//georgia daskon

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STUDENT BIOGRAPHY

GEORGIA DASKON.

PIXIE LOTT.
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to,
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness,
Watch him now, here he comes...
~FULL SONG~

YOUR-BASIC-INFO

NAME: Sand, Whiskers.
AGE: You should never ask a lady her age.
GENDER: I'mma girl.
CHARACTERS: Two; Matthew Daskon & Kathryne Fuschilia.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Darkee/Mia gave me the link...
ACTIVITY LEVEL: Five (especially on breaks, such as now).

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THEIR-BASIC-INFO

NAME: Georgia Chloe Daskon.
NICKNAMES: Georg for short sometimes, and Georgie occasionally, mainly by family.
AGE: Fifteen.
GENDER: Georgia is female.
BIRTHDAY: January the first, nineteen ninety-five.
BIRTHPLACE: Essex, England.
CLASS/YEAR: Year Ten
SEXUALITY: Straight

THE-BEAUTY-OUTSIDE

FACE CLAIM: Pixie Lott
HAIR: Georgia has blonde hair, falling to her shoulders. The ends are very curly, and a dark blonde-brown colour. She often wears it simply down, with a headband or a bow or some accessory like that.
EYES: Her eyes are quite round, with the sides dipping down to give a very even, pretty look. The irises are a deep hazel brown, with a pitch black pupil in the middle which is often quite wide.
BODY BUILD: Very slim, but not underweight. Georgia has a very nice figure, as she's often been told by boys.
HEIGHT: 5' 8"
WEIGHT: Just under 8 stone.
OTHER: Scar on palm of left hand from a fall back when she was five.

THE-BEAUTY-INSIDE

LIKES: Gossip magazines, boys, good films, animals, and swimming.
DISLIKES: Horror films, scary things, people being better than her, liars and cheaters.
STRENGTHS: She's good at getting her way, especially with boys. She is a strong swimmer and has a good singing voice.
WEAKNESSES: Goes a bit sulky when she doesn't get her own way, and is a little bit too conscious of how she looks - for example, won't go out if the tiniest thing is wrong with her appearance. Georgia also would do anything for a boy who can charm her, just as they do for her.
FLAWS: Is a little bit full of herself, and freaks out at some very small things.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Georgia is your average elite, really, if the word average can be mixed with an elite. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, and every girl wants to be her. She can charm any boy, no matter what, but a lot of them can charm her into doing stuff, too. She’s reckless and looks at life with a “what the heck... you only live once, after all” kind of attitude. She can’t live without her monthly gossip magazines, loves a good film, and likes to giggle with friends about boys and other teenage girl things. Georgia is a very strong swimmer, and can sing very well. She doesn’t like horror films/books or anything scary, and despises people who lie and cheat. She loves life, but can be a bit ‘sulky’ if she doesn’t get her own way in something. She can freak out at very little things, as well. Most of all, she loves to party! and have a good time.

PAST-AND-FUTURE

BEST MEMORY: Doing their first modelling, for a pre-teen girl's magazine, back in England.
WORST MEMORY: Her family dog, Goldie, dying.
BEST DREAM: Be something like a singer, or an actress, or a modeller. She wouldn't mind being a swimmer, either.
WORST DREAM: She would hate to break the good bond between her and her younger brother.
BRIEF HISTORY:

• Her earliest memory is getting her dog, Goldy.
  
• She and her brother, Matthew, began to develop their close bond after a rainy afternoon stuck playing board games.
  
• Their dog, Goldy, died.
  
• Had her first modelling job for the front cover of a pre-teen girl's magazine.
  
• Enrolled at Sonnisle Academy.
  
• Now in Year Ten at Sonnisle Academy.
  

KIN-AND-KITH

FATHER: Jonathan, 46, carpenter, lives in England.
MOTHER: Vera, 44, nurse, lives in England with Georgia's father and sister.
SIBLINGS: Carrie, 18, unemployed, living with parents in England; Matthew, 14, in school, at Sonnisle Academy.
PETS: Goldy, 6, died when Georgia was ten.
OTHER: No other.

MISCELLANEOUS

TITLE: Glamour Gal
CLIQUE: Elite
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE: The rain drizzled down steadily, wetting the artificially lighted city, beating against the walls of derelict buildings, tapping gently on the windows oflate-night restaurants and pubs. In a coffee shop, one waitress wandered around the warm little corner-building. There was not much business, as everyone was either huddled up in home or sheltering in a larger, brighter place. One man stared through the streaming rain. The waitress walked over to him, tacky high heels clicking. “Can I help you, sir?” she inquired.
He started as she talked to him, but was seemingly ignoring her; he seemed to have seen something outside.
“Sir?” she prompted again, running a hand through her frizzy ginger hair. He turned slowly to face her, and spoke in a voice as soft and quiet as velvet silk.
“No, I am fine, thank you, ma’am. I must leave this lovely little shop now, however.”
And, with that, he turned away and strolled out of the coffee shop. Though she wasn’t sure, the waitress was sure she spotted a glimmer of silver and a curved blade in his hand.

OTHER INFORMATION: Nothing....
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