Post by sinn on Jul 18, 2007 12:35:02 GMT -5
Character's Name:Haylie Anita Cross
Age:17
Grade:Junior
Height:5"5
Weight:120
Hair color:Dark Brown
Eye color:Brown
Family Members:
Maria Cross; Mother; 45
Antonio Cross; Father; 47
Pablo Cross; Brother; 2
Lucinda Cross; Sister; 18
Personality:
Headstrong, hot-headed and loud-mouth are three very good adjectives to describe young Haylie Cross. Bad temper had always ran in the family and this trait didn’t skip Haylie’s generation. In her previous schools, Haylie had always gotten into fights, both physical and verbal due to her temper. In her eyes what she says in always right. No exceptions.
As for her headstrong and hot-headed side, Haylie always was cocky and over confident in herself. But hey, it worked for her. Miss Cross succeeded in most of the things she did. But success is in the eye of the beholder. A B in biology could be a good accomplishment for her but disappointment to her parents. Despite the fact that she had little support from her parents, she was always ready to tackle new things.
Once you get past her rough exterior, Haylie is a very loyal friend. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for a good friend. Good being the key word here. Haylie is rather good as seeing through people who are foamy and just to lazy to do things herself. Because she’s untrusting like this, she’s always had few friends and decent relationships.
Appearance:
Haylie was a rather thin girl. She had a slight tone of muscle from swimming on occasion as well as playing soccer. Other then that, Haylie Cross was just skin and bones. Her skin tone was on the tan side. She most likely inherited this trait from her grandmother. Juanita Cross had extremely dark skin colored. The very little Make-up she wore consisted of lip gloss, dark eyeliner and a little blush. Her face was rounded with a pretty long nose and a few blemishes here and there. On the upper part of her right arm she had a birth mark, slightly smaller then a half-dollar coin. Overall, Haylie was very average looking.
Standing around five foot five inches bare foot, Haylie was a decent height for her age and weight. She had brown eyes and dark brown hair with light brown highlights. However because of her near sightedness, she wore colored contacts so her eye color changed often. As for her hair, it was usually up in a sloppy ponytail with highlighted bangs framing her round face. When down, her layered hair just falls past her shoulders. Her physical flaws consisted of her bad eyesight and balance. As for her personality flaws, those were that she had a short fuse.
Haylie isn’t a fashion addict or a shop-a-holic. A T-shirt and jeans works for her any day. However, she's rarely seen without sunglasses. Night or day, inside out or out, she always has a pair somewhere on her. Haylie’s jeans tend to be slightly baggy and her shirts normally have something to do with music. Haylie never was one to care about what people think of her or clothes. It was all fine as long as she was comfortable.
History:
Born in the town of Oaxaca in Mexico, naturally, Haylie grew up learning Spanish. When she was four years old, her family immigrated to Beverly Hills, California where her father studied medicine. Before then, her family with pretty wealthy because they own an oil company. They moved to America so her father could make a living as a Nero-radiologist. This was a big turning point in Haylie’s life.
At school, Haylie was always made fun of because she could pronounce a lot of things in English correctly. Not being a defenseless wimp, the Mexican immigrate would stand up for herself with her fists. Living in a bad neighborhood for her earlier years in America, it was a good attribute to be able to defend her self. However when she was nine, her father landed a well paying job and they moved into a titanic mansion after a year.
After flipping through channels and watching a band concert one day, Haylie fell in love with music. Soon she took up guitar, followed by piano and voice lessons. Her mother and father allowed her to do all these things but disapproved her going into a career of music. They always favored her older sister, Lucinda, who always received exceptional grades. In addition to that, Lucinda wanted to be a doctor just like her father. However, Haylie never let the little support she received from her family get her down. By the age of thirteen, Haylie excelled in all of her instruments and voice lessons. Unfortunately, her mother was about to have another child and Haylie was completely ignored by everyone.
Two years later, a talent scout saw Haylie perform in a talent show at her school an offered her an appointment at a recorder company all the way in Manhattan. Because her parents barely notice or listen to her, she was able to swindle the air fair out of them and go to the record company. After hearing more of her and recording a demo, they offered Haylie a contract on the spot. Ecstatic, Hyalie flew back home to tell her parents the good news, only to be shot down by them. After the run away, her parents dragged her back home before announcing that they were sending her away to Ranton, California.
