Post by Holly-Lynn Moore on Jan 15, 2009 14:17:39 GMT -6
Holly-LynnMoore
gender; Female.
age; Sixteen.
student/teacher; Student.
year of high school; Sophomore.
sexual preference; Straight.
place of birth; Portland, Maine.
nickname(s); Holly, Hol.
appearance;
Holly is the type of girl who’s always surprising. One day her hair will be half way down her back, the next she’ll have it short and layered, a week later she’ll have some long extensions in. It’s not her fault, it just fits her personality. When it comes to her hair color, she sticks with her natural blonde color, insisting that any other would look bad, but she sometimes puts in streaks of other colors. Her body is basically curveless, but it’s not her fault, she eats like a horse and still looks like a tooth pick. She wears a lot of make up, because she thinks she has an ugly face, and loves big chunky bright jewelery.Upon first glance, she might look like the kind of person you would keep a polite distance from.
Holly shops mostly at thrift stores, because she says the clothes have more personality. That being said, she is rather picky about what she wears. She’s more of a classy dresser than a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal. She’ll wear slightly formal dresses on a normal school day, although she always wears clashing colors. And she always wears her orange ballet flats, rain or shine.
She has the name “Steven” tatooed on her shoulder, she doesn’t quite remember why, other than that at a party her friend was showing off her tattoing kit. Her eyes are a nice chocolate-y brown, and her skin is fairly pale.
personality;
One thing you can say about Holly is she never shuts up. She’s always rambling about something or another, and doesn’t care what that something is. She doesn’t care if people know her most intimate secrets, and will say “Sorry if I’m a total bitch today, I started my period.” to anyone who will listen. She thinks she’s being fair. She has slight ADD, so one minute she’ll be talking about music, then she’ll be running after a cat she saw. Not to worry, though, she’ll be back in five minutes, with the cat in hand, asking what she was saying.
She doesn’t care what people say about her, or at least she pretends not to. In reality she does, even if she lets herself think she doesn’t. If someone insults her, joking or not, she’ll laugh, but inside she’ll be wondering if they were kidding or not. She can never tell when people are serious or not, which makes her have a twisted sense of humor. When people laugh at her jokes, it’s usually the way she says it that’s funny, not so much the joke itself.
She won’t ask people before she touches them, and prefers a hug to a hand shake. Most adults don’t like her, because they think she’s immature and annoying, but little kids love her, probably because she herself acts like a little kid at times. As for teenagers, it depends on who you are. She herself thinks she’s a people person, but in reality: She’s not.
She doesn’t get sad often, but when she does, everyone’s going to notice, and everyone is going to want to make it better, even if they dislike her.
atleast 5 positive traits;
atleast 5 negative traits;
atleast 5 likes;
atleast 5 dislikes;
history;
Holly was born into a plain old middle class family. Not high middle class, not low middle class, just middle class. Her parents didn’t really mind, they liked it that way. Her father was a banker, and her mom was a house wife, and things were good. When Holly was born they both figured she was going to be just as plain and boring as they were. At the age of five, however, it was plain that she wasn’t.
Even then she was more annoying and outgoing than other kids her age, but that wasn’t the only thing that made her different. She was extremely musical, even her music teacher said so. She loved singing, but she really didn’t want to do it as more than just a hobby.
She was never really too popular in school. She had a few friends that she was friends with from the age of ten up until the end of Jr. High. She took chorus throughout her whole school career so far, even got a few solo’s, but refused vocal lessons. It was so cliché, there were so many funner sponatious things to be doing, plus it was funner just to work on raw talent.
