Post by kacey lori johnson on Aug 18, 2009 12:54:37 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] 18, may 22
height ,[/color] 5'6
body type ,[/color] average
sexuality ,[/color] straight
relationship status ,[/color] single
play - by ,[/color] hilarie burton
group ,[/color] high school[/ul]
dislikes ,[/color] bugs, mother, life, school, bullies, spontaneous human combustion.
fears ,[/color] her mother finding her, spontaneous human combustion, losing her father.
habits ,[/color] art, parties, bitting her lib when she feels pressure.
flaws ,[/color] none.
personality ,[/color]
miraculous
dependable
demanding
witty
charming
wild
tidy
peculiar
caring
outspoken
fun
picky
smart when put effort
talkative
daunting
respectful
[/ul]
siblings ,[/color] none that she knows of.
other family ,[/color]doesn't talk to anyone but her dad.
history ,[/color]
- born on may 22, was 6 pounds and 4 oz.
- at the age of 4, mother left her and her father. today, she still has no idea where she's at.
- it has always just been her and her dad. kacey's dad has always been there for her when no one else wanted her.
- at age 10, she started looking for her mother, asked questions but got no answers.
- when kacey turned 16 she went out to look for her. then, it was love she was after, it was revenge.
-kacey had so much anger in her because of her mother, she went through years or rejection.
- just last year, her mother came back for her.
- kacey didn't want anything to do with her, she tried to make her leave, but all that did was make things worse.
- her mother tried to get her, but or course, her father wouldn't allow it.
- after months of struggle, she left with just as much as she came with, nothing.
- now, kacey is terrified that her mother will come back for her, and she will win. that is her worst nightmare.
- kacey is now 18, and is finishing high school.
- she has great friends and a father that will always be there.
- after many years struggling with her family, she now has moved on and is living life as best as she can with what she has.
- father like daughter![/ul]
age ,[/color] 17
years of experience ,[/color] about 4 years
gender ,[/color] female
anything else ,[/color] EXCITED!!!!!!!
role playing sample ,[/color]
his clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
and you're the best thing that he's ever seen
outfit , with black jeans
He hadn't done this in a while. His excuse for not doing this was because of his intense schedule, which, after deep consideration, was decided to be crap, seeing as how he hadn't done anything productive in a week. And, even that depends on what exactly you consider to be productive. James's opinions on things are slightly different compared to the normal person's. An example would be that his opinion of 'something productive' would be watching the entire Back to the Future series, whereas the average person's would be cleaning the house or producing more spawn or something cliche and disturbing like that. So, today, James vowed to himself that he would stop watching movies and get outside and get a whiff of fresh air and whatnot. You know, get some sun of his pale skin and prove to society that he isn't a hermit who keeps to himself and who doesn't not have an active social life.
James sat himself on a bench by the observatory. He had been to this park many times in his past, it was one of his mother's favorite places [next to where all the shops are, of course]. His parents often retreated to this area for picnics dates and just opportunities to be alone with each other. So, naturally, as James got older, he began appreciating this spot even more. He had brought one thing with him, and that was one of his acoustic guitars. A few months ago, he was in a very busky mood and decided to play in the park for fun; he didn't need money or anything [however people did through coins in his open case], he just did it for fun, and to be away for a few hours. He hadn't returned since then, and wanted to revisit the bench where he played before. He extracted his guitar from the case, and placed it on his lap, ready to play.
Despite his clever disguise [cue snorting sound from sarcastic best friend], a couple of teenage girls recognized him just as he was about to play. Some days, he hated people coming up to him, others he didn't mind. Today was one of those days where he was excited to meet different, interesting people. The girls asked for a quick picture, and James happily obliged. They went on to say they liked his band's music and requested a song. The twenty year old wasn't one to deny a fan, so played the song for them. It was one of his band's, and playing it alone was a little awkward without the rest of them. Still, it had to be done. He asked their names: Johanna and Lucy. "Johanna, like the Bob Dylan song?" He asked with a smile, she replied by saying she was named after her grandmother. Another few minutes of useless chatter went by, and they left, and James was alone once again.
He began to just bop around, hitting random cords and making a tune out of it. During his teen years, he would do thing constantly, and would improvise lyrics some the spot. Some of the ideas for songs he had written came from what was voiced during those bopping sessions; he finds that all good songs are created this way. He laughed to himself, as he often does, and began playing the Super Mario Brothers Theme. An older woman slowly paced by and smiled at him; she probably didn't know who he was and figured him to be some poor busker looking to pay for his next meal and not him to be who he was. He liked the sense of mystery in the air when people didn't know who he was. Turning the smile, he completely changed what he was doing, and opted to play a slower song: Night Moves by Bob Seger. As he sang along, passer byers through coins, small bills, garbage in his guitar case. James took a quick break, and rummaged through the case for the money. Searching the area, his eyes quickly met a homeless man near by. He walked over, money [and guitar] in hand, and passed him the money. The young man returned to his bench once again, and anticipated meeting someone else.
