Post by Bente Wright on Aug 17, 2010 10:51:06 GMT -6
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name , Bente Louis Wright
nicknames , Bente, Ben
age & date of birth , 23, July 1st 1987
gender , Female
sexual orientation , Straight
occupation , Unemployed; Qualified Interior Designer, training as a Riding Instructor.
played by , Kristen Stewart
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height , 5'6
weight , 126lbs
basic appearance, People always talk about smiles that 'light up the room'. These are the best kind of smile - happy, wholesome and warm. Bente's smile is the opposite. Her smile is more awkward than anything else. The rest of Bente's face is quite average, really. Her eyes are a typical pale blue; not bright like ice, yet not deep like seas. Bente's hair is your-average-brown, dyed to be less boring though not quite accomplishing its goal. More often than not, her darker roots will be visible through the brown. Usually, she would wear her hair loose (ie, everywhere, unbrished) and messy around her shoulders, but on the occasions when her roots are visible she will maintain some of her dignity by tying it in a ponytail. One thing about her appearance that is constant, is her eyebrows. Bente always has her eyebrows well-groomed and in a perfect arc over her eyes. However, eyes tend to be drawn away from her eyebrows and toward the large purple bags under her eyes, developed from too many late nights and early mornings. Her lips are constantly chapped, but her teeth are nicely shaped due to the use of braces as a young teen.
Bente, who grew up in Norway, had always thought she was just about average height for her age - until one day she "googled" her theory and found that she was actually a few inches smaller than Norway's national average. She wasn't not tall, but despite that, she's always felt small, as though everyone was looking down at her. Bente would correctly describe her own legs as "poorly shaped"; they are also very pink and look out of shape for not just her body, but her pale skintone. In comparison, her arms are a perfect shape and colour for the rest of her body, but lead into her extremely bony, unattractive wrists. Her chest size is 34B, so although she is average around the chest, her cup size is smaller than most girls her size.
Although Bente is an artist and knows what colours, patterns and styles go with what, she still doesn't transfer that knowledge onto her own clothing. She tends to wear clothing that hangs loose and baggy around her body, hiding what is underneath. On the odd occasion when she does make an effort in her clothing, Bente brushes up quite nicely. She's never "movie-star-perfect", but she turns a few heads. Bente doesn't wear clothes that either show her legs or show her cleavage. She wears jeans most of the time on her bottom half. For tops, she chooses things that cover both her tummy, and has a neckline above the top of her boobs. She's never been a big jewelery wearer, apart from things around her wrist, and has no piercings anywhere. She only wears a small amount of makeup in order to hide her dry skin around her face.
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x. Off colour, unfeminine legs.
x. Awkward smile.
x. Permanent bags under her eyes.
x. Tiny boobs.
x. Dry skin on her face & hands.
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likes ,
x. Simplicity
x. Art
x. Interior Design
x. Looking at houseplans online
x. The Sims
x. Computers
x. Beige
x. Chocolate
x. Dapple grey horses
x. Showjumping
x. Cross Country on TV
x. Late nights + Early mornings
x. Her eyebrows
x. Coffee
x. Warm socks
x. Snow
dislikes ,
x. Loud music
x. Summer
x. Parties + crowds of people
x. Ugly buildings
x. Messy homes
x. Sluts
x. Arrogance
x. "Rich folk"
overall personality , Bente is an animal lover, always has been and always will be. It is a trait she developed from spending so much time with her father as a young child. She's quite the daddy's girl as she always spent most of his spare time with him. In addition, she's also extremely quiet. Her mother believes this to be from her not spending time with other children when she was younger, and from being bullied as a teenager. Bente is shy around other people, especially males. She can't socialize with men, especially those she is attracted to. This is probably the reason she has never had a boyfriend.
Although by her dress sense you can't tell, Bente is extremely artistic. She has a degree in Interior Design, which she received two years early due to life experience. She has amazing willpower and determination, if she wants something she will achieve it ahead of schedule. Her organizational skills are at the max, everything has a place and everything stays in its place. She is always on time, never late but sometimes early. Unfortunately, no one would know this because no one ever invites her anywhere. Hence, she is somewhat a loner.
She's a bit of a clutz, always dropping things and tumbling over. She tends to make herself stand out in a room, when all she ever wants to do is be invisible. She's an insomniac - through choice. She hates sleeping and thinks its a waste of time, so tends to stay up late, drink lots of caffeine and wake up early. This is why she has such great bags under her eyes. She always hated summer because it was too warm, she loves cold things; especially cold showers.
