Post by Jelly Alice Eilonwy on Feb 27, 2012 4:22:47 GMT -5
Jennifer Alice Eilonwy
get ready for a wild ride
better take your time baby
get back to the basics.
Nickname: Jelly
Age: Sixteen, August 21st
Nationality: American
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight.
Status: Single
Student or adult: Student
Face Claim: Kirsten Ostrenga
Extra Appearence: Usually Hidden Tattoos and Some Piercing Holes
make a good impression
Personality is Key
[Jelly's] Likes
- Boys
- Jelly Beans
- Shopping
- Singing
- Diamonds
- Acting
[Jelly's] Dislikes
- Fast Food
- Calories
- Idiots
- Raisins
- Candy
Goals
- To become lower then a double zero in pants size.
- To make it as a famous rock star.
- To find some friends worth her time.
Fears
- Gaining weight
- Getting trapped under a pile of snow
- Eating too much
- Her father
- Being called fat
Secrets
- She has anorexia which in some cases leads to bulimia
- Her father used to beat her
- She takes anxiety medication and anti-depressants
Strengths
- Getting in the last word
- Strong vocalist
- smart when applying self
Weaknesses
- anorexia
- doesn't play well with others
- secret low self-esteem
Quirks
- Rubs hands together when nervous
- Grinds teeth at night
- Bites on tongue
Attractions
- Taken Men
- Brunettes
- Abs
Overall Personality
- Mean: Due to all of the stress in Jelly's life, she tends to make fun of just about everyone. Even if she likes someone and wants them as a friend, she'll make fun of them. She doesn't always mean it, it's just something she can't control. Picking on people makes her feel like she's something.
- Paranoid: Paranoia is something Jelly doesn't even really realize that she suffers from. Still, her case is pretty severe. She's always paranoid about her weight, checking the scale every morning and night. She's constantly feeling like everyone is looking at her and judging her. Sometimes she even has a tendency to assume people are following her.
- Fearful: Jelly is afraid of having relationships with other people in life. She's always positive they'll end up hurting her. Even if she steals your boyfriend, she won't let him in. Plus, she's also afraid of many other things like going home after school.
- Depressed: Happy thoughts have almost completely vanished from Jelly's life. Through all of the drama she's faced, she's found it very hard to be optimistic about anything.
- Passionate: It was hard for her to do, but Jelly managed to become extremely passionate about singing and acting. They are her only two escapes in life.
keep moving foreward
history shapes our future.
Place of Residence:L.A.
Birthplace: L.A.
Father's Name:Alexander Devon Parkinson
Mother's Name: Alice Jewel Eilonwy
Siblings: None
History:
While Jennifer’s mother was pregnant with her, her father left. He felt having a baby was a mistake, and that he wasn’t ready for it. Plus, he had a habit of cheating, drinking, and gambling all of his money away. He wouldn’t exactly be father material anyways, so Jennifer’s mother decided in her mind that it was for the best, and she raised Jennifer as an only child. While growing up, Jennifer became obsessed with eating jelly beans. Therefore, her mother nicknamed her Jelly. Jennifer and her mother had a perfect relationship. Jelly never acted out, so her mother never needed to punish her. Her mother was her best friend. She was a good little girl full of promise for a great future. She had so many hopes and dreams, and her mother supported her all the way.
On Jelly’s thirteenth birthday, the unthinkable happened. They were having a birthday party at the beaching, and her mother went surfing like she did every so often while Jelly played happily on the beach with her friends. The beach was nearly empty that day. While surfing, Jelly’s mother tried to take on a wave she couldn’t handle. She went twirling into the ocean and hit her head on a sharp rock which killed her. Jelly was mortified.
After the passing of Jelly’s mother, she was sent to live with the other name on her birth certificate. A man by the name of Alexander Devon Parkinson, her father. Alexander didn’t want the young girl, but nobody stepped up to take her. He was stuck with her. For that day on, life was a living nightmare for Jelly. Her father drank every night and beat her. He told her how worthless she was and let her know how un-wanted she was. He made a lot of comments like ” You’re so disgusting and fat just like your mother always was.“ which brought an eating disorder to the young girl. She began skipping meals for days at a time, and sometimes threw up when she did eat. She ate just enough to keep her breathing and nothing more then that, and every time she did, she cried, feeling like a cow.
