Post by FARREN TAYLOR on Jul 21, 2011 17:11:39 GMT
FARREN ALAINA TAYLOR
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[/size][/center]hello! i am Hannah Nunyabiz and i am 16 years old. i am boarding the female giraffe(hehe), and i have been role playing for a few years. also, i play no other characters. if you want to contact me, reach me at rayeelove on aim. that's all folks!
THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
[/font][/center]FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
FULL NAME : Farren Alaina Taylor
NICKNAMES : None really, except the occasional "Fairy".
AGE : 19. September 1, 1991
GENDER : female
ETHNICITY : Caucasian
RELIGION : unsure
SEXUALITY : heterosexual
STATUS : single
MEMBER GROUP : Ecclectic
YEAR : Freshman
PLAY-BY : Lucy Hale
THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
[/font][/center]WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
FARREN'S DISLIKES :
- meat
- high school
- catty girls
- sluts
- techno music
- the word "mayonaise"
- the vegas heat
- blood
FARREN'S LIKES :
- animals
- books
- coffee
- eco-friendly things
- nature
- cold weather
- bass guitar
- writing
GOALS :
- to write a novel
- to graduate
- to see the world
- to move to England
- to fall in love(even though it scares her to death)
FEARS :
- eternal writer's block
- death
- she'll die alone
SECRETS :
- she wishes she could have been cooler in high school
- she smokes weed occasionally for inspiration, but hardly ever.
WEAKNESS :
- musicians
- shutting everyone out
STRENGTHS :
- Writing
- playing piano, bass, and acoustic
OVERALL PERSONALITY :
- Quiet: She doesn't consider herself shy, by any means. She just doesn't see the need to be a big ball of sunshine all the time. She likes to lay low. Of course, if you are one of her very close friends, she will talk your little ears off because she's kept it all in all day, but other than that, she keeps to herself.
- Intelligent: Growing up in school, she was a very nerdy girl . She made all A's in school, and it was just made known that she was a smart young lady. She still to this day is, for you can't get rid of your intelligence if you have it, but she doesn't spend all of her time studying. It's college. Best years of your life right?
- Musically Inclined: As a child, she took piano and fell in love with the instrument right away. As she grew older, she began taking interest in other instruments. Right now, she plays the bass, the piano, and the acoustic. You can sometimes see her playing a little at the local coffee shop on open mic night when she doesn't have her nose in a book or a laptop.
- Closeted Hopeless Romantic: Being an avid reader and writer, she's in love with the thought of Romance and thinks it would be great to have a fairytale ending. Though, she doesn't want to tell people that for fear of getting hurt. It's pretty cliche, but cliches are cool nowadays.
- Passionate: It was evident before she could walk that she was a passionate soul. She puts 110% in everything she does, and you can tell in her writing, her music, and in her relationships.
- Dreamer: She tends to forget about the real life, despite her skeptic nature. She thinks she's going to be the next best writer straight out of college, yet she hasn't even written a book yet, just short stories.
- Determined: Her dreams and her Determined nature go hand and hand. Even though she deosn't know what the future holds for her writing career, she is willing to do anything to get what she wants. This goes for other things, as well.
- Skeptical: She's always wondering what the catch is in things. She can never get her head around something without knowing that something is 100 percent legitimate. This goes for people, mostly.
- Hardworking: She works her ass off for everything. She doesn't believe in just putting one foot in it
- Despite it all, funloving: THe title says it all. SHe's not a prude at all. She likes to go have fun with her friends. Now, she isn't one to go into a bumping club in a slutty outfit and get drunk, but she doesn't mind having a good time elsewhere.
SUBJECTS :
- Music: She not only writes stories and whatnot, but also, songs. She thought it would be a nice class to take considering she is minoring in the subject.
- Creative Writing: She wants to become a writer, so it makes since she would take this class.
BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
[/font][/center]JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
HOMETOWN : Aurora, North Carolina
CURRENT RESIDENCE : Las Vegas, Nevada
MOTHER'S NAME : Carol Taylor
FATHER'S NAME : Joseph.
SIBLINGS :
None
OVERALL HISTORY :
"Book worm! Book worm! Farren's a book worm!"
Elementary school was hard for little Farren. Before then, everyone got along, and if you were a "book worm" it meant you could read, and that was cool. But, in third grade, if you were always reading, you were a nerd. And in a small town, you were always a nerd from the day it was determined, until the day you left. And so, that's who Farren was: the book worm nerd.
At first, she didn't mind it. Her parents would always tell her that when she grew up, no one would make fun of her for spending her time reading and writing and studying. Though, it only got worse as she entered the higher grades. She was punished for being smarter than the other kids. Of course, she wasn't one to wear her heart on her sleeve, so crying to her mother wasn't an option. Instead, she just built up walls around her to keep out the mean comments and taunts. Perhaps this was why she still keeps to herself.
In high school, she began writing. I guess you could say she went through sort of an emo stage, spending most of her time cooped up in her room writing poems and sad songs. That didn't really help her in the popularity department. She was labeled as a loner, and was always given mean looks.
"Why don't you party?"
"Why don't you talk?"
"Why do you care?"
