Post by KAYDEN MOORE . on Nov 28, 2007 20:13:38 GMT -5
: O U T . O F . C H A R A C T E R ;;
Name:
Chelsea
Age:
Fifteen.
Other Characters:
None as yet.
Where Did You Find Emery University?
On HPAZ.
{ I N . C H A R A C T E R }
Character Name:
Kayden Chelsea Moore.
Age:
Nineteen.
Orientation:
Straight.
Birthplace:
England.
GPA:
3.5
Clique:
Individual .
Major && Minor:
Photography , Journalism , Psychology.
What year are you entering:
Freshman.
Appearance:
Kayden Chelsea overall is absolute eye candy to a guy. She loves the way she looks, and no she isn't much of one of those conceited people with the ego being the size of watermelon and bigger. Starting from her head, she was born naturally with blonde silky hair. It has that type of sheen to it that makes you wonder how it feels but just looking at it. Then a person would casually move his way over to touch it. Yep, that's it. Going down to her eyes, she has a warm icey blueish, greyish color. Like all eyes, it is the place where the emotions are often shown, even when the person denies feeling a certain emotion. Kayden though has a way of hiding them. She doesn't obsess over her eyes like how a person would come up and say "Oh my god! I love your eyes!" She doesn't believe that is her best quality. She has a cute button nose, almost to have a small piercing at the side, but she backed out. Her ear lobes are pierced once, at each side, then occasionally, you would catch her wearing an earring on her right ear, towards the top.Her lips are fantastic actually, usually found with lip gloss on. She makes a good pouting face too.
Kayden Chelsea stands at five feet and two inches. She has been that tall since she turned seventeen, and believes she will always stay that tall because, well, she hasn't grown much more than a centimeter over the last two years. She inherited that height from her mother's side of the family, mostly because everyone else in her dad's side is taller than her. She weighs about 123 lbs. Yes, she may be on the light side, and no she is not anorexic. According to her, she thinks her weight is compatible for her height even though it's not for her age. The way she dresses, she doesn't make a big fuss over it when she is just taking a walk outside. Don't get me wrong here, Kayden loves fashion, but she tends more to throw on a tank top, a hoodie, and sweatpants and go out like that. She does have that moment in the day when she would feel like she would want to wear something better than where she is right now. Accessories, she loves 'em. Jewelry is always found on her. She does have a belly button piercing and she does tattoos, one of a black treble clef on her lower back, with a small black and blue butterfly over it. Did it hurt? She enjoys pain.
Personality:
Kayden is what you call a socialist. She was always the first person in her class as a young girl to talk to the new kid who mostly had a tough time. So she has the friendly part covered. Around her friends she is a jolly, cheerful girl. By herself, you would think she is pretty much of a loner if you havent met her as yet. She more often tends to hang out with guys because she believes a girl will get her into alot of trouble one day. Girls talk way too much, while she doesnt. She does give off the tom boy vibe when she is around her guy friends. She knows what they are talking about most of the time, so the 'clueless' blondie does fit in with them. And if you were to ask her why she always hangs around with them, she would be indirect about it. She hates hurtnig a person's feelings. She knows how it feels, and it isnt the best, so why do it. Yes, the truth does hurt alot, so she pretty much tries to cover it all up. Which brings us back to Kayden being pretty quiet when she is alone.
Much younger than she is now, she wasnt on the topof her game like she is now. She often found alot of things offensive even when they weren't ; her number one reason to study psychology and become a psychologist when the time is right. Another reason she was quiet was because of a lot of fighting in her house when she was young. [ More details in the History. ] She has learned to face her fears and that's what made her become bold and outrageous. Now at the age of nineteen she tends to do some wild things. She loves feeling excitement and panic. There could be a huge sign saying danger and Kayden would be the one to pass and and go check out what was happening. She has a tendency of being slightly sarcastic. She loves to laugh and making other people smile. It's what she does best. Now everything her makes Kayden look like a good girl. It's half of her story. She doesnt back down from a fight, and will prove her point until it is stuck in opponents head. She is stubborn basically. If you call her a name first, words you never heard will come flying out of her mouth. A double standard with her personality? No, the person insulted her first, so she finds it okay to insult back. She is more of an idealist, and hates thinking about reality. She already has to live it. She's pretty much trying to do the best she could with it. She has a big problem with flirting. As soon as she sees a guy, one who she would be attracted to, it's as if her mouth could never get shut again. She doesnt seem to pull on the charm when she has to.
