✧ CONT- She's a free spirit, a tornado, a storm that cannot be contained. She insists on fighting her own battles and is proud. Inside, she's lonely, sad and scared. She's been deserted by a lot of people in her life, which makes her scared of pushing people away, so she's picky and selects her friends carefully. She used to be sweet, funny, charismatic, bubbly and a huge talker, and still is, but that side is guarded. She's not a airhead, she's effective at running things and clever. She almost always wins, but is a gracious loser. She doesn't trust easily but to the closest friends, she's heaven. She's danger and not someone to be messed with. She has a short fuse and can explode. So be nice to her and she'll be nice to you.
✧ A beautiful blonde baby opened her acidic green eyes to the world on 11th November in a large hospital suite in Ibiza, to a very very rich couple, the second richest in the world in fact. This couple was Amelie Gaultier, the daughter of world famous fashion designer Gaultier, a supermodel at the time and high flying socialite, and her father was Laurent Browning, the owner of Laurent Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company that dealt with pharmacy, beauty, electronics, everything. It was one of the top 5 in the world and the largest in Europe. The media had tracked her growth every inch and celebrated her birth greatly, chronicling it everywhere possible. While she was born in Ibiza, her mother is French and her Dad is half Greek, half British. On that very moment, it became she was destined to be a beauty, a great one. And while this did come true, it wasn't until later that she realised it. Because her mother was too busy with her career, she was given away to Wayne Du Plessis, a mechanic who lived in the tiny, exclusive but beautiful Island of Manx. This ethnicity lends her beautiful voice a unique edge impossible to find elsewhere. She grew up, thinking she was a Du Plessis and hadn't the slightest inkling of the fact that she was the baby the media had celebrated greatly. She had an older sister, Daphne Du Plessis, a pretty face who taught her to live life freely without regrets. She had the best times of her life with Wayne, her adoptive dad, fixing cars with him when she wanted, as she wanted. She went to an expensive private school in Manx, making many friends, and yes, enemies too, but her friends, who were far more in number, always defended her. She quickly made her way to the top and had everyone eating out of her hands. She and Daphne partied away every night they had free on their schedule. She was the queen, her word was law. All of the boys were crazy for her and the girls worshipped her. She played with a lot of them, but never letting anyone close, except Daphne and a select group of friends. Then, at 11, he State took her away from Wayne because her parents wanted her back and Wayne's income was too low to support her. She was young, she had no idea what was going on. She thought Wayne had left her alone, and this was her first scar. They took her to her parents, to their huge mansion in Wales. Her mother had retired by now, she was now a former supermodel, still a high class socialite and also the editor-in-chief of Vogue, while her father got richer. She didn't adjust at first, but soon did. Life looked like a fairytale to her just then, but it wasn't. It was a tragedy, but she was yet to see it's bleak side. She got the lead in every school play, she was the front runner for just about every candidacy in school, and to top it off, she was a model. She got to be a model because , at a party, she met Andre Persemotti, the owner of a modelling agency in Milan. He was completely besotted with her perfect looks, and offered her a modelling contract in Milan. Her easy, elegant grace of walking and the perfect body that could carry off anything and make it look like a master piece got her a lot of attention and the offers started pouring in.