Throughout high school, she hid behind her books and notebook, not bothering to make a scene with the mean people who made her high school life hell. She graduated with honors, and moved straight to Las Vegas to get as far away as she could from the small town of Aurora, far away from them. She changed last summer: her clothes, her hair, everything outwards. THough she acts like she doesn't care about things, she actually does. She didn't want to be in that situation she had gone through just a year before. She wanted acceptance. And so, here she was, in Las Vegas, a whole new person, just trying to be normal.
Of course, because she got so interested in writing, she still wants to become an author. She has already jotted down a few ideas on some novels, one being about her life. Everyone likes a good nerd-turned-cool story, right? She also still persues music, just for the simple fact its fun for her, and it gives her inspiration.
FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
[/font][/center]THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :
Waiting was never something Lorelai was good at. Being an only child, she normally got what she wanted when she wanted it, and if not, a simple bat of the eyelashes would do the trick. The thought had crossed her mind quite a few times that if she just simply flirted with a nice looking boy at the party, they would be happy to take her home. Not all boys were pigs, right? The problem was, she didn’t necessarily want to take the chance. She had seen date rapes happen to her friends and acquaintances. She didn’t want to be that girl; At least, not just for a ride home.
So, she supposed William Sarrlow would have been the perfect candidate. Wait, what? William Sarrlow? The guy that was set on a schedule for every second of his day? The guy that was a bit aggressive when agitated, oh I don’t know, by girls who called at 2:30 in the morning asking him to drop everything he had planned to pick her up at some party she had no business attending? Lorelai must have been crazy. It only made sense to call him though. They were so close during the summer, and for some reason, she misinterpreted his actions for care. As she waited for what seemed like forever, she began to wonder if they actually were that close. Then, she got the text that seemed like a God-send:
“Be there in twenty”
A large relieved sigh escaped her pouted lips as she brought the phone up to her chest, her eyes closing, whispering to herself, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Her prayers had been answered, and in twenty short minutes, she would be safe in the familiar car she had spent so many summer days in. Of course, she spent these days with Willie without her mother’s knowledge. It didn’t matter if they had just been friends. His tattoos and piercing would have sent Ms. Reagan Daelune into Cardiac Arrest. It was nothing personal. Ms. Daelune was just very protective of her daughter, and knowing such a, well, “bad ass” eighteen year old was hanging out with her innocent sweet sixteener would send her over the edge.
It didn’t matter to Lorelai. It seemed that moving away from her southern roots had made her stray away from the nice gentlemen she normally met back in Tennessee, and over to the bad boys. Yes, Lorelai had sort of fallen for the dark-headed boy with the tattoos and the nose piercing. No, it wasn’t really a crush. It was more of a summer infatuation. It quickly ended when she saw Simon Chapman, but then again that ended, too. Shoot, Lorelai liked everyone. Poor girl. She was destined to get her heartbroken. Perhaps that was why they stopped talking, and perhaps that was why she was reluctant to call him. She liked their weird friendship that wasn’t really a friendship but it was because yada yada yada. She didn’t want to ruin it with her stupid teenage girl feelings. So, she dropped it altogether, as well as him. Or maybe he dropped her? It was all too confusing to think about at now 3 in the morning.
She was beginning to get impatient now, shuffling on her feet and constantly looking towards the street for the El Camino. Shouldn’t he be here by now? It was 3:01. Checking her phone for the fifth time in that minute, she began to do the math. He texted her at 2:50. So, she had ten minutes. That wasn’t so bad, right? Turning to look back through the window in the house, she saw the guy that had just hit on her a few minutes before was now taking some other blonde by the hand up the stairs. Another sigh of relief escaped her mouth involuntarily, and she felt her breathing begin to calm down a bit. He was gone, and she was no longer being hunted by him. Maybe this ten minutes wasn’t going to be so bad. But, really, why was he taking so dadgum long?!
Finally, she saw the familiar vehicle come riding along the turn towards the house, and a large smile made its way onto her face. HE was just on time. Then, she realized something. She looked like a total mess. Her makeup was running, her hair was frizzing from the heat outside, and she was shaking all over from fear and nervousness. She had always looked her best in front of him. Actually, she had always looked her best for everyone she met. It was just her nature. However, she guessed he wouldn’t mind. Actually, he probably would be to tired to even notice. Still, it bothered her. Wiping her tear stained cheeks with the sleep of her jacket, she stood up and waved sheepishly at the car that was making its way towards the house. She suddenly felt guilty as she saw him, his face looking as if he hadn’t gotten any sleep in days. And then it hit her….She ruined his schedule. She, Lorelai Daelune, ruined his whole day. Way to go, Lorelai. You haven’t talked to him in weeks, and this is the way you reunite? Stupid girl.
Walking to the car, she raised a hand to her mouth like a person would do if they realized they had done something so wrong, there were no words. When she made it to the car though, she managed to say “Thank you so much for doing this, Willie…I-I’m really I messed your night up.” before walking over to the passenger side and gently placing herself in the seat. Shutting the door behind her, she turned to look at the tired eighteen year old. “Oh goodness…Seriously, thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done….” she trailed off and wrapped her arms around his neck, but soon pulled away quickly. Did he like hugs? She couldn’t remember. “Um, you saved my life there.” she said with a laugh to make it seem like she wasn’t that upset. She couldn’t show him that she was a wreck. That was unacceptable.
