full name . ericka lynn samuels
nick names . ricky
age . seventeen
grade . junior
birthday . august six, nineteen ninety two

personality . sweet, sarcastic, loving, mature, ocd, comical, smart, crazy, aristocratic, conservative

history .Ericka was raised in a family much like royalty. Her daddy, a California state senator, loved both her and her mother very much. Ericka always liked political rallies and loved being in the spotlight. Student government was her favorite thing throughout school. She never got much into sports. Really, for Ericka, it was all about the political limelight. She was popular, due to the fact that she could be both sweet and spunky at the same time. Her political views were different from most of her age, but she quickly learned to embrace it. She liked being different.

Ericka had it all growing up. The money, the grades, the politics, and the popularity were all there for her to take. She never had to worry about not making it. She always had life laid out for her. She knew she was going to an ivy league college and majoring in law. Right out of college, she would run for senate and quite obviously win. She had no doubt about it. Of course she knew things changed, but she felt that she never had to worry about it.

Ericka was devastated when she found out her daddy was cheating on her mother. It took her entire life for a spin. Desperate to be as far away from him as possible, she moved with her mother to Vegas. She enrolled in Drama High, knowing for sure that it was just a minor setback. Yale would still accept her. After all, she was Ericka Samuels now, not Ericka Lounger. She had changed to her mothers last name after her mother divorced her father. She refused to be of any relation to the asshole.

occ name . kaity
years experience . about one
age . fourteen
other characters .
password . plastic
notes . none
role play sample . Ericka stepped off her father's private jet. She turned around, a silent tear rolling down her face, and hugged the flight attendant. She had known him all her life, and now their relationship was over. She was done with her father, and would therefore have to leave the rest of her life behind her, which included the staff she loved so much.

Ericka wiped the tear out of her eye, careful not to smudge her carefully-done mascara. She was making an entrance to Vegas. This was her new life. She looked down at the baby blue cardigan she wore and her neatly pressed black Seven skinny jeans. She looked like royalty, completed with silver flats and demure diamond earrings. She was proud of herself for coming up with such an aristocratic outfit for her Vegas debut.

After descending the steps, Ericka grabbed her pink Louis Vuitton rolling suitcase. She hooked arms with her mother as they headed to the waiting town car that they had told to meet them at the little airport. Ericka handed her suitcase to the driver, who responded by placing the suitcase in the trunk. Ericka climbed in the back next to her mother. As she buckled her seatbelt, she squeezed her mothers hand. She was nervous. It was the start of her new life. She was nervous, but she was absolutely, completely, perfectly, and totally ready for it.