o'neil, ophelia

[ophelia ann o'neil]

`go shake it OPHIE !
`"Imagine that, me actually moving out of your way.".

[/b] muze
age; sixteen
rp experience; five to six years
how you found us; mammoth academy
contact; through pm
other charries; none
other; uh .. hi? =)
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.

[/b] ophelia ann o'neil
but it's okay everyone calls me; ophie or phee
i popped outta my mom's b.ajingo;
actually i'm some sort of; Aquarius
this place was such a s.hit hole; milwaukee, wisconsin
ah, so like paradisefor me; milwaukee, wisconsin
i don't look it but i'm actually; american
it's just the way the wind blows; straight
baddest b.itch all up and through here; fourth year ; acting ; n/a
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.

[/b] hayden panettiere
you know i could just swim in those; hazel blue
does the carpet match the drapes; blonde
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 110 pounds
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5'1
and then i got one on my a.ss; nope
they always seem to notice my; her eyes; since they're hazel blue, they change color when she's wearing that color. So, if she was wearing a brown shirt, they would have specks of brown near her pupil.


you'll never see me without my; she's incredibly gorgious? But, really, Ophelia is the kind of person that knows she's pretty but she's not someone who will proclaim it to the world. So, even if her blonde hair is naturally wavy and her skin is flawless most of the time, she won't go bragging on and on about herself. If she were to do that, people would surely start picking on her size, she's a little muscular for her height, five foot one inch, but not over weight. Her skin is flawless because she doesn't pick at zits, doesn't touch her face with her hands, and keeps her hair clean and free of styling gel. Her clothes are most likely what she thinks is comfortable and usually her style.

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`it's a m.otherf.ucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.

[/b] animals, books, sports, shoes, hair, personality, clouds, lazy days, sharpies, bright colors, long walks, warm weather, the sun, laughing, dr pepper and root beer, winning, the rain, gardens, secrets, snakes, the morning.
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over; drama, being lost, new things, people, some of her personality traits, cold weather, night time, parties, noise, busy days, loud people, too much television, high heels, people working on their yard, swimming.
it's like my signature kinda thing; running, sports, writing, reading a novel in a day, feel confident but not over confident, standing up for herself.
oh god not this again, i so suck; presenting something in front of a crowd, taking long walks by herself, when the power goes out, meeting new people and making friends, and she's really indecisive.
it's like children of the corn but worse; e has the fear of meeting new people since she's so shy and all. Sure, she'll express herself when around friends, but if she's on her own, she'll be a wallflower, a person that will just watch and listen.
you know one day i'm going to; to be remembered and to have a family.
it's just this weird innate thing; - If she doesn't want to be somewhere, she'll keep crossing her legs if she's sitting down and if she's standing, she'll rock back and forth.
- She wrinkled her nose when she doesn't like something.
- When she's confused, she'll lean her head to the side.
some things just make me scream; dark hair and dark eyes, a sweetheart but has his moments, cleanliness, people who don't mind her quiet and shy behavior, someone who won't give up on her, cockiness - even if she doesn't like to admit it, someone who is into sports, someone who isn't clingy but isn't anti social.
that is the most disgusting thing ever; too much perfume or cologne, shyness, people who remind her of herself, loud people, people in the party scene, clingyness, always on the go, stressful guys, boring people.


you best remember this b.itch; If she were go to a social gathering, she'll stand there, trailing behind a friend or her mom. You could see her sitting at a table, arms crossed out of nervousness or maybe she'll be playing with a strand of her hair. Either way, there is a slight chance that she'll actually walk up to you and say hello. Sure, she'll gather up enough courage to actually go up and introduce herself, if she really likes you, but after a few moments when the conversation gets awkward, Ophelia will stand there, trying to think of what to say. Ophelia has tried to break out of his habit of hers, but it's just no use. And because of this most people think she's snobby and stuck up.

Even though she's shy and looks anti social doesn't mean the girl is a bitch, she's quite nice actually. So, if you randomly bump into her at the mall or in the street, she'll usually apologize and say it was her fault. But, because she's shy, she doesn't know a lot of people and people these days judge as soon as they look at you, so they assume that she doesn't want to talk to anyone, they're wrong. If she was outgoing and spontaneous, she would probably have a circle of friends yet only a few good ones that she can actually trust, but as i stated above, her shyness doesn't let her do that. And with the niceness comes honesty. This girl will tell you how it is, even if it means hurting your feelings. For example, say your hair is just hideous that day, Ophelia will tell you nicely. This honesty can get her in trouble and start drama, but would you want a liar as your friend? I know I wouldn't.

We all have certain traits that set people off, well bitterness and dry sarcasm are a few of Ophelia's traits that do, in fact, rub people the wrong way. Yes, you can get to know the girl but when it comes to certain things, such as certain people or what she thinks about the community, she'll give you the cold shoulder and probably make up some witty remark that will set you in a bad mood. It's not like Ophelia tries to be this way, most of the time you actually have to tell her she's acting this way, she doesn't notice it. And these traits seem to rub most people the wrong way causing Ophelia regret. Go ahead and be brutally honest with Ophelia, the girl takes it more as a constructive criticism, yet if it's about her looks or her personality, she'll just shrug it off and keep on going, as if nothing happened at all.

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`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.

