Post by holly on Feb 25, 2009 5:02:48 GMT 10
[/size]`holly-lynn marie heath !!!
Loud, Outgoing, Obnoxious.
Name: Holly-Lynn Marie Heath
Nickname(s): Holly, Hol.
Major: Music
Age: twenty
Grade: Junior
Birthdate: April 17th
Orientation: Straight.
Location: New York, New York.
`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.
She's of average height, but she doesn't really mind. She likes it that way, because she's not so short she can't reach anything, but she's not so tall that her boyfriends are shorter than her. She likes to wear bright clothes, that make people do a double take, like shirts in yellows and oranges, and purple skinny jeans, and all that fun stuff! Mostly, you can tell from her look that she loves attention...and she doesn't care. She's not an attention hog, or anything, she just likes being looked at.
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.
She's of average height, but she doesn't really mind. She likes it that way, because she's not so short she can't reach anything, but she's not so tall that her boyfriends are shorter than her. She likes to wear bright clothes, that make people do a double take, like shirts in yellows and oranges, and purple skinny jeans, and all that fun stuff! Mostly, you can tell from her look that she loves attention...and she doesn't care. She's not an attention hog, or anything, she just likes being looked at.
Best Feature: She really likes her body, more than the rest of her looks...she likes that she's not too tall, or too short, and that she's not fat, but she doesn't look quite anorexic, or anything.
Worst Feature: her face, and everything about it! She hates her eyes (too brown), her nose (too...ugh), her face (too fat compared to the rest of her body!), and even her lips (not full enough!). That's why she cakes the eyeliner on, she's trying to get people not to look at her face, but instead, her make up. It's just[/size]
`Personality ,,
loud;; She's just a naturally loud person, her voice can carry very far without a microphone...her mom says it's going to be good in her singing career. The only time she can whisper is when she's telling secrets, and even then you could probably hear her if you just listen a little closely. But it's not just the loudness of her voice that makes her loud, oh no, it's the fact that she walks around, talking about everything that pops into her head, even if no one cares about it. This annoys most people, but she doesn't really care.
outgoing;; being shy is like some unknown disease to poor Holly. She'll walk up to a random stranger, sit down, and start pouring her heart out to them. She doesn't try for attention or anything, oh no, it's just how she is. How she always has been, really, ever since she was a little kid. It would actually have been really easy to steal her as a little kid, as she would talk to just about any random person that passed her! Just offer her some candy to get in your car, and you've got yourself a Holly. Of course now she's not quite as bad...she knows to stay away from creepy looking people...most of the time.
Obnoxious: Yes, most people would consider her highly annoying...but really, who can blame them? Her favorite past time is walking up to random people and asking to lick their nose, or else jumping on her friend's backs and asking for a piggy back. Keeping in mind that people she considers friends, are people she's known for a few days, and aren't that mean to her. Even though she's great fun, and has a good personality (if you like the loud annoying kind of people) just about everyone of her "friends" think she's annoying...unless they are just as much so.
loud;; She's just a naturally loud person, her voice can carry very far without a microphone...her mom says it's going to be good in her singing career. The only time she can whisper is when she's telling secrets, and even then you could probably hear her if you just listen a little closely. But it's not just the loudness of her voice that makes her loud, oh no, it's the fact that she walks around, talking about everything that pops into her head, even if no one cares about it. This annoys most people, but she doesn't really care.
outgoing;; being shy is like some unknown disease to poor Holly. She'll walk up to a random stranger, sit down, and start pouring her heart out to them. She doesn't try for attention or anything, oh no, it's just how she is. How she always has been, really, ever since she was a little kid. It would actually have been really easy to steal her as a little kid, as she would talk to just about any random person that passed her! Just offer her some candy to get in your car, and you've got yourself a Holly. Of course now she's not quite as bad...she knows to stay away from creepy looking people...most of the time.
Obnoxious: Yes, most people would consider her highly annoying...but really, who can blame them? Her favorite past time is walking up to random people and asking to lick their nose, or else jumping on her friend's backs and asking for a piggy back. Keeping in mind that people she considers friends, are people she's known for a few days, and aren't that mean to her. Even though she's great fun, and has a good personality (if you like the loud annoying kind of people) just about everyone of her "friends" think she's annoying...unless they are just as much so.
Likes:
- Singing
- Fruit flavored candy
- Hair
- make up.
- Boys!
- partying.
- Flirting! (she's a compulsive flirt)
- Blunt people.
- Playing piano.
- Sitcoms
Dislikes:
- Being insulted.
- Liars.
- Overly rude people.
- Reality television shows.
- The show Friends.
- People who think they can sing, but can't.
- Being let down.
- Bad hair days.
