Post by skyejohnson on Dec 20, 2010 9:14:18 GMT 10
BASICS
Character name: Skye Elizabeth Johnson
Age and year at school:17 years old, and a Junior
Gender: Female
Gift/Talent:Performing Arts; Dancer
Will your character be boarding at DSGT? Yes.
APPEARENCE
Hair:Skye has blonde hair that go to her chest. She wears it in “Taylor Swift” curls most of the time.
Body: 5’6 and 120, she’s a dancer and has a very slim (small) frame.
Face Claim/Character Model:Brittany Snow
SPECIFICS
Gift/Talent:Skye is a dancer. She has been in Modern,Jazz, Ballet, and freestyle. She is very passionate about her dance, it comes first in her life. She loves it, but she still feels rather tied to her mother with dance. She loves to just turn some music on and let her body do the talking.
Likes: Dance. Music.Art.Beaches.Constant Noise. Laughing. Running around big cities. Watching. Learning. Fashion. Photography. Swimming. Big cities. Beaches. Rain. Early Morning. Airports.Airplanes. Traveling.
Dislikes: Silence. Sitting still. Listening to long speeches. People under estimating her. People trying to understand her and her past. Loosing. Being alone in a room, unless it’s the dance studio. People sneaking up on her.
Strengths: Skye is very confident and strong. She is creative. She has a great sense of humor If you get to know her. She is also very spunky. She is very strong minded and speaks her opionon.
Weaknesses: When you first meet Skye, she may come off as cold. Her past has harded her in a way that not many understand. She can’t stand the silence; she needs music, or chatter, even whispers calm her. She is very closed if you don’t know her very well, and its hard for her to open up
Dreams/Goals: 1.Prove her mother wrong. 2.Become a famous dancer. 3.Find a boyfriend who really understands her.
Her Secret Skye’s mother was a dancer, and as soon as Skye was 2, she became a dancer too. Her childhood was what you may call privileged. The big house, the houses, the painted portraits. But behind the big wood doors, there was a young girl, being abused. Being thrown down the granite stair, and slammed into the crystal doors, because she skipped a move in her dance routine. Her crys could not be heard, and her body to weak from dancing to fight back. Still, dancing was her passion. When she could get away from her home, and be in a dance studio alone, it was her heaven, her home. The abusing continued until she was 16, when her mother sent her away, to this school, to become someone. And now all that’s left of that little girl is the scars that wrap her body, the scars that she can’t hind. And the memories that taught her.
Siblings:Nope.
THE AUTHOR
What's your name? Emmy
How old are you? 15
Are you male or female? Female
Where'd you hear about us? Roleplay directory.
Any other characters on the site? If so, who? None currently.
Got any gifts or talents of your own? I’m an actor I have been acting since I was 6 and I am very passionate about it . I want to be a famous actress when I grow up.
SAMPLE
“Skye walked quitly down the hall, as not to disturb her sleeping mother in the room at the end. She tipped toed down the stairs and spun as she did it so practicing her posture. She got to the kitchean and grapped her cup of coffee. She spun holding it above her head as she flipped her hair she saw her mothers siloet appear on the top of the stairs. Surprised she spilled her coffee. “Clumsy!” her mother spat at her. “Your clumsy. Martha!” her mother called her maid. Afraid that her mother could have the urge, even this early, to show her just how clumsy she really was, she quickly gathered her things. “I’m going to the studio, Mia is meeting me there, and we are working on routine for next week. I’ll be home at noon.” She said as she ran towards the door. “Work on your posture. Or we will have to when you get home.” A chill went down her spine, “okay.” She said quietly. She ran out into the early chill of the morning. Mia sat in her car, fixing her gloss. Mia looked up and opened the door. “You alright?” her friend asked with true concern. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She said hanging her head. “Lets go. “