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 Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:19 pm
 All character profiles will be posted here.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 5:44 am
Name:
Juliet Heart
Age:
Twenty-Nine
Gender:
She's a lady.
Sexuality:
Straight.
Appearance:
Being quite the looker according to most customers, most are surprised to find out that she's the owner of the bar. She fails to spend hours to keep up with her look, which makes her appear far more of the natural beauty. Standing at 5'8'' she's fairly tall and because of that she’s usually just wearing flats during the day. Her eyes are a bright blue, which are brought out by her vibrant crimson tresses that fall down to the middle of her back. On her lips can often be found with a flawless smile upon her face, but that's usually just because she’s always surrounded by customers.
Generally she doesn't wear the most complicated clothing, considering she saves that only for special occasions. Usually one can find her wearing simple tank tops with jeans, shorts, or a skirt depending on the weather. However, although she may dress extravagantly that does not mean that she fails to look put together. Being as she does participate with customer service where her business thrives off of how much she sells, she is always certain to make sure that she appears presentable. Although comfortable, her clothes are always fitted and neat, and revealing in just the right places. One would probably say that she’s gifted when it comes to such assets and she certainly doesn’t fail to play that up with her low cut tops. Hey, whatever gets the sale, right?
Not only that, but Juliet is quite adamant when it comes to staying in shape, and when she’s not working one will most likely find her either still working or exercising. That being said, she has both a lean body with well toned muscle. Although she’s not conceited when it comes to her appearance, she is certainly conscious of how she appears to others.
Personality:
Quick witted and independent, Juliet certainly always has the proper response prepared. If there is some calamity occurring in her bar she is always the first to quell the fury of whoever is stirring the trouble. However, it’s very rare that you’ll see her yelling at a customer, for she generally uses her soothing words and kind attitude to break up a fight. If there’s one thing she’s learned it’s that feeding the fire never stops it. However, that fails to mean that she is never angry at her customers, for that simply is not true. When it comes to those that constantly stir up trouble or make things difficult for her she will likely detest them, but skillfully hide such feelings.
But she is actually sweet. If one of her friends is in need of help she will always rush to their side to make sure everything is okay. The only aspect of her that makes people think otherwise is the fact that she is a business owner and quite a devout one at that. Ever since she was younger she was raised to believe that work was the most important thing in the world, and no one deserved anything from you. Because of this, she successfully separated herself from most during her childhood and thrived off of the time she spent in her studies and at work. Though once she started working the bar she was thrown into a place where customer service was involved and had to put on a pretty sweet face because of it. She is genuine, but when it comes down to it she’ll pick her business over any individual.
That being said, intimate relationships very really exist in the life of Juliet, as she simply does not see the point. Many men attempt to woo her when they’re drunk and happy, but she always rather uninterested. To her relationships are quite pointless, and this is something she has adamantly believed since the departure of her mother. A relationship would risk both her heart and the stability of her business, and there is no point in risking both.
History:
For decades the Heart family had been the owners of the local Tavern in the heart of Tallendale, so it was only obvious that Juliet’s would as well. She grew up in a small house located directly next to the Tavern; a house that was not lavish or decadent in any way. However, she had a happy childhood with two loving parents that always encouraged her that she would be able to shine in whatever she did, and that’s what she always tried to do. She was always determined to work hard and this feeling was first instilled during her studies at school. She liked studying, reading, learning, to her all of those things were exciting and rewarding. Because of that, she always returned home with excellent grades, and with loving proud parents waiting at home she never had a single complaint in the world.
As she grew older the pattern only continued, and her time spent in studies noticeably cut away at any social time she could possibly have. She didn’t care, for there was nothing to gain off most of those friendships while there was something to gain from hard work. When she was old enough she began helping out in the Tavern, burying herself in as much work as possible since that was what she found joy in. It wasn’t until college that she broke away from the college and buried herself in her studies instead, and it was following her graduation that trouble starting occurring at home. For it was soon revealed that her mother was having an affair with one of the frequent visitors of the bar, and immediately after this realization her father kicked her mother out in an uproar.
Juliet was devastated. Although it was far from the worst tragedy to happen to an individual, it succeeded in messing up her image of a perfect relationship and family. Her father left soon after, leaving the bar in Juliet’s name without informing her where he was to go. He was done with family, and inevitably this left Juliet without one. After that day she worked harder, devoting all of her time and money to the Tavern that was the last remnant of her family that abandoned her. The Tavern has always been her baby, and in her eyes she has made it quite the success.
And no one will ever take it away from her.
Crushes:
"Ha, no thank you."
Enemies:
"Enemies? But everyone loves me."
Position:
Owner/Bartender
Other:
She may be small but she certainly has a very high tolerance for alcohol. She is a bartender..