RP Sample
“Odio todos!” a scream shattered the silence from down the hall. On one end of the hall stood a woman holding a toddler. Along side her was a tall man and teenager who looked no older then eighteen years of age. Across the hall was a heavily breathing teen. Her brown bangs fell into her face as her bony hands were clenched tightly into fists, “I work my ass of to get good grades and try to be the perfect child you want me to be. You just
can’t accept I’ll never be like her.” Her index finger pointed at the face of her elder sister, “I don’t want to be a genius and go to medicine school like la punta over her.” A frustrated huff escaped her mouth, “I want to be a musician. I always had. Now how I have the chance to fulfill my dream you say no?! Ay! Well, you know what? I don’t care any more. Salgo de esta casa del inferno!” with those words uttered, the angered teen darted to her bed room before she started to throw her clothes into a gym bag.
The sound of sock feet against hard wood floor echoed in the hall. Standing in the doorway was her mother, “Haylie. Calm down. I’m sorry we’ve been so hard on you.” The words left her mouth in a sincere manner, “Just sit down and we can talk-“the mother was interrupted by her daughter.
“No, Mama I don’t want to talk!” She said before throwing a T-shirt into the gym bag and shooting a cold glare at the woman, “It’s not like you even care about me. All you do is praise Lucinda and take care of ‘dear’ Pablo.” Haylie bent over to pull out her acoustic guitar’s case. As she unfastened the locks, she figured out what the next thing her mother would ask, “I don’t know were I’ll go. But I’m going to make it in music. You just wait.” She stood up to retrieve her guitar from one side of the room. It was made of off-white wood with a black pick-guard that had the Epiphone symbol on it. The fret board was made of a darker color wood with gold colored dots on the proper frets. All packed, she closed the guitar case and picked up her bag.
Haylie pushed past her mother before heading down the started to the foyer. Her worn old Nike tennis shoes were by the door along with everyone else’s. After shoving her feet into the shoes, the fifteen year old rotated her upper body to her family that gathered around the door, “Hasta la vista. . .” she muttered before opening the door and storming out of the house. Rain walked down the side walk with her guitar strapped tightly to her back and her gym back slung over on should. The bright moonlight shone down on her hometown of Chapel Hill.
- I hope this was good
Age:17
Grade:Junior
Height:5"5
Weight:120
Hair color:Dark Brown
Eye color:Brown
Family Members:
Maria Cross; Mother; 45
Antonio Cross; Father; 47
Pablo Cross; Brother; 2
Lucinda Cross; Sister; 18
Personality:
Headstrong, hot-headed and loud-mouth are three very good adjectives to describe young Haylie Cross. Bad temper had always ran in the family and this trait didn’t skip Haylie’s generation. In her previous schools, Haylie had always gotten into fights, both physical and verbal due to her temper. In her eyes what she says in always right. No exceptions.
As for her headstrong and hot-headed side, Haylie always was cocky and over confident in herself. But hey, it worked for her. Miss Cross succeeded in most of the things she did. But success is in the eye of the beholder. A B in biology could be a good accomplishment for her but disappointment to her parents. Despite the fact that she had little support from her parents, she was always ready to tackle new things.
Once you get past her rough exterior, Haylie is a very loyal friend. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for a good friend. Good being the key word here. Haylie is rather good as seeing through people who are foamy and just to lazy to do things herself. Because she’s untrusting like this, she’s always had few friends and decent relationships.
Appearance:
Haylie was a rather thin girl. She had a slight tone of muscle from swimming on occasion as well as playing soccer. Other then that, Haylie Cross was just skin and bones. Her skin tone was on the tan side. She most likely inherited this trait from her grandmother. Juanita Cross had extremely dark skin colored. The very little Make-up she wore consisted of lip gloss, dark eyeliner and a little blush. Her face was rounded with a pretty long nose and a few blemishes here and there. On the upper part of her right arm she had a birth mark, slightly smaller then a half-dollar coin. Overall, Haylie was very average looking.
Standing around five foot five inches bare foot, Haylie was a decent height for her age and weight. She had brown eyes and dark brown hair with light brown highlights. However because of her near sightedness, she wore colored contacts so her eye color changed often. As for her hair, it was usually up in a sloppy ponytail with highlighted bangs framing her round face. When down, her layered hair just falls past her shoulders. Her physical flaws consisted of her bad eyesight and balance. As for her personality flaws, those were that she had a short fuse.
