Post by ace on Feb 24, 2010 16:57:15 GMT -5
HAYDENSCOUTHARPER !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: scout
age: seventeen
gender: decidedly female
grade: senior
sexuality: pan-smexual
played by: hayley williams[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
scout may not be considered stereotypically beautiful or sexy even but the teenager does manage to carry off a certain amount of charm. let’s start with the most obvious trait of hers, the one that’s bound to get her most attention and make a good quantity of people mutter ‘what the fuck’, her hair. it’s quite literally a beacon or flashing amber and orange, not many kids could really get away with turning dirty blonde locks into a mass of arrogantly bright tones. It started as a child, she would dye her hair red for the sake of being a bit of a rebel but there was only so many different shades the world was ready to offer her and so she had to find something a little different, more out there and in your face. this of course resulted in the vivid orange we see today. with pale skin tones to contradict such bright colours, a match like this would be able to wash some people out, make them look positively ill but somehow the small girl gets away with it, fuck, it even suits her. adding another splash of colour to this already stunning pallet, her eyes are a light green however tie perfectly in with her hair with small flecks of amber running through the green. some slightly less creative people would call her eyes a murky green but they clearly don’t have hours of free time to stare at them, out of boredom scout had studied mirrors for hours at a time and they are definitely green and amber. all of these colours are squashed onto rather a small canvas, standing at only five foot one scout isn’t out of the danger zone of being called both cute and sweet. on the odd friday when classes are over and she allows herself to plan party-tastic weekend, full of drink and too heavy bass lines you’ll only see a small flicker of vibrant hair as she dashes from the building. it’s easy to blend in when you’re so little but with a light bulb for a hairpiece it makes it a greater challenge.
eye-catching; probably the word best to describe her appearance in general however when it comes down to clothing scout known how to best compliment her chosen trends. often found to be wearing dark colours and pastels, it’s only when she’s feeling especially brave or really wanting a good few stares that she will dare break out the bright red skinnies. bright clothing on this girl looks even more vivid and lit up because of her delicately pale flesh and brilliant hair. this is why she usually sticks with black, it’s safe and considering most of her band tees only come in black then it’s bloody handy as well. oversized hoodys are her best friend especially when she wakes up late, missing class and having to roll out of bed still half asleep. scout tends to make something of a statement with some of her wardrobe, she will go from band tees and boy’s jeans to animal print dresses and pretty little frocks. she gets bored easily and as a result likes to experiment however the one staple item of clothing she packs is a pair of skinny jeans, countless in fact and in a range of shades of colours. her personal and her taste in music is expressed through her clothing but also her mood. If she is feeling cheery as hell, bright colours are in order and extravagant pieces however when she wants to fade into the background she’ll be dressed in something a little more plain and with her hood drawn over that cheery hair of hers. her wardrobe is somewhat…bipolar.
personality:
not only does her wardrobe have a sense of bipolar to it, so do her moods. though scout can be the most adorable thing she can also be a right moody little bitch. her past is somewhat rocky and though she may not use such a thing as an excuse for her moods they probably are to blame. being shifted from home to home doesn’t install the greatest confidence in someone however she covered it well most days. there are few times you won’t catch her with a beaming grin on her face whilst ranting about some shitty little band she caught last night or some rare vinyl she found in some backend of nowhere store. it’s refreshing, she takes utter joy from the slightest of things in an almost childlike way. saying that though she certainly isn’t a child and has been very much aware of this for a number of years. from an early age scout quite liked a bit of a wind up, she has rather a lack of enthusiasm for authority. she downright dislikes it however the greatest enjoyment is found is trampling over it. despite her frequently devious actions she never seems to have any wrath behind them, like she’s just doing it for the hell of it; for kicks. scout makes it blatantly clear that she had nothing against the people in fact she could even go as far as respecting a person whilst she still fucks with them just because of their position. it’s an urge she simply can’t exist and the same goes for breaking the law. sure, you wont catch her committing fraud or some mass murder but she likes to have a laugh and has an unhealthy love for arson. you would have though her chosen hair colour would be something of a clue but most are shocked that such a sweet girl’s sweet eyes could become masked and manic at the sight of flames.
