MONROE, stacy lee

[stacy lee monroe]

STACYLEEMONROE

YOU SAY WE'RE BOTH LITTLE PEOPLE AND YOU LIKE IT THAT WAY,

NAME: stacy lee monroe.
NICKNAME: stace.
AGE: eighteen.
GENDER: female.
SEXUALITY: straight.
BIRTHDATE: 07.24.1991.
GROUP: senior.
SCHOOL: lawrence collegiate.
GRADE: 12.

BUT IN TIME I'M GONNA PUT THIS BODY TO SHAME,

stacy's nose is slightly pointed. she has a pretty round face, and everything is pretty close together. she has small, dark brown eyes and pale pink lips, which are regularly covered in dark pink lipstick and lip liner. stacy has rosy red cheeks. her teeth are very small, and very straight, and very white, also. she has slanted dark brown eyebrows that are always in perfect shape. her ears are slightly large but it's not too noticeable.

stacy has gorgeous, bouncy, curly hair. she always keeps it well kept. it is very thick, which is awesome because she can do basically anything with it. her hair hangs past her shoulders, down her arms a bit. she doesn't have a preference on how she wears her hair, sometimes it's down and straight, sometimes it's tied up in a ponytail or a bun. no matter how she wears it, it still looks great.

stacy dresses up her face with a bit of foundation, brown eyeliner, sparkly light brown eyeshadow and black mascara on normal days. sometimes she just wings her eyeliner out and puts on a bit of mascara, blush, and brown eyeshadow. her makeup always looks fabulous and you can always count on her to look dazzling.

stacy is very skinny due to an eating disorder she had in the past. she was bulimic when she was younger, but got that taken care of...mostly. she thought she was too fat so she decided to follow the trend of her old friends, who were bad influences, clearly. stacy has average sized breasts, and she isn't muscular at all, just very skinny. she does have a nice body, though. her feet are a tiny size seven and she stands at about five feet and five inches tall.

as for style, stacy doesn't have a preference on what to wear. she will wear just about anything. some days you can catch her in a cute dress, an elegant dress, skinny jeans and high heels, or maybe even a boyfriend blazer. her style changes up all the time, which is what makes it so unique. she spends thousands on her wardrobe every year.
BODY TYPE: slim.
HAIR: light / dark brown.
EYES: dark brown.
HEIGHT: 5'5".
WEIGHT: 118.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: stacy has no tattoos and isn't planning on getting any. she has her ears pierced, and that's all.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: a few freckles on her left breast and some on her ass. a birthmark on her inside right thigh. she also has a scar from a piece of glass being stuck in her palm and some cuts on her legs from climbing trees at a very young age, but they're too faded to see, plus any visible scar or mark on her is covered with foundation.
PLAY-BY: leighton meester<33

WEAR A SUIT LIKE MY OLD MAN,

stacy was born into, well, royalty. she was treated like a princess basically her whole life, and her family was very wealthy. stacy grew up in a beautiful victorian home in topeka, kansas, living with her mother, father, and two siblings.

when stacy was first born, she had a shit ton of attention. everyone loved her, of course - she was the brand new baby to the rich michael and shelley. they were very well known, mainly for their kindness and nice clothes and such, but they were also good friends to many of the people in town. stacy's baby years were wonderful, she always got many gifts on her birthdays and so much attention, to the point where her brother got jealous and wouldn't talk to her at all. her brother absolutely hated her, because she was loved more. after all, she was the young, brand new little girl.

stacy's wide brown eyes would always be tearing up. scott liked to push her down and make fun of her for what she wore, and what she looked like. he called her 'alien-head' and 'elephant ears.' being little, it was very offensive to stacy. she cried a lot as a child, and her brother was always getting into trouble. stace didn't get into any trouble as a young one.

reading and writing was easy for stacy. she learned her multiplication and division in second grade. michael and shelley always worked with her well. she was a very bright young girl, and she was talented, also. she learned how to guitar at age twelve. but by the time stacy was thirteen, there was a new baby on the way. she was so excited to have a new sibling.

