Post by charlemagne seema da vinci on May 24, 2009 23:53:55 GMT -5
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charlemagne seema da vinci ,
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[/color]* I DARE SAY THAT YOU HAVE A HOUSE HOLD NAME, BUT FOR OUR NEW READERS, WILL YOU INFORM US ONCE MORE WHAT YOUR PARENTS NAMED YOU ?
Charlemagne seema da vinci, My full name is Charlemagne Seema da Vinci, quite a handful I know which is why I make everyone call me by my name Charlemagne or Charlie or by my middle name Seema. When people usually ask where my name came from, instead of saying the whole story I just say it’s from different generations of my family. The generation’s part usually gets them to shut up because who wants to hear a person drone on and on about their name? But today I’ll tell you. You see my parents wanted me to have a “cool” name. Something most other kids wouldn’t have. They didn’t want to name me some plain Jane, Jessica, or Ashley. So they looked up a bunch and came up with Charlemagne Seema. Charlemagne coming from fact that they thought I was going to be a boy and since they liked that name so much they decided to keep it. It originally came from one of the kings in France I think. And Seema meaning border. I don’t know why my parents named me that other then the fact that they thought it sounded pretty. My last name, da Vinci was of course from my father's generations. But I do love my name, I mean you don’t see to many Charlemagne Seema da Vinci’s running around do you?
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[/color]* REMIND US AGAIN WHEN YOU WERE BORN? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH .
I was born on January 1 another unusual thing to go with my unusual name. It’s super cool how it is the first day of the year and thanks to me being born on January 1, my parents won about 100,000 dollars, which they put toward my college expenses of course. See since it was also New Years Day many people thought I would get double the presents? But you see if you had a father like mine, it’s the complete opposite. My father was the kind that made a lesson out of everything. He said that double the presents would make me become a spoiled, bratty child, a child they didn’t want. They wanted me to learn the good things in life so I always just got one present. Unfair I know. But I guess I still am lucky considering all those homeless children out there don’t even celebrate their birthdays...[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY , BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DONT WORRY, OUR LIPS OUR SEALED .
Girls of course, us ladies are the most beautiful on the planet. No I’m just joking, it’s actually guys all the way. As pretty as girls are I’m just more of abs not boobs type of person. I mean whenever I look at a girl I can’t even think of them in a way I would think about guys. I personally don’t have a problem, if your going to be lesbian and gay, go for it. .[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THOSE SPECIAL THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE ?
I love a bunch of things. Mostly plain ordinary things but they still draw my attention. I love reading and learning new things, ignore that fact that that seriously sounds nerdy, it always amazes my how there are stuff out there in the world that we are yet to discover and plus reading just gets you into this whole new adventure and causes you to think. This may sound amazing since I only weigh 120 pounds but I love to eat. I’ll eat anything, junk or organic food. If its edible I’ll eat it. I just got to be one of those lucky girls that don’t gain any weight at all. It probably has to do with the amount of exercising I do, another of my favorite things. I jog in the morning and if I’m to lazy to go outside I have a treadmill. I also love going to the park with my son, Alix. The park is so alive and just full of laughter which is why I love it. It’s a nice place to be. A couple of other things I like are rock music, just not the Jonas brothers, and I like experimenting with new foods. People say my food taste good and that I should become a chef someday but I don‘t believe them, I just have fun creating most of he absurd things. I’m like Rufus Humphrey from Gossip Girl and I’ll even use my son as a taste tester, evil I know...[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE JUST CANT STAND. WHAT ARE YOURS ?
Now what I hate are a bunch of things, the list could go on and on. I absolutely hate alcohol, drugs, and the type of people that do those. I mean I used to drink but the pain of the hangover was too much to bear and so I stopped. So why can’t everyone else? I also hate the Jonas brothers, I don’t know why but I just think they’re gay. Sure some of their songs are good but they are just plain gay. I also hate cloudy days. I mean they’re so sad and gloomy it’s like so depressing and you can’t help but just wish the sun would magically appear and make the clouds go away. Another couple of things I hate are pain, people hurting the ones I love, and anybody messing with my son. Because when I’m mad, I am the most scariest person on this planet and the universe. You do not want to mess with anybody close to me. Let this be your warning. Now moving on, I hate it when people eat with their mouths open and make this weird cow noise. It’s super annoying and makes me want to stab them with a fork in their eyeballs. So do not eat with your mouths open in front of me. .[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT SCARED YOU THE MOST , WHAT WOULD IT BE ?
Well what I particially fear is kind of a secret and kind of isn’t. Like it isn’t something like the random person right next to me would know. Only my trusted group of friends would know. The thing that I sort of fear and absolutely hate is cake. I know, pretty weird right? I mean everyone loves cake, it’s so delicious. Well not to my taste buds. Its just that I have never really been a cake fan and my tenth birthday kind of made me fear and hate cake anymore. It’s a tradition in the da Vinci family to feed the birthday girl a spoon of cake. And that’s like over thirty people because the de Vinci family isn’t small. Oh no, it’s huge. Instead of going into the gory details we’ll just say that I ended up awake all night doing something really gross that included my mouth..