like any normal teenage girl, she had her bad days however scout has the ability to make herself seem stupidly mature with them. you won’t catch her throwing tardy insults or making rude gestures unless intoxicated but instead she’s infuriatingly witty and her sharp tongue doesn’t help. getting on the wrong side of her can be quite dangerous, she may only be five foot and a fart but scout is known for being infinitely fiery and passionate about what she believes and if it falls to a point where she just gets plain pissed off, she can deliver quite a mean punch. her passions however reach further from her mere opinions, for years now scout has believed that the logical side of her brain is just plain not working. math and much lateral thinking with go right over her head however without hesitation she is able to throw herself into something creative. art and music are two of her great loves and when she isn’t gushing about her favourite artists of musicians she will be creating her own masterpieces. it’s what she gets for having a retard living in the other side of her brain, the side she actually cares for is a right bloody genius. on the whole scout is pretty easy to get along with however she is equally easy to underestimate.
likes:
people, parties, fire, drinking, stupid films, music, art, the sheer mess you can make with oil paints, flea markets, garage sales, vintage stores, books, poems, stories, lyrics, old school disney, cartoon network, the mainstream anime stuff like death note, roman dirge, singing along to the radio whilst driving, messing about, pulling ever so slightly mean pranks on friends, sleep, photography, video games, passionate people, playing guitar, playing piano, wirtting, singing and all that shizz!
dislikes:
utter blind stupidity, anyone who takes themselves too seriously, waking up before noon, whores; or at least whores who like to openly admit their whore-ish ways (although then again it’s honest so there’s some respect there), the colour brown, that murky tone you get when mixing a shit load of paint, hangovers, the morning after a one night stand, when things get out of hand, the police, stuck up people, shitty songs getting stuck in your head.
strengths:
music in general, her vast knowledge in various instruments, acting as if her ego is far larger than it is, being take to take a joke, her ability to smile in the most awkward of moments making them even more awkward, her flare for creativity, her total and utter sanity.
weaknesses:
people being upset is her pet peeve as it has the terrible effect of making her want to fix it and give them a cuddle, she is at time overly affectionate, scout has an unbelievable weak will, she tends to be a little much to handle and can’t resist some good ol drama.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: drake o harper
siblings: ginny h harper
significant other (s): n/a
pets: pikachu zeh ferret
hometown: nashville, tn[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
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RP sample:
short steps were somewhat stumbled though kaia wasn’t drunk, most certainly not. that would have been highly out of character behaviour on her behalf. the bottle of taboo firmly clutched between fingers however would argue such a case but it was only half empty. despite her small five foot stature, kaia could drink the bulkiest of males under the table and still be standing afterwards; she had a high tolerance of alcohol. it turned out to be a pretty lame skill here since much of her drinking was to seek such an effect as being shit faced drunk but alas it was terribly hard to get so far. this was no fun though, drinking alone and all, every other boring fucker was in bed although there was one particularly friendly person running up and down the halls shouting obscenities. those insane folk were a right laugh and she would have asked the poor boy to join her in a somewhat half arsed knees up but she didn’t want to cut across his fun. her form had on more clothes than it had probably seen in weeks, an old R.E.M hoodie that she had stolen off one of her mothers kept her upper torso warm and a pair of dark boxers she had stolen from some poor soul kept her lower torso safely concealed. both items she hadn’t remembered ever adding to her wardrobe but fuck it, it was dark so she felt no need to search for her usual scantily clad attire. she would make do with comfy for this one night although after observing her very sober self in the mirror for a moment she had decided she still looked downright fuck-able anyway, glitter or no glitter.
the pockets to her hoodie were considerably overstuffed with shredded card and the odd twig and stump she had recovered from the garden just moments before. it was a little damp but kaia didn’t fancy freezing her arse off whilst finding somewhere nice and cosy to finish off her bottle and maybe have a sleep. she always got caught drinking indoors and so she had been struck with the brilliant idea of taking her game outside. her self destructive habits were sort of lagging recently, she simply didn’t have the balls to poke some of the rowdier students into doing the job for her, she wanted to be hurt but not slain. it was a heavy task trying to pick out those who wouldn’t get a little stab happy if you provoked them enough. though she liked drinking and parties prior to coming here, she wasn’t one to drink alone. a social drinker, drug user and whatever else she could find to do. if she couldn’t find someone to fulfil her needs. her initial plan had been to scurry on up to the roof and start her little inferno and party for one up there but mr.crazy seemed to be heading that way and he would only somehow manage to scald himself on what was bound to be the smallest fire in existence. no, sadly she would have to back up on herself and head back to the garden to camp outdoors. camping in this place was probably deemed close to suicide, if the weather didn’t cause you to freeze you arse off and die one of the handy little lunatics would probably do it for you.
