You;;
Name;; Just call me Whitney or Riley Crest
Years of Experience;; 6, almost 7 years
Other Characters;; Not yet
The Character;;
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Full Name;; Whitney Lynn Unger
Age;; 19
Birthday;; 1/22/89
Gender;; Female
Sexual Orientation;;Straight
Family;; Caleb Unger {father};;Kassandra Unger{Mother};;Amber Unger{Sister};; Paris Unger{Sister};;
Job;; Band Member
The Appearance;;
♠ Lookin' Into The m i r r o r of the PAST
Growing up, Whitney had always been the short one in her class, and always extremely petite. She was born with jet black hair, though after the first year of life, her black hair turned to very light blonde hair. Her eyes, orginally green changed permantly too light blue. Even at a young age, she kept her hair long, though sometimes the curles and waves became annoying.
♥ What doesn't [sup]k i l l[/sup] you makes you [sub]STRONGER[/sub]}}
When she was ten years old, Whitney was diagnosed with Leukima. During this period of time in her life, Whitney's petite body began to look almost washed away. She lost a lot of strength. When the chemo and radition started, she lost all of her hair. With her hair gone, Whitney was caught in either a hat or a wing. She hated being the girl in class that didn't have hair, and that wasn't there for most of the school. This time in her life, Whitney was extremely low in self-confidence.
♠L I F E after {certain}d.e.a.t.h.
Entering high school, Whitney's cancer had gone into remission, Whitney's style of clothing changed from the little girl look to more a of a classical/teenage look. She let her hair grow back out, loving every minute of its length. Some days she straightens it, but for the most part she leaves it in its natural state, curly/wavey.
♥_&&_I wanna be a {{R O C K S T A R}}
When she joined the band, Whiteny's bright colored clothes were pretty much thrown out the closet. Though she still keeps her fetish around, flip-flops. She still wear clothes that she likes, not caring about the style of them. When on stage with her band, she tries too grunge it down.She wears only a little make-up, not needing a lot, and not desiring to have her face all caked up.
The Personality;;
♠ i n n o c e n t l y _ s w e e t
Whitney has lived in a protective shell ever since she was diagonsed with Lekumia cancer. It was because of the cancer that Whitney learned to respect others around her, and try and help the other kids who also had cancer. She shows great compassion to those in need and is constantly trying to help anyone she is able. Most believe she is native to the world because she believes there is a way to make everything better, even if it took a life time to do so. She knows there is crulety in the world, had suffered herself, but that doesn't stop her from dreaming of a better life.
♥&&__Ambitious Power
Just because she's sweet, doesn't mean she doesn't have a mean side to her. She doesn't like failing at things and when she's pressed or stressed, she tends to get very gruche. She hates when things don't go her way and always sets out to make sure it does, not caring how the deed is accomplished as long as it her way. She's a very determined person
♠Intelligence isn't so forgien
Whitney doesn't hide the fact that she's interested in her school work. She loves history class the most, believing that learning the past helps stop the repeat. Whitney loves a good romance book, and her room is litered with all the novels she's bought and read. While she perfers romance books, she doesn't let that stop her from reading anything when she doesn't have a romance book to read.
♥ Your h e a r t is all to [R][E][A][L]
With the threat of dying, she has come to realize the importance of life, and that no matter what, loved ones come first. While she wants nothing else but to fall in love and have a family of her own, she knows she's not ready for it. Besides, there haven't been any guys who'd caught her attenation.
♠The [MUSIC] Drowns out the [s o u n d]
Whitney has always had a thing for music, and was sure that was what helped her a lot during her childhood and going to the hospitals. When she was able to, Whitney was always singing in the school chorse. She had been told countless times that she had an amazing voice, and that if she really wanted too, she could go into the music business. Though she doesn't play an instrument herself, Whitney loves to simply listen to the instrumental parts in music and count the beats before the singer would cut in.
♥ Living the DrEaM}}
Whitney was shocked when the band she joined, Flirting with Disater, was signed on to a music company. This didn't really change her personalty as it has others stars who've had the chance to make it big, though it has made her want to work harder. With the rise of the band, Whitney decided to keep as much of her history to herself, not wanting the world to know she has cancer, and that one day it could very well fair back up.
