Post by peytonmoore on Aug 20, 2010 22:16:51 GMT -5
PEYTONLEAHMOORE !
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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: Usually just goes by Peyton, but occasionally Pey or Peyt
age: Sixteen
gender: Of the female variety
grade: Rising Junior
sexuality: Straight
played by: Ashley Tisdale[/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]
Eyes:Brown
Hair:Brown, straight
Skin:Lightly tanned
Height:5'4"
Weight:124
Tattoos/Piercings:She has a small butterfly tattoo on her lower right of her back. Her ears are pierced, her navel is pierced, and her tongue is pierced(though she doesnt always wear the ring for it)
personality: Peyton is an upbeat girl who always wears a smile. She is the kind of person that gives hugs as a greeting, and makes people want a hug from her, even if they hate hugs. She has a warm personality, and loves to have a good time. She is always there when someone needs her, no matter what. When she gets angry though, beware. She can be viscous when she is upset. This mainly happens when her or her friends feel threatened.
likes: Tennis, photography, boys, flirting, giving advice, meeting new people, early morning, rain, thunder, lightning, tattoos, piercings.
dislikes: Girls who starve themselves, people who are always late, fake people, drama, people hurting her friends, being called crazy
strengths: photography, tennis, her warm personality, her kindness, willing to do anything for a friend(even if it means getting in trouble), intelligent, fin to be around
weaknesses: She speaks before she thinks sometimes, and it usually gets her into trouble. She lets people in a bit too easily, which allows her to get hurt often, gullible, attractive boys.
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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: Tyler Moore, deceased, was a Police Officer, Peyton and him were Very close
siblings: None
significant other (s): Single.
pets: Had a beagle when she was 7, but he ran away.
hometown: Tennesse, which explains the southern twang in her voice[/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]
other characters here: None
best way to reach you: PM or AIM:justmechelsea
RP sample:
Nicole Winter's viewing. She couldn't believe it. She didnt expect to be here. If fact, she hadn't expected any of this to happen. Brooke Michelle Mikkelson stood in the tavern, the age of 22, of her friend's wake. They had been good friends ever since Brooke had moved to this sleepy little town. She could remember the first day she met Nicole like it was yesterday. Brooke had been the new girl, and mocked because of her slight southern accent and country style clothing. Nicole Winters, however, had complimented her clothing, and apologized for the other students rudeness. They had been friends ever since.
While most of the other students that graduated moved away, Brooke had stayed, and as had Nicole. They had ended up going to the same school. And, by some absolute miracle they had randomly been placed together. It was a miracle in their eyes at least. Brooke and Nicole had always been good friends, but their friendship had grown through there years of college. Now, Brooke stood in a room, talking to Mr. and Mrs. Winters. They were always the sweetest people Brooke had known, and she had met them numerous times, and gotten close to them when she would visit them with Nicole. Though, this time, Brooke could barely stand to be in their presence. Especially after what had happened.
Nicole had passed away in a tragic car accident. And Brooke knew the accident a bit too well. For, she had been the one driving the vehicle. Brooke had been trying ever since the accident, but she couldnt make the flashes go away. Every time she closed her eyes, she was haunted with the memory of that night. A memory, she wished she could forget. A memory, she wished had never happened.
It had been a dark night, cold and rainy. They were in need of food, considering they had been eating out for the past two days. Nicole had said they should stay home, but Brooke had promised her it was fine. And Brooke had offered to drive. She could remember the radio, the girls singing along to Rihanna's "Rude Boy" as it played on the radio. The air had smelled of vanilla, as Brooke had put an air freshener in the truck the day before. Brooke had looked over at Nicole, smiling just before the impact. They had been Tboned by a driver who hadnt been paying attention. The car had spun numerous times, and the impact had been on the passenger side. Nicole had been killed instantly. Brooke had went home with just a few scratches and an awful headache.
Brooke continued to speak with Nicole's parents. She ahd helped them with all of the funeral arrangements and such. She made the slideshow of Nicole’s life that was currently playing in the corner. Her soft brown eyes were bloodshot from all her crying. She had stopped for a bit as she talked to Nicole's parents, reminiscing. She smiled a bit before walking away from the couple. She let out a deep breath as she walked over to the bar area. She smiled a bit before the man handed her a drink. She took a big sip before setting the glass down. She shut her eyes gently, but the flashed open quickly, for she knew what happened when she closed her eyes nowadays.
Her hair was the same dark brown color, with lovely curls. She had on a bit of makeup, but not much because she knew she would be crying. Thank goodness for waterproof eyeliner and mascara. She was in the nicest dress she had ever bought. Brooke had never used to wear dresses or skirts, only shorts and jeans. Nicole had taken her shopping when they were rooming together, and had "girly"-ed up her wardrobe. Brooke was wearing a lovely black dress, one that she was sure Nicole would be proud of. Her face held the same light freckles as they always had, as well as her arms.
While most of the other students that graduated moved away, Brooke had stayed, and as had Nicole. They had ended up going to the same school. And, by some absolute miracle they had randomly been placed together. It was a miracle in their eyes at least. Brooke and Nicole had always been good friends, but their friendship had grown through there years of college. Now, Brooke stood in a room, talking to Mr. and Mrs. Winters. They were always the sweetest people Brooke had known, and she had met them numerous times, and gotten close to them when she would visit them with Nicole. Though, this time, Brooke could barely stand to be in their presence. Especially after what had happened.
Nicole had passed away in a tragic car accident. And Brooke knew the accident a bit too well. For, she had been the one driving the vehicle. Brooke had been trying ever since the accident, but she couldnt make the flashes go away. Every time she closed her eyes, she was haunted with the memory of that night. A memory, she wished she could forget. A memory, she wished had never happened.
It had been a dark night, cold and rainy. They were in need of food, considering they had been eating out for the past two days. Nicole had said they should stay home, but Brooke had promised her it was fine. And Brooke had offered to drive. She could remember the radio, the girls singing along to Rihanna's "Rude Boy" as it played on the radio. The air had smelled of vanilla, as Brooke had put an air freshener in the truck the day before. Brooke had looked over at Nicole, smiling just before the impact. They had been Tboned by a driver who hadnt been paying attention. The car had spun numerous times, and the impact had been on the passenger side. Nicole had been killed instantly. Brooke had went home with just a few scratches and an awful headache.
Brooke continued to speak with Nicole's parents. She ahd helped them with all of the funeral arrangements and such. She made the slideshow of Nicole’s life that was currently playing in the corner. Her soft brown eyes were bloodshot from all her crying. She had stopped for a bit as she talked to Nicole's parents, reminiscing. She smiled a bit before walking away from the couple. She let out a deep breath as she walked over to the bar area. She smiled a bit before the man handed her a drink. She took a big sip before setting the glass down. She shut her eyes gently, but the flashed open quickly, for she knew what happened when she closed her eyes nowadays.
Her hair was the same dark brown color, with lovely curls. She had on a bit of makeup, but not much because she knew she would be crying. Thank goodness for waterproof eyeliner and mascara. She was in the nicest dress she had ever bought. Brooke had never used to wear dresses or skirts, only shorts and jeans. Nicole had taken her shopping when they were rooming together, and had "girly"-ed up her wardrobe. Brooke was wearing a lovely black dress, one that she was sure Nicole would be proud of. Her face held the same light freckles as they always had, as well as her arms.
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