Post by megan on Oct 20, 2007 17:32:56 GMT -5
C H A R A C T E R[/u]
Name: Megan Priscilla Connors
Gender: Female
Age&&Year: 18 && Senior
Desired Clique: Dolces
Family:
Priscilla Meadow-Connors -- 52 -- Photographer
Gregory Connors -- 54 -- Journalist
Logan Connors -- 13 -- Student
Personality:
Megan is crazy. That's what she likes to say, anyway. She is hard to break down, but I'll do my best.
She loves being wild, fun and out-of-the-box. Her thoughts are usually random, and she acts on impulse. This can be a bad thing. She often doesn't think before she speaks, and things come out that she wishes wouldn't come out. She likes being active and around friends. She likes parties, as long as nothing illegal is going on. She enjoys being social. She's lucky a lot of people like her for her craziness.
Megan is also a do-gooder. This might seem to clash with her love for being rowdy, but she manages to make it work. She doesn't like it when people drink, smoke, or do other illegal activities around her. She is nice to nearly everyone, no matter how unpopular they are, unless she has a reason to dislike them. She hates making people feel bad, because she has a huge conscience. Whenever someone is feeling upset, she feels like it is her duty to make them feel better. She hardly ever breaks rules or does anything she's not supposed to.
Another two personality traits Megan has that seem like they should clash are the way she is girly and sporty. Like I said earlier, Megan loves to be active. Her favorite sports are running, soccer, and field hockey. But don't think she is one of those sport-jock-girls. It is actually quite the opposite. She comes across as girly a lot. Not in a ditzy kind of way, but she definitely isn't one you'd pin to play sports the way she does.
History:
The Christmas of 1989 was a very special day for Priscilla Meadows and Gregory Connors. They weren't yet married, but they were living together on that Christmas when Megan Priscilla Connors was born. This gave her parents a reason to get married at last, as both are very indecisive people. They were married one Megan's first birthday.
When Megan was five, her father took a trip to China for a year to write a series of articles about pollution. About eight months into his trip, Priscilla began to show another pregnancy. One lady that lived in their small town who was envious of Priscilla began to spread rumors that the baby was Greg's. Soon, the whole town was talking behind their backs about this scandalous event. As soon as Gregory got back from China, the family, including their newborn son, moved from Iowa to Maine.
As the new kid on the block in kindergarten, Megan tried to hang out with everyone she could to make the most friends. She roughhoused with the boys and played dress up with the girls. All through grade school, she was very close friends with both the boys and the girls. She was one of the first kids of their age to realize the opposite sex didn't have cooties.
Megan had a rough time in middle school. It turned out, in the middle of sixth grade, that they had to move to North Carolina. Logan was a sickly child, and the family had to move to a place where they could get better health care. Once again, Megan was the new kid in town. Only this time, she was in middle school. She continued to be a very active person. In eighth grade, when everyone was beginning to *notice* each other, a lot of boys fell for Megan. Some nasty girls in her eighth grade class saw how well she got along with the boys and were jealous. They started spreading rumors about her, saying that she loved hanging out with boys so much because she was a lesbian.
Megan had fallen victim to the same problem her mother had. She stopped playing sports, hurt by the words of the other girls. She started to do whatever she could to fit in with the girls. She would stop eating for days at a time to look like they did. She dressed in only the best clothes. She flirted with guys. Whatever it took. When she was in ninth grade, word that she had kissed a boy flew around the school. The girls lost interest in teasing her. Now she was just another one of them.
But she missed her active lifestyle. In eleventh grade, she started playing sports again. She was still a very good sports player, but she never lost her girliness. She figured out to get the best of both worlds. She no longer starves herself, and she realizes how awful harming herself to be like other people was. She runs around a lot. At the same time, she still fusses about her clothes and appearance and sees boys as more than just friends. She has finally found herself, and now she is ready for whatever senior year will bring. Or is she?
Picture&&Celebrity:
Emma Watson
Appearance:
Head: Megan has hair that can look dirty blonde or light brown, depending on the lighting and what she's wearing. Her hair falls to a little past her shoulder. She has lightly tanned, smooth skin. Her eyes are a deep brown, almost black color, but they manage to be bright and lively most of the time. Her lips are not thick or thin, pink, and almost always curved into a smile.
Body: Megan has a petite body. People often think she is years younger than she really is. This is one reason people are usually surprised to find she plays sports. She is not tall, and she doesn't have a strong build. She is short and thin. She is fit, and she has a flat stomach. Her arms and legs aren't abnormally short, but they are far from long.
Style: Megan wears whatever looks good on her. This can mean anything, but generally, when she's not wearing a sport uniform, she wears jeans and fitted t-shirts. In the summer, she'll wear looser clothes and miniskirts. But in the cold weather, she wears long pants with thin, nice jackets.
N O W Y O U[/u]
Name: Jenna
Age: Almost 15!
Gender: Female
Chase is: Confuzzled. And by that, I mean confused.
RP Sample:
A light caught Jack’s eyes; a light that all who knew him well could recognize. It meant he was about to try something that might not work out so well. He reached up to his head and gave his hair a little ruffle, making it messy. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he caught Brendon smirking, but he ignored it.
“Watch this,” he said softly into Brendon’s ear as he walked away. He grinned widely as he sidled up to the blond girl across the room. She was on her hands and knees, grumbling about the papers she had spilled. Her long, wavy hair had fallen in front of her face, sheilding her red lips and blue eyes. He caught his brother’s eye before bending down next to her.
“Can I... help you?” he asked her, putting a special emphasis on the word ‘help.’ He definitely wanted to help this girl. He glanced across the room to see Brendon rolling his eyes. Jack glared at his twin and returned his attention back to the girl. She was very pretty, and, from the few words they had exchanged, sweet as well. Plus, she was in the IT Girls clique, making her allowable. He’d have to weave his way into her very carefully, but she was certainly a keeper!
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