Post by Jaymie Whitten on Mar 9, 2009 21:49:47 GMT -5
gender: Female
age: Sixteen
pretty is as pretty does
celebrity pb: Jade Lara
height:5'0
weight: 109
eye color: Pale Blue
hair color: Black
hair style: Sorta scene, bangs she constantly has to push back, usually worn down
body type: Toned; A dancer's build
appearance description: Jaymie has interesting features. She’s fairly pale and has a hard time tanning, so she doesn't bother. Her lips are normal sized and her nose is on the larger side. Her eyes are a pale blue, and seem a bit creepy since when she's angry.They're very large, earning her the name Bambi at a young age. She has a mischevious smile she likes to use, and it's actually her favorite feature. Her face is heart shaped (I believe…), small but fair sized breasts, broad shoulders and a curved form.
Her backside is, in her opinion, too big, especially since her chest isn’t so big. Her arms and legs are thin and long, but proportional. Her skin is very fair and soft. One reason she doesn’t like her smile is because she thinks her two front teeth are horribly large, and they are large, but not awful. She has large ears, pierced in two places, and her hair is near black with only a few natural streaks of dark brown. It’s long, reaching past her shoulders and almost to her lower back.
inside out
personality description: Jaymie has the capacity to be anything and everything, and sometimes tries to do everything, finding she’s bitten more than she could chew. She is extremely thoughtful, but not very outgoing. Most of the time, she prefers working alone rather than with others, but when it comes to hanging out? Yeah, her friends better be there. She's free spirited and fun, and has a lot of guy friends, but none interested in her as far as she knows. She isn't always the most graceful thing in the world, but she's really chill about a lot of things, and sweet. She is generally a happy, laid back person. Witty and intelligent, she can evaluate people’s personalities nearly the first time she encounters them.
Don’t underestimate her: she is also very smart. She can be quite dangerous when people anger her. People enjoy her calm, thought slightly sarcastic personality. She enjoys being around water whether it is swimming or just sitting in the rain, thinking. She has a free soul and hates to be tied down. She loves a good challenge and competes often with her friends. Jayda's quite open-minded, and will accept anyone who doesn’t put others down, tries to hold her down, and/or boast about themselves. She has a habit of bending and sometimes breaking rules, but is very careful with stepping over lines. Sure, she might break some rules but she also has some degree of respect for them.
Wanna know who she likes? Well, she’s never nice to that special someone she has her eye on. Music owns her soul, and she's always got her headphones on on a car ride on on the subway or whatever. She's really sneaky and tends to get a little too curious. Her curiosity is also a big weakness… and her inability to say still. She loves , loves loves pandas. Give her anything panda and she loves you forever!. She loves to dance at clubs and dances and stuff. She has a good amount of friends, but very few people she really opens up to. She rarely cries and some people say she's heartless because she rarely "hug people".
likes:
[x]Hanging out with her "boys"
[x]Dancing (all types)
[x]Pandas
[x]Photography
[x]Theatre
dislikes:
[x]Annoyingly bright colors
[x]Spiders
[x]Sitting still
[x]Arrogant people
[x]Romance novels
fears:
[-] Heartbreak
[-] Faliure
[-] Judgment
goals:
[+] To be a pro protographer
[+] To marry... eventually
[+] To see Italy, her home town
back in time
parentage: Daniel and Esme Whitten
siblings: Antonio Whitten
history: Jaymie was born on a rainy day in September to a rich family of Daniel and Esme Whitten, he Italian and she French. They had her older brother Antonio, who she's very close to, one miscarriage before her, and were relieved when she turned out to be a healthy baby. She grew up well, and was treated well, with nannies and such… however, she grew to be an odd young girl. She ran around barefoot, liked hanging out with boys, and was caught on the roof simply staring into the sky for hours at a time, not moving or speaking. Her parents got her into everything: dance, piano, singing lessons, acting lessons. She excelled in all of them, but never seemed really interested. She seemed obedient, but disappeared at dinner parties. Girls made fun of her, but never too loudly or to her face. The last girl that teased her to her face got punch on her nice Easter dress. She avoided them, though, and spent most of her time in the lake behind her house, teaching herself how to swim. She went into the woods beside her house to sing in, no one around and no one to hear her if she messed up. It’s how she developed her voice.