Likes;;
¤Ipods
¤ Country, Pop, and grunge music
¤Cats
¤Scary Movies
¤Laughing
¤Flipflops
¤French Fries
¤Gum
¤Clothes
¤Ipod
¤Shopping
¤Boys
¤Writing
¤-Singing
¤-English
¤-History
¤-Drums ( though she can't play )
¤-Soccer ( she's fairly good, but not on a team )
¤-Myspace
¤AIM
¤Songs that make you cry
¤Cats
¤Elephants
¤The color pink
Dislikes;;
¤Wanna-bees
¤Rap
¤Science
¤Math
¤Guys wearing make-up
¤Gym
¤People who are too stuck up to see the world around them
¤Heights
¤Spiders
¤Enclosed Spaces
¤Air Planes
¤Woods at night
¤Creepy looking old guys
¤Abandonment
¤Car crashes
Flaws;;
The History;;
On Superbowl Sunday, January 22, 1989, the game was interrupted by a young woman's scream of pain as the contractions started. Rushing his young wife to the hospital, Caleb was sick with worry. During the hours of labour, Caleb stayed at his wife's side. Sure Kassandra Trink had broken all his fingures, Caleb was suddenly greeted by a wail, his and Kassandra's child was finally born. Weighting 5.6 pounds, their newborn daughter was born healthy. Two months after her birth, they christianized her with the name Whitney Lynn Unger. The chruch was filled with many of the couple's friends who wished to congradulate them on their beautiful daughter.
As the first two years of Whitney's life passed by filled with the luxuaries offered to the wealthy family. Though only 1 and a half at the time, her parents informed her that she was going to be a big sister soon, and because of the new baby they were moving. She, of course, had no clue what mama and daddy were talking about, so when the movers came and moved all her stuff, she was alittle confused, though she didn't understand what that word meant either.
Crying all the way down to their new home, Whitney made such a fuss, refusing to behave herself for her parents sake. By the time they got settled into their new home, it was time for their second daughter, Amber, to be born. Being left with her grandparents, Whitney hadn't the slightest clue that her sister was being born, too busy playing with all the toys she'd left at her grandparents house.
When Amber was brought home from the hospital, Whitney didn't really care for her new sister, still upset that she was no longer the baby in the family. However when their father went off to Iraq for three months, Whitney became as protective of her sister as one could be at such a young age. It was when their father came back that they where told of a new sister who was on her way. Not long after they were told was their final sister born, Paris.
Growing up the three of them seemed fairly close for sisters, mostly the friendship resided in the two older Trink sisters. At ten, Whitney fell deadly ill and was diagnosed with Leukemia. With the best doctors money could afford, Whitney spent the next 5 or so years going in and out of hospitals. And just when they thought their was no hope, her Leukemia went into remission.
Though her family was with her all the time, Whitney seemed to feel distant from them, no longer as close to her sisters as before, and always watched. It felt like her younger sisters were taken care, and protecting, Whitney when it was her job to protect them.
The gap that had started between Whitney and her sisters seemed to grow bigger upon entering High School. Though whitney graduated before Paris could enter high school, she and Amber seemed to ignore each other in the halls, pretending as if the other didn't exist.
After graduating High School, Whitney left home to try and make it on her own. She now lives in a small appartment, by herself and still with the help of her parents money. Though now, Whitney has joined a band that is actually making it fairly big. Because of the constant tours and recording, Whitney has left the wings of her family and has decided to live her life with her band members. Needing a montly visit to her doctors to make sure the cancer is still in remission, with the tour and everything, Whitney knows she must keep her medical records with her. It isn't public knowledge that Whitney has cancer, or that its in remission. She is always thankful that hers wasn't like millions of others with Leukemia, where she would end up dead after a few years of being diagnosed. Lucky that they caught it in time, though she'd have to always live with going in and out of hospitals and visiting docters all the time.
The Other Stuff;;
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The Role Play Example;;
Whitney yawned once again as she checked her reflection in the mirror. Her reflection looked flawless, but Whitney felt anything but. In the past month she'd stared growing tired more frequently, could feel some of her strength weaking. She was beyond worried that her cancer had come out of remission, but she was assured by the doctor before coming on board that she was just exhausted from the hours she'd been spending between college and job. She hadn't told her family of her fears, knowing her sisters probably could care less, and that her parents would care too much. So she suffered through the past months alone with her fear eating away at her.
Slipping on a pair of flip flops that matched her outfit which consisted of white faded blue jeans and a white tank top long enough to start reaching at her thighs. Over the shirt was a big silver belt and a few long necklaces that threw the outfit together nicely. Her long blonde hair was down and left in its natural curls. She had on little make-up, only putting on enough eye make-up to make her bright blue eyes seemingly pop.
Opening the door that would lead Whitney out into the corridor, she locked the door and left her room. Walking down the hall, she turned onto another one. In just a short time, Whitney found herself completely and thoroughly lost. She considered asking directions on finding her way back to her room so that she could then take the right turn back towards the decks, but instead decided to take a break and sit on the bench she had found. Sitting, she couldn't stop the yawn that escaped. After all the sleep she had been getting on the ship, she shouldn't be so tired.