Kayden uses her looks to her adavantage.
What she wants, she will most defintely get. =] .
History:
Sample RP:
I rested my heart in a pair of ballet slippers. The dancer broke it on point .
She was a dweller of all sorts of places. Most places only existed in her mind though. Her scene didn’t matter her thoughts never changed. She had only seen white for so long. She had made images on the walls with her mind. She didn’t need real ones now. The real ones were by no means as good. Do you see any butterflies erupting from flowers in this ‘Nature Reserve’? Of course not, and you can forget looking it wont happen. Nikki had learned the imagination was much more beautiful then real life. Since she had arrived here at Applegate, her first time out of the Asylum since she was committed at seven for OCD and mild schizophrenia. Her parents had paid for her to stay in there because they didn’t want to deal with such a ‘problem child.’ She still thought it was nice to be out here.
I rested my heart in a rainbow. Then the rainbow faded away
Nikki didn’t care she had to hurt anyone. She didn’t care she hurt him. He had hurt her worse, apparently she was supposed to tell someone. She was supposed to tell someone he was touching her funny. She had. No one cares what a crazy person thinks. Of course she had hurt him. She didn’t care she was in jail for it. She wasn’t in the quiet place anymore. People fought here, people TALKED here. It wasn’t as beautiful as she imagined, no the colors were rather plain. All the flowers were the same. There were so many rows of daisy’s and daffodils. The cheap things everyone puts in their garden. Filler plants. The trees were amazing though. She never knew anything could get that tall, and she wondered how long they had been growing. Could all things be that tall if they were allowed to grow freely? She had never seen a red rose. She wanted to know what made it so romantic and so wonderful. Why weren’t there any roses here? Why wasn’t it lovely? Well it wasn’t lovely but it was an improvement for sure.
I rested my heart in a hand. The hand tossed it aside .
“Oh shut up already.” She mumbled to ‘her friend.’ Her friend was being mean, her friend didn’t believe in love. Her friend wanted her to protect her heart. Her friend was so afraid it would get broken. Her friend had to protect her. Her friend loved her. Her friend wanted to keep her safe. Her friend cared about her more then anyone else. Her friend was all she had really, poor girl, poor crazy girl. She just walked through the grounds, looking. She walked through smiling. She grinned up not knowing what there was to smile it. She just felt like smiling. One thing she had noticed was the school was rather grey and dull. Grey was nicer then white.
I rested my heart in a– “I don’t care”
The world was so cold. The world was so sharp and pointy. White was sharp and pointy too. White hurt her eyes. White was too bright and painful. Grey was softer and gentler. Grey was easy. Grey didn’t hurt at all. She wore right now a grey skirt. She had torn it up and made it look all frayed and adorable. She wore with it her grey top that she had purposely buttoned slightly thingy-eyed. People stared at her, but she barely noticed. She barely cared. She smiled into the gentle wind and whispered to herself, (and the voice) “It’s not so bad here. At least nothing hurts.”
Don’t rest your heart with him Nikki . Don’t socialize .
The voice alerted her to the presence of someone over there. Generally she listened to the voice. It told her good things. Right now she was angry at it and she didn’t want to listen to it. She wanted it to shut up and give her a moment of peace to just clear her head. It was giving her a headache. She didn’t care what it rested its heart in. There was a boy, and people had talked about him. They said he had the worst attitude. She didn’t care. She wouldn’t rest her heart with him. She would talk to someone. This would be her first real conversation ever. She focused on how to start one as she walked to the boy her crimson stained locks, (which they hadn’t made her undo, thankfully) blew freely in the gentle breeze. The long hair covered her eyes for a moment. She sat herself down on the ground next to him and whispered I’m Nikki. Who are you?
I rested my heart in a love song. I haven't stopped singing .
Custom Tag:
Heartbreaker .
Gangster of Love .
Color:
lilac .
light blue .
creamy white .
Food:
Fast food .
Shape:
Does a lightening bolt count?
If not ; Diamond .
Place:
Italy .
Subject:
Mathematic [ Least ]
English [ Most ]
Other Information:
almost doneeee . ;D