One thing she can't stand is other girls her age. She hates the falseness of their personalities, their excessive makeup, addiction to the "latest fashions" and modern pop music. Bente likes people who are true to themselves, and who allow you to get to know them without trying to hide their flaws. She hates people with money, because they tend to be the most fake out of everyone she has ever met.
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hometown , Vike, Norway
family ,
x. [ mother ] Astri Wright, 47 years old, 3 children.
x. [ father ] James Wright, 50 years old, 4 children.
x. [ sister ] Evelyn Wright, 13 years old.
x. [ sister ] Cate Wright, 17 years old.
x. [ sister ] Lora Wright, 25 years old.
x. [ half-brother ] Craig Wright, 30 years old.
pets ,
x. [ dog ] Gauze ' 7 year old Beagle
.history , James Wright and his wife Astri already had two children in the household when Bente was born. Craig was James' son from a fling he had had when he was 19. After they had married, a child of their own was top priority - thus their daughter Lora was born. The couple were both very family orientated, and although they were not very rich, they still wanted a large family. Two children were simply not enough, so when Astri fell pregnant again the couple were ecstatic.
Unfortunately at that time Astri's mother was also diagnosed with cancer and was given not long to live. In a bid to be closer to her dying mother, Astri encouraged her husband to move home to Norway with her, and so the family left Britain. Bente was born a healthy 8lbs 2oz on July 1st, three days before the death of her grandmother. She received her name (which means blessed) on the day her grandmother died, as to signify the blessing she was to the family at such a harsh time.
Despite the drama around her birthtime, not much went on in Bente's life. She learned to walk, talk, run, sing around the same time as any other child her age. She spent her young summers down by the creek with her pony and her childhood winters sat by the log burner in the barn with all her pets by her side. She grew up with animals all around her, from mice to iguanas, dogs to horses as her father was an avid animal lover. Bente enjoyed the company of animals more than humans, as animals always played along with her imaginative games as a youngster. You see, she would rather play on her own with the animals than with her older sister, Lora.
Lora and Bente never had a good relationship. Lora was so used to being the youngest child in the family until Bente was born, and she hated that her limelight had been stolen. Lora and Craig were always so close, so it was no shock that he followed suit and was never interested in what Bente had to say.
Bente's school life was just as quiet as her home life. As a young kid, she was the quietest in her class. She wasn't the brightest, but she was intelligent enough. She showed signs of being artistic from a very young age, and it was clear to her from the young age of six, that she wanted to work with art when she was older.
Unfortunately, when she was in high school, Bente went through a period of being bullied by some girls in her art class, and she ended up losing all muse for her art. She continued art into college and got a degree in Interior Design, but even now she has no much and would much rather be with the horses. Hence she is training as a riding instructor.
Horses were a natural passion that came to Bente, she had always been in love with Equines. Her father rode, but never bothered to own a horse until Bente showed an interest in the sport. Her first pony, which she got for her sixth birthday, was a Norwegian Fjord named Alv. He was a perfect first pony - easy to catch, easy to groom, easy to ride. He was more than willing to do anything Bente wanted to do. She loved having the freedom of keeping her on her own land and being able to go out to him at any time. When she was 12, and getting taller and more competitive, her father purchased her a larger horse, a TB x Welsh pony mix, who came to around 14.2hh. The mare, Ester, was perfect in the showring and perfect to jump with, but wasn't quite as mannerly around the barn. Ester would kick when you tried to pink her hooves, move forward when she was being tacked and had a tendency to kick over buckets of water. Apart from that, she was a pleasure to ride and even more of a pleasure to jump.
Ester was 23 when Bente finally got rid of her last year, to move onto an easier going horse. At the moment, she is in the market and lookingfor a horse that she can not only compete on, but who will have enough manners to let her groom him without a fuss. She would like another gelding.
Making the move to the states was a huge but simple decision for Bente. She was starstruck; the loser (like herself) in the american movies always found love and friendship and that was something she wanted for herself. She made the decision when she was 18, but knew she would have to save her money for a few years before she could afford to leave home. At twenty-one years old, Bente stepped off the plane in Chicago International Airport, all alone and thousands of miles from anyone she knew. For the first year or so of being in the USA, she travelled and saw the sights, before finding an apartment in Chicago to settle into. Since finding an apartment, she has been riding at a few different yards in order to find one competitive enough for her, but that also has a laid back enough atmosphere to let her just ride sometimes without the pressure of having to compete. She just wants balance.