Jelly’s high school life wasn’t any better. She became cruel and cold-hearted, turning off any possible friends she could have had. The few friends she had, she did stupid things like stealing their boyfriends for no apparent reason, causing her to loose them too. She spent her time at home locked up in her room, hoping her father wouldn’t come in. Her only escape was getting to show off her talents at Hollywood Arts.
better have looks or brains
everything else is trivial.
C-Box Name:Vendi
Other Characters:Marae Hanna Velodywn & Robbie Davis Jackson
Roleplay Sample:
In Marae's opinion, night time was the best time to take a trip to the park. It was the least crowded time to be there, which filled the air with far less noise then usual. She loved being able to hear the sounds of crickets and bunnies hopping around in the bushes. It made the world we live in today seem better, like all the sorrows didn't exist. Marae couldn't think of a better use of time then to go to the park during the nights she couldn't sleep. It was so much nicer then be crammed up in her room with the broken window. Out here she could get fresh air, and who doesn't appreciate fresh air?
Marae let out a peaceful sigh as she walked through the park with her fluffy pink blanket and hard cover book held close to her chest in her arms. She was looking for a different spot to sit down then her usual place underneath an old oak tree. She felt like mixing things up a little. As her father always said, It's the little things we change in our day to day lives that make for the most happiest in the morning after. Other then a few amazing hair stylists, Marae's dad could be considered her hero. He knew just what to say at every moment no matter what you could lay on the table, and he always supported every crazy dream Marae had ever had. Even during her darker times when she tried an illegal thing or two, he still didn't judge her. He, instead, gave her a few words of wisdom to pull her through. She only wished her mother could have been just as supportive.
Marae shook her head. This wasn't the time to think of such things. She was in an amazing, peaceful place, and she wasn't going to dis-honor it's vibe with her negative energy. That would be cruel of her.
A bird that should have been sleeping made a chirp. She scanned around, and she found the little tan bird in the middle of what was usually the baseball field. Wondering what the bird was doing there, she walked over to it, only to scare it off. Marae frowned, but she knew it was unlikely that the bird was going to be her new friend.
Deciding to settle, Marae laid her pink, fluffy blanket down in the middle of the baseball field where the bird was. The little creature obviously thought this was a nice spot for some reason, so she thought she'd give it a try. She set her book down, and laid there for a moment, soaking in the beauty of the stars in the night sky above her. Today was totally a perfect night to be out here. There were more stars then she could even count.
After a few minutes, Marae sat up and picked up her book. She pulled her book-light out of her light purple sweater and opened her book to the page she was on before attaching it to the back of her hard-covered fairy book. Her light was a clip, then the spring, and then the shape of a cute little green frog where the light bulb was. She had plenty of book lights, but this one was her favorite. Her first crush from when she was around ten years old had given it to her as a birthday gift. She loved how it reminded her of her youth, and how innocent she perceived the world to be those days. The kids may have been cruel, but the rest of the world was full of possibilities. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to go back, though she doubted she would bother changed anything.
When Marae was younger, she was often teased for being a little different then the rest of the kids. She was always wearing way to much pink and listening to rock music her dad played in the car as a daily thing. Kids also loved to harp on her for her hair seeing as how she cut it and styled it herself. Back in those days, she wasn't nearly as talented as she was now. It made her believe the boy who gave her the book light was forced to by his parents or something of the sort. Some days she swore she could have been mistaken for a poodle when she got a hold of her mother's curling iron. Her mother never wanted to let her go to school looking as she did, but her father insisted expressing herself at an early age was good for development. Her mother still blamed her father for her odd looks today.
