Post by Sklyar Monet Batts on Aug 1, 2011 23:10:28 GMT -6
MS AWKWARD DUCKLING
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DAY IN DAY OUT.
WATCH HER SCREAM, WATCH HER SHOUT
NAME • Skylar Monet Batts
NICKNAMES • Sky, but she likes Skylar better
AGE • 18
DATE OF BIRTH • October 31, 1993
BIRTHPLACE • Liverpool, England
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Heterosexual
OCCUPATION • Student
YEAR • 12
MAJOR• Art Major
CLIQUE • Nerd[/color][/font]
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GIVE HIM/HER EARS, GIVE HIM/HER EYES
HAIR • Brunette
EYES • Chocolate brown
METAL • None
INK • None
HEIGHT • 5' 6" 1/2
WEIGHT • 120
FEATURES • Bright eyes, nice cheek bones, and cute nose.
PLAYBY • Nina Dobrev
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OF HIS/HER[PUT ONE ACTION HERE] TO THEIR [PERSONALITY TRAIT]
LIKES • Painting, sketching, reading, history, books, fantasies, day dreaming, bunnies, being alone, sunny weather, chick flicks, puppies, smiling, math, ball point pens, biting her lips, the color green, water, and playing with her hair.
DISLIKES • conflict, her awkwardness, her poor experience with boys, meeting people's eyes, people drawing or writing or taking pictures of her, people touching her, being nervous, not knowing something and people taking advantage of her.
SECRETS • has never been kissed by a boy, been taken out on a date by a boy, or has slept with a boy. And has night blindness meaning that she can't see in the dark.
FEARS • spiders, pitch darkness, and death.
RANDOM FACTS • When nervous she draws to distract her.
PERSONALITY • Skylar is a very awkward girl to say the least. Don't be offended if she doesn't met your eyes or respond to you when you talk. She has very bad social skills and often get very nervous in large social situations. She tries to blend in and not get noticed a lot. She doesn't like to be around people and much rather be alone with some paints and a canvas. Yes, Skylar loves to paint and draw and sketch. She normally carries around a sketch pad and will sometimes sketch people that she sees, but when they notice her she will run away not wanting them to be offended or angry. Conflict is just not her thing. You'd win any argument against her because she just won't be able to fight back.
Skylar is very innocent. She basically has never done many things like go on a date, have her first kiss, or have sex with anyone. Actually just someone bringing up sex makes her extremely nervous and embarrassed and it's just not good. Oh Skylar is very smart too. She loves school and loves learning, but wishes that that she could go back to homeschooling where it was only her. So basically this is Skylar. Love her or hate her.
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"SHE/HE DIDN'T STAND A CHANCE", THEY SAID
FAMILY • Skylar's mother's name Rosa and her father's name is Thomas. Her mother is a teacher and her father is a news reporter. They are both 45.
HISTORY •Well when Skylar was born her parents decided that she would be home schooled so she wouldn't be affected by the bad influences of some kids in public school. So Skylar grew up with her mom teaching her everything she needed to know and well this was probably why Skylar became so socially awkward. Skylar almost never went to parks or malls, but when she did she would just cling to her mom and not look at the other people. Her mother was worruckied about her though so she tried to get Skylar to have someway to express herself. Her mother gave Skylar a blank canvas and paints and left her alone in a room. When she came back Skylar had painted a self portrait that was amazing to say the least. From now on Skylar always drew and painted for fun or for an outlet.
Horror struck Skylar when her mother told her that she had enrolled her in Wigmore academy. Skylar didn't want to leave and she was thirteen so she'd be like the new girl in the grade because you were allowed to enroll at the age of eleven. Even though Skylar begged and pleaded her mother insisted that this was best for Skylar because of her awkwardness and her talent of drawing. Still, Skylar didn't want to have to go to Wigmore, but she did. It wasn't long before the awkward girl was labeled a nerd.