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The morning was bright. Lynette was glad for this, as she always went for a jog in the mornings. When it was wet or cold, the jogging wasn’t quite so fulfilling. Getting out of her bed, she started to rummage through her clothes. She lifted her tracksuit out of the drawer; it was still dirty from yesterday. She couldn’t possibly wear it if it was dirty, and she didn’t have any others to wear. A thought occurred to her: Swimming was just as good a work out as jogging was. In fact - maybe even more of a work out.
She rummaged some more until she found a summery bikini. The one she decided upon with pink and yellow flowers and splatters on it. Yes, this one was perfect – not the most versatile for going to a pool for a solid hour of swimming but it was pretty, so flexibility didn’t matter. She would look good. After a very small (she didn’t want cramp.) breakfast, Lynette hopped in her car and started the ignition. She had found a towel that matched the bikini, so she had a stupid smile on her face; she was happy with herself.
The drive to the pool was uneventful. She had her windows down, her car’s roof down and her stereo blaring out the top hits from the radio. She felt unusually relaxed. Normally Lynette didn’t feel relaxed until after her morning exercises. It was probably down to the beauty of the current weather, and the freedom she felt. Especially now, that her stepmother wasn’t leeching around her. She smiled; it would just be Denise in the house on her own, now that Lynette was here, Arianne was at business school and their grandmother had moved to Spain. Yes, their large house would be empty when their father was away on work. And he always was.
Lynette arrived at the pool at 9am. It was just opening, and she was probably first in through the door. She paid her price and headed to get changed. In the cubicle, she slipped off her clothes. She had worn her bikini under her clothes for simplicity’s sake. Admiring her toned, tanned body in the mirror Lynette smiled. “You are actually so hot.” She said to herself. She knew people would call her stuck up if they ever saw her talking to herself like that, but with an audience she was a modest person. And anyway, it wasn’t like she was lying. She was a pretty girl. She headed for the diving pool.
After an hour of rigorous breaststroke, backstroke and every other stroke you could think of, Lynette finally lifted herself out of the water. A few more people had arrived by now; a few people with kids were in the last river, some adults were diving, one man was trying to teach his young daughter to swim without inflatable aids. She walked over to the lazy river. It would be relaxing to have a little float about and not have to worry about anything. Besides, she had a membership for the rec centre as she used the gym a lot, so it’s not like this was costing her.
Lifting an inflatable rubber ring, she lay on top of it in the water and closed her eyes, hoping to god that no one splashed her...
She rummaged some more until she found a summery bikini. The one she decided upon with pink and yellow flowers and splatters on it. Yes, this one was perfect – not the most versatile for going to a pool for a solid hour of swimming but it was pretty, so flexibility didn’t matter. She would look good. After a very small (she didn’t want cramp.) breakfast, Lynette hopped in her car and started the ignition. She had found a towel that matched the bikini, so she had a stupid smile on her face; she was happy with herself.
The drive to the pool was uneventful. She had her windows down, her car’s roof down and her stereo blaring out the top hits from the radio. She felt unusually relaxed. Normally Lynette didn’t feel relaxed until after her morning exercises. It was probably down to the beauty of the current weather, and the freedom she felt. Especially now, that her stepmother wasn’t leeching around her. She smiled; it would just be Denise in the house on her own, now that Lynette was here, Arianne was at business school and their grandmother had moved to Spain. Yes, their large house would be empty when their father was away on work. And he always was.
Lynette arrived at the pool at 9am. It was just opening, and she was probably first in through the door. She paid her price and headed to get changed. In the cubicle, she slipped off her clothes. She had worn her bikini under her clothes for simplicity’s sake. Admiring her toned, tanned body in the mirror Lynette smiled. “You are actually so hot.” She said to herself. She knew people would call her stuck up if they ever saw her talking to herself like that, but with an audience she was a modest person. And anyway, it wasn’t like she was lying. She was a pretty girl. She headed for the diving pool.
After an hour of rigorous breaststroke, backstroke and every other stroke you could think of, Lynette finally lifted herself out of the water. A few more people had arrived by now; a few people with kids were in the last river, some adults were diving, one man was trying to teach his young daughter to swim without inflatable aids. She walked over to the lazy river. It would be relaxing to have a little float about and not have to worry about anything. Besides, she had a membership for the rec centre as she used the gym a lot, so it’s not like this was costing her.
Lifting an inflatable rubber ring, she lay on top of it in the water and closed her eyes, hoping to god that no one splashed her...
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
