Post by rayne on Aug 30, 2009 12:28:23 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] december 24th, sixteen years old
height ,[/color] five feet, seven inches
body type ,[/color] athletic
sexuality ,[/color] bicurious
relationship status ,[/color] single
play - by ,[/color] kate mara
group ,[/color] high school student[/ul]
[li]pink
[/li][li]horses
[/li][li]reading
[/li][li]boys
[/li][li]girls
[/li][li]music
[/li][li]iced coffee
[/li][li]mountain dew
[/li][li]soccer
[/li][li]kittens
[/li][li]disney princesses
[/li][li]ballet
[/li][li]musical theatre
[/li][li]chocolate
[/li][li]scented candles
[/li][li]vanilla scented anything
dislikes ,[/color]
[/li][li]snoobish-ness
[/li][li]feet
[/li][li]fish
[/li][li]birds
[/li][li]close-mindedness
[/li][li]the smell of pine trees
[/li][li]fakes
[/li][li]cockroaches
[/li][li]people who think she's a ditz
[/li][li]the number 21
[/li][li]sluts
[/li][li]horror movies
[/li][li]anime
[/li][li]illiteracy
[/li][li]sex-crazed guys
fears ,[/color]
[/li][li]nyctophobia - fear of the dark
[/li][li]anuptaphobia - fear of staying single
[/li][li]monophobia - fear of solitude
[/li][li]taphephobia - fear of being buried alive
habits ,[/color]
[/li][li]twirling hair while nervous
[/li][li]biting nails
[/li][li]doing things in a set order
[/li][li]chewing pen caps
[/li][li]saying what she is going to text before she does it
flaws ,[/color]
[/li][li]Naivety
[/li][li]She is sometimes socially awkward
[/li][li]She has very flat and wide feet
personality ,[/color]
[+] understanding: Jaylyn is a very understanding person. With an open mind she is able to relate to anyone under almost any circumstance. She is kind enough to evaluate the situation at hand and can come up with a solution almost instantly.
[+] happy: Jay is an overall happy person. There it is a rare occasion that she is seen pouting or angry. She is able to take the situations as they come and brush them off. It takes a lot to wear down her patience fuse and when it is down to that point, she is very liable to explode.
[-] clumsy: She is such a klutz, even given her background of ballet and dance. When she is on a dance floor she is as graceful as a butterfly, but outside of that she is always stumbling over her own feet. She also has nonexistent hand-eye coordination which makes her horrible at video games and anything else that involves such a task.
[+/-] over-protective: When she does make friends she tends to want to always look out for them and make sure that they are in the best hands that are possible. Many people get this protectiveness confused with clinginess which is completely untrue. She just believes that everyone deserves to be looked out for.[/li][/ul]
siblings ,[/color] James Richards {23}
other family ,[/color] She has aunts and uncles, but none of them are of any significance.
history ,[/color] Jaylyn was born on a snowy Christmas Eve sixteen years ago to Mr. and Mrs. Richards at a healthy six pounds and three ounces. Her childhood was a fairly normal one, growing up in the busy city of New York. In the largest city of the United States she quickly learned the importance of social networks and taking abrasive personality in stride. Her brother, six years older than her, constantly taunted her and her existence. But that's what big brothers were supposed to do. Make their younger sibling's life miserable at every possible turn. At least, this is what she thought until a snowy birthday evening when she had turned eleven.
On her way back from a friend's house, Jaylyn had been walking down the familiar street on her way to her own home for the night. It had been a day filled with festivities and shopping since it was a only few days until her birthday. Her parents had expected her home around nine o' clock and it was currently almost ten, which made them worry and call her cell phone every twenty minutes to make sure that she was actually on her way. This probably meant a grounding in the near future, but nothing could crush her birthday and Christmas spirit. That was until she felt a pair of strong arms seize her from behind. She opened her mouth and took a deep breath to scream but a large hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her efforts. Kicking and screaming she was torn from the street and dragged into an alleyway where her assailant attempted to strip her of her clothes and search her pockets. Jaylyn attempted escape only to have her head meet with a large and heavy object, knocking her out of consciousness.
She didn't know what happened then, but it was as if the heavens had opened up and an angel reigned down and came to her rescue. When she came to, she realized that she was being carried, nestled safely in someone's arms. Looking up to the familiar face, she could not help but simply cry into his large winter coat. Her brother had saved her! She didn't know where he had come from or what he had done to help her escape but until this day she has a new respect for her brother. He wasn't just a meanie-butt like she had originally thought. He actually cared about her and was looking out for her.