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[/b] fifty two . business
marie o'neil forty eight . realist[/ul]
it's cause you were dropped as a child;

[/b] twenty three . veterinarian
that's what i'll look like when i'm old;

[/b] seventy two . retired
charlie o'neil fifty eight when he passed away[/ul]
yea they used to eat my shoelaces;

[/url] a ferret and four months[/ul]


it's like hell but only faster; When Ophelia was six, her parents had to sell the house, resulting in them moving in with her dad's mother. Sure, that went well for maybe a little over a year, but when her dad's brother moved in, complaining over and over that he couldn't keep a job, her dad got sick of it and told his mom that they were looking at houses and expected to move out in a few months. Little Ophelia created a strong bond with her 'Nana' in that time, making another heartbreak for the kid when they actually moved into their new house, more like apartment. Her parents didn't seem to mind, but her brother, william, did. Since they had moved into that cramped apartment, William decided to act out, resulting her parents giving him a stern wag of the finger and a grounding. Hey, a six year old can't complain and act out as her brother did, but Ophelia didn't like it, though it seemed a tad bigger since she was just a little girl.

A few or so years later, Ophelia was nine, her dad got a new job which in turn earned the family more money, yet her dad had to travel to different locations. Sure, it was alright, having no father, for a few months, but with her on the verge of losing her job and her brother acting out, Ophelia found that she was alone, even at school. Ophelia gained a new trait that year, a trait that was cute but at the same time, it was awful. She learned how to be shy, like she gained it over night. Her two friends at school noticed her lack of interest in things, probably because she was too shy to do them, and slowly lost interest in her but Ophelia was too preoccupied with making paper snowflakes to notice. That was until her tenth birthday rolled around. Her mother, of course, noticed that she wasn't going out anymore like she used to and kept quiet when she asked Ophelia who she wanted to invite to the party.

In her teenage years, Ophelia felt detached from her family. She avoided talking to her parents at all costs and even avoided her Nana. Things were quite moody and Ophelia took it the wrong way. When they found out, they were a little shocked, I mean, their usually enjoyable daughter struggled with depression which the doctor gave her medication. A year later, now in her sophomore year, Ophelia began struggling with her social life. Countless times had she tried to get out of her, shy and awkward, shell, yet every time she did, she made a fool of herself. She stuttered and ran out of things to say and made confrontations awkward and pretty soon, the sixteen year old just gave up - she decided it was better on her own even if she felt horribly uncomfortable.

Since then, the O'Neil family found they had to move again, this time for her father's job, not because of finance problems. Ophelia hadn't heard of this news until she got home from her Nana's, apparently the old woman had been keeping it from her. The seventeen year old had been in a good mood when she got home to the cramped apartment, only to find her parents sitting at the table, turning their heads and looking at her when her and the old lady opened the door. When they finally told her that they would most likely be moving, she wore a firm frown and glared heavily at the three people in front of her. Fine. Was all she said before she turned around and exited the apartment.

So, they packed up the apartment and were on their way and ophelia admitted to herself that it was a good feeling to get away from her hometown. The drive was long and boring, with the occasional complaint from Ophelia. So, when they got to the new house, Ophelia was the first one out of the car and already looking around the neighborhood, not bothering telling her parents where she was going or when she was going to be back. Needless to say, two turns and probably three blocks away, she got lost and it started getting dark. Now, Ophelia isn't one to freak out, but she is one who will get scared easily and since it was dark out, she started freaking out. Let's just say, she spent a good hour trying to get back home.

Things didn't start picking up until she figured out what she wanted to do a year later, start acting. It was her dream and her passion, therefore, she wouldn't settle down and quit before she got what she wanted. Sure, she didn't have a job yet and didn't know where or how to start, so she turned to someone who gave birth to her; her mother. Now, her mother was a nice lady whom would do anything for her daughter, even watch her act.



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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.

[/b] 'strawberries are good' ?
i don't know what it means, something with; don't know what my member title is xD
it's six am in the morning middle of winter;
eh .. i don't like writing applications D=

you must be smelling your own crotch;

The nineteen year old closed her eyes and took a deep breath, excitement and nervousness pooled inside her system, getting her blood flowing through out her veins and her heart pumping. Her mother tried to tell her it was fine and she was going to have a good day, but the girl just shook her head, her hands nervously wringing through her freshly showered hair that was still damp. "Nothings going to be fine." She told her mother who just gave her a look and sighed, "Fine, if that is what you want to think, maybe it is going to be a nightmare." Frowning, Ophelia hopped out of the van and shot the door with a slam. "bitch" She mumbled, the people around her unable to hear. She let out a sigh as her mother pulled away from the curb, unaware of the lingering eyes of the students who probably wandered who the hell was the new kid. Crossing her arms, the blonde entered the building of the high school, countless chattering happening all around her. A few moments and an embarrassing encounter later, she held her schedule in her hands, repeating her locker number in her head while she grazed the numbers as she passed.

"144" Halting in front of her locker, she managed to get it open and stuff her belongings inside, a few stray papers falling to the ground. With a scowl, the girl crouched down and grabbed them yet in the process of standing up, someone knocked into her, "Watch it." she glanced up to find someone glaring at her. Ophelia frowned, great, she managed to gain an enemy her first day, she knew this day would be bad. She was about to say something, but the girl just threw her another nasty glare and turned around and walked away. She knew that going to this academy was a mistake, but no, her parents insisted on it even though they could barely afford it. William thought it was a little absurd also, he tried to get them out of the idea, but it was no use, her parents had their mind's set on it. So, here she was, completely lost, the new kid, and shy. How was this year going to get any better for her? Things would just stay the same. She would have no friends, but that one was alright with her.

Knowing that when she found the room she was supposed to be in, that class would already be over. So, gathering up enough courage, she slowly walked toward a person who was having a conversation with a girl, "Um, excuse me, where is room 104?" She expected, or judged, that the guy would glare at her and tell her to go away, but surprisingly, he didn't. "It's right down that hall, the door third door to the left." With a small smile, she nodded, "Thanks." And with that, she left thinking that these people might not be that bad. Sure, sure.
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