finding her way back to the poorly lit garden, she hadn’t thought this through too well. with little light she could feel her feel sinking every now and again into the muddy ground and without shoes she had nothing to protect her skin from becoming stained and rancid. padding away from the building as far as the ground would possibly allow her, she found a somewhat concealed area and slumped down into the slightly damp grass, the blades touching the back of her legs caused goosebumps to rise against her flesh but it was better than sitting in mud at least. empting her pocked and shuffled around a few rocks, pebbles, whatever she could find in the earth and under the moist leaves to create something that pathetically resembled a pit. laying down her wood followed by the card and sandwiched by some more wood it was something of a masterpiece; a masterpiece only someone slightly delusional would consider as such but still, it would do. fishing around in the now empty pocket she tugged out a lighter, her usual box of matches had gone missing recently so she had taken to lifting a lighter from one of the avid smokers in the school. still, it didn’t compare to a match and that funny smell you achieved after blowing it out. with her little fire slowly growing to life, she tucked her little treasure back into her pocket and leaned back against a tree that stood behind her.
kaia took a small sip from her half full bottle before her features broke out into a slight smile. “fucking fantastic.” her tones were blatantly slurred with a delicate growl of sarcasm, undermining the comment. this was far less fun and even less time consuming than she had planned.
the pockets to her hoodie were considerably overstuffed with shredded card and the odd twig and stump she had recovered from the garden just moments before. it was a little damp but kaia didn’t fancy freezing her arse off whilst finding somewhere nice and cosy to finish off her bottle and maybe have a sleep. she always got caught drinking indoors and so she had been struck with the brilliant idea of taking her game outside. her self destructive habits were sort of lagging recently, she simply didn’t have the balls to poke some of the rowdier students into doing the job for her, she wanted to be hurt but not slain. it was a heavy task trying to pick out those who wouldn’t get a little stab happy if you provoked them enough. though she liked drinking and parties prior to coming here, she wasn’t one to drink alone. a social drinker, drug user and whatever else she could find to do. if she couldn’t find someone to fulfil her needs. her initial plan had been to scurry on up to the roof and start her little inferno and party for one up there but mr.crazy seemed to be heading that way and he would only somehow manage to scald himself on what was bound to be the smallest fire in existence. no, sadly she would have to back up on herself and head back to the garden to camp outdoors. camping in this place was probably deemed close to suicide, if the weather didn’t cause you to freeze you arse off and die one of the handy little lunatics would probably do it for you.
finding her way back to the poorly lit garden, she hadn’t thought this through too well. with little light she could feel her feel sinking every now and again into the muddy ground and without shoes she had nothing to protect her skin from becoming stained and rancid. padding away from the building as far as the ground would possibly allow her, she found a somewhat concealed area and slumped down into the slightly damp grass, the blades touching the back of her legs caused goosebumps to rise against her flesh but it was better than sitting in mud at least. empting her pocked and shuffled around a few rocks, pebbles, whatever she could find in the earth and under the moist leaves to create something that pathetically resembled a pit. laying down her wood followed by the card and sandwiched by some more wood it was something of a masterpiece; a masterpiece only someone slightly delusional would consider as such but still, it would do. fishing around in the now empty pocket she tugged out a lighter, her usual box of matches had gone missing recently so she had taken to lifting a lighter from one of the avid smokers in the school. still, it didn’t compare to a match and that funny smell you achieved after blowing it out. with her little fire slowly growing to life, she tucked her little treasure back into her pocket and leaned back against a tree that stood behind her.
kaia took a small sip from her half full bottle before her features broke out into a slight smile. “fucking fantastic.” her tones were blatantly slurred with a delicate growl of sarcasm, undermining the comment. this was far less fun and even less time consuming than she had planned.
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