She went to a normal old public school for the first year of her life, but it really wasn’t her thing. It was so boring. Sure, there were the clique fights, the classes were a bit challenging, and there were so many amazing singers, but Holly wanted something more excited. When she was complaining about it to her parents over the Summer after her freshman year, her dad started talking about an amazing school called Pavotworth. Holly did some research on it, then decided to go almost automatically. So, when it came time for her Sophomore year, Holly had her bags packed, and was ready for a wild exciting change of pace.
rp sample;
Billy was having an off day. And by that, I mean he wasn't his normal happy, bouncy, smiling, sweet Billy-ish self. He was depressed. Contrary to popular belief, this was normal for him. The only difference is he usually tried to avoid leaving the house when he was feeling super depressed, and today he was just too depressed to give a damn.
He had a very very very small case of manic depression...aka bi polar disorder. He didn't take medicine or anything, but he did often get like this...depressed. Lonely. And all he usually did was call in sick to work and stay in the house. But instead, today, he went to work and tried not to act too depressed or anything. And he did well until after work.
After work he just drove...and cried. Which was very unusual for him. He never cried, even when he had a good reason. And today he had no reason whatsoever. So he just somehow ended up parking his car at Hamelton Park, a place he hardly ever went and crying.
After about ten to fifteen minutes, he had stopped crying and calmed himself down. So he wiped his eyes, and looked in the mirror trying to decide if anyone would be able to tell he had been crying. It wasn't that bad, so he just sighed, flipped the mirror in his car and stepped out.
He had not really payed much attention when he got dressed that morning...actually, he was sure he didn't match at all. He was wearing black tight pants, and a bright yellow t-shirt. And red converse. But he hadn't cared at the time, and he still didn't. So he decided to go for a walk around the park in hopes of calming down, and maybe the fresh air would make him happier.
He walked around slowly for about five minutes before he just put his hands behind his head, sighed, and stared at the sky. Then he laid down on the grass and continued looking at the sky. He was already feeling much better.
gender; Female.
age; Sixteen.
student/teacher; Student.
year of high school; Sophomore.
sexual preference; Straight.
place of birth; Portland, Maine.
nickname(s); Holly, Hol.
appearance;
Holly is the type of girl who’s always surprising. One day her hair will be half way down her back, the next she’ll have it short and layered, a week later she’ll have some long extensions in. It’s not her fault, it just fits her personality. When it comes to her hair color, she sticks with her natural blonde color, insisting that any other would look bad, but she sometimes puts in streaks of other colors. Her body is basically curveless, but it’s not her fault, she eats like a horse and still looks like a tooth pick. She wears a lot of make up, because she thinks she has an ugly face, and loves big chunky bright jewelery.Upon first glance, she might look like the kind of person you would keep a polite distance from.
Holly shops mostly at thrift stores, because she says the clothes have more personality. That being said, she is rather picky about what she wears. She’s more of a classy dresser than a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal. She’ll wear slightly formal dresses on a normal school day, although she always wears clashing colors. And she always wears her orange ballet flats, rain or shine.
She has the name “Steven” tatooed on her shoulder, she doesn’t quite remember why, other than that at a party her friend was showing off her tattoing kit. Her eyes are a nice chocolate-y brown, and her skin is fairly pale.
personality;
One thing you can say about Holly is she never shuts up. She’s always rambling about something or another, and doesn’t care what that something is. She doesn’t care if people know her most intimate secrets, and will say “Sorry if I’m a total bitch today, I started my period.” to anyone who will listen. She thinks she’s being fair. She has slight ADD, so one minute she’ll be talking about music, then she’ll be running after a cat she saw. Not to worry, though, she’ll be back in five minutes, with the cat in hand, asking what she was saying.
She doesn’t care what people say about her, or at least she pretends not to. In reality she does, even if she lets herself think she doesn’t. If someone insults her, joking or not, she’ll laugh, but inside she’ll be wondering if they were kidding or not. She can never tell when people are serious or not, which makes her have a twisted sense of humor. When people laugh at her jokes, it’s usually the way she says it that’s funny, not so much the joke itself.
She won’t ask people before she touches them, and prefers a hug to a hand shake. Most adults don’t like her, because they think she’s immature and annoying, but little kids love her, probably because she herself acts like a little kid at times. As for teenagers, it depends on who you are. She herself thinks she’s a people person, but in reality: She’s not.
