Post by Dolly Jean on Apr 19, 2010 5:18:08 GMT -5
DOLLY ELLIE JEAN
Now I could have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I'm placed in
And get up and get my own
Now I could have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I'm placed in
And get up and get my own
Age: eighteen
Experience: around four years or so
How You Found Us: revamps
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Nickname(s): Dolly Baby, Dolly (this is what she's known as to everyone), Doll
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Birthday: Feb 17th
Sexuality: straight
Grade: senior
Canon or OC: OC
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Eye Color: blue or grey
Height: five eleven
Weight: round 120
Clothing Style: very laid back, tank tops jeans that are slightly baggy, mainly dark blue, black, very low key clothes, kind of retro looking
Distinguishing Marks or Physical Traits: for one, she is taller than girls normally are, and for two, there happens to be a little tattoo of a reaper on her back, rather her shoulder, that everyone can see most of the time, as she mostly wears tank tops.
Played by: jessica szohr
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Dislikes: her name, her father, her life, crying, large crowds, her mother
Strengths: book smart, quick to take a stand, fast with a come back, strong, street smart, clean record
Weaknesses: highly guarded, outspoken, sarcastic, mean, bitchy
Fears : she'll let someone in, said person will hurt her, dieing before she turns twenty one
Goals: making it to 21, going to a good college for her film making and photography.
Overall Personality: Dolly is a very closed off person, not letting many people in. The ones she does let in is her mother, and the gang, and maybe a few friends, but they are not in entirely. She puts up a front that almost no one can see around. She was taught when she was young to never let anyone see you cry, so now, if she does cry, no one knows, and if she cried in front of someone, it would have to be someone she entirely trusts. Other that, she has an explosive temper, that she tries to keep in check, but that does not happen all the time, does it? She gets into fights at school, but unlike normal schools, brooklyn high doesnt even notice it.
When she's not fighting, she is a very laid back person, who you could get into a deep conversation with. She used to be close to her mother, but that changed. No one knows this but her close friends, but she is really into film making and photography, she even thinks about going to a film school. But that is just a dream, and when you live on the streets of Brooklyn, things don't look too good college wise.
But this doesnt mean she doesnt know how to have a good time, she definetly knows how to do that, and her friends know that for sure. People would assume that she is a tight assed quiet loner, but the people who know her, and know about her, know different
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Father: james leon Jean
Sibling(s): none
Pets: none
Other Family: maybe a cousin or an aunt somewhere
Nationality: African-American and Hungarian.
Hometown: New York
Overall History: Dolores Ellie Jean was born in Brooklyn hospital in the middle of an uneventful day, well, other than the fact that there were a few shootings down the street, but who wants to hear about that?
Her parents were very happy to finally have a baby in their lives, if they knew what a handful she was going to be growing up, their smiles would have been wiped of their faces. The trouble did not happen until she was around ten, so her parents had a great life for ten years, but they split, for the first time.
Her father is one of THE Jean's, a wealthy man who owns his own law firm, but that isn't where their money comes from. It comes from the family, the Jean family did something great or whatever, and they got rich back in the day, but people don't know that about Dolly. She doesn't know that about her history really. She does know though, that her father owns his own firm, and that he is a complete dick. When her parents split the first time, she acted out in the usual ways, tipping over desks at school, punching all the other little girls who made fun of her, and setting the principals car on fire, the second time though, when she was fifteen, she withdrew into her music, art, and film making. Her mother and her were quite close, until recently, when her father got back together with her for good. They had been living in a small one bedroom apartment for about a year, her finally having a stable job, or so she told her mom. But her mother decided to move back in with her father, who's upper east side home, could house everyone Dolly knew, but she refused to go. She was raised in this world, and there was no way that she would transfer to some preppy bitch ass school that her father picked for her.
So now she is finishing out her high school career at Brooklyn high, living on her own, and is a part of the Reaperz.
When Dolly was young, her father used to tell her to be strong, to never show weakness, because that is how you won in life, so she grew up, being strong, never showing weakness, until she just..couldn't. These days Dolly just brushes everything off, it rolls off her, nothing can touch her, or so she thinks. Not many people know about Dolly's home situation, or the fact that her family is actually rich, but if someone does find out, she won't deny it, because that is who she is, and if anyone starts spewing garbage about her being daddy's little rich girl, well, they better hope they have a good crew behind them.