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[/color]* IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?
There’s like no way I’m a whore that I’ll have a ton of one night flings. No. I believe in getting to know the person first. Then maybe after six months of dating I’ll think about that. But in the beginning I happily contented with just making out. The only interesting relationship I’ve ever had was the one with Zeus’s father which was extremely long. But we decided it was best for the both of us if we broke it off. I mean he’s an aspiring football star and I’m not that fond of traveling. But after I broke up with his father there really haven’t been any important relationships going on. Sure my mom set me up on a couple of dates, claiming I needed a normal teen life. But how could it be normal when I was a teen mom. Lets just say I don’t date that much.?[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* NOW , YOU KNOW THAT WE ADORE YOU , BUT LETS TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A LITTLE BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY WELL KNOWN PARENTS. WHO ARE THEY ?
My mother, Antionette da Vinci, was a socialite before I was born. She is now a stay at home mother helping me take care of my son while I go to the university. We’re close just not as close as me and my dad.
My father, Charles de Vinci, is a currently a businessman and that’s been his profession for a while. We are super close. We sort of spend a lot more quality time together then me and my mom but she’s okay with it since she’s taking care of my son. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ? DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN ?
So far I am an only child. The other important relationship is my two year old son, Zeus Calliard. He’s the light of my life. The moon to my earth and all that shit.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* HOW ABOUT PETS ? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE ?
The pet we have is a big black Lab named Lucky. We’ve had him for a while now, maybe like two years. ..[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHATS YOUR BIGGEST & BEST KEPT SECRET ?
My secret isn’t really a secrets. It’s just that my ex, Zeus’s father doesn’t know that he is a dad. Well because he left before I could tell him. .[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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hey there broken lights on the free way . my name is champagne and i've been roleplaying for almost a year. i'm agehere years old, and i found you through old site. if you need to hit me up, you know you can always reach me through pm, love. as you can see, i enjot using megan fox as a play-by. oh and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know.
"Carmen, viene aiuto i vostri genitori nella cucina, eh?"
Carmen Rosetti was far too busy tapping away at her laptop keyboard in what used to be (and apparently still was) her bedroom to hear her acknowledge her father's calls for help downstairs. She had an assignment due when she arrived back in Rome, and she promised herself that Christmas would be the only day she took of working for it. Sadly, that meant that she couldn't assist her parents with the cannelloni tonight, not until she was done with the page she was currently filling up. Still, she couldn't help but notice that over the years, her mom and dad had left her room completely the same; the bed covers (though thankfully washed), the colors of the wall and even Lachlan's gifts over the years were still all where she remembered them. Even though the last time she'd come to stay with them, she'd told them to turn it into a temporary nursery for her only nephew, Carlo for whenever her third-oldest brother Anton and his wife Lillian was in town. But of course they hadn't listened.
Carmen's blatant procrastination was interrupted when she heard a loud banging at her door. Not a 'knock', like any regular person would do, but intentional ruckus that could only be explained by one of her other older brothers; Lorenzo. He was the youngest of them, only about a year older than herself, and he'd chosen to adopt the typical parasitical life of a rich kid. Yes, kid. "Stinky-pants! Don't be such a shut-in. Tis the season to be jolly. FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!" Thank goodness she had a lock on her bedroom door, or she'd probably be deaf by now. Rolling her eyes as she heard Lorenzo continuing with his butchering of Christmas carols, Carmen saved her work and closed her laptop, slipping it beneath the bed so Lorenzo wouldn't sneak in and get the urge to do some destroying. Standing up, Carmen opened up her door to find the beaming, Italian features of her brother. "Well, finally, Emmanuelle’s here with the latest squeeze!" Oh, Manny, her second oldest brother and the biggest manwhore New York has ever seen. Honestly she couldn't grasp why her brother's just couldn't be alike; then all of these family get-togethers might have been the least bit sane.
Carmen pushed past Lorrie and wandered down the hardwood stairs to find even more family members in the kitchen, all laughing and joyously speaking in their lilted Italian. Whereas her mother's much smaller, English-born family sat in the living room, possibly trying to match the others for noise with their drunken fun. It was a good thing her family was so wealthy, because by the sounds of it, the extended relatives were going to be taking up residence in the house. But of course, when her parents had purchased this terrace, they also grabbed the ones on either side; there were rooms everywhere! When Carmen entered the kitchen, almost everybody started happily chattering at her; in both English and Italian; she could barely understand anything more than 'CARMEN!'. She had to get through everybody; the two brothers that were here, and their significant others, plus her grandmother (who she had actually flown over with, so it was all quite confusing) and then her dad's sister, her namesake; all to get to the kitchen table to talk with her mother, who was currently chopping up herbs for the biggest dish of spaghetti the world had ever seen.
