Post by pilot on Apr 8, 2009 21:04:37 GMT
Character's Name (nicknames): Pilot {Pie} Shields
Gender: Female
Age:17
Category: Human
Sub-Category: N/A
Sexual Orientation:Straight
Family: Auntie Ellie & her son Gan & her husband
Character History:
Her adopted Family was crowded; seven children all forced into a tiny house in Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn, New York, ages ranging from elementary into teenage years, Pilot being the second to youngest - the one that was hit hardest by having so many siblings. Never able to stand up for herself, little girl had a difficult lifestyle - constantly the butt of the jokes, the smallest of the children, the one that remained little and fragile while the others grew and gained weight. There were four boys, three girls; males all rowdy and uncontrolled by weary parents, the house in constant disarray - broken dishes, loud voices, blaring music that reared from behind slammed and locked doors.
Parentals were not exactly helpful in this area, not believing in spankings or raised voices, but instead letting their litter of children run free like hooligans, comforting themselves with the fact that their tiny Pie was the 'good' one, the one who never caused trouble but instead tried her best to help out - assuring themselves that she would be the one to go to college, to make something for herself, to not follow in the footsteps of her elder sister; who by sixteen already had a son. Occasionally caught up in money issues - though the family possessed a modest wealth, as well as a beautiful home in a relatively safe area - most time was dedicated to working and saving, paying off debts and remaining anxious, leaving their children to raise themselves.
Middle school was the hardest of the years, attention gained by this suddenly curvacious girl, so much older looking than she truly was. It gained her a great deal of spoltight, several older boys from local high schools becoming extremely interested with hopes to take advantage. But Pilot stubbornly retained her innocence, simply folding in upon herself in an order to be defensive, ignoring the hoots and whistles and this suddenly painful popularity.
High school was even worse, if possible. She sunk into herself, remaining within a cold hard shell, neglecting chores and the formerly tight knit friendships gained within family suddenly falling slack. The girl was shut up within her room, forever blaring music, solemn and unreachable; disgusted with the entire population of New York City and their perverted mindset. The tauntings of her male peers haunted her endlessly, as did the occasional passing grabs in the hallways. It depressed her, flattening her joyful persona into something unrecognizable. That is, until finally, her parents recognized the problem.
Attempting to talk to Pilot failed hopelessly, only illicted a lot of sulking and tears and mumbled cries about sexual harrassment and hating school. It greatly concerned the Shields, who finally contacted a close relative in Washington. The famous, beloved Auntie Ellie, who lived within the town of Quileute with her six year old son, Gabriel. After great debating, it was arranged that Pilot would stay with her for the summer; but as days turned into months, Pie's attatched to the little Washington Town grew to an unfathomable amount, eventually begging to stay permenenatly.
Her parents deliberated, hating the idea of their second baby leaving, but it had been so long since they'd heard such elation in her voice, such joy. At last they finally allowed her to stay, but with promises to do well in Quileute High, to help look after Gabriel and perhaps invest in an after school job. She's wholeheartedly agreed, falling into comfort in the town where mythical stories are homey fairytales, where boys are respectful enough not to make a pass at you in the hall and where there is peace and quiet and actual darkness all night long.
Character Appearance:
Pie was one of the unfortunate girls in middle school; the one who stood out because her figure was suddenly curvacious, her features morphing into that of a young woman's rather than an adolscent girl. It illicited a lot of stares and several older boys attempting to take advantage, though she fought them off with vengeance. Finally, at the age of fifteen, her body and her face are easing their progess to match her age; only being able to pass for sixteen, at the oldest. Glad to finally look her true years.
Standing at an extremely petite 5'0", her frame is slight; small, but not overly thin. She's muscular - a natural born runner, having been on track teams since Middle School. Muscles are long and lean, stomach flattened from years of training and constantly watched diet. The one thing she takes completely seriously is her health, watching calories, eating plenty of fruits and vegetables; pleased with the results and the knowledge that it may increase her lifespan.
