Post by Joey Potter on Jun 21, 2007 1:51:22 GMT -5
I don't know if you can make original characters here, but...here it goes!
Name: Josephine 'Joey' Potter
Nicknames: Joey, Jo, Joe
Age: 15
Birthday: August 13th, 1991
Zodiac: Leo
Marital Status: Single
Nationality: Australian
Country & Town of Residence: Capeside, Australia
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Profession: Highschool
Hair: Dark brown, sometimes wavy. Often worn down, or in half pony tail. A few inches longer than to her shoulders.
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'3"
Travel Reason: Going to meet her sisters, Belle [10yrs] and Julie [21] and her brother, Brendon [25]. Her sister, Julie, is pregnant and soon to give birth. She had to stay in Capeside to finish her freshman year until summer break, until she could go to Pasedina, California, to meet them. Belle had already finished, and Brendon works in Pasedina. He had Julie bring Belle there, so Julie could be with Brendon when she gave birth. Joey would leave a week after them. If her father permitted it, of course.
Seat Number On Plane: 28A
Relationships: Joey doesn't think she has any special relashionships on the island.
Friends: Joey's friends with just about anyone who'll speak with her, and be friendly.
Family: Mother::Nicole::Deceased
Father::Adam
Sisters::Julie && Belle::21 && 10
Brother::Brendon::25
Bio: On August thirteenth, one summer evening, a cry split through the calm air. Josephine Potter had been brought into the world, full and healthy. Her mother held the small child in her arms. A little early she had come, but she weighed about six pounds. Adam crouched at one side of his wife, looking down at his child. He smiled as he ran his thick fingers through the thin, brown hair of his daughter. Julie sat at the end of the bed, six years old and tilting her head. She had a sister. Brendon sat on the other side of his mother, smiling down on his second younger sister. Couldn't be a sweeter famly. Or could it.
When Joey was four years old, her first and last younger sister was born. She felt neglected and alone, because everyone gawked over Belle. Julie and Brendon helped her though this stage of jealousy.
As Joey grew, she became shyer and shyer. She wouldn't speak unless called on in class, or directly asked a question. Unless she was offended in some way, then she would speak up. One day, Creg and Jayson, the two biggest jerks and Capeside High, the loser jocks who think they are all that, cut in line. Well, not smart. Turns out that in class the day before, they had kept getting off subject, purposly talking about the total opposite subject of Joey's project she was presenting. Joey was angry about that, and when she confronted the two that they had butted in line, they laughed and said, 'What's a little freshie like you going to do about it?' Creg, basically the leader of all the jocks, put a finger under Joey's small chin and smiled. He laughed and turned, slopping some lasanga on his tray. He still smiled at Joey, and he rubbed her cheek playfully with his pointer finger. Joey flipped. She knee'd him right in the place where guy's definetly don't want to be hit, kicked, or knee'd, and kicked him out of the way. Jayson laughed that his friend got beat up by a puney girl, and she threw her tray of food straight into his face. Jayson clutched his mashed-potatoe slopped face as the tray fell to the ground. Joey got Saturday Detention. Just goes to show. Don't mess with her.
Joey's father, Adam, was not a nice man. When Joey's mother became sick with breast cancer, the man went and cheated on her! Nerves, huh? Turns out he was on crack, and after Joey's mother died of cancer, he was arrested and sent to jail for using cocaine, though the cops didn't find out that he was trafficing it too. Joey and Belle went to live with their sister, Julie, who at that time was with her boyfriend, both unwed. They lived with her until their father got out of jail, who was pretty pissed his daughters ratted him out. He would try to beat them, but he would fail, because Joey would take Belle and run over to the neighbors' house. Her best friend's. Sure, they had only one way to get there. By paddle boat. Down and across the creek, but it kept their father away.
Roleplay example: [[From another site::]]
Bang.
Bang.
Someone was knocking on the front door. Claire sat up quicky, well alert that someone was wanting to enter at...Claire looked at her clock. 4:45 AM. She sighed. wondering who it was. She didn't get out of bed until she heard her mother scamper down the hall in her bathrobe.
