Post by Amy White on Sept 17, 2008 19:35:07 GMT -5
BEHIND THE MASK&&
[/size]name: Caitlyn
age: 15
gender: female
years of experience: 2 1/2BACK TO BASICS&&
name: Amy White
nickname: Ames
age: Sixteen years young
gender: female
sexual orientation: straight
race: vampire
blood: pure-blood
sin/virtue: gluttonyLOOK INTO THE MIRROR&&
celebrity: Emma Roberts
picture:
height: 5ft.6'
weight: 105 lbs.
eye colour: gold-hazel/crimson[when feeding]
hair colour: chocolate brown
heritage: Caucasian
tattoos: ---
piercings: ears
flaws:
overall appearance:BE YOURSELF&&
likes:
` horses
` the outdoors
` reading
` having fun
` singing
` dancing
` swimming
` running
` playing around
` animals
` caring for the people she loves
` vanilla ice cream
` the smell of freshly cut grass and wood
` being happy
` the beach
` music
` long walks
` nature
` water
` rain
` thunderstorms
` dancing in the rain
` food fights
` lying in bed thinking
` long peaceful conversations
` meeting new people
` acting
` shopping for new clothes
` Kraft Dinner
` her friends
` attention
` writing
` summer nights
` generally having a good time
` the ocean, or any other body of water
` talking, expressing herself
dislikes:
- being upset
- getting hurt
- smoke
- allergies
- off key singing
- falling off her horse
- snobs
- failing
- music that's too loud
- lobsters
- the smell of rotten stuff
- death
- being overly hot
- being overly cold
- staying up too late
- not having a shower for over three days
- smelly guy deo [Axe, and that kind of stuff]
- the weird pastas in the tomato sauce.
- talking in front of large groups
- being proven wrong
- being hurt emotionally
- being hurt physically
- not knowing what’s going on
- snow
- backstabbers
- fighting with her mom
- irresponsibility
strengths:
+ singing
+ tempting others
+ not gaining a pound
+ secret keeping
+ not getting sick
+ staying beautiful
weaknesses:
* alcohol
overall personality:
Fun Loving,
isn't a weakness
Amy has always been that girl, who walks into a room, and lights it up. It's just in her attitude and outlook on life, which is why she is how she is. Sure her younger brother is rather similar, but Amy loves to bring a smile to all of the people around her, to cheer them on when they're not doing so great. She's the oldest of the family, and although she hates it, she uses it as her excuse to act a little immature, and have fun. It's just in her genes. Some, who don’t really know the girl personally probably, assume she’s shy, but surely that isn’t the case, she's pretty crazy. Though sometimes that trait doesn’t always work in her favor.
Stubborn,
since there is always an answer
If there was only one word to describe Amy, the top one would be she is stubborn. She's only sixteen; she's learning about life, and taking it all in at the very same time. She's not one to brag, but if you ask her to do something she does it, and mighty well, might she add. She has everything to perfection, and doesn't stop until it's there. She's heard countless times from her mother to slow down, take a break, but she always responds with a no, simply because she has to finish. Even though being stubborn isn’t the greatest trait to have, Amy has loved to believe she inherited it from her father.
Intelligent,
seems unimportant
When it comes to intelligence, Amy loves to thinks she’s one of the smartest in her grade. Sure, she may consider it bragging, but she truly means no harm. The young brunnette finds no trouble in sitting in a secluded area, and cracking open a book. Amy loves to read, and by studying, she feels, she enhances her vocabulary. She wants a successful future; she wants to please her parents and others around. In order to do that, Anna feels that this is the way to go, and instead of whining for attention, she does in a respectful, appropriate manner. Of course she does have those rather ol’ pesky blond moments, where she can’t understand a simple saying or joke. Though Amy keeps it as an act, it still amuses her friends, and goes as a good laugh for a while.