Played by:
Jessie my love
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 5:46 am
Name:
Desmund Haynes
Age:
43
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Appearance: (in words)
Desmund stands at about six feet two inches tall, has dark brown hair that's got greys here and there scattered all over his scalp to make for a sort of "salt and pepper" look. His goatee is well trimmed and has absolutely no grey hair in it. Behind his glasses sit a pair of blue eyes that are darker toward the pupil and lighter toward the edge of the iris. His build is nothing special. He has very little muscle definition as whatever muscle he has is hidden beneath a thin tenacious layer of fat that he can't seem to get rid of no matter how much he works out. Generally he tries to make himself look presentable despite his reputation as a drunk. As such, his clothing ranges from a casual pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt all the way up to a suit and tie depending on the occasion. Should someone ever get his clothes off, they'd notice on his right shoulder blade a tattoo of a tiger's stripes without the actual outline of the tiger itself. From far away it looks like a tiger, but up close it's simply the stripes arranged in a way that makes it look like the tiger is up on its hind legs scratching at something in the air.
Personality:
Desmund drinks. A lot. He drinks for various reasons and depending on the reason determines his personality. He is neither a mean drunk or a happy drunk, but can be both if the situation calls for it. When he's sober he will generally keep to himself, but once he's had a few he opens up and will talk to damn near anyone. He hates living by a schedule and will often procrastinate if something needs to get done.
History:
Originally, he came from a lower middle-class family that was always seeming to struggle to make ends meet. In high school he always got good grades, but couldn't participate in extra-curricular activities due to the fact that he had two part time jobs to help pay for things for his family and for himself as well. He put himself through college and eventually earned a Ph.D in Chemistry with the aim to become a professor. Things were going well for him as he got a job as an assistant professor in a nearby city, but something happened that he generally doesn't talk about with strangers and he ended up losing his job, and that was when he became an alcoholic. He couldn't get a job anywhere else because he was "over qualified" for most positions, and so the only thing left to do was drink himself into a stupor. Just when things were looking like they'd never work out for him his uncle passed away and, surprisingly, left him not only a decent fortune, but also his house in Tallendale. With nothing else to do and nowhere else to go Desmund moved to Tallendale several years ago and has lived there ever since. He doesn't work anymore and lives off of the money that he didn't set aside for the stock market. Essentially, all he does is invest and drink alcohol.
Crushes:
No one, yet.
Enemies:
Anyone who disrespects the booze.
Position: (Waitress, Customer, etc...)
Town Drunk
Other:
Anyone who is a regular at the Tavern knows or at least knows of Desmund, and likewise the other way around. He frequents the place as much as possible since he doesn't have any family living with him. Generally he likes to sit in the same place every time he comes in, but won't make a fuss about it if someone's already sitting there when he arrives.
Played by:
Shidobu Cloud
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:18 am
Name:
Jasmine Blys
Age:
Twenty-Four
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
I think everyone should get a turn~
Appearance:
One thing that Jasmine makes sure of is that she always oozes sexuality, but that may simply be a byproduct of the fact that used to work as a stripper. She stands at the grand height of 5’7, and that is usually boosted by a nice pair of stiletto heels. Long legs line her body while a slender figure remains throughout her entire length. It wouldn’t be exaggerated to say that she was gifted when it comes to her bust, but then again she was a stripper for a reason.
Her attire generally consists of all things scandalous, a tight skirt fitting her lower body while a lacy revealing top clings to her upper. She likes to flaunt what she’s got, and she furthers adore seeing how people react to her beauty. She’s pretty and she knows it.
Her hair is a platinum blonde, the straight tresses reaching just below her shoulders while her shaggy bangs hang over her face. Make-up is always plastered all over her face, dark long lashes lining her deep blue eyes. High cheekbones frame her face while a small slightly pointed nose stands in the center. Her lips are plump and always painted with some form of gloss or color, allowing that alluring feature of hers to be highlighted. A coy sly smirk is generally fixed upon those lips of hers as well, an expression that proclaims her confidence usually etched onto her features.
Personality:
It’s not a stretch to say that sly manipulative whore for, well, that’s what she is. She uses her sexuality to get her way, and she manipulates men to do as she pleases. From her job history she’s discovered that with enough skin a pretty girl can get away with pretty much everything so that is precisely what she does. Sleeping with someone for money is not beneath her, and sleeping with someone else’s boyfriend certainly isn’t beneath her as well.
She doesn’t care about people. All she cares about is herself.
She can be sweet at times, but it’s hard to tell whether or not it’s real or if she simply uses kind words and actions to get someone to want to take off her clothes. It’s hard to tell whether or not she is completely and utterly fake, or if there is something else that lingers beneath the surface.