Haylie isn’t a fashion addict or a shop-a-holic. A T-shirt and jeans works for her any day. However, she's rarely seen without sunglasses. Night or day, inside out or out, she always has a pair somewhere on her. Haylie’s jeans tend to be slightly baggy and her shirts normally have something to do with music. Haylie never was one to care about what people think of her or clothes. It was all fine as long as she was comfortable.
History:
Born in the town of Oaxaca in Mexico, naturally, Haylie grew up learning Spanish. When she was four years old, her family immigrated to Beverly Hills, California where her father studied medicine. Before then, her family with pretty wealthy because they own an oil company. They moved to America so her father could make a living as a Nero-radiologist. This was a big turning point in Haylie’s life.
At school, Haylie was always made fun of because she could pronounce a lot of things in English correctly. Not being a defenseless wimp, the Mexican immigrate would stand up for herself with her fists. Living in a bad neighborhood for her earlier years in America, it was a good attribute to be able to defend her self. However when she was nine, her father landed a well paying job and they moved into a titanic mansion after a year.
After flipping through channels and watching a band concert one day, Haylie fell in love with music. Soon she took up guitar, followed by piano and voice lessons. Her mother and father allowed her to do all these things but disapproved her going into a career of music. They always favored her older sister, Lucinda, who always received exceptional grades. In addition to that, Lucinda wanted to be a doctor just like her father. However, Haylie never let the little support she received from her family get her down. By the age of thirteen, Haylie excelled in all of her instruments and voice lessons. Unfortunately, her mother was about to have another child and Haylie was completely ignored by everyone.
Two years later, a talent scout saw Haylie perform in a talent show at her school an offered her an appointment at a recorder company all the way in Manhattan. Because her parents barely notice or listen to her, she was able to swindle the air fair out of them and go to the record company. After hearing more of her and recording a demo, they offered Haylie a contract on the spot. Ecstatic, Hyalie flew back home to tell her parents the good news, only to be shot down by them. After the run away, her parents dragged her back home before announcing that they were sending her away to Ranton, California.
RP Sample
“Odio todos!” a scream shattered the silence from down the hall. On one end of the hall stood a woman holding a toddler. Along side her was a tall man and teenager who looked no older then eighteen years of age. Across the hall was a heavily breathing teen. Her brown bangs fell into her face as her bony hands were clenched tightly into fists, “I work my ass of to get good grades and try to be the perfect child you want me to be. You just
can’t accept I’ll never be like her.” Her index finger pointed at the face of her elder sister, “I don’t want to be a genius and go to medicine school like la punta over her.” A frustrated huff escaped her mouth, “I want to be a musician. I always had. Now how I have the chance to fulfill my dream you say no?! Ay! Well, you know what? I don’t care any more. Salgo de esta casa del inferno!” with those words uttered, the angered teen darted to her bed room before she started to throw her clothes into a gym bag.
The sound of sock feet against hard wood floor echoed in the hall. Standing in the doorway was her mother, “Haylie. Calm down. I’m sorry we’ve been so hard on you.” The words left her mouth in a sincere manner, “Just sit down and we can talk-“the mother was interrupted by her daughter.
“No, Mama I don’t want to talk!” She said before throwing a T-shirt into the gym bag and shooting a cold glare at the woman, “It’s not like you even care about me. All you do is praise Lucinda and take care of ‘dear’ Pablo.” Haylie bent over to pull out her acoustic guitar’s case. As she unfastened the locks, she figured out what the next thing her mother would ask, “I don’t know were I’ll go. But I’m going to make it in music. You just wait.” She stood up to retrieve her guitar from one side of the room. It was made of off-white wood with a black pick-guard that had the Epiphone symbol on it. The fret board was made of a darker color wood with gold colored dots on the proper frets. All packed, she closed the guitar case and picked up her bag.
Haylie pushed past her mother before heading down the started to the foyer. Her worn old Nike tennis shoes were by the door along with everyone else’s. After shoving her feet into the shoes, the fifteen year old rotated her upper body to her family that gathered around the door, “Hasta la vista. . .” she muttered before opening the door and storming out of the house. Rain walked down the side walk with her guitar strapped tightly to her back and her gym back slung over on should. The bright moonlight shone down on her hometown of Chapel Hill.
- I hope this was good