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LET THE WORST GET THE BEST OF HIM/HER[fill this out by YOUR gender not character gender]
NAME OR ALIAS • Hollay
AGE • meh
FOUND US? WHERE? • Molly
SHORT ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE •
Beth was very confused to say the least when Pretty Boy seemed unfazed by Beth slamming the door in his crotch. Most guys would have been on the ground cursing her name and writhing in pain because well a shot to the balls was fatal for guys. So why in the world was Pretty Boy acting like he was perfectly fine and didn’t even seem to notice what Beth did. Nothing. Beth was nothing. Not even a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. What the hell was up with him? Did he like not feel pain or was he just a fabulous actor. Either way it was very weird. He was weird. This whole situation was weird. Now he was the freaky, perverted, stalker, pretty boy. What a title. Beth guessed that he was quite proud of it too. Thinking about his title more she wondered if he did this to other girls. Stalk them, that is. Was he one of those very obsessive guys that just had to have a girl when he saw one? If he was then well she would like to meet these girls and ask how she could shake him off. I mean they must have or maybe he just moved on when he found another girl. Was Beth his newest victim or was it possible that he was stalking multiple girls and just waiting for one to crack and give up and let him win. Oh God, just the thought of him being like that. It was so creepy and twisted and sick. Like something someone would make a horror film about. Oh Lord, just the thought of it gave her the chills and she lightly shook her head trying to get the idea out of the head and she was successful in doing so.
“Believe it or not, Beth. I did it.” He said running one hand through his hair. Yeah right. Did he really believe that she was going to believe that he had done this all by himself? Impossible. A pretty boy like him couldn’t have done this all by himself. She could definitely see him hiring someone to plan this date out and make it for him. Yeah, no doubt that he did just that. Typical pretty boy attitude. How did she know so much about this? Well all her judgments and thoughts about him and his kind came from what Delilah told her. When Delilah would come home from a date she would tell Beth everything about it and sometimes Hayden would listen in just to laugh and tell Delilah, “told you so”. Yeah, Hayden would always warn Delilah not to go out with them, but Delilah would just ignore him and go anyway. One time Beth asked why she did that and Delilah said it was because she had nothing better to do, which Beth sort of understood, but she didn’t understand why Delilah would put up with their treatment and annoyance. Beth still didn’t get it and knew that she never wanted to go on a date with a pretty boy again. They were quite annoying and Beth just wanted to stab them. “Sure.” She said her tone conveying her doubt in his statement. There was no way he did this all. It was way too good and romantic and nice. So far the most romantic thing Pretty Boy had done for Beth was bring her stupid chocolates and flowers that would die in a week. What a great present. That was just what every girl wanted from the guy that was stalking her. Well at least Beth knew that that was what she wanted…not.
Beth drummed her fingers on the table waiting for him to answer her question about their whole question deal thing. “One question. Any question I’ll answer it honestly. Make it count.” He said his tone lacking emotion or care like it had before. Not like she cared though. Even like this his voice annoyed her ears. She observed him as he placed his hand under his chin and looked at her waiting for her to ask her question. She only had one so she had to think about it. It had to be good and it had to answer one of the questions she wanted answered the most. Then something crossed her mind. What if he came back and did something that questioned her more. What was she going to do then? He wouldn’t answer her question so she’d be screwed. Maybe she could just save it. Yeah…she would save it. That was what she was going to do. “I’m going to save my question.” She said in a matching tone to his. She didn’t know how he’d react to that, but honestly, she didn’t care.
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The date had been horrible. No one had died…sadly. She wasn’t lucky enough to have had Pretty Boy die. Honestly the date had been quite silent. The only noises they made were them breathing. Mostly they just glared at each other a few times. Obviously they hated each other and well that was just fine with her. That meant that he wasn’t coming back and the Lord knew that that was all she really wanted, for him to leave. Wasn’t she just a lucky, lucky girl? As Pretty Boy drove her home she didn’t look at him, only the scenery that was around them. She was grateful that there was one good thing happening this night and at least she had one pretty thing to look at tonight. The moon was bright and the stars were twinkling. The air was warm and well that was the only good thing of the night that nature was so nice tonight. Beth almost jumped for joy when they finally made it to her house. She was almost free. All she had to do was walk to her door and she was done. She was done with this horrible night. She could do whatever she wanted and she would never have to see him again. Beth remained emotionless when Pretty Boy stopped the car and got out. When he opened her door he shot her a glare that she knew meant not to shove the door in his crotch again. Not wanting to possibly feel Pretty Boy’s wrath she let him open the door and climbed out of the car. Brushing her dress off, she noticed he didn’t offer his hand and she almost smiled, but didn’t. He was catching on. It definitely took him long enough. So then the two walked to her door and he said stiffly, “Goodbye, Beth.” She blinked her big, blue eyes and nodded. “Night, Pretty Boy.” She said her voice seriously lacking emotion.
