Post by Taylor Grace Brayson on Jul 3, 2011 17:06:07 GMT -5
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[/center]Hey! I go by Jitterbug. I am Fifteen(sixteen in 6 days) and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for 5 1/2 or so years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by Email or Private Message.
Name: Taylor Grace Brayson
Nickname: Tay, T, Tay Tay, TG, Taylor Grace
Age: Sixteen
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Heterosexual (Straight)
Playby: Alexis Dzenia
Member Group: Regular Sophmore
Appearance: Taylor is has a fair skin tone, which causes her hazel green eyes to stand out among her features. Her hair is golden brown color which waves down to just past her shoulders. She stands at Five foot One in a half.. which she will tell you half if you ask her how tall she is. She doesn't like being short but that doesn't mean she isn't tall enough to kick you in the nads boys!
Her body is slim but toned, as she is athletic and loves to jog, swim and run. Taylor has a small birthmark on the back of her right knee that she thinks looks like a smiley face while others just see a squiggly line.
Personality:
Taylor is the loud, outgoing girl most people want to be friends with. Shes always there for a good laugh or if you need to talk. Though she speaks her mind which not a lot of people like, where she will bluntly tell you your ugly or she hates you. But, most of the time shes very friendly and open to making new friends.
When it comes to those darn guys though she gets quiet and timid. Her tongue gets twisted and she doesn't know what to say. She gets the butterflies for every guy that is nice to her which ends up to her getting used and hurt. She hopes though one day those butterflies will find her true love.
Likes:
Music
Running
Swimming
Drawing
Writing
Jogging
Meeting new people
Candy
Flowers
Dislikes:
Obnoxious Annoying people
Mood Killers
Drugs
Alcohol
Quiet
Staying Still for too long
being used
Being told what to do(that will really piss Taylor off)
Mother: Hillary Brayson, Fourty Four, Contract Manager at a law firm.
Father: Fredrick Brayson,
Siblings: name, age, occupation
Pets:
Whiskers, Cat (Lives with mother)
History: Taylor has always been that perfect child, the perfect girl, that was the barbie on the outside the real girl on the inside wanted to go run around meet boys, sneak out, party. Not stay inside do homework and listen to mom and dad. She always felt that way till the time she was Fourteen, which was the "accident" as her mother called it.
Her father was a firefighter, and on the way home from a job the firetruck had collided with a semi. She remembered the funeral, where she dropped the rose on his casket. Swearing there was no more of this barbie princess. And that's when she became the wild child. Her mother in grieving couldn't handle the changing teenager and when Taylor's grades came in from her first year of high school. Her mother gave up and sent her to Richmond. Now Taylor's awaiting her adventures in this new exciting place where she can start some havoc.
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Roleplay Post
The recently rained on grass, were shining in patches where the sunlight was peaking through the clouds. It was time like these that Aria took advantage of a time to think and bond with her dragon, Naraj. Sure the wind was whipping and it felt like a dozen bees stinging you at once with each blow of the wind across your face. But, it was fine to Aria.
Aria was sitting next to her dragon, Naraj curled around her, his wings tucked in. His head laying on Aria's legs. The only sounds were of them breathing at the same rythm. In....out....in....out. The warmth from Naraj was comforting as she thought about her next two years with a new apprentice. Blayce was his name, his father was a Dragon Rider, a well known one at that. He should have been a elder but, If Aria had that chance she would turn it down. Your dragon gets weak you lose the thrill of the fight. All you did as a elder was sit on your ass in a room.
Another short blast of wind, and Aria shuddered a bit. Naraj raised a great black eye at her. She shook her head wanting to just be in nature. She thought about that night that had changed her life... both their lives. The night they had been attacked it was nothing but fear for her. Seeing her master getting a sword shoved in her gut, and then a seering pain to come across her body.
Aria lifted her hair which was braided down the side, she lifted it off her shoulder, looking at the scar. Naraj nudged his head against her chest.
"Don't think about it Aria."The great red giant spoke to her in thought speak as all dragons did. She raised her hand and layed it on his head scratching behind his horns. She moved her hair back into place, looking around at the grassy area that seemed to go on for miles. And it proably did.
Aria was sitting next to her dragon, Naraj curled around her, his wings tucked in. His head laying on Aria's legs. The only sounds were of them breathing at the same rythm. In....out....in....out. The warmth from Naraj was comforting as she thought about her next two years with a new apprentice. Blayce was his name, his father was a Dragon Rider, a well known one at that. He should have been a elder but, If Aria had that chance she would turn it down. Your dragon gets weak you lose the thrill of the fight. All you did as a elder was sit on your ass in a room.
Another short blast of wind, and Aria shuddered a bit. Naraj raised a great black eye at her. She shook her head wanting to just be in nature. She thought about that night that had changed her life... both their lives. The night they had been attacked it was nothing but fear for her. Seeing her master getting a sword shoved in her gut, and then a seering pain to come across her body.
Aria lifted her hair which was braided down the side, she lifted it off her shoulder, looking at the scar. Naraj nudged his head against her chest.
"Don't think about it Aria."The great red giant spoke to her in thought speak as all dragons did. She raised her hand and layed it on his head scratching behind his horns. She moved her hair back into place, looking around at the grassy area that seemed to go on for miles. And it proably did.
