Role
Student
Gender
Little Princess
Age
16
Personality
To put it bluntly, Gwen is spoiled. And not just "demands a lot of material goods" spoiled, but all-out, "you should anticipate my every desire and prepare it before I know I want it" spoiled. Yes, even if what she wants is a flying horse. Yes, she has previously demanded one. And she did become rather incensed when one could not be procured. The child of second-generation wealth, neither Gwen nor her parents ever had to work for anything they wanted, causing a lack of proportion and a sense of entitlement that could make the devil himself weep tears of joy. Gwen now has gotten into the habit of looking down on everyone because of their lack of material goods. She refuses to wear any piece of clothing with even the slightest bit of damage again, and if she wears the same outfit more than once a year, she throws a fit. Gwen essentially doesn't relate to other people, seeing all of them as below her, even the girls she calls her friends. In truth, rather than friends, she has ornaments, girls who are rich enough or pretty enough, preferably both, to be seen with her. Though she flirts with boys, and even dates to promote her status, or perhaps to show favor, she's never made an emotional connection, and in truth, sees them as weighing her down. Gwen believes she always deserves things to go exactly as she wants them to, and is willing to lie, cheat, steal, or order someone to do something they really don't want to to get what she wants.
However, it's not that Gwen's malevolent. When push comes to shove, she really doesn't understand why she can't always get what she wants. No one taught her about sharing as a child, and to her mind, no one since has been able to give a good reason why she shouldn't - other people could have everything they wanted, too, if they just tried hard enough. There is absolutely a part of her that looks in the mirror and wonders "why am I so perfect?" Because of her disdain for others, Gwen isn't very happy, though. She believes she is, because of everything she has, but she's often irritable and overly demanding, not feeling satisfied even after she's forced someone to make something exactly to her specifications. Careless with others' feelings, Gwen sees nothing wrong with ripping someone a new asshole because she's having an off day. Actually, Gwen thinks she's a really nice person, because of her "charitable" projects to temporarily adopt a "less fortunate" girl. Socialite and never content with less than the center of attention, Gwen wants to be the girl you look at when she walks in a room, the one you're envious of, want to date, want to talk to, feel blessed when she talks to you, the lead of the play, the best in the art class... She'd deny it if asked this, but truly, she wants to have a spotlight on her all the time. She just wants it to be made of the admiration and notice of others.
Brief Description
Tattoos? As if. Hair dye? Never. Piercings? Only exactly what's fashionable. She's not some punk. Feathers in her hair? But of course. Gwen has double pierced ears, both of which she keeps real gems in, always matching her clothing. Her piercings are just close enough together to look classy, but certainly not touching. The feather colors are soft blue with white stripes (two) and gold (three), and affixed on the right side. Her nails are always painted, toes and fingers, and never allowed to chip. Gwen wears only the most high-class clothing. Her clothes must either have some sort of distinctive marker showing that they're designer, or just look so blatantly fancy that you can tell. When socializing, she wears full-length dresses, but most of the rest of the time, her dresses are just short enough to show off her long, slender legs but not short enough to even imply that she might be loose. She has no preferred colors, though due to her skin, she tends to look sallow in dark reds, purples, light greens, or anything washed out. And don't even think about yellow. Rather, pink, blue, most brighter oranges, light purple, gray, black, dark green... Colors that set off her pale skin, rather than making it disgusting. Oh. And she's 5'6", 115 lbs.
Likes
Berries of all types
Cherries (love these)
Stuffed animals (shh)
Dolphins
Horses
Classical music
Pop/Rock (don't tell her parents)
Sketching
Trains
Dislikes
Airplanes
Flying
Seasickness/Carsickness/Airsickness/Nausea in general
Athsma
Panic Attacks
Dog slobber
Slobber in general
Gross things
Phobia
Aviatophobia (Fear of flying)
Cynophobia (Fear of dogs)
Nyctophobia (Fear of the dark)
Homophobia (specifically lesbians)
History
Gwen is, quite obviously, the child of money. From the time she was born, she had a veritable army waiting on her. If she said she wanted a bouquet, they brought her a greenhouse. Said she wanted that plush dolphin? She got an aquarium. Her father's father was an oil tycoon, and their family is still rolling in the money. So much so that they really don't know what to do with it, except flaunt it. And thus: Guinevere. She had the life that most little girls dream of. When she was five years old and asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, she didn't say a princess - she already was one. No, she announced something they immediately had to beat out of her. "Poor!" Well, that didn't last long. No way it could, it was too shameful, for her to say something so pathetic and lower-class.