When she turned to open her door, suddenly he grabbed her wrist. “Wait.” He blurted out and she turned around slowly not sure what was going on, but she knew that she was scared by the possibilities of what could happen. Was he making a move? Oh God, she hoped he wasn’t because she definitely wasn’t prepared for if he did except her knife, but then again the neighbors could see, which would be bad. She didn’t really want to go to jail for killing such an annoyance. Then suddenly he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in. Their bodies touch and she did a little, silent gasp at the move. Well she hadn’t expected this to happen especially after he acted like he hated her as much as she hated him. Her whole body tensed up as she waited for him to make his next move. As she waited she stared into his matching blue eyes that were almost just like hers. She blinked at him and thought to herself, “Beth…just stab him dead.” She just couldn’t do that though. She couldn’t move. She was locked into his grasp by his arm and his icy blue eyes. What was she going to do? Part of her wanted to see what he was going to do, while the other part of her wanted to just run away. She was so torn.
Then out of nowhere he kissed her. He kissed her full on the mouth. At first she just stood there, eyes large with shock, but as he continued to gently kiss her lump lips she found her eyes fluttering closed and she even kissed him back. Yes, Beth kissed him back. Their lips molded with each other perfectly like two halves that had been destined to be brought together. As he moved on hand to her cheek and the other on the small of her back trying to bring her closer, which Beth didn’t know was possible because their bodies were already pressed together and their stomachs were touching each other. Still Beth wrapped her arms around his neck to help bring the two closer together. Even though Beth was supposed to hate him she couldn’t stop kissing him. His lips were getting addictive and Beth found her kisses more urgent and wanting. She couldn’t help it. His lips were soft, but slightly chapped, which Beth surprisingly liked…a lot. Also being this close allowed her to take in his melt worthy scent that she hadn’t noticed before. Not to mention the spark she got by his gentle touches to his skin. If this wasn’t magic Beth didn’t know what was. This got interesting when his kisses started to bring in more passion and roughness, which Beth automatically matched. It felt natural kissing him…even…right. Wait. What was she saying? This was Pretty Boy. She hated him? No, she did hate him. At the realization of what she was doing she pulled away from their kiss and their touch and looked at the ground. God, she felt like she was in high school again because she was getting all shy and nervous again. Not good. Not good at all. “I-I got to go.” She said quickly and opened her door and slipped into her house. Closing the door behind her, she exhaled and slid down her door wondering why in the world she had just done that. It scared her that she liked it and she liked his touch on her. How could this be? This was crazy! Running a hand through her hair, she lightly touched her lips and blinked how. “Oh my God…I kissed Pretty Boy.” She said completely freaked out and confused. Beth had a feeling that this would only lead to trouble and well a lot of confusion on her part. Now all she wondered was how Pretty Boy was feeling now. Did he like it? Was she good? Wait. Why did she care? She hated him…right? Well she thought she did, but now that she kissed him she was really confused and she didn’t know. Oh if this was ever a time for someone to tell her what to do it was now. She needed some advice desperately because she was literally going crazy. Completely and utterly crazy. Her head was going to burst if she couldn’t figure her feeling quickly. Slowly standing up she took off her heels and walked to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she blinked at herself and touched her lips again. ‘These lips were just kissing Pretty Boy.’ She thought to herself and she noticed that some of her lipstick was off. Obviously it was on his lips right now and she wondered if he noticed. Well he probably would notice eventually. He’d have to look in a mirror eventually and then he’d see it. Beth wondered what his reaction would be though. Would he smile or laugh or feel embarrassed. Ugh! There she went again thinking about him and his feelings! She didn’t care about him or his feelings so she shouldn’t be thinking about them. Beth sighed and decided to just stop thinking about him for awhile. She needed to focus on something more important. Like hunting and well now she needed to think about sleep. Taking all her makeup off and brushing her teeth, Beth walked to her bedroom and stripped down. Putting on pajamas she crawled into bed and got under her blankets. Laying her head on the pillow she tried to think of anything, but Pretty Boy until she eventually fell asleep.
Beth drummed her fingers on the table waiting for him to answer her question about their whole question deal thing.
