten him in a bad enough mood that he needed to get away from them for a period of time.
Five laps for the more athletic kids was nothing. For the athletically challenged? It was torture.
Tahlia Bass, fell somewhere in the middle. She was naturally toned and had the body of a cheerleader, yet hardly ever took part in anything physically challenging. Gym was just a chance to get out of the classroom. And to be honest, it was much easier to talk in.

Pulling the band on her shorts up a little bit more as she felt them begin to slide down, she closed her eyes, listening to the smooth sound of her shoes against the track. Blonde, low tied piggy tails bounced against her back as she completed her fourth lap. A majority of the more fit boys had already finished and she was pretty close to the lead when it came to the girls.
Slowing down she bent over to catch her breath, deciding another lap wasn't on the cards for her. "I really need to get fit" she mumbled to herself as she straighted herself up, pulling on her leg to stretch it.

Smiling over at her teacher, who seemed to be other wise occupied with the cast of a football game or something on his hand held radio, she skipped over to her bag, fumbling around until she found her water bottle. As cold water rushed it's way down the small blonde's throat she smiled, wiped her mouth and thanked god she'd chosen Gym. After all, she could be in Home Economics or something right now, instead of enjoying the nice weather and fresh air.

[Aj & Aiden Evans]

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