Aimee Josephine Lark

[aimee josephine lark]

AimeeJosephineLark.
what's up, mille-feuille? i'm zemirna,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm 16 years young.
i've only been roleplaying for 3 years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the thoughtful one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name , Aimee Josephine Lark
nicknames , None
age and year , Sixteen, Second year
sexual preference , Straight
birthday , June Thirtieth, 1994
style , Lolita (mostly classic or gothic)
occupation , Student

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butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , 5’2”
weight , 92 lbs
tattoos and piercings , Pierced ears
best feature , Aimee loves her hair. It’s incredibly soft, and she finds it easy to style.
general , Aimee is petite, with a slender, dainty frame and delicate features. Her skin is pale, but with a very light tan. Her complexion is nearly flawless, but because of her fair skin she can easily get bags beneath her eyes if she isn’t careful. Her fingers are long and thin, and her feet are narrow with a high arch. She has good posture, and easily comes across as graceful or elegant.

Her tawny-brown eyes are kind-looking, and peek out from behind a head of long, sable-brown hair. Her locks are naturally wavy and soft-looking, and match her eyes well. It’s heavily-layered cut emphasizes her waves more, making them seem more wavy than they would be without layers. Her pale pink lips are heart-shaped and healthy-looking, with a slight shine. She wears minimal makeup, with only a bit of the occasional concealer, a thin line of eyeliner on each eye, and lengthening mascara.

Aimee usually styles her hair in elegant up dos or cute, low braids. She prefers to wear classic lolita and gothic lolita coordinates most, but every once in a while she’ll wear sweet lolita. Her favorite prints feature woodland creatures or roses. She prefers to wear tights instead of socks, and smaller headbands instead of large bows. Her closet doesn't include many bright colors, and instead is mostly black, ivory, and muted colors.
playby , Shailene Woodley

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( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes , Berries, apples, animals, being outside, good weather, fairytales, cooking, playing piano, horror-films, making things, sweets
dislikes , Storms, needles, violence, raisins, cabbage, bitter foods, sci-fi films, liars, humidity, dirty fingernails, going even a day without showering
strengths , Aimee is an amazing cook, and she perfects her talent by trying new recipes as well as making old favorites. Math also comes easily to her, and she prides herself in her ability to learn melodies by ear and play them on a piano.
weaknesses , A day dreamer, Aimee will often let her mind wander when she’s supposed to be focusing on something. She also tends to procrastinate, and can be forgetful. Writing essays can be difficult for her, as she never knows how to begin or end them properly. She’s also terrible at telling jokes.
fears , Loud thunder, creepy-crawlers, being trapped in small spaces
quirks , She hums when she cooks.
secrets , She doesn’t like her mother’s boyfriend much.
how , Aimee had a best friend who lived next door to her who used to wear sweet Lolita. Aimee would twin with her occasionally, and she had bought Aimee her first Lolita dress. After her friend moved to another country with her family, Aimee stayed with the fashion, but started leaning more toward classic and gothic rather than sweet. She still owns a few sweet lolita dresses, but she doesn’t wear them often. The two of them still write to each other.
general , Aimee is friendly and enjoys the company of most people, though there are a few that annoy her. She is usually shy at first, but when she gets to know someone, her easy-going and talkative nature emerges. She’s also good at reading people’s emotions, and can usually tell when someone isn’t in a good mood. She isn’t very good at hiding emotions herself, so it’s also usually easy for others to tell when she’s upset or excited. When she’s upset she bottles up, getting lost in her own thoughts and usually shrugging others away.

She takes things the wrong way sometimes, and can be absent minded and forgetful. She’ll focus on one thing a lot, letting everything else be ignored and neglected until she remembers them. A procrastinator, she can be pretty lazy when she isn’t motivated to do something. She’s also somewhat of a perfectionist, especially with outfits. Every detail must be perfect for her to be completely happy with it, and if she’s rushed out the door with the feeling that her outfit is missing something, she’ll be in a restless mood until she can fix it.