From where, well... Guinevere went to all the best schools, with all the "best" kids, she even went to all the snotty churches, though her piety is about zero. She learned to be a brat, to treat others like stepping stools and ornaments, and, of course, to socialize. Consequently, she is the best up-sucker you will ever meet, though it's not a skill she practices often, as, like most other things, it's beneath her. She was always shepherded to parties, shown off, and forced to act like a little adult. Now, whenever no one's around to make her not, she has a serious immature streak. Got to get it out sometime. However, her parents noticed something disturbing in her behavior. Guinevere has been sent to eight different psychiatrists, four psychologists, and thirteen counselors. None of them lasted long, but the problem always, well... Persisted. The issue was that they didn't think she was connecting to people well enough. The only constant among her friends seemed to be money, and she had no real interest in having a person over more than once. After she'd showed them her house and things, what was the point. Guinevere didn't play. And though her father was proud of her maturity, it really bothered her mother, who had grown up only middle high-class, and had played as a child.
After Gwen gave the reason for dumping her newest boyfriend as "He wanted to kiss me... Y'know, privately. Why should I let him, what's he done for me?" her mom was horrified that her daughter had become someone who would trade kisses for things or appearance. She insisted that Gwen be taken to a relationship counselor to work through her issues. After one session, the counselor informed her parents that their daughter might always be that way towards people, that on the plus side she'd marry a prince, and on the minus, with sufficient motivation, she'd have an affair, and the whole world would know. Well, they couldn't risk that, and so, unanimously, Gwen's mother and father agreed to the counselor's other option. Their daughter could be sent to Curious Academy. Needless to say, she's less than enthused.
Soulmate
N/a
Hex Code
FF0066
Other
Due to a lot of practice, Guinevere is a pretty good artist, and she loves to dance. Doesn't matter what kind. She's been taking ballet since she was a child, but she also does jazz, contemporary, ballroom, and the just general moving that's popular with teenagers. The only thing she refuses to do is jump up and down with her hands in the air. That's not dancing, that's ridiculous.
Automatic - Electric Valentine
Hey baby,
You know you're only
A passing thought
Don't think that you know me.
Hey baby
You know you're only
An impulse that faded out slowly.
(Slowly)Slowly faded out slowly
(Slowly)Slowly Slowly
It's the last look I'll ever give you
The last look set to kill.
There's no use I'm automatic
You've never had it and you never will.
It's the last look I'll ever give you
The last look set to kill.
There's no use I'm automatic
You've never had it and you never will.
I'm automatic [x4]
Hey baby
You know you're only
A passing thought don't think that you know me.
Hey baby
You know you're only
An impulse that faded out slowly.
(Slowly) Slowly faded out slowly
(Slowly) Slowly Slowly
It's the last look I'll ever give you
The last look set to kill.
There's no use I'm automatic
You've never had it and you never will.
It's the last look I'll ever give you
The last look set to kill.
There's no use I'm automatic
You've never had it and you never will.
[X2]
Whoa
So let me break it down now
Break it down now
I'll break it down now anyway you want me to.
Break it down now.
I'll break it down now, I'm never gonna be with you.
I'm never gonna be with you.
I'm never gonna be with you.
Automatic [x4]
It's the last look I'll ever give you
The last look set to kill.
There's no use I'm automatic
You've never had it and you never will.
It's the last look I'll ever give you
The last look set to kill.
There's no use I'm automatic
You've never had it and you never will.
[X2]
I'm automatic [x5]