History:
According to Jasmine, she has unfortunately been stuck in the s**t hole known as Tallendale her entire life. She wants to leave. She wants to go out into the big city. The only thing that keeps her in the small town is the fact that everyone knows just how amazing she is. Since high school she’s been quite the mess, sleeping around to get her way. She failed to change once she entered college (the small college of Tallendale of course) when she continued her ways to get the grades that suited her fancy. Don’t be fooled though, for Jasmine certainly isn’t dumb in the slightest. In fact, she could’ve easily earned high marks on her own accord for she is gifted with brilliance. The only thing that prevented her from doing such a thing was the fact that she didn’t want to. At an early age she discovered that life was so much easier when you took advantage of people.
Her parents were always ashamed of her, and weren't afraid to openly voice their disappointment. Mommy always called her a whore, but Daddy left a big trust fund in her name so it really didn't matter. She graduated college with a good degree and flawless grades, and with her good paper background her parents pushed the law school that she got in, but she didn't want to do anything they said. Instead of pursuing a promising career backed by a good education she got involved at one of the local clubs and Tallendale and soon became a stripper. Abhorred, her parents claimed they would disown her, but without a need for money Jasmine really didn't care. They had torn her down enough at that point, and she didn't need them attempting to support her.
Unfortunately, the club she worked at didn’t remain around for too long considering that most of the attention went to the Tavern. Following its closure she attempted to get Juliet to let her have an act, but Juliet failed to do as she wished which greatly bothered the girl. However, she still claimed the Tavern to be her turf, slipping her way into the hearts, beds, and wallets of most of the men there.
Crushes:
”Everyone.”
Enemies:
”Most girls don’t like me. I can’t possibly imagine why.”
Position:
Town Stripper
Other:
Hold onto your boyfriends, girls. She’ll be coming after them. Oh, and don’t expect a relationship beyond an one night stand. Unless your have a very big wallet.
Played by:
Jessie my love
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:42 am
Name:
Ziva Armani
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Appearance: (in words)
Ziva sports straight, chestnut hair that, when let down, reaches a bit past her shoulders. Evenly spaced, her eyes are a deep, blue-green color. They have a lighter ring of green around the outside which fade into a darker shade of blue towards the center. Small framed, her body stands around five foot six inches tall and weighs about onehundred and twentytwo pounds. Her skin may be a bit paler than her parents, but it doesn't mean she burns; in fact, she tans quite easily.
Content with her appearances, Ziva hardly uses any makeup. In her opinion, less makeup is better than bombarding your face with thick layers. She enjoys keeping her hair up, alternating between two side buns and a braided ponytail. Small hairclips may be found adorning her hair as well. Clothes wise, she isn't fond of flashy, provocative outfits; she enjoys simple clothing. You can find her wearing a dress almost everyday, favouring lighter colors. With little to really show off, she shies away from lower cut shirts and dresses. Her feet usually sport brown sandles with thin straps.
Personality:
A hardworking girl, Ziva won't let much bring her down. She enjoys doing her work, even though it involves cleaning and tidying up the tavern. Warm hearted, she makes friends easily with the fellow staff and people who find themselves at the inn or bar. Like her Italian father, she does have a temper; however, she will rarely loose it for she knows how to control herself. It takes a lot to get her fuming, but if something pushes her buttons just right she may explode.
History:
I'm a citizen now, but I was not born in this country. My mother was a middle class Isralie Jew, born into a family of four. She was fortuneate enough to attend school; however, there were still limitations to her education like most women in her country at the time. At the age of nineteen, in the midst of war, she fled the country in hopes for a fresh start. Settling down in Sicily, she met a bakery owner. Being the kind man he was, my father offered her a job. She worked as a cashier, but with guidance from my father she would become a baker as well. As the years went by they grew closer and eventually would marry; the reception was held in the park across from the bakery.
A year later they welcomed me into this world; I was a happy child. My mother, on the other hand, mourned as she brought a new life to this world. For you see, my father contracted pancreatic cancer during the early months of mother's pregnancy. By the time the doctors found it, the cancer was in its final stages. He survived long enough to see me before passing on the next day. Grief stricken, my mother barely made it through life. She hardly managed to care for me and keep the bakery running at the same time. When I was five my father's family in America bought us plane tickets to come live with them. Once her visa ran out, she decided to get citizenship; I would gain mine later when I would understand better. The years were better for us, but my mother grew depressed with each year. The whole my father left hurt her terribly. Sadly, when I was sixteen, she hung herself while I was at school. By this time my family had already moved and I had no where to go. I was lucky enough to stay out of foster care for I stumbled across a local tavern. After speaking to the owner we came to an agreement; I would work there to keep things tidy and in order. Part of my pay would go towards my room there. Since I was only sixteen at the time, I had to stay in the inn area of the tavern. I've lived here for five years, now I'm twenty one and plan on staying here. It's a lovely place, everyone feels like a second family to me.
