Post by cara on Aug 16, 2009 19:55:27 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] nineteen, 10/21/90
height ,[/color] 5'6"
body type ,[/color] skinny
sexuality ,[/color] straight
relationship status ,[/color] single, possibly looking
play - by ,[/color] kristen stewart
group ,[/color] university student[/ul]
dislikes ,[/color] rain, extreme weather, being told what to do all the time, being stared at, shopping, loud parties, dancing, being responsible
fears ,[/color] elevators, airplanes, death
habits ,[/color] bites nails, plays with hair
flaws ,[/color] stubborn, easily angry, doesn't see herself clearly
personality ,[/color]
[li]funny
[/li][li]smart
[/li][li]stubborn
[/li][li]playful
[/li][li]sarcastic
[/li][li]shy
[/li][li]modest
[/li][li]selfless
[/li][li]carefree
[/li][li]immature
[/li][li]nice
[/li][li]brave
[/li][li]independent
[/li][li]strong
[/li][li]optimistic[/li][/ul]
siblings ,[/color] annabelle connor(older sister)
other family ,[/color] none
history ,[/color] Jane Marie Connor was born on October 21st, 1990 to her mother and father. Her older sister Annabelle was born two years before that, and the two were very close. They did everything together, and they told each other everything. When their parents divorced, the girls were fourteen and eleven. Annabelle went to live with their father in Chicago, and Jane stayed with her mother in California. The girls would see each other for some holidays, but they still missed each other terribly. Jane had to go through middle school and high school by herself. She didn't have anyone to talk to about her first crush and how much she was picked on.
Her mother worked long hours to provide for them, so she wasn't around much. The only thing Jane could do was write letters and make calls to her sister. Things started looking up for Jane though. When she was seventeen, she got a job and had her license. She hung out with her friends and had tons of fun with them. Finally she was able to enjoy life a little. Then, around Christmas, her father died in a car wreck. Jane was devastated, and Annabelle went off to college without a word. Jane hasn't talked to her sister since then, and her mother decided to move again, this time to Hilo, Hawaii. Jane started to attend college later that year, and is still in a depression after the news of her father's death. She hasn't had much contact with her mother or sister, and is sort of isolated in school. She doesn't talk much, and she doesn't have that many friends.
She's never had a boyfriend, but she doesn't really need one. As of now, she's doing okay, but there's still something missing, and she wants to find out what it is.[/ul]
age ,[/color] 17
years of experience ,[/color] three
gender ,[/color] female
anything else ,[/color] nope
role playing sample ,[/color]
The first thing Avery heard was the beeping sound coming from the monitor beside her bed. She felt her brow furrow. There was no monitor in her apartment. She started waking up even more, and she could smell the sterile smell that all hospitals usually had. It made her sick to her stomach, and she shifted slightly. A female voice caught her attention, and though it sounded far away, she could make out what it was saying. ”Has the doctor seen her yet?” the voice asked. Another female voice joined in, and the conversation continued. ”No. Poor kid. What happened to her?” ”Car accident. She was the only one who survived.” ”Who else was with her?” ”Her father, I think.” Avery had already stopped listening.
Her father…had come to see her. It was all coming back. She’d been sent by her mother to pick him up from the airport. Reluctantly, she’d listened, and the ride back was a little blurry. She remembered talking to him about why he’d come to visit, and then everything was hazy from there. She couldn’t remember anything past that. The sound of a door closing told her that the two nurses were gone, and she sat up slowly. When she opened her eyes, she was in a small white room. A long, plain curtain hung beside her, blocking her view of the left side of the room. The right side had a window, and sure enough, there was a heart monitor beside her bed. She glanced down at her wrist and saw that she had an IV. Cringing, she looked away. One thing she absolutely hated was having a needle stuck in her.
Avery blinked a few times, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the bright light over her head. As she sat there, the conversation between the two nurses replayed in her head. If she was the only survivor, then that meant that her father was dead. She shook her head. He couldn’t have been. There must have been some mistake. But the more she tried to tell herself that, the more she doubted that she was right. The sensation of not being able to breathe came over her, and she gasped for air. Her chest hurt, and she felt her face contort into something that could only have been described as grief. She laid back and buried her face into the scratchy hospital pillow behind her head. Sobs shook her body, and she could feel the hot tears running down her face. She didn’t know how long she cried, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
The only thing she could think of was that she would never see her father again. When she felt like she could cry no more, she sat up again and wiped her eyes. Even without a mirror, she could guess how she looked right now. Her eyes would be red and puffy, and her hair would be in tangles. She shook her head and covered her face with her hands. She barely heard the knock on the door, and it took her a moment to realize what the nurse was saying. ”Miss? You have a visitor.” She heard the nurse mumble something to the person who’d come to see her, and then the door closed again. For a moment, the room was completely silent. Then she could hear footsteps getting closer and closer. They stopped on the right side of the bed, and another moment of silence passed.
To her surprise, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her, and instantly, she knew who it was. The only person who could help her through this, the only one who understood her. Nate. She started to cry again, but she stopped herself enough so that he wouldn’t have to see her break down completely. When she pulled away, she saw the tear stains on his shirt. “Sorry,” she mumbled, wiping her eyes. She hoped he wouldn’t make another sarcastic remark. At a time like this, she expected him to be serious instead of his usual smart-ass self. She ran a hand through her hair and looked up at his perfect face. Somehow, though she didn’t know how, she managed to smile at him. It was a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice scratchy from all the crying. It was a good question. How had he known where she was? She hadn’t called him. It didn’t matter much, though. She was glad he was here. She needed him now more than ever.[/ul][/size][/color][/font]
