Post by carolinecamhian on Sept 25, 2009 18:38:11 GMT -5
caroline delilah camhian.
twenty. woman. awkwardly charming. elite blue blood.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!
The family of Caroline Camhian have been high-profile, prosperous people in the East city for generations. The Camhians are something of a clique, as it would almost appear, and had the tradition of believing that they were descents of Italian or Spanish royalty, depending on who you were to inquire. However, the actual founder of her line was her great-great-great-grandfather, who migrated to the States in the mid 1800s, and snuck his lover-who would later become my great-great-great-grandmother-on the ship as well.
The initial plan was to settle in Maine and start an authentic Italian (or Spanish) restaurant, which he had done and shortly after grand-opening it was one of the most praise-worthy high-class restaurants around. On October 3rd in 1858, they gave birth to Eleonora Giulia Amalia Duse, and that is where the blue in Camhian blood had first been colored. She became an actress, and traveled city to city performing various roles, but was most known for her association with the plays of Gabriele d'Annunzio, an(other) Italian immigrant.
Eleanora thrived on publicity, and truly lived the life of a flashy celebrity, filled with fast-paced love affairs and scandalous marriages, from one of which resulted in her daughter, Enrichetta. So on and so forth, Enrichetta became the Italian/Spanish portrayal of Marilyn Monroe (whom Enrichetta was rumored to be close friends with), her son Sabatino became some big-shot baseball player, the Camhians were a long line of people who lived to entertain in some way, shape or form, and since Eleonora the bloodline had always lived quite lavishly.
Mr. Sabatino Camhian III and Mrs. Antionette Camhian, better known as Caroline's parents, were spending a year in Paris to pursue in their opera dreams when their daughter was born. As a young socialite in the heart of France, Caroline was extremely popular among the other cultured Brahmins and genteels, both young and old.
When she was twelve, her parents split (due to an affair Antionette was engaged in, which seemed highly hypocritical seeing Sab III was having an liaison as well) and she moved with her father (and his mistress, Sophie, along with her son who was ten years Caroline's senior, Appollo) to New York City where he could live out his dream of conducting an orchestra and the new Ms. Camhian could become a broadway star.
Two years later, both sick of Sophie's complete ignorance of culture and arrogance, Appollo and Caroline fled to a luxury apartment in Milwaukee. Just before her eighteenth birthday, her step-brother married and moved back to France while she had decided to continue her life in Wisconsin.
At sixteen, she had begun her art collection with a piece painted by Pietro Annigoni, and since then her luxurious dwelling had slowly and swiftly begun to resemble that of an art gallery. Filled tastefully with various paintings, photography, and sculptors. This was also the age she, like the other women in her blood line, became in engaged in a not-so-secret fiing with a contemporary literature professor who taught at Concordia University. Of course, such an affair couldn't last long with Caroline's always changing taste in men, being a teenager and all. Since then, there have been no other known romances.
At seventeen she had begun to showcase her music, which she would describe as 'a ridiculous and beautifully catastrophic clash of alternative, indie, acoustic, ska, pop, hyphy, and rock that's just as painfully awkward and ridiculous as I am'. While this did not earn the approval of the pedigree clique she had known and grown up with, it certainly did make her an avid member of the Milwaukee Indie Elite (or snobs who, face it, were the first to hear that one band), and that was good enough for her.
She is the paragon of perfection, with her ambience of allurement, wealth, and finesse. However, she still falls short of her social class's ideals: While she is both fairly attractive and well-mannered, it's no cleverly disguised clandestine that she's bored and astringent.
Caroline is simply in love with money, ease, and material luxury. While she is capable of affection and sincere love, she has not shown (or perhaps, had the chance to show) that she is capable of sustaining loyalty and/or care.
wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be anna sophia, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be kate nash. i've been doing this for seven years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
Not in the slightest my best, but it's all that I've got at this current time. I hope it's acceptable
She listened to him intently, finishing off the martini gradually, nearly bursting into an obnoxious fit of laughter when he had said that he, of all the people in Toronto, got into a street fight with some other adolescent hooligan. Just the mere thought of it was one only fit for the insane. " This is Canada, darling." she started "Everything is backwards here." she kidded. " The tax dollars go to ruining the sidewalks, just to mess with you and only you on a personal scale." she told him, sticking the napkin in a small and otherwise hidden pocket of her purse so she wouldn't have to look at a bloody napkin all night.
"Kickass watch, by the way." she commented, becoming easily distracted by the vibrant colors portrayed. " Looks like you got it from a cheerio box." she stated, smiling widely. " I think that's the color scheme I want to paint my apartment. I'm gonna make it a Barbie dream house, except kickass." she informed him with a gentle nod.
She made a sort of 'thinking face', as if thinking over his question. " I don't know, Wes. I'm not all that fond of bruised toes, and these are my favorite shoes...Only if you were to promise not to step on them, but we both know that's not one you can keep." she snickered, reaching over for her third glass. " Cut me off after this one or I won't be able to keep you away from the ugly girls." she nodded, slipping the olive off of it's toothpick, popping it in her mouth. " Are olives fruits or vegetables?" she inquired curiously, examining the one she had left before deciding it was most likely some sort of vegetable-on account of they were served on top of vegetarian pizza.
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.
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