Independent
because every girl should be
Amy feels that being her own person is essential in her life. She doesn’t like depending on others in order for something to be done or completed. Just like most teenagers, they all go through what seems to be a rebellion stage. Some of them stay in the stage longer; some of them leave at the next exit, and others grown from the experience. Amy went through that stage, and she learned that she didn’t need that satisfaction of others, and their thoughts. Sure she cared what they had to say, she listens, and respects it, but when she sets her mind to that one thing, she goes for it, and depends on no one but herself to achieve a goal. However even though Amy can be so independent, she does keep her mind to certain traits in people, and thoughts.CAN'T RUN FROM YOUR PAST&&
parents:
Maria White - 40 - dentist - mother
Jonathan McKay - 41 - lawyer - father [no contact]
siblings:
Brett White
other:
--- no special other family
pets:
overall history:
We all know how histories are supposed to go. Mother and father meet, fall in love, get married, decide to have a kid, and they're on their merry way, right? Not this one, definitely. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Maria Campbell and Jonathan McKay met on February 24th, 1990. Instantly, they hated each other. They annoyed each other, and never wanted to see the other ever again. Yet, March 18th, of the same year, they found each other at the local pub. Being too drunk to care if they were flirting with the world's biggest terrorist in disguise, they retreated to drinking shot after shot of rum, whiskey, vodka, whatever they could put their hands on. Soon enough, they were at the pub until the wee hours of the morning, leaving only because the pub was closing for the night. One thing led to another, and Maria found herself in her dorm bed, hung over, and with a major regret. Soon, she realized she missed her period, and assumed the worst. Taking a pregnancy test, she found out that she was, in fact, pregnant, with no idea who the father was. The girl looked around, and found out that she had left the pub with Jonathan, and nobody had seen her until late the next afternoon. She immediately assumed that it was Jonathan that was the father, and intending to try and reason with him about it. He was in disgust with her, for supposedly having wanted to get pregnant, and suggested only abortion. Maria being a devout Catholic, was shocked and told the male that was the last thing on her mind. She left Jonathan standing there in the university courtyard, telling him she'd be in touch about maintenance payments.
Maria had to leave university, to find herself a job to care for the soon to be born child. Quickly she found one at the local convenience store, making herself the required money, but not much else. Her doctor had said that she couldn't work more than eight hours a day, as to not put too much stress on herself, and that's what Maria was already working. Her only last choice was waiting until the child was born, and going to her mother's, where her mother could support her until she was able to support herself.
The soon-to-be mother found herself in the hospital's maternity ward, and waiting to decide upon a name. Her aunt came to visit and told her a story about a friend of her's from long ago, whom was in much the same situation as Maria. The woman's name was Amy, hence the name the child was soon given. Maria adapted her name and instead of the last a, she changed it to an e, giving her Marie. There became Amy Marie White. Maria soon fell in love with the child's hazel eyes, and little blond curls.ALL I NEED IS THE REST&&
secret word: fallen angel
other characters on this site?: nope
anything else?: nope
sample roleplay:
[[NOTE: This comes from another site I'm active on]]
A shiver running through her body, Amy Granger clenched her teeth together to prevent their chattering. Of course, it just had to be at the time that she snuck out of her dorm that the caretaker's cat was hanging around the door of the Hufflepuff Common Room. "What? I'm not doing anything illegal, yet," she muttered, the last word a hushed whisper. She knew it was no use anyways, the cat couldn't possibly understand her words. It seemed that the darned thing only listened to the caretaker.
Oh, how Amy hated that cat. Always at the wrong place at the wrong time when she was doing something that she knew was probably not the best thing to do. There were times when the girl just wanted to take the thing by the scruff of the neck, and launch it out the highest tower's window.
At the thought of how the cat's insides would be splattered about on the ground below, a slight giggle escaped her. It was a disgusting thought, yes, but she couldn't resist hoping, even with the smallest sliver of being demonic, that the cat would soon meet it's fate. Amy wouldn't be the one to do it, but she would stand there and watch, of course.