chloe was born about nine and a half months later. stacy now had a baby to care for, and a new sister to love. she always took wonderful care of chloe, along with babysitting her and much, much more. she definitely deserved a 'sister of the year' award. chloe was basically stacy's life. although she was annoying, stace would do absolutely anything for chloe.

stacy was sixteen when she formed an eating disorder. she became bulimic, meaning she threw up whatever she ate. nobody found out about her disorder until her mom became very concerned about her weight. in just a few months stacy had lost tons of weight to the point where you could see her ribs. after about five months of suffering bulimia stacy decided to confess what was going down and her mother brought her into the hospital.

by the time stacy was seventeen, she had gained quite a bit of weight back. that was when her mother decided to break the news. "we're moving to canada." stacy was pissed off. she did not want to leave all of her friends behind. she had a ton of friends, and a boyfriend that she had to leave. she cried for a long time, before finally deciding maybe change would be good. the family packed up their belongings and headed for a longass drive to preston heights, canada where their new home awaited them.

it didn't take long for stacy to get settled in preston heights. she started attending lawrence collegiate for her last two years of high school, and she has made a few acquaintances. of course, she wasn't as well known around this school as she was in her old school, but she is still making her way well through the school.

on stacy's eighteenth birthday, her parents bought her a car and let her get a new phone. she now drives a white camero and texts off of a palm pixi plus, which she absolutely loves. she spends most of her time at the park, or in her parents basement doing her school work, which she needs to keep good so she can get back into modeling, and maybe become an actress. stacy has a lot ahead of her, and she is working her ass off to get it.
HOMETOWN: topeka, kansas.
MOTHER: shelley diane monroe, 44, naturopathic doctor.
FATHER: michael allen monroe, 39, IT manager.
SIBLING(S): scott allen west, 22, half brother, failure.
chloe louise monroe, 5, sister.
PETS: none.

PACK UP ALL MY THINGS AND GET MY ASS OUT OF TOWN,

stacy is very outgoing. she likes to crack up jokes, and she usually laughs at her own, too. stace talks to anyone and everyone, she loves making friends and meeting new people. anyone she can get the chance to talk to, she would definitely want them as a friend. though she does look down on the poor people, she does have a few poor friends. wealth isn't all that matters...right?

humor isn't a very good thing with stacy. she always tells the lamest jokes, but they can be funny sometimes, too. her dirty jokes are always the best though, they're pretty funny most of the time. her personality and clumsiness is the center of her humor. her mom always says that the way she trips over shit and runs into it is hilarious. stacy hates embarrassing herself like this but her clumsiness can't be tamed.

niceness is something that stacy was raised with. she is super nice. stace is such a sweetheart, she loves making people feel good and helping them out. she is easy to talk to, and she is a good listener when she needs to be. just her smile and voice is very warm and sweet.

but, boy, when you piss her off, stacy can be a huge bitch. she has some claws, let me tell you. she will tear you down and fight verbally as hard as she can until you fuck off. don't mess with her, her family, or her friends or you're going to get it.

although stacy may be clumsy, she is very intelligent. she has always had wonderful grades in school, straight a's. not all of them are a pluses, she did have a few regular a's and a minuses, but they were still a's and she still had the best grades of the class. her teachers respected her very much for her kindness, helpfulness, and intelligence.

stacy loves to party hardyyyy. it's not a party without stacy lee moore. she is the life of the party, and she loves to get on the floor and dance. her favorites are house parties, though she really will attend any. alcohol is one of stace's best friends.
LIKES: partying, dancing, grinding, talking on the phone, texting, being social, bitching bitches out, laughing, smiling, cracking jokes, talking, facebook, makeup, italian food, sushi.
DISLIKES: eating disorders, bitches, rap music, hardcore music, heavy metal, screamo, loud noises, fighting, myspace, animals, apples, bugs.
FEARS: the death of her loved ones, rejection.
DREAMS: gain some weight back, get back into the modeling business.