Crushes:
None yet.
Enemies:
No one that she can think of.
Position: (Waitress, Customer, etc...)
Maid
Other:
Ziva's parents' love of baking rubbed off on her. In her spare time she enjoys baking, mainly sweets, whenever she gets the chance. She is fond of animals as well; her room is home to a tank in which a couple of frogs and an anole live. Played by: silvercapricorn
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:45 am
Name:
Nicholas Sanders
Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Appearance:
With a charming smile generally plastered on his face Nick is no doubt an attractive gentlemen. His hair is dark blond of sorts, which is layered and angled around his face. His eyes are a vibrant sky blue, that and his smile proving to be the most captivating of his features.
He has a long tattoo that twists around his left arm, though he never admits to any particular meaning or anything of that sort. Most people fail to see it anyways considering that his attire usually consists of nice expensive suits that cover up the majority of his body. Ladies like a nice looking man in a suit, right?. It's rare to see him dressed in something that isn't nice and expensive, but on the weekends you might catch him in a jean and plain T-shirt.
His muscle is well defined, but you wouldn't see him running off and joining a body building contests. He's in shape just enough to have the body for the ladies, but not too much of his time is spent in the gym.
Personality:
Suave, cool, and manipulative, Nick always knows how to pull off some good business tactics. All his life he's been trained to one day be the CEO of a major corporation and it is because of that that many would consider him to be a bit shrewd and heartless; although he is quite charming while doing so. A flawless smile is usually plastered on his face, and with his charm he can usually slither his way into any girls heart. In fact, he likes seeing how often he can girl to fall completely and utterly in love with him when he has no intention of pursuing a real relationship with them.
And he likes to do this because he can.
Girl's love him for his looks, charm, and money, and people he works with like him just because he's so good at his job. For against popular belief he's more than just a snobby rich kid as he is actually quite the hard worker. To him, the company his his child and the only thing worth investing himself in--relationships are just for fun. Most of his time is spent at work as he is eager to prove he can run the company better than any of his family before him, and no girl will ever bring him down.
History:
Tallendale may be small, but it obviously has some few successes: Sanders Industries being one of them. Nick's great grandfather started the business that allowed Tallendale to grow to the point it's at today, considering that it opened up a plethora of jobs to the towns people. It started as a mine and grew to include an entire industry People in other parts of the country find it's success strange as they claim it's in a horrible location, but regardless they've prospered. As the only son in the family, Nick is destined to inherit the entire company.
From a young age he was groomed to be the best businessman he could be. And with an endless amount of money at their disposal, his parents were certain to give him the best education they possibly could. He was sent off to boarding schools and Ivy League colleges, and now having finished with his schooling he's back at Tallendale to work. His father has given him control of part of the company, mainly the part that oversees much of the work done at the mines in Tallendale, and because of that Nick spends most of his time at work.
However, he's always been certain to visit the Tavern when he can in order to win the hearts of the women there and have a bit of fun while he can.
Crushes:
Oh, I love everyone, but if Juliet would accept me we would be the best damn power couple.
Enemies:
Enemies can be paid off just as easily as they can be made.
Position: (Waitress, Customer, etc...)
Customer -- Heir to Sander's Industries
Other:
Parent's say he should get married, but he doesn't want to get settled down. Besides, women usually only like him for his looks and money.
Played by:
Jessie my love
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 7:15 pm
Name:
Cody Cesarani
Age:
26
Gender:
I'm a Man.
Sexuality:
Haa...seriously, I don't go for guys.
Appearance: (in words)
Cody is the waiter at The Tavern, and he does his best to look the part. He stands at 6'1", his body slim, yet firm, as he does put the effort into keeping himself in shape. His eyes are a sharp shade of green, complemented by his unruly blonde hair, for which he keeps a small comb on him at all times. When he isn't doing anything in particular, Cody will often try to make his hair more presentable and professional (though it just seems to go whichever way it likes, regardless).
He only seems to have a few sets of clothing, as he is rarely seen wearing anything other than slimming, black pants and short-sleeved, collared shirts with thin vertical stripes. For special occasions, Cody has an assortment of ties in different styles, but otherwise, there is no change in style. Considering the nature of his work, he can't afford to wear any fancy footwear, and opts for the tried-and-true black leather "dress shoe", though his pair are pointed at the end: perfect for giving the "boot" to any patrons that become too wild for the bar.