"Where are the twins?" Carmen asked as she sat down and sighed in relaxation. It wasn't easy getting through all those family members, and she still had her mom's side to go through, yet. But that didn't excuse the absence of her two eldest brothers; Orlando and Raffaele, plus their respective wife and girlfriend. "They should be here sometime near midnight; they wanted to get here together of course, so Orlando and Kelly had to take a plane to Washington and they're all driving up now." She said, obviously wondering where Orlando would have his five year old daughter, Jennifer, sleeping. She was far too big for a crib, but she was still afraid to sleep on her own. Carmen nodded, smiling now as she took note of Lillian rocking Carlo in the corner of the kitchen. She was just ready to go say hello to her baby nephew before she felt a vibrating in her pocket. She grinned at Deven's name on the screen, considering she hadn't spoken to him for a few months now since her twenty-first birthday.
most definitely
anything to get out of my house
everyone's either singing or talking loudly or getting drunk
time and place, i'll be there
-carmen .
Carmen Rosetti was far too busy tapping away at her laptop keyboard in what used to be (and apparently still was) her bedroom to hear her acknowledge her father's calls for help downstairs. She had an assignment due when she arrived back in Rome, and she promised herself that Christmas would be the only day she took of working for it. Sadly, that meant that she couldn't assist her parents with the cannelloni tonight, not until she was done with the page she was currently filling up. Still, she couldn't help but notice that over the years, her mom and dad had left her room completely the same; the bed covers (though thankfully washed), the colors of the wall and even Lachlan's gifts over the years were still all where she remembered them. Even though the last time she'd come to stay with them, she'd told them to turn it into a temporary nursery for her only nephew, Carlo for whenever her third-oldest brother Anton and his wife Lillian was in town. But of course they hadn't listened.
Carmen's blatant procrastination was interrupted when she heard a loud banging at her door. Not a 'knock', like any regular person would do, but intentional ruckus that could only be explained by one of her other older brothers; Lorenzo. He was the youngest of them, only about a year older than herself, and he'd chosen to adopt the typical parasitical life of a rich kid. Yes, kid. "Stinky-pants! Don't be such a shut-in. Tis the season to be jolly. FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!" Thank goodness she had a lock on her bedroom door, or she'd probably be deaf by now. Rolling her eyes as she heard Lorenzo continuing with his butchering of Christmas carols, Carmen saved her work and closed her laptop, slipping it beneath the bed so Lorenzo wouldn't sneak in and get the urge to do some destroying. Standing up, Carmen opened up her door to find the beaming, Italian features of her brother. "Well, finally, Emmanuelle’s here with the latest squeeze!" Oh, Manny, her second oldest brother and the biggest manwhore New York has ever seen. Honestly she couldn't grasp why her brother's just couldn't be alike; then all of these family get-togethers might have been the least bit sane.
Carmen pushed past Lorrie and wandered down the hardwood stairs to find even more family members in the kitchen, all laughing and joyously speaking in their lilted Italian. Whereas her mother's much smaller, English-born family sat in the living room, possibly trying to match the others for noise with their drunken fun. It was a good thing her family was so wealthy, because by the sounds of it, the extended relatives were going to be taking up residence in the house. But of course, when her parents had purchased this terrace, they also grabbed the ones on either side; there were rooms everywhere! When Carmen entered the kitchen, almost everybody started happily chattering at her; in both English and Italian; she could barely understand anything more than 'CARMEN!'. She had to get through everybody; the two brothers that were here, and their significant others, plus her grandmother (who she had actually flown over with, so it was all quite confusing) and then her dad's sister, her namesake; all to get to the kitchen table to talk with her mother, who was currently chopping up herbs for the biggest dish of spaghetti the world had ever seen.
"Where are the twins?" Carmen asked as she sat down and sighed in relaxation. It wasn't easy getting through all those family members, and she still had her mom's side to go through, yet. But that didn't excuse the absence of her two eldest brothers; Orlando and Raffaele, plus their respective wife and girlfriend. "They should be here sometime near midnight; they wanted to get here together of course, so Orlando and Kelly had to take a plane to Washington and they're all driving up now." She said, obviously wondering where Orlando would have his five year old daughter, Jennifer, sleeping. She was far too big for a crib, but she was still afraid to sleep on her own. Carmen nodded, smiling now as she took note of Lillian rocking Carlo in the corner of the kitchen. She was just ready to go say hello to her baby nephew before she felt a vibrating in her pocket. She grinned at Deven's name on the screen, considering she hadn't spoken to him for a few months now since her twenty-first birthday.
most definitely
anything to get out of my house
everyone's either singing or talking loudly or getting drunk
time and place, i'll be there
-carmen .
[/color]* CREDITS , ANYONE ?
most of the credit for this goes to take a chance on me over at caution modified by emily for this site - broken lights on the freeway .[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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