Post by Peyton West on May 25, 2008 11:33:02 GMT -5
All About Who We Are;;
All About Whe We Can Be;;
What Was, Is, and Will Forever Be;;
Name: catty michelle =]
Age: seventeen!!
Years Rping: pretty much two =] omg two years myla! <33
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All About Whe We Can Be;;
Name: Peyton "Pattyn" West
Nickname:PatPey, pattyn
Name Meaning: to fight or a fighter.
Gender: Female
Age: seventeen
Pet(s): She has a finch birdie that she cares for. She caught it herself
Grade [If applicable]: Senior
Species: human. but if possible, i'd like to talk to someone about becoming a vampire. I would say so now, but my history doesn't fit in with it....
Appearance:
Peyton is, quite frankly, a gorgeous girl. Of course, there are those days that she just looks awful or low. But she tries harder than it looks on her appearance. If it weren't for the 15 minute get ready routine, she'd just have another plain Jane look. And that's the last thing she wants. The only thing that would never fit into the plain Jane look is her eyes. They shine softly as a blue ranging to a pale green. And they stand out more than most eyes or anything else on her face. It her favorite feature aside from her body shape.
Her face is an oval shape. Her cheeks are flat and she doesn't like them. She covers her lips with a light pink, or clear coat of chapstick or lipgloss. They are average small lips, but not thin. She'd like to have fuller lips though. Her nose sits just perfectly above her lips and between her eyes. It's a cute button nose that most people just want to poke or tease her about. Which she'll scowl and hide her nose after those.
Her hair is dead. It's really is. It's the one thing she doesn't take care of very much. The ends are split and her highlights have run down and faded out. The tips of her hair reach down to her C cup sized boobs and often stays there. She doesn't like to hassle with her hair, seeing as to which she may hide her face behind it if she chooses to. It's a color that ranges from dark brown (nearly black) to a more lighter brown depending on the season or weather. When the sun is out, she happens to have sun kissed red highlights that she forgets about till someone points it out.
Now, Peyton's body has always been small. It isn't because of the skating she does daily, but because of her all too fast metabolism. It works fast to rid and work off the food she eats so often. She finds this greatly irritating since she's been trying to gain a pound or two for some time now. And she hates how every guy seems the need to come up to see if she's easy enough for them. At least, the boys that find her attractive.
She doesn't really wear jewlery. It's not something she's hugely into. But she is occasionally found wearing a necklace, earrings or a ring. She has just recently thought about getting a belly peirce. But she figured too many guys would pay more attention to her. She believes that the more peircings you have, the more you seem to be sexually active, especially when it come to earrings. Studs compared to pearls or one pierce compared to two. It makes sense to her and she chooses not to give out the wrong image to people.
Celebrity: Megan Fox. That was a trick question wasn't it?
Personality:
Ah, Peyton West and her personality. It seems like two people at times. It's not that she doesn't know who she is. Because she's one of the few teenagers who know themselves. But she can be a big hypocrite at times that it doesn't seem to be the same girl. But that's only human isn't it?
She can't sit still for very long. When it comes to school tests and movies, she can bore quite easily. Her attention span just seems shorter than other people around her. She never trained herself to remain focused; unless it comes to skating. That's one thing she made herself stick to. She doesn't attend her classes everyday. Ditching once in a while is healthy... a quote she follows loosely from Twilight. You do see her sitting in her desk and talking with a few people during lunch, but some days she just leaves.
She's overall, a very complex girl. Part of this reason is because of her past. She tries to be as content as she can be, but there are times when images come up and she can't help but fall down. Her grams has accused her of being Bi-polar before because of her mood changes. She always ignores this comment, but she can't help but agree in some way that she may, quite possibly, have a minor bi-polar, or another disorder, problem.
Likes:
§ Skating it's her passion beyond anything else.
§ Little kids. She finds them adorable in so many ways.
§ Taking risks. This is her favorite thing to do.
§ School. It's the one place she can escape from her grandma. Other than places she skates off too. But she lies and says she's going to school.
§ Running. She loves to push her limit with running. She doesn't stop till her muscles no longer resond and her lungs don't expand to give herself enough air.
§ Hoodies. jeans && Paper hearts.
§ mini skirts and band tees.
§ boys hoodies, boys shirts and boys boxers.
§ bikini panties, black && red
Dislikes:
¬ Little kids. She may find them adorable, but they do get annoying sometimes
¬ breaking laws. Though you'll find her doing this once in a while
¬ guns. period. she hates them. They run fear in her blood.
¬ School credits she hates the school requirements. They drive her absoluetly insane.
¬ Driving. She prefers her board, but if driving is needed, she'll do it.
¬ Skimpy outfits
¬ little twelve year old very *friendly* persons
¬ elementary kids with iPods && cell phone
¬ very *friendly* persons and skanks. sleeper and Hoes.