When she became a preteen, she was very awkward and often fell; making her tough eventually, but it was quiet embarrassing at the time. She hid even more, and stayed away from light for a subconscious fear of being revealed. She began to wander the parts of her grand house she never had, and eventually started sneaking off at night simply to look around and see things she hadn’t been allowed to see because of her protective parents. They never told her about sex, and many elements of it are still a mystery to her, even at nineteen. Her ballroom dance lessons, however, made her more graceful, and by sixteen she was a dark beauty, and tons more social. She quickly became a party girl when she got to school, but a responsible one, not going "too over the top". Her parents don't like her odd, unique attitude, but have quieted since she became more social... for now.
best moment: When she was at a mediavel dinner show with her elementary school, and one of the knights, before the joust, rode right up to her on his horse and handed her a purple rose. Since then, purple roses have became her favorite flower.
most embarassing: When she was in middle school, and she accidentally tangled braces with her frayed shoelace because she was using her teeth to untie her sneaker. She had to go to the clinic ot get it cut off. Her brother has never let her forget it.
the puppeteer
ooc name: Bambi
experince: ... 3 months
activity level: 8
sample rp:(from another site)
The day wasn’t very bright, or cheerful, the sun hidden behind clouds and the entire feel of the day seeming very grim. Nicoletta, however, was all smiles, wandering aimlessly about the garden with bare feet. She was humming a song the rather contrasted to the day: bright and cheerful, uplifting. Her entire presence seemed to glow despite the gloom, her golden locks, her fancy white dress, the braid wrapped around her head that her tiara rested on. Her entire visage sparkles with inner happiness. She had a good reason to be happy. She was on her way to England later that afternoon, to see her fiancé for the first time. She hadn’t met him, but heard many rumors about him, both good and bad. She wanted to believe the good more, but that’s what she tended to do with everyone. She was the open-minded type, the sort to look over errors and praise the good qualities one possessed. The sound of footsteps distracted her, and she didn’t have to turn to know who it was.
“What business have you sneaking up behind a woman such as me, good stable boy?” she asked, a mischievous smile invading her lips. A chuckle sounded behind her, and a handsome young man not many years her elder walked in front of her, smiling. He had dark hair and a charming, roguish smile that made you think he was up to no good. He wa, however, the person Nicoletta trusted the most out of anyone besides her brother.
“You never fail to hear my approach, milady” he said, placing hi hands on her shoulders and smiling, “My, you’re dressed up nicely. Since when were you a woman?”
“Oh, stop it you” she said, trying to look offended, thought the smile stayed. It was hard to keep a straight face around Harold. He was her riding teacher, and secretly taught her archery. If her mother had ever found out, she’s have taken off her head with one of her long nails or something. She tugged at her sleeve and sighed, looking loathingly at the material.
“It’s rather itchy.”
“I’m not surprised. A lot of fancy things are uncomfortable. I think that sort of tells you something.”
They shared a laugh, and looked at one another for a short bit before he looked around, then pulled her into a tight embrace. It wasn’t “right” for anyone to hug royalty that way, but Nicoletta didn’t at all agree. So, to keep her mother and father happy, they only did so when alone.
“I will miss you” she whispered, taking a step back from him. She heard a carriage pulling up, and rushed over to a tree trunk, pulling on her slippers. He followed, his cheerful disposition replaced with sadness.
“I will too. You’d better hurry, your father will come looking for you.”
“I know…” she said, then stood straight, giving him a final smile. She wasn’t one for sappy partings, but she felt tears forming in her eyes, and turned, quickly rushing away from her closest friend so he wouldn’t see her tears. They were gone when she reached her mother and father, and as she was escorted into the carriage, she spotted the stable boy outside the window, among the other servants, looking like just another person bidding them farewell...