Personality:
"Charming" to some and "smartass" to others, Cody is a friendly man with a developed sense of humor. He treats every customer with a smile, and regular customers will often be remembered and greeted as if they were friends, assuming they weren't tossed out the last time they were there. He empathizes easily with the tavern-goers, and is more than willing to lend an ear or provide advice to people in need. Most advice that he gives is based off of his personal belief that a fulfilling lifestyle comes from finding one's own personal happiness, and more than one person has laughed him off as naive. All in all, Cody is eager to please the owner of The Tavern, Juliet Heart, and won't hesitate to put on a brave face when there's trouble in the bar.
History:
When Cody was 24, he gave up everything he had, including his family's expectations and financial security, to make the trip from his hometown to Tallendale in order to meet and live with "the love of his life", only to find out that the entire scenario had been a setup to remove him from his dying grandmother's inheritance. When he arrived in Tallendale, he was directed to the address of a home that had long since been condemned and abandoned. So, with nothing but the clothes on his back and the money in his wallet, he did what any man in a romantic crisis would do: hit up the local bar. After drinking through nearly all of his remaining funds, while bluntly hitting on the bartender the entire time, he had finally managed to tell his tragedy in full.
The exact events that followed are lost in drunken memories (and the details seem to get more and more risque with each retelling), but after he had sobered up, Cody Cesarani found himself with a home and a job at The Tavern as a waiter, where he's been ever since. He views the owner, Juliet Heart, as the true "love of his life", though he has long since stopped trying to force the matter. Definitely a happier man, no signs of his crisis remain, though he isn't exactly keen on talking about his life before coming to Tallendale. He is satisfied simply with doing anything that makes Juliet happy, and though his romantic interest in her has not faded, he knows that she would rather have him help her keep The Tavern running than serenade her.
Crushes:
I only have eyes for Juliet Heart~
Enemies:
Anyone who makes trouble in the bar.
Position: (Waitress, Customer, etc...)
Waiter
Other:
He lives in one of the rooms above the bar, for which he is forever grateful (though the costs are deducted from his pay), and though he's a lightweight when it comes to getting drunk, there's a long ways between "getting drunk" and "passing out" for Cody Cesarani, making him quite the entertainment. Needless to say, drinking while working is a no-no.
Played by:
Grindhouse Karma
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 9:08 pm
Name:
Ashley Sayer
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
I don't really care. ((Frankly, she just doesn't know))
 Appearance: (in words)
I have long perfect hair that can curl when I bother, naturally waves, and is stick straight when I don't bother washing it as much as it should. It reflects light like window prisms and is just the right color brown that I actually look like I could have been birthed on this planet. My eyes are a light blue-green, that reflect like a perfect pond of perfect water in a perfect yard oozing ******** perfect, or so I've been told. And my parents enjoyed telling me that I was loathed by half of the AP students in Junior high because my skin was perfect, fair, and refused blemish just like their little princess. I tried once, to cause a pimple, by using a paste of flour and baby oil. It didn't work, it really won't accept failure in me as much as my parents won't.
Don't get me wrong on the dirty hair thing, I do bathe at least every other day. I tried to break the habit some years back but shouldn't stand being unwashed. Gotta love conditioned OCD tendencies, amiright? Same thing happened with dresses, I just feel strangled in pants, and so I just choose dresses that I like. I mean, I have to find a 'me' instead of just defining myself by not being what I was when I was my mother's dress-up-doll and my father's play thing.
Right, Right, appearance you asked? Well, today I'm wearing a dress with a black top, pink skirt/bottom, with a black lace hem on the skirt. It has a collar that covers some of my neck, tied with a little bow I didn't bother to redo to make look better. Over the top is a pink tank-top that it much like a corset with shoulder straps. My arms you ask? Former sleeves of this very dress, ripped off, tied on, and the shoulder of the dress sewn back so that I don't look like a damn hillbilly; even rebelling girls have to look nice you know. I did rip this sleeve a bit too much, but it doesn't matter because perfection is a matter of where on the crazy train you jumped off, didn't you know? Right-right, appearance, I know. So I finished it off with black tights and Mary-Janes, just because I felt like it. Oh, and band of cloth rolled and tied on my head to even out the pink.
No, I certainly do not wear this everyday, nor simply copies in different colors. This is what I look like today because the parts of me that aren't clothes have only ever been described as perfect, better than this or that perfection, and so on. Yeah, the clothing one was better. I know, that's why I used it. What? You want me to throw this table at you?!? I'll chuck it at your ******** head! -Don't lecture me a bout vulgarity you, you - Transmission lost.
Personality:
I like to think of myself as a siren. Beautiful from afar, but flaws and imperfect abound once someone is ensnared and drawn close enough. If you get that close though, you're head gets bitten off, chewed up, and spit out. From my old competition days I still love being feared, but I don't try any more. Frankly, I'm tired of being hated, disliked, or adored. I just want some apathy occasionally. Sometimes I can have that happen, it helps to have Jasmine around to take the attention. -Wait, you aren't a psych, and I wouldn't tell this crap to one of them either.