Positive Traits:
sweet;; If you can get over her loudness, and annoyingness, she really is a very sweet girl. She loves seeing people laugh, and smile, and just be happy in general. She loves giving, and getting hugs, and will try to cheer you up if you're even the least bit sad.
good friend;; Once she considers you a friend, she'll be very loyal to you. Sticking up for you, even if you were the one at fault, trying to cheer you up all the time, inviting you to all the good parties, threatening to kick some ass when people talk trash about you, all that good stuff. the only problem is she considers people who aren't her friends her friends...
Funny;; Most people would consider her highly amusing, if a bit loud and annoying. She can make almost anyone laugh, even if it's just at her for being such an idiot. Most people can get along with her, because of this, even if they find her annoying...or at least they can pretend to get along with her.
Negative Traits:
Touch-y Feel-y;; A little bit of touchy feelyness is good sometimes, but she just over does it. She'll walk up to complete strangers, introduce herself, and hug them. or even kiss her on the cheek. Some might thinks he just comes from some Italian background, but in reality she's German...she just likes hugs, and kisses, and cuddling, and being loved and touched in general.
Annoying;; She's a highly annoying person..but she can't do anything about it. It's just how she is, how she's always been, and how she probably always will be. she doesn't even mind it, insisting that it gives her personality, and character, and that if people don't like her because of it they just aren't worth her time.
Sensitive;; She's a highly sensitive person...anything you say about her, good or bad, will be taken to heart and remembered. She over reacts about anything, even if you're just joking, and even though she tries really hard not to show that you hurt her by what you said, it's kind of obvious, at least to most people. Sensitivity is good, in most cases, but not in Holly, because she bottles how she feels right up, until she explodes.
Greatest Ambition: Holly's greatest ambition is to do something that has to do with singing. Be it musicals, or be it that she somehow ends up as the lead singer of this amazing Indie Rock band, that's all she cares about.
Greatest Fear:[/size] Death. As cliche as it sounds, she doesn't want to die. Not yet. Not now. She knows she's not ready, and she's never had a suicidal thought in her life.
`History ,,
Holly’s family was the happy middle class, even before she was born, or thought of. With her father as a slightly successful lawyer, and her mother a stay at home mom, everything was bound to be normal. She would go to school, grow up to be normal, and of course go to a good collage, then following the foot steps of her father. But, of course, then Holly was born, and they realized this wouldn’t be possible. She was anything but normal.
Not that her parents minded, they actually likes it. They could tell from the moment she was born that she was going to be different. Okay, not literally the moment, more like at the age of five when she started taking piano lessons and did wonderfully. She was better than her mom only two years later, but that wasn’t saying much. Her mom never had lessons.
She went on playing the piano until the age of ten, then decided to join chorus at her school. She had always had a pleasant voice, but she wasn’t one to use it for singing. She was too busy talking all the time. Shortly after joining the teacher heard her voice, suggested she got voice lessons to make it even better, since she was working on pure raw talent. Of course she obliged. The lessons were expensive, but her mother insisted. Finally her father gave in, and she landed a solo after six months of vocal lessons.
In school she didn’t get good grades, and only ever had a few close friends, but she didn’t seem to mind. She had enough, she had her few friends, her music, and her family. She went to normal school her whole life, signing up for every music class she could handle, she even tried out pep band before realizing how badly she was at the trumpet.
At the beginning of her freshman year, a friend of her father’s told her about an amazing music school his daughter used to go to. He told Holly, and the first words out of her mouth were “I want to go.” The first out of her mother’s were “She’s going.” And the rest is history, she's been going here ever since.
Holly’s family was the happy middle class, even before she was born, or thought of. With her father as a slightly successful lawyer, and her mother a stay at home mom, everything was bound to be normal. She would go to school, grow up to be normal, and of course go to a good collage, then following the foot steps of her father. But, of course, then Holly was born, and they realized this wouldn’t be possible. She was anything but normal.
Not that her parents minded, they actually likes it. They could tell from the moment she was born that she was going to be different. Okay, not literally the moment, more like at the age of five when she started taking piano lessons and did wonderfully. She was better than her mom only two years later, but that wasn’t saying much. Her mom never had lessons.
She went on playing the piano until the age of ten, then decided to join chorus at her school. She had always had a pleasant voice, but she wasn’t one to use it for singing. She was too busy talking all the time. Shortly after joining the teacher heard her voice, suggested she got voice lessons to make it even better, since she was working on pure raw talent. Of course she obliged. The lessons were expensive, but her mother insisted. Finally her father gave in, and she landed a solo after six months of vocal lessons.
In school she didn’t get good grades, and only ever had a few close friends, but she didn’t seem to mind. She had enough, she had her few friends, her music, and her family. She went to normal school her whole life, signing up for every music class she could handle, she even tried out pep band before realizing how badly she was at the trumpet.
At the beginning of her freshman year, a friend of her father’s told her about an amazing music school his daughter used to go to. He told Holly, and the first words out of her mouth were “I want to go.” The first out of her mother’s were “She’s going.” And the rest is history, she's been going here ever since.
Best Memory: Her best memory is probably her first musical that she starred in, in second grade. Preforming it was just like candy to her...she quickly became addicted to being on stage, to feeling the burn of the crowds eyes. That musical is what makes her the Holly she is today.
