Post by ``Khristle Evans on Nov 27, 2008 13:39:24 GMT -5
`victoria lynn anderson.[/font][/size][/b][/i][/color]
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"back up, back up, take another chance, I don't want to loose you."
I wanna run[/b][/i][/color][/blockquote]
[/color] Randa
NAME
AGE[/color] seventeen
GENDER[/color] female
EXPERIENCE[/color] eight or nine years. I can't remember
FOUND US HOW?[/color] made us.
OTHER PEOPLE[/color] No one. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
through the halls of my high school.[/b][/i][/color][/blockquote]
[/color] victoria lynn anderson
NAME
NICKNAME(S)[/color]lynn, vicky, tori, victoria
DATE BORN[/color] June 14th 1991
GRADE[/color] senior
HOMETOWN[/color] new york
SEXUALITY[/color] straight
HERITAGE[/color] french
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I wanna scream at the top of my lungs,[/b][/i][/color][/blockquote]
[/color] The second best feature to the Jackson family,is their hair has always been most of their prized possessions. Blaiyn's is a long blonde color and is most of the time straight as a board unless she is going somewhere classy and has to put it in a bun or on the occasion curly. Her hair is her favorite feature other then her shape and her eyes in which will be described in the next section.
HAIR
EYES[/color] The best feature to the Jackson family, is yes their eyes which are almost always a deep blue, but this is where Blaiyn takes after her father. Her eyes are a dark hazle brown color that always has a thick outline of eyeliner and a brown eyeshadow.
HEIGHT[/color] 5''6
WEIGHT[/color] 115
BUILD[/color] Yet another feature to the Jackson girl's, they have a perfect shape, that normally gets them in trouble, well at least in Blaiyn's case. She loves her shape but sometime's she wishes that she wasn't as pretty as she is or at least a little less. Her shape has always gotten her in trouble with boys and girls. She didn't do a great job of taking care of it through her drug addiction days and its stuck with her pretty well, she's much thinner then most of her family and more then she was before she started doing drugs.
FASHION SENSE[/color] Blaiyn's fashion sense can truly chance with what ever mood she is in. One day she might wear hollister and then the next day she might be wearing walmart brands. You never really know with this girl because she never really thought that it mattered how she looked while she grew up because she always saw her mother in old clothes.
Shirts
Jeans
PORTRAYED BY[/color]
jac vanek
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I just found out there's no such thing[/b][/i][/color][/blockquote]
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LOVES
!boys
!drugs
!writing
!singing
!attention
!alcohol
!clothes in general
!shoes
!friends
!internet usage
!cellular devices
DESPISES[/color]
;liars
;gossip girls
;clique-obsessed people
;crying
;bipolar.
;cheaters
;guys who use her
;being restrained
;no service for her cell phone
;blood
; dogs
STRENGTHS[/color]
+listening
+hiding
+covering up for people
+writing
+making friends
WEAKNESSES[/color]
-drugs
-yelling
-drinking
-loosing people
FEARS[/color]
-;-loosing someone close to her
-;-being shot
-;-being a parent
-;-dying
GOALS[/color]
;;Blaiyns major goal is to stop being a coke user and drinking as much as she does so that she doesn't turn out like her mother, and abuse her family and children if she has any.
QUIRKS[/color]
;-;twirling her hair
;-;laughing to loud
;-;random babbling
;-;dancing at any given time
;-;flirts
OVER-ALL[/color]
vain
Blaiyn is one of those girls who is pretty in her own way. a different and original way. and she definitely knows it. it's not like she walks around saying "oh, my god, i love myself so much!" but you can tell in the way she walks and that smirk she has on her face half the time, that she's most likely better than you, and she's not afraid to rub that in your face. she's not snotty necessarily, but she loves what god gave her and she's going to flaunt it with all she's got.