This protection continued until he had decided to join the military and got shipped off to Afghanistan. She tries to write him as much as she can and the calls that she gets when he phones home could not come quickly enough. For high school, her parents had decided to move to Hilo to escape the constant noise and danger of the city. "This is my first year in Hawaii, and so far I think I like it.." [/ul]
age ,[/color] Nineteen
years of experience ,[/color] A long time. Seven years?
gender ,[/color] Female
anything else ,[/color] Uhm. My most used emoticons are =], XP, XDD, and D<
role playing sample ,[/color]
{This is from my site, Lincoln Academy and character James James}
It was turning out to be a fairly decent day. It had started out with a salutation to the sun with a pretty flute piece that I had written myself titled The Other You. It featured runs that only professional flautists could perform. Exercises that stretched my fingers and fine tuned my focus was something that I routinely did in the mornings. Some people would get up and run or go to the gym to lift weights. My Aria is who I wake up to every morning. Yeah, I named my flute. All great musicians name their most precious instruments. Aria is my beautiful Sankyo that I have had since the eight grade. She and I have learned to bond over the years and I am very proud of the relationship that we have grown together. I have learned to master her difficult tones and tuning problems and she has learned to be malleable to the different embouchure positions that I had invented to play comfortably while in any position.
After I had arrived in Nantucket by train and had been settled down into my very empty dorm, I figured that I would take a look around the campus. It was so much like a ghost town, which was quite all right with me. This gave me a chance to play a little with Josef. Josef, once again is one of my instruments. He's my pretty little Yamaha violin that I had gotten from my mother a little bit before I had gotten on that train to come to this boarding school. The tunes that I was able to scratch out on him were nothing but incredible. It seemed that I could never put him down when I started playing, and I composed a pretty piece when I was sitting in the courtyard just fooling around. The peace and quiet was starting to be unsettling, especially since I grew up in the bustling city.
I then wandered into the town, whistling one of the familiar tunes with my violin in hand, the bow tucked under my arm safely. I was much too lazy to return it to it's case, so I brought it with me. The looks that I received from passers-by made me want to laugh with a giddy sort of joy. There was a slight skip to my step, only followed by a stumble that made me place my feet more carefully. If I were to fall and crush my precious Josef I would not know what I would do. Yes, I have another violin, but there is only one Josef.
Strolling into the cafe, I looked around expectantly. I was always on the search for a friendly face, but the only one that I recieved was an old woman that asked what I would like as I slid into the seat at the diner's bar. "Chi tea, please. No milk." My smile was a wide and friendly one as I placed my precious instrument into the cradle of my lap. I caressed the smooth wood of the body and plucked the strings one by one to appreciate the tone of the strings. A-D-E-G-G-E-A-D. I called out the names of the strings in his head. The way that I had remembered was the word EGAD! It was a fun word to say, and to think. My baritone laugh shuddered through my frame as I chuckled at my own nonsense. Egad was a funny word.
After I had arrived in Nantucket by train and had been settled down into my very empty dorm, I figured that I would take a look around the campus. It was so much like a ghost town, which was quite all right with me. This gave me a chance to play a little with Josef. Josef, once again is one of my instruments. He's my pretty little Yamaha violin that I had gotten from my mother a little bit before I had gotten on that train to come to this boarding school. The tunes that I was able to scratch out on him were nothing but incredible. It seemed that I could never put him down when I started playing, and I composed a pretty piece when I was sitting in the courtyard just fooling around. The peace and quiet was starting to be unsettling, especially since I grew up in the bustling city.
I then wandered into the town, whistling one of the familiar tunes with my violin in hand, the bow tucked under my arm safely. I was much too lazy to return it to it's case, so I brought it with me. The looks that I received from passers-by made me want to laugh with a giddy sort of joy. There was a slight skip to my step, only followed by a stumble that made me place my feet more carefully. If I were to fall and crush my precious Josef I would not know what I would do. Yes, I have another violin, but there is only one Josef.
Strolling into the cafe, I looked around expectantly. I was always on the search for a friendly face, but the only one that I recieved was an old woman that asked what I would like as I slid into the seat at the diner's bar. "Chi tea, please. No milk." My smile was a wide and friendly one as I placed my precious instrument into the cradle of my lap. I caressed the smooth wood of the body and plucked the strings one by one to appreciate the tone of the strings. A-D-E-G-G-E-A-D. I called out the names of the strings in his head. The way that I had remembered was the word EGAD! It was a fun word to say, and to think. My baritone laugh shuddered through my frame as I chuckled at my own nonsense. Egad was a funny word.