Bang.
Bang.
Claire heard the front door open and the banging deceased. But now there was yelling. She could hear rain pouring from the sky, and she turned toward her window on the left. Droplets of rain fell onto the glass as she looked outside. Darkness surroundede the house, but Claire was not afraid.
"She's my....I should...."
Claire couldn't make out every word, but she knew it was not coming from her mother. It was a man's voice, much deeper than her mother's.
"Get out of...! Go.....! No right to see.....!"
this voice was definetly her mother's. "Who is that..." Claire whispered to herself. She blinked her blue green eyes sleepily and pushed the covers off of her body. She slipped her little feed onto the wooden floor, trying not to make a sound. She tiptoed across her bedroom placed her hand on the golden knob. The door knob felt cold, freezing, on Claire's palm as she carefully yet quietly turned t, peeking out of the crack. She was looking straight through the living room and at her mother in a purple bath robe. Rain spilled in through the door. Now she could hear everything. Yelling and all.
"Get out of here! Don't you ever come back here! You hear! You need help!"
she repeated about twice as the man's voice disapeared into the night. She heard two slams. Car doors, and then an engine. She turned her eye toward her mother again and she had her face in her hands, shutting the door. Carole Littleton leaned against the front door of her hands as she cried for only a minute before looking up, rubbing her eyes. Claire quickly shut the door as quietly as possible and scurried to her bed, climbing under her covers and turning on her side before closing her eyes.
Footsteps.
The door knob turned and Carole stepped io, not closing the door. She had rain water on her face, and her bathrobe was slightly damp. She walked over to her 8 year old daughter and got onto her knees next to her bed. Claire slowly opened her eyes, pretending to have been asleep. Into her mother's eyes, Claire stared. They showed fear, but she was trying to act like nothing was wrong.
"Who was that?"
asked Claire in her Australian accent, looking into her mother's eyes questioningly.
"Nobody important..."
said her mother, hugging Claire close to her body.
Name: Josephine 'Joey' Potter
Nicknames: Joey, Jo, Joe
Age: 15
Birthday: August 13th, 1991
Zodiac: Leo
Marital Status: Single
Nationality: Australian
Country & Town of Residence: Capeside, Australia
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Profession: Highschool
Hair: Dark brown, sometimes wavy. Often worn down, or in half pony tail. A few inches longer than to her shoulders.
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'3"
Travel Reason: Going to meet her sisters, Belle [10yrs] and Julie [21] and her brother, Brendon [25]. Her sister, Julie, is pregnant and soon to give birth. She had to stay in Capeside to finish her freshman year until summer break, until she could go to Pasedina, California, to meet them. Belle had already finished, and Brendon works in Pasedina. He had Julie bring Belle there, so Julie could be with Brendon when she gave birth. Joey would leave a week after them. If her father permitted it, of course.
Seat Number On Plane: 28A
Relationships: Joey doesn't think she has any special relashionships on the island.
Friends: Joey's friends with just about anyone who'll speak with her, and be friendly.
Family: Mother::Nicole::Deceased
Father::Adam
Sisters::Julie && Belle::21 && 10
Brother::Brendon::25
Bio: On August thirteenth, one summer evening, a cry split through the calm air. Josephine Potter had been brought into the world, full and healthy. Her mother held the small child in her arms. A little early she had come, but she weighed about six pounds. Adam crouched at one side of his wife, looking down at his child. He smiled as he ran his thick fingers through the thin, brown hair of his daughter. Julie sat at the end of the bed, six years old and tilting her head. She had a sister. Brendon sat on the other side of his mother, smiling down on his second younger sister. Couldn't be a sweeter famly. Or could it.
When Joey was four years old, her first and last younger sister was born. She felt neglected and alone, because everyone gawked over Belle. Julie and Brendon helped her though this stage of jealousy.