quirky
one of the best things about Blaiyn is she's totally fake. not in the whore way, but in the i got beat at home, come to school with a smile on, anyways, ways. no matter what happened at home or in first period or even in, god forbid, gym class, she'll always approach you with a huge smile and something ridiculously off the wall, to say. she loves her friends, and she wants to make sure that they know that, and they do. most of her friends are friends with her because half the time, she doesn't even make sense, and if she does, it's usually because what she was saying had something do with an inside joke or something else that happened a long time ago. that's just who she is. she likes it better when people love her, but don't quite understand her.
attention whore
i mean this in the best way possible, and i wish it weren't true, but it's got to be said. Blaiyn is pretty much a slut. yeah, that's it. she loves attention in any way possible. {this could have something to do with her odd personality... hm... who knows?} and she absolutely ADORES attention from guys. to her, it doesn't seem like she's a slut, it just seems like she loves attention, and she loves to make out. and, if all the girls in the school want something to talk about, she's a very generous person, and she's willing to give them interesting gossip. even if it could trash her reputation. she's gotten the reputation that she's easy, but. . . actually, that's pretty much it. she is easy. but she's always careful to use protection, and she's never gotten in any trouble, except a couple cat fights with a few girls, who she's sure were just jealous that her boyfriends liked her skills better. oh, and by the way - that thing your boyfriend did that you loved so much, she's probably the one who taught it to him.
mentality issues
unfortunately, Blaiyn suffers from a case of bipolar. and it can be extreme at times, even though she will always greet you with a smile and a hug, and probably a kiss, that doesn't mean that's what she'll be leaving you with. as hard as she tries, and as many pills as she takes, she hurts quite a few people, with out even meaning to. the littlest things can set her off on huge rampages, and then even tinier things can bring her back to her sweet self from those rampages, but I’m gonna give you warning now, when she goes off, she really goes off. objects go flying, cuss words get screamed so loud, the neighbors, or neighboring classroom, can hear. and sometimes, okay most of the time, this problem scares people off.
another little mentality issue, is she's a cutter. she doesn't choose too, and she's not a little emo kid who's all up for flaunting it and acting all pitiful, but it's there, and a few people know it, who got to see her with the lights on. she loves to wear short sleeved shirts, or shirts with no sleeves at all, so she knew in order to be discreet, she obviously couldn't cut herself in the most cliche of places, her arm. so she sticks to less obvious places, her stomach, her thighs. it's an impulse she gets, and if you ask her why you do it, she'll most likely ask you why you do drugs, or cry when you get sad. that's just it. she doesn't do any of these things. she doesn't cry or smoke or drink, but she cuts, instead. and if she doesn't, she finds that the problem builds in her mind and she lashes on anyone innocent within reach. it's inexplicable, but it's there.
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as the real world,[/b][/i][/color][/blockquote]
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PARENTS
Marie Jackson - 35 - -None-
C.J. Roberts -37- Doctor
SIBLINGS[/color]
-None-
OTHER CLOSE FAMILY[/color] optional.
OTHER'S OPINION[/color] Most people would look at Blaiyn's mother and judge the whole family before they even got to know them but if they knew Blaiyn then they would think that it was a loving family because she always covers up the things that goes wrong within it's walls.
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just to lie you've got to rise above.[/b][/i][/color][/blockquote]
[/color] My best memory? Um, let's see it would have to be when I was fifteen and i met my best friend Star.
BEST MEMORY
WORST MEMORY[/color] Worst? That was definitely when I was ten and I walked in on my mom doing a line of coke. I didn't understand what was going on or why she kicked me out but once I got older I knew what was going on.
HISTORY[/color]
Birth[/size]
It was a warm June morning when Elizabeth Blaiyn Jackson was brought into this world at 12:45am on a Friday. It was the happiest moment of the young Miss. Jackson's life. Her mother was only 17 at the time of her birth which is where trouble's started. Marie already had a problem with drugs and she had done them even though she knew about her daughter.
When Blaiyn was born, the doctors immediately tried to take her and place her in a foster home but her mother told them that she was done with it because she wanted to be able to keep her daughter and raise a real family, that she didn’t believe in splitting a family up.