Aimee is also very generous. She’s always willing to help someone who asks, and enjoys buying gifts for people for no reason. When allowed in a kitchen, she’ll most likely bake deserts of some sort for her friends to eat. She is especially happy when cooking or baking, always looking cheerful at these moments and humming to herself. She’ll sometimes use baking as an escape, or to calm her nerves.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , Wexford, Ireland
family , Mother, Grandmother, younger brother
pets , None
best memory , Aimee’s favorite memory is staying at her grandmother’s house in the country as a child. She woke up every morning to a delicious breakfast, then ran outside to play in the fields where there was a small creek. When the berries were ripe, she and her grandmother would go to pick them, then return home in the evening and make jam and pie.
worst memory , Her worst memory is of the day her father died. It was her mother’s birthday, and he had been on his way home with flowers and tickets to a ballet. Unfortunately, he never made it, and a police officer arrived instead to tell them the bad news.
history , Aimee was born in Wexford, Ireland to a well-off, business man father and a loving, real-estate agent mother. The family would often take trips out to the country to visit her grandmother, and for the first four years of her life, Aimee was blissfully happy and without a care in the world. It was during this time that she first learned to love cooking, often helping her mother in the kitchen. She would occasionally go to ballets or operas, and she took dance lessons for a short time when she was three.

A year later, however, everything changed. She was four at the time, and after her father died, Aimee and her mother moved into her grandmother’s home. For several years the mood surrounding her mother was filled with loneliness and sorrow. Aimee, on the other hand, was too young to fully understand what had happened. So for several years she dealt with their new situation as best she could.

When Aimee was ten her mother began dating again. The first few men were short-lived flings, but eventually one of them stuck, and Aimee and her mother moved in with him into a small apartment. Aimee didn’t really like the man, but she put up with him for her mother’s happiness. She was also often out, as she hated being in the cramped apartment. Every summer, she would visit her grandmother in the country where she had plenty of room to play, and even more things to do.

Aimee’s little brother was born when she was fourteen, and the small apartment became even more cramped. Feeling restless, she began spending more and more time at her grandmother’s. Noticing her granddaughter’s unhappiness with living in the apartment, Aimee’s grandmother suggested sending her to mille-feuille. She had attended the school for a short period of time as a teenager, and said it might be just the place Aimee needed. Aimee’s mother thought it over for a while, and eventually gave in and gave her consent. Before she knew it, Aimee had her things packed and was on her way, not really knowing what to expect, but excited nonetheless.

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password? , let it out and let it in, hey jude, begin
sample post ,

The pale, morning sun filtered through the flimsy curtains, illuminating the small room. It was neat and clean, and decorated with various items brought in from outdoors. A small form moved under a pile of beige sheets atop a raised mattress. Pale feet kicked out from under the pile, flopping over the edge of the sleigh bed, and Aimee’s face, hidden by bed-head hair, emerged from the other end. The petite girl rolled out of the bed and walked lazily to the vanity, looking at her reflection with a tired expression. She had stayed up late the night before, watching a midnight marathon, and her face showed it. Sighing, she brushed her tangled hair until all of the knots were gone, then looked at her reflection again. Though she still looked tired, at least she looked presentable. Satisfied, she walked to her closet to choose the day’s outfit.

After removing several dresses and tops from her closet and putting most of them back, Aimee decided on a navy jumper skirt with an ivory, short-sleeved blouse. Changing out of her night clothes, she put on the items, along with a fluffy petticoat and bloomers, then picked out a pair of ivory, over the knee socks to match the blouse, slipped them on, and left the room. Walking downstairs, she smelled the sweet scent of hot pancakes and maple syrup. Smiling, she went straight to the kitchen and was greeted by her grandmother holding a plate of hot, fresh pancakes.

“Good morning Grandma!”

Taking the plate of pancakes her grandmother handed to her, Aimee greeted the elderly woman cheerfully. Sitting at the table and taking up her knife and fork, she began cutting pieces off of one of the pancakes and raising them to her mouth. The fluffy, spongy meal was delicious, and Aimee‘s grin widened. “Tastes great!” she said, complementing the meal, then added, “could we go to the park today?" She grinned hopefully at her grandmother, hoping she would agree. It was a beautiful day after all, and it would be a shame to waste it indoors.

andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic.

okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
it's NOT COOL.

[annabelle madeline northbrook]

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