Post by Anna on Mar 3, 2016 19:21:30 GMT -5
Courtlynn McKenzie Swanepoel
Basics
Age: 20 | Gender: Female |
Orientation: Straight | Status: Soon to be taken |
Hometown: London, England | Faceclaim: Daphne Groenveld |
Appearance
Courtlynn is a tall woman, standing at five feet, eleven inches. She is deathly skinny, but she has to be for her type of work. She has long, thick, blonde hair that falls to her mid-back. She also has big blue eyes that look almost alien like. Her nose is tiny, and her lips are big and plump. Her features may sound weird, but they work together for her.
Personality
Courtlynn Likes: Shopping, Modeling, Clothes, Shoes, Exotic Locations, Children, New York, Dates, Fashion Week, Wedding Shows, Dogs, Flirting, How she looks, Her phone, Flowers, The beach, long dresses,
Courtlynn Dislikes: Rejection, Sitting for too long, Sweatpants, Contacts, Creepy men, Her mother, Bipolar Disorder, Crime Shows, Flats, Last Season clothing, dust, her scars
Courtlynn is: Strong, Confident, Snotty, Depressed, Entitled, Bipolar,
Courtlynn Dislikes: Rejection, Sitting for too long, Sweatpants, Contacts, Creepy men, Her mother, Bipolar Disorder, Crime Shows, Flats, Last Season clothing, dust, her scars
Courtlynn is: Strong, Confident, Snotty, Depressed, Entitled, Bipolar,
History
Little Miss Courtlynn was always destined to be the crazy, psychotic person she is today. She had a very insane mother and a father who was never home, but always angry towards their mother. When she was born (March 19th), there was no guarantee that she was her father's, but after many tests, they proved she was. Her first three years of life were pretty good, considering who her parents were. She was a year old when her mother had her little sister Jocelyn. Dad was angry, claiming she wasn't his. And she wasn't. They fought for months after she was born. Mom neglected all of them, and dad finally broke down and adopted Jocelyn. After all, it wasn't her fault that their mother cheated, right? Ryan picked up more hours at work, which was dealing with the British government. Madison, though, just went and blew his money, leaving her three children with the nanny.
The nanny just told the children to do things while she sat on her ass and watched television and ate. Courtlynn did like the nanny, so she had no problem with getting rid of her. She went straight to her father, tattling on the nanny and Madison. Ryan didn't like that, so he stayed home from work, pretending that he had gone, and he caught the nanny in the act. He fired her instantly for not doing her job, and he waited until Madison got home. They fought, and he kicked her out, getting sole custody of the kids. Of course that required getting a new nanny. He held extensive interviews, finally finding one after a few weeks. She was a tutor, which meant the kids didn't have to leave the house. Ever. Courtlynn started her education when she was four.
When she turned five, mommy started drama again. Mom was trying to file for custody, but Ryan kept saying no. So did the courts. Madison popped in one day, and Ryan and her got in a giant fight. She went off on how he was sleeping with the nanny, and how she was never going to be their mother. All of it was false, but you couldn't tell Madison anything. She left angrily, coming back at night, taking the kids. She put them in a cab, then she went back in the house. Twenty minutes later, she came back, and they left. Courtlynn didn't know anything until a week later. They had been living in a run-down motel, which they switched up every night. Madison cut and dyed each of their hairs, and when she let them out of the motel, which was never, they wore sunglasses.
After the week was over, mom went out one night, and Alex turned on the television. The news popped on, saying that their mother was a wanted woman, and that their father was dead, and that Nanny was in critical condition. Alex called the police, and the police hurried and got them. Some of them stayed behind, waiting for Madison, no cop car in the lot. They took her into custody. The three kids were put into a temporary foster care home for about a week until they could locate a family member to take them. Both sets of grandparents wanted nothing to do with the kids, so Uncle Dean took them in, his fiance Kathrynn loving having kids around.
Alex didn't want to go to their mother's trial, and neither did Joce. Courtlynn wanted to, of course, and she sat and watched her mom confess to everything. Court didn't even shed a tear. The judge ruled that if the nanny lived, life in prison was her sentence, but if she died, death penalty. The nanny didn't make it, and that left Courtlynn without a mom or dad. Uncle Dean got all the money because the kids weren't eighteen yet, and he bought a nice house, and he payed for a wedding for him and Kathrynn. He also payed for private schooling for the kids. He invested some of it, getting more money. He bought the kids things. He put some away for the future.