Her mother was given the chance to change her ways but she had to submit to random drug tests and the first time they found a trace of something in her blood they would remove Blaiyn from her care and place her in a home where she would be taken care of correctly.
Eight[/size]
Blaiyn’s life started to fall apart about eight years after she was aloud to be taken home by her mother. Marie had started doing drugs again since DSS hadn’t made her take a drug test in over six years, but of course she didn’t notify her daughter of this, because she didn’t want her to think that it was fault. Which in this case it wasn’t and she was honestly trying to protect her.
Marie started doing more and more drugs of different types, she didn’t care what they were or how she got them all she cared about was that she got them. But the more she did the worse off her temper got and the more she would yell at Blaiyn until it got so bad that she started hitting her then sending her to her room, hoping that if she didn’t see her then she couldn’t hurt her but after time went on she would just go to her room to yell at her or to abuse her.
Ten/Eleven[/size]
Two years after her mother had started back doing drugs and had started beating on her when ever something didn’t go right, blaiyn walked in on her mother doing a line of coke in her bedroom. She didn’t know what her mother was doing but she knew that it wasn’t right because she was trying to hide it from her. The only thing that went through her mind when she saw it was why mom why? she didn’t know what she was saying why to but she was.
Blaiyn started watching her mother after she walked in on her and started learning quickly that what she was doing was called cocaine or coke. And that it didn’t matter to her how she got them because she started seeing random guys coming and going at all hours of the night, and it being a different guy just about everytime.
On her Eleventh birthday which of course wasn’t really celebrated Marie gave her a present that she had gotten from one of her druggie friends and explained to blaiyn that it would make life a lot easier and of course for a little while it did. That was the first time that Blaiyn ever tried Cocaine, and soon enough she was doing almost anything to get it, either stealing it from her mother or talking to her mothers drug buddies in the middle of the night.
Fifteen[/size]
At the age of fifteen when blaiyn started highschool her life turned around more then she ever thought it could, all because she met a girl named Roxanna Star Johnson, who tried to get her to stop doing drugs or at least all the different ones together, and she had started to listen to her because that was the one girl that she trusted with her whole life and at that point in her life was going to move in with her wether Marie agreed to it or not.
She had packed most of her room and was really going to leave and never look back on her life with her mom when he cell phone started ringing star’s number, but when she answered it the voice that she heard wasn’t her best friend but Kyle; stars boyfriend. The news that he reported wasn’t what she wanted to hear and would only make her old ways worse. Her best friend and future sister and mother had been killed earlier that day by a drive by.
Eighteen[/size]
The three years that Blaiyn had lived with out her best friend and a real mother had been harder then it was when Marie was abusing her and putting her out for drugs but she made it through and started living again. She still does some drugs but no where near as bad as she used to and she doesn’t look like a child thats not loved. She’s made new friends and turned over a new leaf in her life and only hopes that she can stick to it unlike her mother who was clean for eight years then started back over night.
This is where Blaiyn’s story stops as of for now because it is still being written.
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I am invincible, as long as I live.[/b][/i][/color][/blockquote]
[/color] be careful what you wish for
FAVORITE RULE?
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She could tell that he was already getting annoyied with her but she couldnt help it, he had scared the living shit out of her meaning to or not he had. "Sorry, you just scard me half ot death" she siad with an unreadable expression on her face, which was something that she was good at. She alway's did that it didnt matter if she wanted to or not. It's just that no one is suppost to be able to read her expressions, its how she stays sane and runs everyone else crazy. Victoria had just became so good at hiding what she was really thinking she didnt even think about when she needed to turn it off and on but she had a feeling that this should have been a time when she needed to let him be able to read her.
Vicky had a habit of when she was scared or nervous she would ramble on and on about anything and everything, she couldnt help it she just siad the first thing that popped into her head and guess what, thats what she was doing and harper was getting annoyed for sure with her now. "I bet you could" she siad trying to think before she spoke now, she really didnt wnat to piss him off "Oh my dad's only the mayor of this place or what ever." she siad this as if it was no big deal. Okay so she knew it was a big deal for the mayor's daughter be hanging out with the guy that leads a gang adn as soon as he turns eighteen is going to be locked up but she didnt really care, so her mother would be so ashamed but oh fucking well.
