Post by !JORDANrose. on Mar 9, 2008 20:10:58 GMT -5
jordan rose is now entering hell.
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general stuff.
full name: jordan mae rose.
gender: female/girl.
age: nineteen.
birthday: april seventh, nineteen eighty-nine.
living where?: roomy apartment; very retro, fit for her personality.
clique: student.
dig in deeper.
personality: jordan mae is a complex girl, for she has many 'book names' that are all false facts about her. she has good and bad things about her, but there are some that can be called both good and bad. first of all, let's talk about the false 'book names'. people call her goth. let's let the incorrect buzzer sound off now; this is completely wrong. she is nothing near it, despite her taste in style. she loved metrostation, hot topic, zumiez, forever twenty-one, vans, urban outfitters, etc. if she is in target and she sees a shirt that has a peace sign on it, gosh dangit, she's gonna buy it, because she loves peace signs, and they seem to go along with one of her other traits in which we will speak of later. another one of her false names is 'anti-social'. uh-uh, this isn't her either. she has lived her for two years now, yes, but give her a break... her parents died in a car crash, and her brother is married and living with his family. it is hard for her to make friends, but you should talk to her. once you get to know her, she's totally herself. and when you get to see jordan as herself, you wouldn't think there's anybody who could seem more fun and talkative.
what else to say about her... well, she loves elephants. yes, i'll write a single paragraph about her elephants. it all started when she was about seven or eight. her mother bought her a purple elephant. it was not too unordinary, aside from its color; just a normal stuffed elephant, black beady eyes, large ears, a trunk, and big feet, as well as the little tail. she loved the elephant, and carried it everywhere. at age fourteen, when her parents passed, she split the elephant in half to resemble her broken heart, but as well as the fact that her heart was always with them. the remains of the elephant have remained in the grave to this day, although they might as well be decaying now. in her apartment, she has three rooms- a bedroom, art studio, and an elephant room. her elephant room is painted neon green. she has giant stuffed elephants lining the perimiter of the room, all of which range from hot pink to hilighter yellow. all over the green walls, in graffiti handwriting, is written 'elephant room', or 'elaphunt room', or 'eluphaunt room'. she has many different spellings for elephant, and with them all spray-painted on the colorful walls, the room has a teenage touch to it, that way it doesn't seem like a granny room(the type with all the flowery bunnies and bears from their childhood).
alright, i'd like to get in deeper about her actions toward people. she will not approach others, but instead waits for them to approach her. when spoken to, she will speak, even if it's to someone she hates. she is always filled with good comebacks, although she has her 'shortages' every now and then. she will not talk to any boy, because she knows how society is. however, she doesn't fear them, either. she has a great taste in boys- her problem is, they never ask her out. however, she's learned to live single and enjoy it, in the weirdest way. she tries not to make enemies with her ex-boyfriends, and it has worked with a few. she is good friends with two named aaeron and zack, but that really isn't the focus of this paragraph. hmm now that i come to think of it, i'm going to stop typing now and be done with it- if you want to know more about jordan, you simply need to dig in deeper; take the risk; get to know her!
likes:
- friends.
- singing.
- music.
- photography.
- charcoal drawing.
- starbucks.
- shopping.
dislikes:
- snobby girls.
- preppy girls.
- white chocolate.
- bad quality film.
- walgreens photo-developing.
- bad quality charcoal.
- bad quality canvas.
- high-priced clothes, like abercrombie && fitch.
- showoffy boys.
- boys that want to jump into sex.
- boys that rush in relationships.
quirks:
- can say she hates showoffy people,
but can be a showoff sometimes.- has low self-esteem, even though her
friends call her gorgeous or beautiful.- can be too protective at times.
habits:
- appearing anti-social.
- spending too much time with art.
- sleeping in because she's carefree.
addictions:
- photography/art.
the doc's stuff.
height: 5'1.
weight:
hair color: neon red/vibrant red/orange. she uses certain hairsprays to vary the color daily.
eye color: brown/hazel.
physical description: jordan is gorgeous, in a punk-rock kind of way. her hair is a vibrant red hue after permanatley dying it, but different color-sprays are a daily use for this unique chick. sometimes her hair has a blonde highlight or a neon orange color instead of the normal red. her hairstyle goes a bit past her shoulders; as for her bangs, they are much too detailed to describe. always having a scraggly look, it completes the style of her hair. her face is small and not too found, and her skin tone is nice and light. she doesn't usually have pimples, seeing as she doesn't have too much stress nowadays, and so her skin is naturally clear. and, when an occasional zit or pimple does pop up, she just dabs a dot of proactive onto it, and some makeup, and she's good to go.