Hair is dark, chestnut brown to match the set of espresso colored eyes that fill her delicate features. Locks fall somewhere mid shoulder, occasionally blunt cut to the length of her chin though it is a rare sight to behold. They're naturally curly, straightened into submission between the heated panels of a flat iron. Their hues are glossy, a multiple array of various hues; ranging from ligher browns to nearly ebony, high lighted from days spent in sunshine. Strands are glossy, thick with health, glad to have inherited such a mane of hair with little effort of work on her part. Features are delicate; composed of high cheekbones, and a long, angular nose. Eyes as of a matching shade, chocolatey brown with undertones of gold. They are deepset - fringed with lacey, black lashes and shielded by thinly arched brows.
But Pilot is not without physical flaws; the scatter of freckles across her nose has caused her more annoyance in the passing years than anything else. She finds herself to be too short, as well, hating the fact that she is nearly a foot smaller than most of the kids at Quileute High school; completely unaware that many of them carry the blood of werewolves, hence their abnormal growth. She strongly envies the girls who strut about with their luxuriously long legs and statueesque bodies, wishing greatly to shoot up at least five inches, though it is all wishful thinking. She's also taken to loathing the light brown beauty mark that is placed upon her right cheek, no amount of makeup able to hide the tiny spot, though she's always attempting.
When it comes to style, she's a strange mixture between vintage and the newer trends - finally settling somewhere between a look of girlish feminity, edged with a more modern style. It is strictly Pilot's, and has a somewhat childish charm to it - her wrist always adorned in a plastic beaded bracelet with a giant red heart on it, something to be found in a four year old's dress up set. She is quite strictly her own person, any attempts made to distinguish her true personality and style always ending badly for those who try.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+Love
+Prettiness
+Strength
+Smarts
+Cuteness
+fun
- Weak
-small
-gulable
-love
-Trusting
-dreamer
Personality:
Romantic, daydreamer. There are no truer words to be spoken about Pilot, who forever yearns for the fantasy of fairytales to have a ring of truth to them - so completely unaware of the mythical world that swirls about her in the little town of Quileute. She's heard the stories of the elders, strives to believe them, though many find her desire to believe in such fables as pathetic and something to be discouraged. She still maintains the hope that generational stories have a ring of fact to them; forever searching for something to confirm the existence of werewolves, spirits, and "cold ones". It may seem a helpless attempt, but everyone needs something to believe in, and this is Pie's chosen faith....after all if she is a mermaid... what reason is there not to believe in all this.
An avid daydreamer, it is quite rare to catch Pilot fully focused within the realm of reality; always floating off into thoughts that are far more captivating than school work or a job. Eyes are nearly always half lidded, carelessly roaming the hallways, rarely on time for anything - at least ten minutes late for every class, something that vexes the more focused and solemn of her peers. She's unfailingly optimistic, but in a more childish sense; forever cheerful, even during the worst circumstances. It is this innocence that causes many to become fed up with her, writing her off simply as immature and air headed, though she's quite the opposite.
Her intelligence is not that of the norm - but really, is anything about her personality normal? - more in tune with human emotions than anything else. She can pick up and reflect upon other's moods quite easily, having an uncanny ability to guess what another is thinking, simply based on the expression of their face. A gift that she takes quite seriously, always extremely cautious when approaching other human beings, known to respond almost overly apologetically if she feels she's been offensive. Theres a downside to this, however, mood often diminishing along with the one of her partner's; if she were the enter the room of a person within deep depression, her own cheerful mood would immediately sink into a state of unhappiness to match their own.
Pilot is quite absent minded - not in the manner that she's clumsy, for running has added a slight grace to her movements. For her to trip and fall is quite a rarity. Instead, she's better known to lose her things; not little things, either. Not an earring or a set of sunglasses. No, expensive things. Cellphones, ipods, car keys; valuable things. They always go missing around Pie, only to be found in the most random and troubling of places; rammed into a box of kleenex, knocking beneath the old carpet of the laundry room, wedged in to the cabinets that contain cereal. It's because of this that nearly every one of her items has some type of warrenty to ensure a replacement, should - and it will happen - she lose it.
Her personality is quintessentially Pilot; not to be changed, altered, stifled in any manner. She's vibrant, playful and very much her own person.
RP sample:
See Jacob's!
Celebrity Claim: Sophia Bush
Your Name (nicknames): You guys know me as Jake!!!