Well, I guess my job isn't the best. I'm constantly wanted for something. It is nice to be able to ******** with people's food and see how long it takes to notice, I usually win those pools. What I love most about my currently lifestyle is that I have no clue where it might head, or what I will do next, apart from some things that can be eliminated as possibilities. I live to be free, and I have trouble no interest in forming attachments that might slow the flow of the water in the river of life.
History:
Born into a 4-bedroom house to two perfect loving parents, I suppose. Well, I guess it would start at the hospital, or conception, or my parents meeting, but then this just becomes a history of the world, now doesn't it? So, a little, only-child girl, healthy, happy, plenty of educational toys, and in a fast track school by 3 years old. From then until 16 it was all about the same. I would study, the cleaning lady prevented any chores from existing, go to school, lesson or extra curricular, home, homework or a lesson, dinner, more schoolwork and bed. I was going to bed about 11pm, and getting up at 4am. That routine was rarely broken, and that was most commonly by an academic competition of some sort.
Highschool is where stuff starts to be worth telling. Once in 9-12, there are much fewer academic competitions readily available, and colleges these days want more than that; so enters volleyball, the sport for girls that need something, key club, honors club, a schedule of almost all AP classes and a track to club pres of key, class pres, and college credit courses all by Junior year. My parents were kind enough to not put me on the 3-year track to graduation. Basically, this was much the same as before.
Then comes Sophomore year. My parents say that this is when I 'broke' or 'snapped', I say it is when I woke up. It was the year I crushed their dreams, and gave myself only one to fill the void: to not be perfect. That was the goal, and I do believe I succeeded quite horribly. By the second half I was already on my way into the cliche that did the strong s**t. By March I had already gotten used to the taste of cheap booze and had smoked a joint. That month, I didn't just cut extra curricular meets, I stopped going to key and volley at all, instead I hung out with this new group and killed brain cells. At the end of the month I started begging my parents to let me take out a lesson or two, and still hadn't told them about not going to extra curriculars. April was when they received the report card, and there was nothing really to ground me from, I had hoped they'd cut things out. I did manage to twist it as being from having too many lessons. That worked until June.
During Junior Year my rebellion really took stride, and by Senior I had evened out enough to still pull through the 4-years with a cumm 2.6 GPA. I had finally stopped playing with drugs at all in that fourth year, having gotten bored of them fairly early on. Alcohol on the other hand, became the only vice that took to me in a way that I could never bare to leave like a bad date. Sometimes I look back at the mandatory health classes, and wondered why the hell someone would try an eating disorder to have some control. Those girls weren't the smart ones, that was certain. Besides, brandy was so warm, I learned that in collage. It is great after two scoops of icecream, or drizzled over it.
Yeah, I did make it to college, not a great one, but good enough for a chance at any grad school I wanted. That didn't last long. It probably didn't help that the group I hung with was starting to get into serious drugs, and thought I was a prude for sticking to any and all kinds of drinks. I was 20 when I moved back to town, but I knew better than to move back home. I got my own little apartment, and did what I could until I turned 21 and could hit the Tavern and buy for myself at the grocery store. I know the rumors, if I hadn't heard them myself then I would have gotten the phone lectures from my parents anyway telling me all about them and their tarnished reputation That phone line only worked because they paid for it. I got the phone company to refund the money to me, but by the next month the service was canceled, I guess they found out that it was off.
Nowadays, my waking hours, cut short by a lot of sleep to catch up for lost years, mostly consist of work and drinking. I like to drink at the tavern instead of sitting at the apartment watching old black and white movies, but money determines all. I work at the local diner, so if I haven't met someone there, I've met them at the Tavern. I know I seem locked in place, but I'm more free than I've ever been, and I love every moment of it, some moments just more than others.
I met this woman at the Tavern, her name is Jasmine. She is more beautiful than I, at least since I purposely don't put in the effort. She didn't like me at first, too similar to her, but then she figured out that I wasn't a rival and would gladly give her the looks I have. I love that with her in the room I'm invisible, I can talk to her, and guys will pass and only see her. I adore not being the one on a stage. I marvel at her poise with being constantly on a pedestal, but I don't envy it, not one little bit. Our relationship is mostly mutual tolerance, but she is probably the closest thing to a friend I've ever had. I don't mind, as long as she doesn't become a friend. Attachments are what prevent the river of life from flowing freely.
Crushes:
I've crushed a few people, mostly competitions in grade school and Junior high. I haven't done as much as I hoped since high school but I'm sure - Oh what? You meant people that I crush on? Like a little girl in a bad tv show? Ya, (laughs) that is at the top of my to-do list (not really).