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Code Word: -admin edit-
RP Sample:
Leah heard crunching of bones, and the agonizing screams of people. She heard flesh ripping, and the sound of teeth hitting together as they chewed through flesh. She shot up in her bed. The crimson eyes of her dream still lurking in front of her mind. She growled and pushed the dream away. It had been about a group of Vampires attacking her home, while she sat there, unable to do anything.
She kicked the covers off of of her body, she was covered with a cold sweat. Something was not right, she could feel it, the air was buzzing with a terrible energy. She made her way to the kitchen, where she grabbed a glass of water and downed it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, her dream still played, over and over again on a loop, the memory of a sudden cry of a woman or a man piercing through the night in her dream startled her, and she dropped her glass. It shattered on the floor.
"Crap," She muttered, picking up the large pieces of glass, and putting them into teh garbage. She glanced around warily, making sure her mother was not awoken by the crash. It did not hit her, until she was done cleaning up, that the scream was not from her dream, it had come from down the road. She raced to the bathroom, and looked out of the window, seeing nothing but darkness, even with her heightened senses. Only when she went closer to the window, and opened it, did she smell them. Another wolf pack. The D''Avol Pack. She cursed loudly, running back into her small kitchen, a piece of glass pierced the skin on the bottom of her foot, but she ignored it. She ripped the phone off the cradle and dialed Jake's number, it rang, and rang, then finally wen tto voice male.
"D''Avol pack, get here, now," She said, and hung up the phone. She called Sam's house, and left the same message.
She paced for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. She heard more screams, and more crunching, and more tearing. Her dream had been real, she had heard the noises while she was sleeping, and they blended into a dream. She was shaking so hard, that when her mother came up behind her, seh spun around, a low growl in her throat. She straightened up from the crouch that she had went to.
"Mom, get back in your room, lock the doors, do not come out, no matter what, get dad's gun," She ran for the door, stripping on her way, onc seh was clear of the frame, she burst into wolf form. She spun to see her mother shut the door, a panicked look on her face. Leah raced off down the street, it took her a while to get to where she saw carnage and bones lying about. they had moved on, and were killing more people. She let out a growl, wondering where the others were. She was not about charge in to a pit of creepy shifters without backup. She stalked the edges of the forest, waiting for one of the others to join her. She hear foot steps behind her, and spun around, it could have been anyone, as she was not paying attention to the mental link, due to the fact that she was trying to think up ways to attack that would not end in her getting killed. She backed up, slowly, glancing around for an escape rout in case it was one of the D''avol.
She kicked the covers off of of her body, she was covered with a cold sweat. Something was not right, she could feel it, the air was buzzing with a terrible energy. She made her way to the kitchen, where she grabbed a glass of water and downed it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, her dream still played, over and over again on a loop, the memory of a sudden cry of a woman or a man piercing through the night in her dream startled her, and she dropped her glass. It shattered on the floor.
"Crap," She muttered, picking up the large pieces of glass, and putting them into teh garbage. She glanced around warily, making sure her mother was not awoken by the crash. It did not hit her, until she was done cleaning up, that the scream was not from her dream, it had come from down the road. She raced to the bathroom, and looked out of the window, seeing nothing but darkness, even with her heightened senses. Only when she went closer to the window, and opened it, did she smell them. Another wolf pack. The D''Avol Pack. She cursed loudly, running back into her small kitchen, a piece of glass pierced the skin on the bottom of her foot, but she ignored it. She ripped the phone off the cradle and dialed Jake's number, it rang, and rang, then finally wen tto voice male.
"D''Avol pack, get here, now," She said, and hung up the phone. She called Sam's house, and left the same message.
She paced for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. She heard more screams, and more crunching, and more tearing. Her dream had been real, she had heard the noises while she was sleeping, and they blended into a dream. She was shaking so hard, that when her mother came up behind her, seh spun around, a low growl in her throat. She straightened up from the crouch that she had went to.
"Mom, get back in your room, lock the doors, do not come out, no matter what, get dad's gun," She ran for the door, stripping on her way, onc seh was clear of the frame, she burst into wolf form. She spun to see her mother shut the door, a panicked look on her face. Leah raced off down the street, it took her a while to get to where she saw carnage and bones lying about. they had moved on, and were killing more people. She let out a growl, wondering where the others were. She was not about charge in to a pit of creepy shifters without backup. She stalked the edges of the forest, waiting for one of the others to join her. She hear foot steps behind her, and spun around, it could have been anyone, as she was not paying attention to the mental link, due to the fact that she was trying to think up ways to attack that would not end in her getting killed. She backed up, slowly, glancing around for an escape rout in case it was one of the D''avol.
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