Gender:Female
Age:13
Other Characters: Yepp Jacob Black
Read the Rules?: ghostly
Gender: Female
Age:17
Category: Human
Sub-Category: N/A
Sexual Orientation:Straight
Family: Auntie Ellie & her son Gan & her husband
Character History:
Her adopted Family was crowded; seven children all forced into a tiny house in Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn, New York, ages ranging from elementary into teenage years, Pilot being the second to youngest - the one that was hit hardest by having so many siblings. Never able to stand up for herself, little girl had a difficult lifestyle - constantly the butt of the jokes, the smallest of the children, the one that remained little and fragile while the others grew and gained weight. There were four boys, three girls; males all rowdy and uncontrolled by weary parents, the house in constant disarray - broken dishes, loud voices, blaring music that reared from behind slammed and locked doors.
Parentals were not exactly helpful in this area, not believing in spankings or raised voices, but instead letting their litter of children run free like hooligans, comforting themselves with the fact that their tiny Pie was the 'good' one, the one who never caused trouble but instead tried her best to help out - assuring themselves that she would be the one to go to college, to make something for herself, to not follow in the footsteps of her elder sister; who by sixteen already had a son. Occasionally caught up in money issues - though the family possessed a modest wealth, as well as a beautiful home in a relatively safe area - most time was dedicated to working and saving, paying off debts and remaining anxious, leaving their children to raise themselves.
Middle school was the hardest of the years, attention gained by this suddenly curvacious girl, so much older looking than she truly was. It gained her a great deal of spoltight, several older boys from local high schools becoming extremely interested with hopes to take advantage. But Pilot stubbornly retained her innocence, simply folding in upon herself in an order to be defensive, ignoring the hoots and whistles and this suddenly painful popularity.
High school was even worse, if possible. She sunk into herself, remaining within a cold hard shell, neglecting chores and the formerly tight knit friendships gained within family suddenly falling slack. The girl was shut up within her room, forever blaring music, solemn and unreachable; disgusted with the entire population of New York City and their perverted mindset. The tauntings of her male peers haunted her endlessly, as did the occasional passing grabs in the hallways. It depressed her, flattening her joyful persona into something unrecognizable. That is, until finally, her parents recognized the problem.
Attempting to talk to Pilot failed hopelessly, only illicted a lot of sulking and tears and mumbled cries about sexual harrassment and hating school. It greatly concerned the Shields, who finally contacted a close relative in Washington. The famous, beloved Auntie Ellie, who lived within the town of Quileute with her six year old son, Gabriel. After great debating, it was arranged that Pilot would stay with her for the summer; but as days turned into months, Pie's attatched to the little Washington Town grew to an unfathomable amount, eventually begging to stay permenenatly.
Her parents deliberated, hating the idea of their second baby leaving, but it had been so long since they'd heard such elation in her voice, such joy. At last they finally allowed her to stay, but with promises to do well in Quileute High, to help look after Gabriel and perhaps invest in an after school job. She's wholeheartedly agreed, falling into comfort in the town where mythical stories are homey fairytales, where boys are respectful enough not to make a pass at you in the hall and where there is peace and quiet and actual darkness all night long.
Character Appearance:
Pie was one of the unfortunate girls in middle school; the one who stood out because her figure was suddenly curvacious, her features morphing into that of a young woman's rather than an adolscent girl. It illicited a lot of stares and several older boys attempting to take advantage, though she fought them off with vengeance. Finally, at the age of fifteen, her body and her face are easing their progess to match her age; only being able to pass for sixteen, at the oldest. Glad to finally look her true years.
Standing at an extremely petite 5'0", her frame is slight; small, but not overly thin. She's muscular - a natural born runner, having been on track teams since Middle School. Muscles are long and lean, stomach flattened from years of training and constantly watched diet. The one thing she takes completely seriously is her health, watching calories, eating plenty of fruits and vegetables; pleased with the results and the knowledge that it may increase her lifespan.