Worst Memory: Her worst memory is at her grandfather's funeral. She barely ever knew her grandfather, as he lived a few state's away, but it was still horrible. She was just crying, and crying, because she never got to know the poor guy. Ever since then she's re-read his novels over and over again, just because it always makes her feel like she knew him, at least a little bit. Oddly enough he has a character in the last one he ever wrote, named Holly-Lynn.
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`Writing Skill ,,
Will it kill me to breathe?
Not as easy as you think it is
Between you and me,
I could fake it if I have to
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count: 948
tags: Open!
outfit: click!
lyrics: Thick as thieves - Dashboard Confessional.
notes: mostly just me rambling. sorry.
[/sup][/color][/size][/center] Will it kill me to breathe?
Not as easy as you think it is
Between you and me,
I could fake it if I have to
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Cherry had been having a fairly horrible day. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. It hadn't been horrible, no, not really, it had just been horribly boring. When she woke up that morning the sky was gray...which was always a damper for Cherry. She loved blue skies, the kind with big fluffy white clouds, and the winter was just like one big season of let downs for her. With the cold weather, the chilly air, and the snow. Oh, how she hated the snow. It was beautiful, sure, she had to admit that. So white, and clear, and more perfect than most things on earth...until it got trampled all over. But it was also cold. Cherry liked cool weather, somewhere in the fifties, or sixties. Spring and Autumn were her favorite seasons because of that. She loved the rain, but only when the skies were blue. The sunshine-y rains that only happened once in a blue moon. Those were her favorites.
When she woke up that morning she prepared for her day as normal. It was, after all, just another day. She showered, threw her clothes on, hardly paying attention to what she was wearing, picked out her clothes, put on her make-up, then did her hair. All in all it only took about an hour, and the shoe thing probably took the longest. Either that or the make-up. She didn't care so much about her hair, or the actual clothes. Her hair was naturally straight, and she had been cutting it herself since she was old enough to hold a pair of scissors. As long as it was freshly cut, and not too messy, she didn't usually touch it. Unless, of course, she was in the mood for dying it. But for the time being she was content with her orange hair...not too bright of an orange, but not too dull, either.
She went about her day normally, just as usual. She only had a few classes, and then lunch, and then the rest of the day to do what she wanted to. The only problem was she didn't really know what she wanted to do. But she was a few minutes late for class, and didn't really want to get yelled at, so she figured she'd find something to do after she was done being tortured with lecture's, and such...if she didn't have too much home work to do. Which, she knew she probably would. Collage was a lot harder than she had been expecting it to be.
However, she was surprised by hardly having any homework, or anything to study for. Which was good in it's own way, but bad as well. Because it meant she wouldn't have anything to do. Just as she was pondering what she could do her stomach rumbled, and she knew before she got around to doing anything she'd need to find something to eat. Of course the first place that popped into her mind was McDonald's, her favorite restaurant. She could actually eat there without complaining about the calories as A) she only went there about once a month and B) she was fine with her body. She knew she didn't have many curves, but that was a good thing in it's own way, at least she wasn't fat.
She drove there in her old beat up red convertible she saved up for a year for back in High School. Only once she knew she had enough money for collage, of course. She didn't really care that it wasn't the best looking car ever, it drove, and she'd never had any troubles with it. She got out of it, patted the hood, dropped her keys in her pocket, and walked inside. Unlike most girls she didn't carry a purse around to keep her money in. Instead she kept it all in her pockets. Sometimes it fell out and she lost a few bucks, and sometimes she forgot it was in her pockets, and went around thinking she was poor until she found a hundred dollar bill in her jacket pocket. She liked never knowing exactly how much money she had.
She waited in line, glancing at the menu, despite the fact that she knew what she was getting. The same thing she always got every time she went there. Everything off the dollar menu, of course. It was cheaper, and it tasted just as good. Once the line had disappeared and she was next up she looked at the worker in a way which clearly stated she wasn't going to be polite. She never was, and yet she expected everyone to be polite to her... "Can I have a Mc chicken sandwich, root beer, and some fries?" There was no please, but the worker didn't think about it twice. He'd seen her there a few times before and knew she wasn't very polite.
Once her food arrived she took it, without a thank you, and sat down at a booth. The kind that were clearly meant for four people, not one, but she didn't care. It was far more comfortable than any chair. She unwrapped her sand which, took the top off, and stuffed a few fries in it, before putting the top back on. She took a small bite, then put it down and took a drink of her soda, looking around the place silently. She hated eating all alone, but she didn't really have anyone else to eat with. She felt so awkward.
count: 948
tags: Open!
outfit: click!
lyrics: Thick as thieves - Dashboard Confessional.
notes: mostly just me rambling. sorry.
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Elizabeth
Age: Almost sixteen.
Role-playing experience: A year last November, or a bit more.
How you found us: Looking For...
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