"oh miss rose, your sooo petite!" and it is true. she is tiny, being 5'1 in height, and having a small weight as well. anorexic? noooo way. she eats the average amount, and yet she's still so tiny. it's hard to explain why. maybe it's because she eats apples and other fruits as well as salads along with her occasional junk foods. i mean, she's the average person and all; why is she so tiny?!
her taste in style goes great with her hair and personality. she shops at places such as hot topic, metro park, urban outfitters- all of this can lead to forever 21, which she shops for her more girly clothing, in which she only wears to formal events or dates. as for colors, she likes things from the deepest black to the brightest neon-rainbow. shoes; well, anything but heels! flats, old-styled vans, and skater-shoes are her favorite, however, if she had to chose one, she'd pick the trusty and comfortable vans.
as for muscles? well, this girl has a few finger-muscles and is a bit strong in the arm area, but that's it... she has what she has from playing electric guitar and from when she played baseball and basketball in her younger days.
born: new york, new york.
bulleted:
- born.
- recieved first pet.
- parent's death.
- current-day.
history: she was born into a average family. no other way to put it. simple as that. she was born with brown-strawberry hair, and extremely petite. the doctors said she had a possibility of dying from low weight; she was born at 4.5 pounds, but luckily gained quickley.
at age seven, she was bought a two-year old dog named hunter. he was a black lab, and grew to be huge. he was extremely protective of her, and became agressive to everyone except her. due to this, he was put down when jordan was fourteen. she tried to do everything in her power to stop her parents from letting it happen, but soon enough the doctor was fearfully trying to stab the needle into the dog's shoulder so as to put the animal to sleep for good. jordan stood at the table in the room for hours, holder her dogs' beastly head in her arms, crying. this is, i suppose, one of the memories other than her parent's death that haunts her.
at age sixteen, her parents were killed in a car crash. somehow, this was too easy for her to get over. yes, they were dead, but she was too shocked to believe it. by the time she did, her brother had a fioncee, and she was told she could move out whenever she wanted. she couldn't bear to think of either of her parents, and so she moved out, due to photos hung everywhere on the walls, sitting on the fireplace mantle, on tables, on counters.... she couldn't take it, and so went away to a lost, hell-bound town, where she is today.
today she lives a normal life in a fancy, retro-like apartment which is colorful. she didn't dare paint it red or anything dark- it would only send her into depression. she plans on adopting a canine soon, so this way she won't be alone in her apartment in the horrid city. she is like any normal citizen, but has a splash of jordan to her, instead of being like any other preppy, city-bound girl.
the puppeteer.
name: call me jordan. xD
years rping: ummm.. 3?
age: can't say, sorry.
gender: girlllyyy.
password: mrs.wentz14.
role play example:scream into that microphone, baby.
"i can't be without you, it doesn't work that way." she sang the words into the microphone, which was hooked up to a recording maciene. her vibrant hair was scraggled and darkened from sweat- it was her fifth song in a row. she was definately planning to be a rock && roll artist, if she found the band for. next she screamed into the microphone; alright, scream-o && rock 'n roll. almost the same, but one with a big twist to it. there was something about the music genre that she loved. the tunes were heaven in her ears, and so many of the songs she'd heard by other artists were so much like her life, or explaining her feelings. there were others, however, that were totally opposite. she had a passion for music, to put it short. she wanted the fame, and the glory, yes, but she also wanted others to hear how she felt. and, hey, not only that-- was it so wrong to want the world to know about the passion you had?
when the song came to an end, she set the microphone in its stand, tiptoeing over to the recorder and shutting it off. she placed the cd into the music-player sitting on the same table, and pressed the play button. so far, with the single electric-guitar lyrics and her own signing, it sounded well. however, it could use a bass and drums. she figured she might search for band members later in the week, having her cd to show them. she listened to the songs as she sat on a colorful, neon rug in the center of her room, flipping through the blank pages of her diary. "oh dear diary, where did the time go?" she shook her head. she read the one page that was in the bright blue book. it read:dear diary,
two days ago mom and dad were killed in a car crash. i am not speaking, and so my brother has sent me to a fucking shrink. now, here i am in the shrink's room, knowing his blue eyes are staring down on the back of my head as i am hunched over, writing in this book. he says it will help me because i'll be able to let out my feelings. really, doc? could it, would it? would it magically make me know how to speak again? these words appear as scribbles after i write them. maybe one day i can come back and read what i wrote, only to remember the horrid memory of my parents' death. well dangit anyways. goodbye, 'dear' diary.
-jordan.
a single tear escaped the corner of her eye, landing on the page, causing that one tiny area to shrivel up. she threw the diary, listening to it hit against the wall, falling open on the floor. she bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes for a moment. she leaned back, laying on the rug which lay on the wooden flooring. she let her fingers move in a rythmic tap, making clicking noises against the pale wood. she just sat there. she wasn't thinking, wasn't caring about anything at all. just sat, listening to her own words on the cd. she felt like a bitch, sitting there, drowning in her own music. she let the words, the tones of the guitar, flood her ears, choking her in a way that was different from reality. she finally slept; a dreamless, horrid sleep that went on for hours.
