Jeffree Star.
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Screenname: Jeffree xox Pansy Lero
Name: Jeffree Star
Age: Twenty-One
Birthday: November 15, 1986
Sexuality: Fabulous
Played since: October 2004

Appearance:
Jeffree Star is definitely a sight to behold. He’s tall, towering over most at a flat-foot height of 6’2” but rarely is he seen anywhere without his six inch stilettos. His eyes are a piercing blue, but he often wears coloured contacts varying from pink to black to crazy cat eyes. Jeffree was blonde for awhile, but found he missed his pink hair far too much and has since grown out the blonde ‘hawk and donned long, luscious pink locks for a few months now. He’s thin like a twig, tall and graceful, covered in tattoos with his left arm dedicated entirely to portraits of important people he respects and loves. He wears big earrings, big necklaces, short skirts and the most Hello Kitty ever seen on one person. Never without at least one pink clothing article, Jeffree is a walking fabulous phenom.

Personality:
One look at Miss Jeffree Star would put a lot of thoughts into one’s head. By the looks of him, he’d be a stuck up, arrogant, selfish and ignorant asshole… But that is just not the case at all. Deep down inside, Jeffree is a human being with feelings, emotions and passions in his life. Jeffree is fiercely loyal to his friends and the people he cares about, and he is definitely not afraid to tell anyone exactly what he thinks should someone cross him or one of his friends. He may be loud, proud and brash, but underneath the make-up, the glam, and the tattoos, Jeffree is a sweet young man with a lot to offer.

Jeffree loves to have fun, he loves to laugh, and he loves to talk. He’s the kind of person who can immediately pick up on the mood when someone is down, and will go any length to make sure that a smile is brought out. He has a kind heart, a good soul, and only wants the best for the people around him. He’s not afraid to be silly, to be funny, and to joke around because he knows who he is and is confident in himself. What other people think or say about the way he looks and dresses isn’t a concern of his. He is proud of himself, proud of his accomplishments thus far in his young life, and he wouldn’t change a thing if he could. That's not to say, however, that he doesn't have his insecure moments - everyone does. Jeffree is good at hiding it, though, and probably wouldn't admit how he was feeling unless it was a very close friend. He keeps his feelings personal.

History:
Jeffree was born and raised in Orange County, California. He grew up under the parenting of a single mother, and often found himself wandering off on his own. It wasn’t that he got into trouble… just that he experimented a lot, at a young age, and with experimentation comes self-discovery. Knowing who and what he was at a young age, Jeffree found his passion for artistry and expressed this in the way of make-up, dress-up and putting himself out there for the world to see. At a young age, he paraded around the house in his mother’s high-heels and dresses, proclaiming that one day he would be famous and the whole world would know his name.

Building his portfolio, his clientèle, and his contacts, by the age of fifteen, celebrities started noticing him and hiring him for their photo shoots and music videos, and before long, he was well on his way to stardom. Jeffree knew that his big break would come soon enough. He would make it, and make the most of it, no matter what it took to get there. He was never afraid of hard work and sacrifice, and was willing to do anything and everything it took to get him to the top of his game. Now, he is on top with the all the number one's on itunes, one of the most popular myspace and buzznet pages, and his clothing in Hot Top, Jeffree is taking the world by storm and nothing is going to hold him back.

AIM Example: I’m going to use an example from a previous RP application. The first post was from the moderator, a Pete Wentz, and the second was my reply. I will, however, make up the third from Pete, and the final fourth from Jeffree.

Pete: (Provided by the mod) - Pete was tired. Exhausted. Mentally and physically. He was worn out. He'd spent every evening for the past several weeks at The Quest nightclub in Minneapolis, swilling strange drinks and taking strange pills and dancing until he quite literally did drop. It was rare for him to be in bed before four o'clock in the morning. It had been fun.. Well, it had been fun at first, anyway. Now the constant partying had begun to take its toll on him. There were heavy bags under his eyes. He'd been losing weight that he didn't have, and the clothing that had used to fit just right was now hanging more loosely. Most mornings, he woke with his stomach churning in a way that could only mean one thing, but the few feet from his bed to his bathroom felt more like a few miles. He'd had enough. Tonight, Pete wasn't at The Quest. Tonight? Tonight he was seated in a small corner booth at The Newspaper Room Cafe, sipping his favourite hazelnut blend from a chipped mug and reading from an old, battered copy of The Old Man and The Sea. Hemingway's words had never failed him.

Jeffree xox: Jeffree slipped down the street dressed rather casual for his usual self. He wore black yoga-pant capris and flip-flops along with a pink tank-top and a black hoodie over top, only zipped up half-way. He tossed his bright pink hair over his shoulders, loving the new length. He’d just left his hair stylist’s salon and had extensions put in, bringing his fuscia locks down to mid back. Smiling brightly, Jeffree slipped on his large black sunglasses and walked down the street, not caring that he was make up-less or that people were definitely staring at him now that he looked like a man; a tall, skinny man with capris and long pink hair. Brushing off the comments of ‘faggot’ and ‘queer’, he pushed the door to the Café open and slipped inside. The door chimes jingled and he approached the counter with his order already in mind, but took a moment to raise his sunglasses to the top of his head as he spotted a familiar face sitting off to himself in the corner of the little café. Jeffree frowned slightly, eyeing Pete curiously. Pete Wentz? The always party going Pete Wentz? What the hell was Pete Wentz doing in this small little café, hidden away from the world?

Pete: (Made up by me) - Pete was enraptured in his book, deaf and blind to the world around him. People may have stared, people may have whispered and pointed, people may have even come up to him, but he never once heard or noticed. He turned the pages, Hemingway’s endless poetic aura sinking through to Pete’s very core. It was odd, he thought, that he could live the wild, party lifestyle every night and yet still, he could sit in a small hidden café, read and drink coffee and forget about how unhappy he really, truly was inside. It was no secret, really, and if he even tried to convince himself that no one knew his problems… well, that would be stupid of him, he knew it. Pete finally took a moment to pull his eyes away from the pages of his book, and he leaned back in his seat. He folded the corer of his page, set the book aside, and stared ahead of him while his thoughts ran through his head. How was he going to fix this? How was he possibly going to pull himself out of the lifestyle he had become accustomed to, and turn his life around into something he could be proud of?

Jeffree xox: Jeffree watched Pete curiously, a little frown crossing his features. Pete may have not been a friend of Jeffree’s, but he was definitely an acquaintance, someone Jeffree had hung out with a few times and he genuinely felt concerned as he watched the man across the room. Pete didn’t look so great, Jeffree thought, and judging by his not-so-chic dress, and the stubble from a few days of not shaving, he was definitely not feeling so hot either. Jeffree put his Dior’s in his purse and shifted it on his shoulder, abandoning the idea of ordering a macchiato. He had much more important things to worry about right now, and he found himself feeling his heart sink a little, when a frown crossed Pete’s face. He walked over, smiling when Pete looked up at him, and then placed himself in the seat across from the older man. He didn’t say a word for a moment, only offered a condoling smile and set his purse on the floor, knowing that when Pete was ready, he would speak.

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