Enemies:
My parents, definitely top the list. A dealer I ratted out when I was 17 too I suppose, I got bored with his drugs, and he wasn't to happy so I let the cops keep him away via an anonymous tip. I never did pay him did I?
Oh, then there is that one boy who told his parents I might be pregnant, I don't think he's lived that one down. Let's see... there was that girl from one town over at the area spelling bee that thought she'd be worse than dead when her parents that weren't even there found out she only made second. That same year at Nationals some boy that spoke English with a foreign accent started bawling and bashing his head against anything he could after I crushed him. I'm sure there is more if you want me to continue.
Oh, you were referring to local?
Well, the dealer and the boy were the only ones from this town that I recalled so far. The dealer was sent to a state prison for some length of time. And the boy? I think he got a different girl knocked up and they moved to her grandparents' home; so I suppose none.
Position: (Waitress, Customer, etc...)
Formerly 'Perfect Student', then 'troublemaker', and then various others until I was old enough to get liquid rebellion at the Tavern. Now, I'm a semi-regular customer that continues to viciously murder her parents' expectations.
Other:
I wore boy's shorts for Volleyball. It is silly to hide that one's legs are being strangled, and those strangled less than the girl 'skorts', which are just stupid.
Played by:
LillianSaire
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:21 pm
Name:
Lily James
Age:
25
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Straight
Appearance:
Lily's hair barely reaches her shoulders when she lets it hang down. Though she normally ties it back while at work. Her eyes are one of her strangest features, being a murky shade of grayish green. Lily stands about 5 feet tall, making her about as tall as the average women of her age. Lily's work clothes normally entail a sleeveless white cotton top, a pair of 3/4 length black trousers and a pair of comfortable black tennis shoes.
Personality:
Though Lily can be a happy and sociable girl, she tends to shut down while she is working and try to avoid conversations with customers. Though once she is on break she can be as talkative as a teenage girl.
History:
Lily left school with high qualifications after leading your fairly normal, bob-standard life. She worked in the supermarket in the town that she lived before moving away to start afresh. Lily spent ages searching for somewhere to settle down, so she was happy when she found Tallendale.
Crushes:
Lily hasn't had any crushes yet, though that may change over time.
Enemies:
Due to Lily not talking to many people while working, she hasn't really come across and situations in which to make enemies.
Position:
Waitress
Other:
Lily doesn't really like animals, though she has come to tolerate them for a short while. Unless they are hell-bent on annoying her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:04 am
Name:
Naomi Windsor
Age:
26
Gender:
The kind that looks good in a skirt in a way that isn't creepy or Scottish.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual with some slight bisexual tendencies.
Appearance:
Naomi is a good five feet six and a half inches tall and weighs more than she thinks she should, but the reasoning for that is that she actually has a lot more muscle than a normal woman of her height. She's not overly buff, but if one were to remove her clothes they would see that she takes very good care of her body. To some men her muscle tone is slightly intimidating and a turn-off, but she's proud of how she looks in the nude. Her chest is larger than it should be, but that's because she actually had them augmented by a very skillful surgeon that made them look pretty damn close to the real deal. Her figure is naturally rather curvacious, otherwise, with a slim waist and hips that often make men drool. Aside from her body, Naomi's hair is naturally rather straight with very subtle waves that appear when it gets humid out. Her eyes are the color of milk chocolate with flecks of green around the pupils. She's half white, half black, which gives her skin a hue that most women only wish they could get through tanning. Her nails are well maintained and rarely painted (sometimes glossed), her teeth are perfectly straight and always quite white, and through a little use of make-up she can make the skin on her face look flawless. Her style of dress us usually very professional but with a sexy flare that shows off her features well. She has a decent fashion sense and it shows. One of the few things she rarely changes unless it just straight up does not go with her outfit is her necklace. It is a piece of tribal jewelry made of gold that is there to remind her of where she came from and who she is.
Personality:
Naomi never stops. She works an average of 18 hours per day (whenever Nick is awake, basically), and when she's not working she's working out or running her own personal errands. Needless to say she's a work-a-holic. Multi-tasking is her forte, as she believes that whatever can make her more efficient is only a plus. She will do nearly anything that Nick asks of her, and will also fiercely defend him from danger if need be. She has a very sharp mind, and is a natural strategist at heart. Well versed in the Art of War, she is a powerful force in the business world and is driven to learn as much as she can from Nick (because yes, he does actually know what he's doing). She plans things way in advance and adapts accordingly when her plans don't go the way she wants. She can wear whatever face she needs to in order to succeed.