Hair is dark, chestnut brown to match the set of espresso colored eyes that fill her delicate features. Locks fall somewhere mid shoulder, occasionally blunt cut to the length of her chin though it is a rare sight to behold. They're naturally curly, straightened into submission between the heated panels of a flat iron. Their hues are glossy, a multiple array of various hues; ranging from ligher browns to nearly ebony, high lighted from days spent in sunshine. Strands are glossy, thick with health, glad to have inherited such a mane of hair with little effort of work on her part. Features are delicate; composed of high cheekbones, and a long, angular nose. Eyes as of a matching shade, chocolatey brown with undertones of gold. They are deepset - fringed with lacey, black lashes and shielded by thinly arched brows.
But Pilot is not without physical flaws; the scatter of freckles across her nose has caused her more annoyance in the passing years than anything else. She finds herself to be too short, as well, hating the fact that she is nearly a foot smaller than most of the kids at Quileute High school; completely unaware that many of them carry the blood of werewolves, hence their abnormal growth. She strongly envies the girls who strut about with their luxuriously long legs and statueesque bodies, wishing greatly to shoot up at least five inches, though it is all wishful thinking. She's also taken to loathing the light brown beauty mark that is placed upon her right cheek, no amount of makeup able to hide the tiny spot, though she's always attempting.
When it comes to style, she's a strange mixture between vintage and the newer trends - finally settling somewhere between a look of girlish feminity, edged with a more modern style. It is strictly Pilot's, and has a somewhat childish charm to it - her wrist always adorned in a plastic beaded bracelet with a giant red heart on it, something to be found in a four year old's dress up set. She is quite strictly her own person, any attempts made to distinguish her true personality and style always ending badly for those who try.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+Love
+Prettiness
+Strength
+Smarts
+Cuteness
+fun
- Weak
-small
-gulable
-love
-Trusting
-dreamer
Personality:
Romantic, daydreamer. There are no truer words to be spoken about Pilot, who forever yearns for the fantasy of fairytales to have a ring of truth to them - so completely unaware of the mythical world that swirls about her in the little town of Quileute. She's heard the stories of the elders, strives to believe them, though many find her desire to believe in such fables as pathetic and something to be discouraged. She still maintains the hope that generational stories have a ring of fact to them; forever searching for something to confirm the existence of werewolves, spirits, and "cold ones". It may seem a helpless attempt, but everyone needs something to believe in, and this is Pie's chosen faith....after all if she is a mermaid... what reason is there not to believe in all this.
An avid daydreamer, it is quite rare to catch Pilot fully focused within the realm of reality; always floating off into thoughts that are far more captivating than school work or a job. Eyes are nearly always half lidded, carelessly roaming the hallways, rarely on time for anything - at least ten minutes late for every class, something that vexes the more focused and solemn of her peers. She's unfailingly optimistic, but in a more childish sense; forever cheerful, even during the worst circumstances. It is this innocence that causes many to become fed up with her, writing her off simply as immature and air headed, though she's quite the opposite.
Her intelligence is not that of the norm - but really, is anything about her personality normal? - more in tune with human emotions than anything else. She can pick up and reflect upon other's moods quite easily, having an uncanny ability to guess what another is thinking, simply based on the expression of their face. A gift that she takes quite seriously, always extremely cautious when approaching other human beings, known to respond almost overly apologetically if she feels she's been offensive. Theres a downside to this, however, mood often diminishing along with the one of her partner's; if she were the enter the room of a person within deep depression, her own cheerful mood would immediately sink into a state of unhappiness to match their own.
Pilot is quite absent minded - not in the manner that she's clumsy, for running has added a slight grace to her movements. For her to trip and fall is quite a rarity. Instead, she's better known to lose her things; not little things, either. Not an earring or a set of sunglasses. No, expensive things. Cellphones, ipods, car keys; valuable things. They always go missing around Pie, only to be found in the most random and troubling of places; rammed into a box of kleenex, knocking beneath the old carpet of the laundry room, wedged in to the cabinets that contain cereal. It's because of this that nearly every one of her items has some type of warrenty to ensure a replacement, should - and it will happen - she lose it.
Her personality is quintessentially Pilot; not to be changed, altered, stifled in any manner. She's vibrant, playful and very much her own person.
RP sample:
See Jacob's!
Celebrity Claim: Sophia Bush
Your Name (nicknames): You guys know me as Jake!!!
Gender:Female
Age:13
Other Characters: Yepp Jacob Black
Read the Rules?: ghostly