Flaws:
→ can often be found skating around. it's one of the things she does as often as she can. She'll even play with her board under her desk.
→ Her slender fingers are often found picking at her hair, looking for split ends and pulling them apart. This, some people say, is a sign of being a perfectionist. But that's not what she always does. She plays with her hair often, teasing it by holding it into a ponytail but letting it drop and lay limp once more.
→ has a small tendency to be quite blunt about a few things. She doesn't hold her tongue well and is often found say something rude without thinking or putting out an opinion that she doesn't 100% stand with.
→ Singing or dancing randomly. She doesn't actually sing. But she mouths the words she knows and is often found "thrashing" or "rocking out" to the music playing in her ears. Other times it's the occasional dance move she decided to try or a simple rhythm sway of her hips.
Fears:
»Her past
» her future
» time
» failing
» guns
Hopes for the Future:
Being sucessful and happy.
A girl can dream, can't she!
What Was, Is, and Will Forever Be;;
Family: Her family is that of little, maybe more, importance to Peyton; her mother, Joy, though quite the opposite, Her father Ben, never really interfered with her life. And her cousin whom she loathes, Regina.
History:
Oh how i hate to write out the history of someone. Did you notice that histories seem to have something tragic in them these days? There never seems to be someone who just.. lives. Am i right? Well, here's one for you; Peyton's life. Nothing dramatic that she couldn't handle. Oh, no. Peyton didn't let herself fall into hands of someone else. Only herself.
Peyton was born at 2:30 PM of march 19th. ((myla if you know this date. shush up. i can't think)) Of course, her mother did all she could to avoid anything wrong with the pregnancy and growing up of Peyton West. Peyton had her own room, decorated by her mothers hand of a light yellow room with little butterflies. How.. pretty- Of course, as Peyton grew older, and her taste of decoratio changed she'd take a sharpie to her wall once in a while. Her mother noticed nothing untill Peyton decided to draw a tree that took up on whole side of her wall. It was done in pencil, no worries, but it was enough to throw her mother off the rocker for a while. This was when Peyton was 13; she recieved her frist groundation until futher notice. Yes, her mother was quite usure of what to do. But it was soon taken off when Peyton explained that she couldn't be cooped up in a yellow room her whole life.
Oh, may i mention that peyton and her family has, and shall, live in forks for the rest of their lives? Well... peyton's parents will. Peyton plans on leaving this boring town when she comes of age to do so. See, knowing everyone and their houses, their secrets their love lifes... it bothers peyton to know so much but not have a story of her own to tell. What fun is that? Perhaps that is why over the years, she became so rebellious. This little town wasn't big enough for her. She started to party with who ever and go into town to catch a few numbers that she'd never even call. Of course, her mother took notice and lectured, and lectured, and lectured. but Peyton is stubborn. And since she's almost 18, why bother listening to her mother's non sense?
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RP Example:
Amiye was not easily distracted; unless she was absolutely curious about something. But being on her board, she wasn't really curious about something. It was her, her board and her tricks. The flips she pulled and landed perfect or close to perfect. The feeling of how she knew she had it down and would remember later. It was all she started skating for; accomplishment. It was by far, the most thing she could ever accomplish greatly in her life. It was the most thing she was determined on now. Of course, this was after the life changing moment in her life... that accident that made her move here; Rio Vista... the town she disliked so much. But that wasn't something she thought often about or spoke about. That was only for her to remember, to tell. But she wasn't going to tell. Oh no, the only person who knew of what happened that night was Fran. And she was gone. Six feet under the ground now.... Amiye pumped her legs faster to rid of the thoughts. She could feel images starting to swim in her mind's eye and she didn't need that. No, not now when she was skating. That was her getaway....[/blockquote]
But no matter how hard she tried to forget about it the more it screamed in her ears. She frowned and pushed herself to grind the edge of the pool on the deep side. But she already knew what happen before it did. Her vision was already blurry but she had pushed herself anyway. She knew she wouldn't make the grind, but she needed to forget why she was even starting to hurt. So, call her a little emo, but she hated to think about the reason she moved it. It was a stupid thing to do.... She shouldn't have tried to save Fran; Fran who wasn't even really a friend. That night was beyond the most stupid thing Amiye had ever done in her life. Amiye tried to grab hold of the pools edge when her board lost the grip, but her palm was only scratched and she fell down the few feet to meet the bottom.
Pain. It came next as she expected. She didn't moan or hiss at the feeling. She knew what pain was and didn't get surprised by it. But she didn't move for a full 10 seconds, closing her eyes tight to push away the image of Fran, yelling out. Then she rolled over, slowly as every muscle seemed to become unresponsive. She pushed herself up and felt her board hit her ankle as it slid down the small hill to meet her. She pushed herself to sit on it and rested her head on her knees. She remembered the boy and decied that she didn't want his concern, "You know the cops'll be here soon. I'm pretty sure they have a tracking device on me." She joked lightly, as she stood up.