History:
Naomi was born in Washington D.C. but her parents were on a business trip from their home in South Africa. Father was an Englishman who fell in love with a black african woman, and Naomi was the result. From the moment she was born she was a businesswoman, achieving dual citizenship without being conscious of it. Her parents owned an investment company and were constantly flying between South Africa, the United States, England, and Japan, and she got to go with them to most places. She became fluent in Japanese, French, German, Spanish, and naturally English, learning all this at a very early age, when the language center of the brain is at its peak of performance. In her teen years she did very well in school with the ambition to take over her parents' company, and so with her good grades she ended up in Oxford for business and a minor in psychology. Immediately after she got her bachelors degree she went for her MBA and received it by 23. She returned home and began training to fully take over from her parents, but a deal went south and they lost everything. The company that completely obliterated her dreams was none other than Sander's Industries. Ruined, she vowed to get revenge on the corporation and began to study them, their business practices, who ran what, and slowly she formed a plan over two years while working as a waitress to earn the money to pull this off. Things were going well until her father contracted a disease that could be cured if you had the right amount of money to pay for the treatments. She needed to act fast, so with her plan set in mind, she left to apply for a job in Tallendale, half the world away. Her knowledge of the company and her impressive resume and set of skills, as well as her incredible interviewing skills, got her the job as Nick's assistant, just a little over one year ago. It was perfect. He was set to be the next CEO and once that happened she would bring her plan to its climax and his fortune would he hers. Naturally, he knows nothing about this.
Crushes:
Ha! Like she has time for that. And even if she did she'd never tell about it.
Enemies:
Nick Sanders, or rather Sanders Industries
Position:
Personal Assistant to Nick Sanders
Other:
Naomi has many secrets. Pay close attention and one might discover a few. A freebie is that she has her navel pierced with an arrow that points down with the label "Heaven" on it. Naturally most people will never see this unless she wants them to. Another thing about her is that she is a third degree black belt in TaeKwonDo, so she definitely knows how to handle herself if she needs to and uses the fact that she looks like someone who couldn't do so to her advantage.
Played by:
Shidobu Cloud
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 10:04 am
Name:
Carl Rosoore
Age:
33
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Appearance: (in words)
He usually wears suits and dress shirts, even a few tuxedos. His favorite tux is a dark crimson color, and has black inside and on the color. He wears a dark gray shirt under it, and a black and gold striped tie. He has rather pale skin, close to that of a cantaloupe, but closer to tan than yellow. His hair is black, but shows signs of graying in the back, mid way through his neck. He often keeps it spiked up, slightly pointed forward. It only stretched about an inch from his head. His eyebrows are thicker than most, and they bulge a bit too much for his liking. The left eye has a scar in the outer bottom corner from a fight her got in when he almost lost it all together. It also caused it to become lazy, forcing him to strain, at times, to make it move with the other. He has a few small wrinkles under his eyes, and his nose is slightly larger than he'd like, but other than that, his face looks rather decent for his age. He has dull green eyes with specks of hazel around the top of the iris. He's 5'11 and weighs 189 pounds. He's rather thin, and usually looks taller than he really is. He has a small scar across his left index finger, which he can't recall the cause of, and He has a crack in a couple teeth from being punched in the face too many times. His hands are rough from fighting as often as he did, and his arms bear various cuts and scars, non as prominent as the one on his left hand. He has a large scar across half his lower back from being pushed through a window, along with smaller specks around the rest of his back where smaller pieces of glass cut him half as deep. His legs are slightly less damaged, muscular from jumping over fences, ducking under chairs, and running for his life when the occasional pimp or stripper came at him with a gun. The nail on his right big toe is broken, and grows further to the left than it's supposed to, from him stubbing his foot on a cinder block during one of his runs.
Personality:
Carl is an easy going man, even though he's rather perverted. He tends to sit back and take in the sights most of the time. He ignores most of the people around him, unless they make it clear they're talking to him, or there's a decent looking lady nearby. He never denies anything he does, but he usually never feels guilty about anything either.
History:
He just arrived at the Tavern recently, having moved after losing his job, and most of his life back in his old town. He was arrested a few times for indecent exposure and sexual harassment, not too mention being beaten half dead multiple times for touching women. Often in front of their husbands or boyfriends. But the problem started when he was charged with sexual assault. He managed to win that trial, though after it was over he was fired from his office job, and shunned by all his family and friends. It didn't take long before he decided it was time to leave all the angry glares and whispers, and moved out to find a new life farther away. A small town like this just happened to be the best choice.
Crushes:
no one
Enemies:
none (yet)
Position: (Waitress, Customer, etc...)
The new to town pervert wink
Other:
The only reason he kept his job as long as he did was because his father was the own. Also, he has a maid fetish... yea...
Played by:
Wynaro
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