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The date had been horrible. No one had died…sadly. She wasn’t lucky enough to have had Pretty Boy die. Honestly the date had been quite silent. The only noises they made were them breathing. Mostly they just glared at each other a few times. Obviously they hated each other and well that was just fine with her. That meant that he wasn’t coming back and the Lord knew that that was all she really wanted, for him to leave. Wasn’t she just a lucky, lucky girl? As Pretty Boy drove her home she didn’t look at him, only the scenery that was around them. She was grateful that there was one good thing happening this night and at least she had one pretty thing to look at tonight. The moon was bright and the stars were twinkling. The air was warm and well that was the only good thing of the night that nature was so nice tonight. Beth almost jumped for joy when they finally made it to her house. She was almost free. All she had to do was walk to her door and she was done. She was done with this horrible night. She could do whatever she wanted and she would never have to see him again. Beth remained emotionless when Pretty Boy stopped the car and got out. When he opened her door he shot her a glare that she knew meant not to shove the door in his crotch again. Not wanting to possibly feel Pretty Boy’s wrath she let him open the door and climbed out of the car. Brushing her dress off, she noticed he didn’t offer his hand and she almost smiled, but didn’t. He was catching on. It definitely took him long enough. So then the two walked to her door and he said stiffly,
When she turned to open her door, suddenly he grabbed her wrist.
Then out of nowhere he kissed her. He kissed her full on the mouth. At first she just stood there, eyes large with shock, but as he continued to gently kiss her lump lips she found her eyes fluttering closed and she even kissed him back. Yes, Beth kissed him back. Their lips molded with each other perfectly like two halves that had been destined to be brought together. As he moved on hand to her cheek and the other on the small of her back trying to bring her closer, which Beth didn’t know was possible because their bodies were already pressed together and their stomachs were touching each other. Still Beth wrapped her arms around his neck to help bring the two closer together. Even though Beth was supposed to hate him she couldn’t stop kissing him. His lips were getting addictive and Beth found her kisses more urgent and wanting. She couldn’t help it. His lips were soft, but slightly chapped, which Beth surprisingly liked…a lot. Also being this close allowed her to take in his melt worthy scent that she hadn’t noticed before. Not to mention the spark she got by his gentle touches to his skin. If this wasn’t magic Beth didn’t know what was. This got interesting when his kisses started to bring in more passion and roughness, which Beth automatically matched. It felt natural kissing him…even…right. Wait. What was she saying? This was Pretty Boy. She hated him? No, she did hate him. At the realization of what she was doing she pulled away from their kiss and their touch and looked at the ground. God, she felt like she was in high school again because she was getting all shy and nervous again. Not good. Not good at all. “I-I got to go.” She said quickly and opened her door and slipped into her house. Closing the door behind her, she exhaled and slid down her door wondering why in the world she had just done that. It scared her that she liked it and she liked his touch on her. How could this be? This was crazy! Running a hand through her hair, she lightly touched her lips and blinked how. “Oh my God…I kissed Pretty Boy.” She said completely freaked out and confused. Beth had a feeling that this would only lead to trouble and well a lot of confusion on her part. Now all she wondered was how Pretty Boy was feeling now. Did he like it? Was she good? Wait. Why did she care? She hated him…right? Well she thought she did, but now that she kissed him she was really confused and she didn’t know. Oh if this was ever a time for someone to tell her what to do it was now. She needed some advice desperately because she was literally going crazy. Completely and utterly crazy. Her head was going to burst if she couldn’t figure her feeling quickly. Slowly standing up she took off her heels and walked to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she blinked at herself and touched her lips again. ‘These lips were just kissing Pretty Boy.’ She thought to herself and she noticed that some of her lipstick was off. Obviously it was on his lips right now and she wondered if he noticed. Well he probably would notice eventually. He’d have to look in a mirror eventually and then he’d see it. Beth wondered what his reaction would be though. Would he smile or laugh or feel embarrassed. Ugh! There she went again thinking about him and his feelings! She didn’t care about him or his feelings so she shouldn’t be thinking about them. Beth sighed and decided to just stop thinking about him for awhile. She needed to focus on something more important. Like hunting and well now she needed to think about sleep. Taking all her makeup off and brushing her teeth, Beth walked to her bedroom and stripped down. Putting on pajamas she crawled into bed and got under her blankets. Laying her head on the pillow she tried to think of anything, but Pretty Boy until she eventually fell asleep.
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