Post by turqoiseavery on Mar 2, 2011 19:47:31 GMT -5
Character Name: Turquoise Jay Avery
Nickname(s): Jay
Gender: Female
Age: eighteen
Grade: Senior
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Rebel
Weight: 113 lbs.
Height: 5'3"
Appearence:
Nickname(s): Jay
Gender: Female
Age: eighteen
Grade: Senior
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Rebel
Weight: 113 lbs.
Height: 5'3"
Appearence:
With honey golden locks and hazel eyes, Jay has a great body matched with great looks. She's short and tiny, petite, as some would say. She's got her hair most averagely in curls, and it will be found hanging low, close to the small of her back.Personality:
Ask her if her hairs natural, and you will get socked in the face. She's never dyed her hair once, even though her deep mahogany roots seem to say otherwise. In truth, that's just how her hair grows out, opposed to regular belief. She's got natural body and curls to her hair, so she could really be a popular, with her looks.
Being short is on her agenda. She loves being tiny, and having people tell her that she's adorable as a small, short person. Her body height has nothing to do with how it looks though; unlike to some short people, she's anything but pudgy. She's petite, thin and graceful, with muscles hidden under her thin exterior.
When you look into her eyes, you see deep into her soul. Her gray blue hazel eyes are deep, with darker blue streaks attacking the pupil throughout them. They are large and almond shaped, with gorgeously long lashes framing them... she got graced with the good looks from her model mother.
Sweet, kind, and caring on the inside, her outer shell gives her a very rude, tough and bitchy appearance that does make people not exactly want to be her friend. But if you get close to her, you'll see a side of her that no one else has ever seen. She's also got a great side of bravery that no one expects from her. But, graduating this year makes it easy for her bravery to show through, a little sliver of light.History:
When you first meet her, be prepared to be talked about. She will burn you, and tell you her initial thoughts about your appearance and all. She expects people to bitch back at her, but doesn't let it bug her when they have the moxxy to do so. She enjoys people with large vocabularies, so she has a challenge to face.
If you meet her in her room, bring a video camera, you'd want to record the moment. Sweet, poetry writing Jay doesn't let anything bug her when she's in her room, she'll even sometimes scribble on her homework. But really, she's normally on her Facebook, laughing at other people.... who said a rebel couldn't have a Facebook?
If you give her something sweet, like chocolates or flowers, expect a scene... in public. If it's more of a private matter, she might show you some sweetness, probably because she's caught off guard. She doesn't like to let people in, which plays a big part in her huge personality.
Born in a small town on the coast of California, Jay didn't even have a second to meet her mother, she was named, then whisked away to be put up for adoption. A small, hazel eyed baby barely thirty minutes old was set into a room, to be adopted. Set before birth, the adoption was pre-planned; she (even now) didn't have a say in it. She was a happy baby, growing older, her first words, her first steps.... her first tooth... Her adopted parents, Jeanne and Sam, didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with her. She had a tumor on her left leg, which was making it impossible to walk.Sample Rp:
By the time they realized anything was wrong, she was almost a year old. Luckily, they safely removed it before it caused a problem with her walking permanently. She was once again, a happy bouncy little baby girl. Only to once again, be troubled.
Now, most people who are like she is have horrible histories.... she doesn't, not exactly. For a few years in between her being a baby and about seven, she was happy. She went to school, made friends, and didn't fight with anyone, except for over crayons. But once she was seven, her world was shaken up once again; Sam, her adoptive father, decided to ditch her and Jeanne, right after telling Jay she was adopted. Telling a seven year old girl she's adopted is like telling a twelve year old that their never going to turn thirteen... it destroys a persons life. And that's when her entire life was changed for good.
She tried helping out around her house as much as she could. At ten she started mowing lawns for a few bucks, to pay for food and such in their house. Sure, Sam sent them child support every month, but the three thousand barely covered their large house bills... so, Jeanne came to a decision. They, would move.
Jeanne and Jay ended up moving to Central, in a cutesy little apartment block close to the foreboding high school where Jay would soon trek for four years, living with people full of bullshit and annoying rumors. At eleven, Jay was succumbed to a new town, new friends, new school, and new Jeanne. Jeanne got a side job to tie ends together, and they lived happily for a few years, still do, in fact. Jeanne and Jay both work to tie ends together, and Jay secretly can't wait to move out, so she can live in her own apartment block, her own apartment building.
and thus begins the present....
Birds chirped, and trees bristled under the light breeze that choked through the park, through the town. Benches lined a paved path, and there was a small, petite, eighteen year old woman sitting on one of those benches, close to the woods behind her. Lit cigarette in her hand, iPhone in the other. She was prepared for anything.Celeb:
In reality, Jay was calling her dealer, trying to get a deal on a five sack. There wasn't going to be much luck with it, but she had hopes, dreams, and sometimes she even got lucky, but those were rare moments. She could hope though, and maybe it would happen.
She dialed his number, and pressed the green phone icon. Bringing the phone up to her ear, she let it ring twice before she hung up. She didn't want to deal with explaining to him that she didn't have enough money for his chronic five sack, barely enough to get a joint. "Damnit!" She cursed, her voice barely rising above a mumble. She shoved her phone in her back pocket of the cutesy cutoff short short's she picked out this morning, paired with a baggy striped shirt with a huge collar, she felt like she was prepared for anything, and literally, she even had her bikini on under her clothes.
She wondered how Jeanne was... of course, she always wondered how Jeanne was faring, given that it was her mother, whether it was a birth mother or not. Jeanne was probably at her second job right now, working her butt off. As the rent went up, so did the working hours, and as of lately, even Jay had been having to work extra shifts to help keep food on the table and a roof over their heads. It wasn't as though she wasn't grateful, she was very grateful. Like how she had an iPhone from Sam, her nonexistent adoptive father. Leaving her when she was seven right after destroying her world was enough to make her pissed at him forever.
And as the branches rustled beside her, her phone began to ring. Stopping for a moment on the paved walk, she pulled it out of her pocket, looking at the number. Jeanne, calling at her normal time.
"Hello?" Jay asked, waiting for Jeanne to tell her to clean the apartment up a bit and to do her laundry, as always. And like always, she was told to do so. She told Jeanne she would, and Jeanne's reasoning behind it were the same as every other night. A "special guest" was coming over for supper. Special lingo for Jeanne's newest estranged boyfriend, one of many failures. Jay said her goodbyes and hung up, glad to be in near silence for a few minutes more.
Candice AccolaOut Of Character:
My name is Rosie, but I shall go as Turquoise in the c-box. I've had almost three years of roleplaying experience, and you can contact me at linkinpark_boulevard@yahoo.com
I'm not on any sites right now, but I used to be on:
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