Courtlynn and her siblings were out of school for a year because of the trial. That put them on their supposed to be grade levels instead of a year ahead. Courtlynn liked school better than being home schooled. She had a natural instinct for people, and she had almost everyone wrapped around her finger. They either loved her, or they sympathized with her because of her situation. The other kids did her things for her, and the teacher was giving her a break on her work. Courtlynn was queen from the age of six, at school, of course.
Her aunt decided that Courtlynn and her sister should be thrown into the fashion world when they were just seven years old, and Courtlynn has been in it ever since. She's been all over the world and back, and she's grown a love for it. She went through school with a tutor instead of going to an actual school after her career took off. Once she became an adult, she signed a big contract with a company, and she's been traveling ever since then. She doesn't see her family much, if ever. She doesn't call them much. In her defense, they don't call her either. She was in Georgia for a wedding dress ad, and she was on her way to Chile for a beach shoot.
The nanny just told the children to do things while she sat on her ass and watched television and ate. Courtlynn did like the nanny, so she had no problem with getting rid of her. She went straight to her father, tattling on the nanny and Madison. Ryan didn't like that, so he stayed home from work, pretending that he had gone, and he caught the nanny in the act. He fired her instantly for not doing her job, and he waited until Madison got home. They fought, and he kicked her out, getting sole custody of the kids. Of course that required getting a new nanny. He held extensive interviews, finally finding one after a few weeks. She was a tutor, which meant the kids didn't have to leave the house. Ever. Courtlynn started her education when she was four.
When she turned five, mommy started drama again. Mom was trying to file for custody, but Ryan kept saying no. So did the courts. Madison popped in one day, and Ryan and her got in a giant fight. She went off on how he was sleeping with the nanny, and how she was never going to be their mother. All of it was false, but you couldn't tell Madison anything. She left angrily, coming back at night, taking the kids. She put them in a cab, then she went back in the house. Twenty minutes later, she came back, and they left. Courtlynn didn't know anything until a week later. They had been living in a run-down motel, which they switched up every night. Madison cut and dyed each of their hairs, and when she let them out of the motel, which was never, they wore sunglasses.
After the week was over, mom went out one night, and Alex turned on the television. The news popped on, saying that their mother was a wanted woman, and that their father was dead, and that Nanny was in critical condition. Alex called the police, and the police hurried and got them. Some of them stayed behind, waiting for Madison, no cop car in the lot. They took her into custody. The three kids were put into a temporary foster care home for about a week until they could locate a family member to take them. Both sets of grandparents wanted nothing to do with the kids, so Uncle Dean took them in, his fiance Kathrynn loving having kids around.
Alex didn't want to go to their mother's trial, and neither did Joce. Courtlynn wanted to, of course, and she sat and watched her mom confess to everything. Court didn't even shed a tear. The judge ruled that if the nanny lived, life in prison was her sentence, but if she died, death penalty. The nanny didn't make it, and that left Courtlynn without a mom or dad. Uncle Dean got all the money because the kids weren't eighteen yet, and he bought a nice house, and he payed for a wedding for him and Kathrynn. He also payed for private schooling for the kids. He invested some of it, getting more money. He bought the kids things. He put some away for the future.
Courtlynn and her siblings were out of school for a year because of the trial. That put them on their supposed to be grade levels instead of a year ahead. Courtlynn liked school better than being home schooled. She had a natural instinct for people, and she had almost everyone wrapped around her finger. They either loved her, or they sympathized with her because of her situation. The other kids did her things for her, and the teacher was giving her a break on her work. Courtlynn was queen from the age of six, at school, of course.
Her aunt decided that Courtlynn and her sister should be thrown into the fashion world when they were just seven years old, and Courtlynn has been in it ever since. She's been all over the world and back, and she's grown a love for it. She went through school with a tutor instead of going to an actual school after her career took off. Once she became an adult, she signed a big contract with a company, and she's been traveling ever since then. She doesn't see her family much, if ever. She doesn't call them much. In her defense, they don't call her either. She was in Georgia for a wedding dress ad, and she was on her way to Chile for a beach shoot.
After the Crash
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She's been on her own. She found her personal suitcase, and she's been lugging it around the island. She's been self sufficient, catching what she needs to and cooking it. She's been getting shelter and all that, too. She hasn't found anyone else, though she does hear them sometimes. She hasn't really been looking for anyone else, though. She feels they are better off without her.
Made by Riley at THQ!