Post by JUDE APRIL HENDERSON on Mar 13, 2009 19:26:30 GMT -5
JUDE APRIL HENDERSON
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and when the truth gets scary
i‘ll take me gin a sherry[/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED
FULL NAME: Jude April Henderson
NICKNAMES: Jude, Jude-bug, Jub-Jub, Jubaca
SEX: female
AGE: 17
GRADE: Twelve
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
ETHNICITY: French, American, Swedish
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION
FACE CLAIM: Blake Lively
HAIR: Natural dirty blonde, hangs just shy of the middle of her back, naturally wavy and if seen worn up, then it’s a pretty good hint she’s having a bad day.
EYES: Both eyes are hazel, with some brown flecks around the iris.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5’8, 128
BODY TYPE: Slender
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Oh the many scars this girl has gotten, on her left thigh is the mark where they had to fix her leg up after she fell of her bike. She has scars from many various stitches, as well as a 4 inch mark on her right elbow from when she tried to fly by jumping off her roof.
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME
LIKES: working on cars, reading, staying out late, being near water, the sunshine, driving, singing songs, bad boys, riding horses, sunglasses, guitar, Shakespeare, rollerblading, traveling, bikes, sunsets, swimming, cottages, family.
DISLIKES: sickness, coffee, prissy girls, texting, gardening, predictability, small spaces, breaking strings, colour contacts, body odour, lying, sad movies.
STRENGTHS: always confident, very spontaneous, talented singer, one of the guys, sticks to what she believes in.
WEAKNESSES: has a hard time staying away from painful thoughts, parties too much, doesn’t take things seriously, lies, being honest with people.
HABITS/QUIRKS: loves to talk in accents, writes about literally everything, sings almost all the time, forgets everything, tugs her sleeves a lot.
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS
PARENTS:
Carolina Anne Walsh, 43, teacher, living, mother
Derrek Andrew Henderson, 48, accountant, living, father
SIBLINGS:
Micah, brother, 18, student, living
Rachel, sister, 22, student, living
Emerson, brother, 23, student/model, livng
OTHER FAMILY:
Granny Margaret, 82, retired, living
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU
MEMBER TITLE: come back to me?[/blockquote]
STEREOTYPE Blondie
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:annette lightly touched the skin on her small arms, it’s soft flesh still sore from slipping earlier, only because she was a native to wells bay didn’t make her impenetrable to slipping every now and then. as she lay in bed there was a knock on her bedroom door, and her mother poked her head in. “are you feeling better?” she asked, annette nodded, trying to look like she hadn’t been daydreaming again when she should have been working on her papers. as if missing the oh so obvious shrug off, her mother intruded in her room, sitting down on the edge of her bed, putting a slightly clammy hand against her forehead. “mom, i‘m fine, what are you doing?” she asked. her mother rolled her eyes, taking her hand away putting them into her lap, she always did this, acted very motherly whenever she needed to vent about her frustrations, or whatever they were, onto her daughter. the first time she’d done this annette was only 8, and she didn’t think she needed to know any of what her mother was telling about her, commitment issues, troubles with being honest, all these things seemed to pull her from the comfort of childhood and innocence, into something most women around here would call a young lady.
but oh no, annette was so much more. the perfect, small town girl on the outside. golden and sinning hair with sweet blue eyes, no one, save a few, would guess the girl inside that waited to come out. the true annette pranced around the edges, told manipulative little lies and rather enjoyed it. sometimes annette herself had to wonder if this was some mental disorder, or if she did have a conscious why it remained so quite all the time. it wasn’t like she went around kicking puppies and stealing lolly’s from babies, but she enjoyed messing up a persons day, liked getting loud and arguing. the real annette also happened to be hopeless when it came to taking some of her own medicine, some had tried but she always found a way to get past it. however her mother had been one piece of gum on her shoes she could never fully get off. “alright, what happened?”
for a church going, god-fearing women, brinley brinslow had a lot of skeletons. after a half hour of ‘woe is me’ annette had all she could stomach, faming some study group meeting she needed to get to and left, her mother seemed annoyed but understood, before reluctantly going back to her routine of housewife/floozy.
the parent annette liked to boast about was her father, he was the only stable man in her life, always sending cards, reminders about appointments, and was helping her pay for university. she hoped she took after him. the only really significant proof she didn’t was the feelings annette got when she thought about her professor, the way her heart began to beat a little more when he spoke, the butterflies when she thought she caught him starring at her. so why did he have that stupid ring on his finger? the blonde figure drifted through the crowded mid day folks making their way by, folks stopping at the market, going into the library, chatting with old friends and completely absorbed in their day to day lives.
her phone was burning a hole in her pocket, her slim finger drifting over the keys, and she finally called him, coming up with needing some help on a paper. although she was quite able to do it on her own, a little company sounded much better at the time, and any excuse to get professor ryan to see her outside of their student and teacher rolls was one she didn’t want to miss. once he agreed to come meet her for some coffee and extra help she eagerly went back home, getting her books and wondering what to do with her hair. she decided to let the lose, and slightly wet curls alone, they would dry once inside, and it seemed a waste of time to do anything in that town, it always rained, if not in buckets than just sprinkling, managing to beat the best strengtheners.
running her fingers through her hair she arrived at the coffee shop, grabbing a spot away from the main group of people as she waited for prince charming.
CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES[/color]
AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND
YOUR NAME: infamous erin?!
HOW'D YOU FIND US: tany e-mailed me
ANYTHING ELSE? yey!