No, she wouldn't. Amy cared more about animals than she let on. Sure, she hated the thing, but she would probably be the one to stop anyone from hurting it. 'I'm going crazy, I must be,' she thought, sighing as she glanced back towards the corridor she just came from. The cat was still standing there, amber eyes glittering in the light that surrounded the animal's face, leaving the rest of its body in the shadows. Then, as if it disappeared, the cat meowed, and Amy couldn't see it anymore. The light hadn't gone out. The cat had... simply gone poof!.
Flabbergasted, the girl took a cautious step forward, hoping her shoes wouldn't awake anyone in the portraits that lined the walls. It wasn't until she realized that she hadn't made any noise that Amy looked down and found that she hadn't been wearing shoes. "Well, now, that's just absolutely fantastic, isn't it?" Of course, the girl was just a touch tired, yet not tired enough to want to go to sleep. Her feet were miraculously not getting cold though, so she brushed it off, hoping there wasn't going to be any unpleasantness wherever it was she found herself going.
A boom of thunder up above her head caused Amy to stare up at the ceiling, almost expecting a rainfall to come pouring down upon her head. Shaking her dark locks out of her face, the Hufflepuff groaned at her foolishness. It wouldn't be raining inside the castle, it was a castle. Not the outdoors. It would be raining out there for sure.
Unsure of what to do now that she was out of the dorm, Amy wandered in some sort of direction, turning left and right, conveniently, when ever the corridor showed itself. She was hardly paying any attention to her surroundings, and could only pray that she didn't run into an authority figure, or even worse, the caretaker. She didn't even want to think about what thoughts could be racing through her head at the moment, as she knew they weren't all good ones.
"Anyone there, darlin'?" she heard being said. There was only one person that voice could belong to, and Amy had no intentions of meeting him tonight. 'Oh, this is bad, this is bad,' she thought. Stopping for a quick moment, the Hufflepuff took in her place within the castle, and had no idea where the heck she was. 'No, this is terrible.' "Somebody out there, kitty? Any student out of bed?"
Suddenly thankful for her no shoes incident, Amy glanced back down the corridor she had come from, and could barely see a flicker of light at the very end of it. It was either a lamp, or one of the many torches going haywire. But, she wouldn't be betting on the last one. It was definitely the caretaker. And it seemed that if she wasn't going to move, Amy would be the one that was deemed as 'the student out of bed'.
Moving silently, Amy crept to the end of the corridor, knowing that the caretaker would most likely hear the hurried footsteps, and the swish as the material of her black sweatpants brushed against the floor, the pants being too long for the girl. She managed to keep her panic in check, amazingly, as it was difficult at a time like the present. She ran down corridor after corridor, pushing herself farther and farther away from the caretaker.
The Hufflepuff tumbled to a stop, reaching the end of one corridor and finding she couldn't go any farther. Heart racing, pulse quickening, and rapid breathing. Amy was sure she was either having a heart attack or she had been running for quite awhile. Slipping up one of the spiral staircases, the girl took a few deeper breaths, calming her heart. She wasn't panicking, oh, no she wasn't. She had been running for too long.
Figuring the caretaker wouldn't find her at this point, Amy decided to explore the staircase she found herself in. Pulling herself up to her full height, she took a few steps up, and found a door. 'Go figure,' she thought, 'Every staircase this way has a door.' Twisting said door's handle, she pulled the heavy wooden door back, and found the Owlery. "Well, well, well. While I'm here, I might as well visit Evany." she muttered, not knowing there was anyone else there. "Evany! Where are you?" she called out.
She saw the perch where Evany could usually be found, upon which the owl wasn't sitting. 'She's probably out hunting or something.' Yet, as she glanced around the room, the Hufflepuff's eyes trailed towards a lone figure resting upon the windowsill facing the South. 'Out of the rain's direction,' she thought, 'smart move.' The boy didn't look pleased, and for a moment, Amy was tempted to simply mutter a quick apology and leave. But, there was... something, something that said that he wasn't as much of a loner as he looked. The Hufflepuff had nothing better to do, so she took a step towards the boy, a quizzical look appearing upon her face. She couldn't see his face yet, as she was more or less coming in from behind him. It was all she could hope that he wasn't in a bad mood. "Er... hello?"