This is the last place you would think of Victoria Munroe being was here and with Harper Davenport with his hand on he ass pissing off some girl that lived with him. Victoria really didnt like to piss people off, but she wasnt the one that was doing it even if she was helping, which of course at this point just made her think that he was using her, but what guy didnt use a girl at some point in time? Thats right evey guy, and she was used to it anyway for the simple fact ever boyfriend she had ever had, had cheated on her. So what was the difference in being used and being cheated on? She didnt see any difference so why not just place along and help piss her off? And just let him do what he pleased and then return to their normal lives the next day.
A small laugh came from victoria not even thinking when she heard him finally comment on the whoreish looks. "Oh of course you do, what guy doesnt' she said rolling her eyes, so yes she could be a sarcastic little bitch at times too, just another issue that people got used to with her, but once you got to know her you found it pretty funny wll most people did.. "Your sure she wont eat me alive?" she asked looking past him at the house to see the girl glaring at them. For a moment she looked at her, and realized that she belonged there unlike herself, harper should have been with someone pretty like her not someone that was concindered a whore.
Everything that had happend tonight was all on a leap of fate but what happened next she never would have guessed not in a million years. The moment his lips touched hers her heart started to race and she felt like she was about to faint. She let her hands intrwain in his hair without even thinking, knowing that it would be marked as a mistake soon. Soon letting her hands fall from his hair before he stopped kissing her so that she would be able to think somewhat clearer but it didnt really help all so well. "Wha.. What was that for?" she asked him as he stepped back from her. Her eyes meeting his gaze with yet another unreadable expression.
Vicky had a habit of when she was scared or nervous she would ramble on and on about anything and everything, she couldnt help it she just siad the first thing that popped into her head and guess what, thats what she was doing and harper was getting annoyed for sure with her now. "I bet you could" she siad trying to think before she spoke now, she really didnt wnat to piss him off "Oh my dad's only the mayor of this place or what ever." she siad this as if it was no big deal. Okay so she knew it was a big deal for the mayor's daughter be hanging out with the guy that leads a gang adn as soon as he turns eighteen is going to be locked up but she didnt really care, so her mother would be so ashamed but oh fucking well.
This is the last place you would think of Victoria Munroe being was here and with Harper Davenport with his hand on he ass pissing off some girl that lived with him. Victoria really didnt like to piss people off, but she wasnt the one that was doing it even if she was helping, which of course at this point just made her think that he was using her, but what guy didnt use a girl at some point in time? Thats right evey guy, and she was used to it anyway for the simple fact ever boyfriend she had ever had, had cheated on her. So what was the difference in being used and being cheated on? She didnt see any difference so why not just place along and help piss her off? And just let him do what he pleased and then return to their normal lives the next day.
A small laugh came from victoria not even thinking when she heard him finally comment on the whoreish looks. "Oh of course you do, what guy doesnt' she said rolling her eyes, so yes she could be a sarcastic little bitch at times too, just another issue that people got used to with her, but once you got to know her you found it pretty funny wll most people did.. "Your sure she wont eat me alive?" she asked looking past him at the house to see the girl glaring at them. For a moment she looked at her, and realized that she belonged there unlike herself, harper should have been with someone pretty like her not someone that was concindered a whore.
Everything that had happend tonight was all on a leap of fate but what happened next she never would have guessed not in a million years. The moment his lips touched hers her heart started to race and she felt like she was about to faint. She let her hands intrwain in his hair without even thinking, knowing that it would be marked as a mistake soon. Soon letting her hands fall from his hair before he stopped kissing her so that she would be able to think somewhat clearer but it didnt really help all so well. "Wha.. What was that for?" she asked him as he stepped back from her. Her eyes meeting his gaze with yet another unreadable expression.
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