As Joey grew, she became shyer and shyer. She wouldn't speak unless called on in class, or directly asked a question. Unless she was offended in some way, then she would speak up. One day, Creg and Jayson, the two biggest jerks and Capeside High, the loser jocks who think they are all that, cut in line. Well, not smart. Turns out that in class the day before, they had kept getting off subject, purposly talking about the total opposite subject of Joey's project she was presenting. Joey was angry about that, and when she confronted the two that they had butted in line, they laughed and said, 'What's a little freshie like you going to do about it?' Creg, basically the leader of all the jocks, put a finger under Joey's small chin and smiled. He laughed and turned, slopping some lasanga on his tray. He still smiled at Joey, and he rubbed her cheek playfully with his pointer finger. Joey flipped. She knee'd him right in the place where guy's definetly don't want to be hit, kicked, or knee'd, and kicked him out of the way. Jayson laughed that his friend got beat up by a puney girl, and she threw her tray of food straight into his face. Jayson clutched his mashed-potatoe slopped face as the tray fell to the ground. Joey got Saturday Detention. Just goes to show. Don't mess with her.
Joey's father, Adam, was not a nice man. When Joey's mother became sick with breast cancer, the man went and cheated on her! Nerves, huh? Turns out he was on crack, and after Joey's mother died of cancer, he was arrested and sent to jail for using cocaine, though the cops didn't find out that he was trafficing it too. Joey and Belle went to live with their sister, Julie, who at that time was with her boyfriend, both unwed. They lived with her until their father got out of jail, who was pretty pissed his daughters ratted him out. He would try to beat them, but he would fail, because Joey would take Belle and run over to the neighbors' house. Her best friend's. Sure, they had only one way to get there. By paddle boat. Down and across the creek, but it kept their father away.
Roleplay example: [[From another site::]]
Bang.
Bang.
Someone was knocking on the front door. Claire sat up quicky, well alert that someone was wanting to enter at...Claire looked at her clock. 4:45 AM. She sighed. wondering who it was. She didn't get out of bed until she heard her mother scamper down the hall in her bathrobe.
Bang.
Bang.
Claire heard the front door open and the banging deceased. But now there was yelling. She could hear rain pouring from the sky, and she turned toward her window on the left. Droplets of rain fell onto the glass as she looked outside. Darkness surroundede the house, but Claire was not afraid.
"She's my....I should...."
Claire couldn't make out every word, but she knew it was not coming from her mother. It was a man's voice, much deeper than her mother's.
"Get out of...! Go.....! No right to see.....!"
this voice was definetly her mother's. "Who is that..." Claire whispered to herself. She blinked her blue green eyes sleepily and pushed the covers off of her body. She slipped her little feed onto the wooden floor, trying not to make a sound. She tiptoed across her bedroom placed her hand on the golden knob. The door knob felt cold, freezing, on Claire's palm as she carefully yet quietly turned t, peeking out of the crack. She was looking straight through the living room and at her mother in a purple bath robe. Rain spilled in through the door. Now she could hear everything. Yelling and all.
"Get out of here! Don't you ever come back here! You hear! You need help!"
she repeated about twice as the man's voice disapeared into the night. She heard two slams. Car doors, and then an engine. She turned her eye toward her mother again and she had her face in her hands, shutting the door. Carole Littleton leaned against the front door of her hands as she cried for only a minute before looking up, rubbing her eyes. Claire quickly shut the door as quietly as possible and scurried to her bed, climbing under her covers and turning on her side before closing her eyes.
Footsteps.
The door knob turned and Carole stepped io, not closing the door. She had rain water on her face, and her bathrobe was slightly damp. She walked over to her 8 year old daughter and got onto her knees next to her bed. Claire slowly opened her eyes, pretending to have been asleep. Into her mother's eyes, Claire stared. They showed fear, but she was trying to act like nothing was wrong.
"Who was that?"
asked Claire in her Australian accent, looking into her mother's eyes questioningly.
"Nobody important..."
said her mother, hugging Claire close to her body.