Thinking about her past made Marae smile and laugh to herself. Come to think of it, she really didn't find her current self much different from her ten year old self. Sure, her hair was much better, she was smarter, and a whole lot less innocent, but she still felt she was the same. Her dreams hadn't changed nor did her fashion sense. Well, now she could also tell the difference between most of the people faking being her friend and those who actually were. In those situations sometimes she considered her knowledge and memory a curse, because a lot of people, specifically boys, liked to use her to get test answers and try to get her to do her homework. She was getting better at now falling for any tall, handsome guy pretending to hit on her though. She had made a goal to no longer be naive when guys were involved.
Marae coughed, and she heard something made a clink against the fence. She assumed it was just an animal passing through. There really wasn't another explanation for it, seeing as she was all alone.
Looking down at her book, Marae finally ended her long train of thought and began to read.
Marae let out a peaceful sigh as she walked through the park with her fluffy pink blanket and hard cover book held close to her chest in her arms. She was looking for a different spot to sit down then her usual place underneath an old oak tree. She felt like mixing things up a little. As her father always said, It's the little things we change in our day to day lives that make for the most happiest in the morning after. Other then a few amazing hair stylists, Marae's dad could be considered her hero. He knew just what to say at every moment no matter what you could lay on the table, and he always supported every crazy dream Marae had ever had. Even during her darker times when she tried an illegal thing or two, he still didn't judge her. He, instead, gave her a few words of wisdom to pull her through. She only wished her mother could have been just as supportive.
Marae shook her head. This wasn't the time to think of such things. She was in an amazing, peaceful place, and she wasn't going to dis-honor it's vibe with her negative energy. That would be cruel of her.
A bird that should have been sleeping made a chirp. She scanned around, and she found the little tan bird in the middle of what was usually the baseball field. Wondering what the bird was doing there, she walked over to it, only to scare it off. Marae frowned, but she knew it was unlikely that the bird was going to be her new friend.
Deciding to settle, Marae laid her pink, fluffy blanket down in the middle of the baseball field where the bird was. The little creature obviously thought this was a nice spot for some reason, so she thought she'd give it a try. She set her book down, and laid there for a moment, soaking in the beauty of the stars in the night sky above her. Today was totally a perfect night to be out here. There were more stars then she could even count.
After a few minutes, Marae sat up and picked up her book. She pulled her book-light out of her light purple sweater and opened her book to the page she was on before attaching it to the back of her hard-covered fairy book. Her light was a clip, then the spring, and then the shape of a cute little green frog where the light bulb was. She had plenty of book lights, but this one was her favorite. Her first crush from when she was around ten years old had given it to her as a birthday gift. She loved how it reminded her of her youth, and how innocent she perceived the world to be those days. The kids may have been cruel, but the rest of the world was full of possibilities. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to go back, though she doubted she would bother changed anything.
When Marae was younger, she was often teased for being a little different then the rest of the kids. She was always wearing way to much pink and listening to rock music her dad played in the car as a daily thing. Kids also loved to harp on her for her hair seeing as how she cut it and styled it herself. Back in those days, she wasn't nearly as talented as she was now. It made her believe the boy who gave her the book light was forced to by his parents or something of the sort. Some days she swore she could have been mistaken for a poodle when she got a hold of her mother's curling iron. Her mother never wanted to let her go to school looking as she did, but her father insisted expressing herself at an early age was good for development. Her mother still blamed her father for her odd looks today.
Thinking about her past made Marae smile and laugh to herself. Come to think of it, she really didn't find her current self much different from her ten year old self. Sure, her hair was much better, she was smarter, and a whole lot less innocent, but she still felt she was the same. Her dreams hadn't changed nor did her fashion sense. Well, now she could also tell the difference between most of the people faking being her friend and those who actually were. In those situations sometimes she considered her knowledge and memory a curse, because a lot of people, specifically boys, liked to use her to get test answers and try to get her to do her homework. She was getting better at now falling for any tall, handsome guy pretending to hit on her though. She had made a goal to no longer be naive when guys were involved.
Marae coughed, and she heard something made a clink against the fence. She assumed it was just an animal passing through. There really wasn't another explanation for it, seeing as she was all alone.
Looking down at her book, Marae finally ended her long train of thought and began to read.
Quote: adminedit.
