Post by cady hawkins on May 7, 2009 15:58:57 GMT -5
cady hawkins
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FULL NAME: Cadence Victoire Hawkins
NICKNAMES: Cady
AGE: Twenty-one
BIRTHDATE: December 4th
GENDER: Girl
SEXUALITY: Straight
OCCUPATION/GROUP: photographer
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
PLAYBY: emily browning
BODY TYPE: average
HAIR: brown, to her shoulders, streaks of darker brown
EYES: dor brown
CLOTHING: she wears cute, fairly simple clothes when walking around. tank top, jeans, jacket depending on the weather. if she feels especially nice, she'll wear somehting flowy and unique to make her stand out.
LIKES: coffee, video games, photography, making videos, meeting people
DISLIKES: lazy people, people with potential who give up, beets, peacocks
HABITS: blinking a lot when confused, doodling when thinking
STRENGTHS: Her ability to listen to people in need
WEAKNESSES: Good looking men
SECRETS: She pulled the plug on her grandmother when she was in the hospitel, despite the family wanting to keep her alive, because she told her to. They think the grandma did it herself. It haunts her to this day.
FEARS: Never felling in love, sharp objects
PERSONALITY: Okay, so Cady likes attention sometimes. She knows it, and for the longest time she didn’t give a care in the world that she did. When she was younger, in her middle school days, used to purposely drink too much so she’s pass out. Purely for attention. When it almost killed her once? She decided she needed to cut back on her attention addiction. Now she’s much better, and silently gets attention from all the guy friends she tends to make. How? Well, she’s a bit of a tomboy. She’s ever active, but isn’t hyperactive with a sort of calm, graceful energy. Most of her friends are guys because she’s not into all the drama crap, and some truthfully scare her. She hates make up and hates dresses. She’s a struggling writer, usually unsure of how to get her thoughts to paper, and is mature beyond her years. She has a good amount of friends, but few people she really opens up to. She rarely cries and may seem heartless, but she’s just reluctant to open up. Wanna know who she likes? Well, she’s never nice to that special someone she has her eye on. Extra sarcasm and lots of glaring, and they piss her off kinda really easy. She dreams of someone who is deep, some one who can look in to her eyes and see her soul despite her exquisite acting skills that she uses to hide her feelings. Her friends mean everything to her. She nearly kills herself in work because she’s afraid of failure
MOTHER: Carrie, an artist
FATHER: Jordan, a reporter
SIBLINGS: Brandon, 23, a chef
PETS: None
HISTORY: Her mother (Italian)and father (French) were hippies, and met at an arts school, and were mortal enemies well into their junoir year. After graduation, however, their common love for fantasy had them fall in love and married. A year and a quarter later, Cady's brother Brendan was born, then two years later Laci was born. They were overjoyed when they discovered both children had an interest in dragons, and surrounded their childhood with it, with toys and books galore. Since her parents are laid back, she grew up with loads of freedom, which she fortunately used fairly responsibly. She drinks, but not excessively, and makes high marks, though her parents are convinced she needs to “loosen up” and have fun at school. But she has her share of fun. Her parents are also trying to get her to find someone to marry already, since her mother’s obsesses with finding her a good husband and planning a huge wedding (she’s also a wedding planner, and a good one, too).
YOUR NAME: Nat
YOUR AGE: 17
EXPERIENCE: About a year
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:The wind whipped briskly around the head of the darkly dressed teenager as she stood in the middle of a dismal graveyard, staring unblinkingly at a simple headstone.Here Lies Daniel Morrison
Beloved Son
Nothing more. No “beloved father”. He probably didn’t even know he was a father…
Little spots of grass poked from the recently dug dirt before her, and a single, slightly withered rose lay on top of the brown dirt. The young man showed no emotion in her mint green eyes, seeming not to blink as the blowing wind tousled her black hair. What was she supposed to do? She’d never known her father. It was a miracle she’d even found out who he was. Her mother didn’t even know who he was, and if she ever found out Kimmy knew?
She didn’t even want to think about that.
After awhile, she sighed heavily, pulling another rose from the depths of her coat, and kneeled down. It just felt right to leave a rose…
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