WE'VE GOT IT GOOD,

Hi, I'm Carter and I've been around this world 13 times. I play Taylor&Stacy and I found out about this site from Proboards. I've been in this business for almost 3 years. If you need to contact me, please do it through PM or e-mail@ [e-mail]. Oh, and by the way, code phrase here. Read the rules.

WHETHER YOU LIKE THIS TOWN OR NOT,

taylor had been having quite a long day. she turned in a ton of job applications, and now she had absolutely positively nothing to do, and no one to do nothing with. she decided today would be a great day for a walk to the park. it was seventy nine degrees out, and she had just showered. tay pulled her window open and looked outside her apartment window at the cars rushing by, smiling. it was absolutely gorgeous outside. taylor put on a sun hat, heart shaped glasses, a motley crue tank top, and a pair of denim skinny jeans on. these skinny jeans had spiffy little patterns ironed on all over it, and they were probably one of her favorite pairs. she accessorized her outfit a bit with white combat boots and a knit black, purple and white unbuttoned sweater, followed by a bead necklace with a cross on it. she put a little foundation on and walked out of her apartment door.

she walked outside of the apartment building and closed her eyes, taking in the fresh air. she never got enough fresh air, and she really needed to start getting it more often. taylor lit up a cigarette and smoked it as she began walking towards the park. she would hopefully finish before she got to the park, because she didn't want to throw used cigarettes where kids played. that was probably the most generous she had ever been, but today she was in a pretty good mood, so she didn't have much control over that. typical taylor wouldn't give a fuck whether or not her cigarette butts were all over kids' bare feet.

taylor finished her cigarette quickly, and threw it on the road as she ran across, almost getting hit by a car. luckily, she did make it across the road, and was nearing the park. she ran a bit, feeling like a child again. she stopped running and stood there for a moment, looking down at the grass. she watched her feet trail through the grass away to the swings, where she sat on one of them and began to swing. she went high, and kicked her boots off, so she was barefoot. they went pretty far, and she smiled. she hoped no one was seeing her childish ways. tay didn't care all that much, but still, she decided to stop. she put the swing to a stop to where she was just sitting on it, swaying back and forth slightly with the breeze, and gripped on to the sides of the swing. she pushed off her feet once more, swinging very low. she still was having a great time. it was nice being all alone sometimes.

taylor eventually got bored of swinging, and she hopped off, going to go lay down in the grass. she took out a note pad and pencil, and started to sketch what she saw around her - trees, swings, a play ground, some kids running around it in the distance, grass, squirrels, even the clouds in the sky and the house nearby. her mind was focused on that, but suddenly her mind was clouded by her past. she remembered herself stoned, coming to a park and fucking around with little kids' poor little minds. she probably corrupted them horribly, but she didn't remember much. all the shit she caused and how she tore her household apart with her drugs and her drinking problem. she pressed her lips together, and then wished callie was there with her to talk to her about this. callie was her friend from back in new york. they had been best friends since callie was born. she was a few months younger than taylor, and they got along so well. cal was the one person that taylor could trust with anything and everything. she missed her.

taylor sat up in the grass, trying to clear her mind of missing callie, drugs, and alcohol, and her horrible past. she began to sing quietly, looking down at her nails and picking the chipped nail polish off of them. she sang a few verses from numerous all time low songs, and she was forgetting about what she was thinking about. she got up and started singing loudly. "maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year!" she sang as she danced and had a hell of a time. she didn't give a shit who saw it or what they saw. she didn't even really know what the hell she was doing, but she was doing it, and enjoying herself immensely. she laughed, and lay down in the grass.

I KNOW IT'S SMALL BUT WITH A BIG HEAD,

Ellie made this application for * big city dreams. The lyrics are from the song Big City Dreams by nevershoutnever. Don't remove this part or claim this as your own.