She doesn’t get sad often, but when she does, everyone’s going to notice, and everyone is going to want to make it better, even if they dislike her.
atleast 5 positive traits;
- She can be a very funny person, at times.
- She can bring people out of bad moods.
- She’s always down for anything…no matter how crazy it is.
- She’s very outgoing.
- She’s good at hiding her feelings.
atleast 5 negative traits;
- She talks almost constantly, and that annoys a good chunk of the human population.
- You never really know what she’s feeling.
- She’s very hard to like, at times.
- She’s blunt to the point that it hurts people.
- She’s overly truthful.
atleast 5 likes;
- Licking random people’s noses.
- Weird people.
- McDonalds.
- “Cart hopping” at grocery stores.
- Being a rebel.
- Make up && Clothes.
atleast 5 dislikes;
- Boring people.
- People who act like they have a stick stuck up their ass.
- Being insulted.
- Gray, Brown and other boring colors.
- Overly pretty people.
history;
Holly was born into a plain old middle class family. Not high middle class, not low middle class, just middle class. Her parents didn’t really mind, they liked it that way. Her father was a banker, and her mom was a house wife, and things were good. When Holly was born they both figured she was going to be just as plain and boring as they were. At the age of five, however, it was plain that she wasn’t.
Even then she was more annoying and outgoing than other kids her age, but that wasn’t the only thing that made her different. She was extremely musical, even her music teacher said so. She loved singing, but she really didn’t want to do it as more than just a hobby.
She was never really too popular in school. She had a few friends that she was friends with from the age of ten up until the end of Jr. High. She took chorus throughout her whole school career so far, even got a few solo’s, but refused vocal lessons. It was so cliché, there were so many funner sponatious things to be doing, plus it was funner just to work on raw talent.
She went to a normal old public school for the first year of her life, but it really wasn’t her thing. It was so boring. Sure, there were the clique fights, the classes were a bit challenging, and there were so many amazing singers, but Holly wanted something more excited. When she was complaining about it to her parents over the Summer after her freshman year, her dad started talking about an amazing school called Pavotworth. Holly did some research on it, then decided to go almost automatically. So, when it came time for her Sophomore year, Holly had her bags packed, and was ready for a wild exciting change of pace.
rp sample;
Billy was having an off day. And by that, I mean he wasn't his normal happy, bouncy, smiling, sweet Billy-ish self. He was depressed. Contrary to popular belief, this was normal for him. The only difference is he usually tried to avoid leaving the house when he was feeling super depressed, and today he was just too depressed to give a damn.
He had a very very very small case of manic depression...aka bi polar disorder. He didn't take medicine or anything, but he did often get like this...depressed. Lonely. And all he usually did was call in sick to work and stay in the house. But instead, today, he went to work and tried not to act too depressed or anything. And he did well until after work.
After work he just drove...and cried. Which was very unusual for him. He never cried, even when he had a good reason. And today he had no reason whatsoever. So he just somehow ended up parking his car at Hamelton Park, a place he hardly ever went and crying.
After about ten to fifteen minutes, he had stopped crying and calmed himself down. So he wiped his eyes, and looked in the mirror trying to decide if anyone would be able to tell he had been crying. It wasn't that bad, so he just sighed, flipped the mirror in his car and stepped out.
He had not really payed much attention when he got dressed that morning...actually, he was sure he didn't match at all. He was wearing black tight pants, and a bright yellow t-shirt. And red converse. But he hadn't cared at the time, and he still didn't. So he decided to go for a walk around the park in hopes of calming down, and maybe the fresh air would make him happier.
He walked around slowly for about five minutes before he just put his hands behind his head, sighed, and stared at the sky. Then he laid down on the grass and continued looking at the sky. He was already feeling much better.
[b]Jac Vanek[/b] - Holly-Lynn Moore