Post by peyton shawn richards on Nov 25, 2009 20:54:41 GMT -5
PEYTON SHAWN RICHARDS
credits to WANKER! of caution 2.0
* Untouchable like
A distant diamond sky ,
Mmm ,
I'm reaching out ,
And I just ,
Can't tell you why ,
I'm caught up in you ,
I'm caught up in you . .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS KAYLA BO BAYLE FE FY FO FAYLA.....i'm sick. :[, AND I AM EIGHT-SEVEN, thanks. no need to point out how OLD i am. >.>.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT FIVE, SIX YEARS? i don't keep count.
I'LL BE MAKING SOME KICK BUTT CHARACTERS LATER. I SAIDDDD, I'LL BE MAKING SOME KICK BUTT CHARACTERS LATER.. I WANT MY CUSTOM MEMBER TITLE TO SAY its you its true your electric i cant get over it OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS EVERYTHINGS FINE AS LONG AS I'M GETTING THINNER. WOO.
- - - - nicknames, pey....ton? :]
- - - - gender, female
- - - - sexuality, straight
- - - - occupation, student
- - - - wealth class, high
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- - - - eyes, blue
- - - - hair, blonde
- - - - built, slender
- - - - weight, 120
- - - - height, 5'8
- - - - fashion sense, girly? ah.
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- - - - loathes, fur, broccoli, seventies, afros, bugs, messy rooms, wrinkled clothes, biting babies, birds, boo-boo's, alcohol, cigarettes, the smell of cigarettes, yellow teeth, jerks.
- - - - strenghts, making someone happy, cooking, singing, surviving akward situations, saving the day.
- - - - weaknesses, kittens, animals in general, saying no!, kids.
- - - - dreams, to marry nico, if he stops being...crazy. XD
- - - - fears, losing nico, dying young.
- - - - grade, senior now.
- - - - overall personality, Peyton's a very bubbly, happy, energetic person. She's usually bouncing off the walls constantly, and always has a smile on her face. She's usually cracking a joke and can usually be heard laughing a couple feet away. She's a great conversation starter and can make tons of friends instantly. Peyton can be very loud, and gets excited easily. Like a puppy mostly. Peyton has this strong energy around her and can probably make anyone happy and jump with her usually.
Peyton can be very sensitive towards what people say to her. Sometimes she'd rather hear lies than the truth. She's that sensitive. You can make the girl cry easily, and she can also cry on demand when she's asked to. Also quite the actress. You can make her good mood crumble instantly, it really doesn’t take much. She seems so strong and independent on the outside, though she's very fragile on the inside. Peyton isn’t one for violence, and is trying to be much of the non-violence person she could be. Peyton would probably only use violence when is needed to or when necessary. Like slapping a guy for doing something horrible mostly.
Peyton cares about everything and everybody. She's usually one for making everyone happy, and to stop the drama. She's like a mini Dr. Phil I would guess. Trying to fix everyone’s problems, which is what Peyton likes to do. And what she does best. She's a good listener to anyone, and never judges a book by its cover. People and books as well.
This girl is obsessed with romantic things, books, or movies. Peyton even loves the cheesy things guys do, like sing to you from a window, or say something that makes you want to snort and giggle. She usually takes everyone seriously and will never take them for granted. Peyton's not all that mean or feisty too people, it just makes her feel bad for lashing out at people. When their usually perfectly innocent, or not in some cases. But when someone is being mean towards her friends and is naturally evil, she'll yell at them to leave them all. Peyton isn’t all that intimidating, but she tries at least.
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- - - - family,
MOTHER: layla mackenzie richars
FATHER: henry marcus richards
- - - - pets, her pet turtle bob.
- - - - overall history, Peyton was born in Tennessee, May thirteenth, one day after her grand-mothers birthday. Peyton had always looked up to her grandmother, had always seen her as a role model. There was something about the way her grandmother did things, the way she said things that intrigued Peyton. She had always spent her summers with her grandmother, always doing something with her. Her parents thought it was adorable, and so did her grandmother. For some reason, Peyton wanted to be like her grandmother when she was tiny. She always used to dress up in her grandmothers old sixties and seventies clothes she had packed away in the attic. Ever since she turned thirteen though, Peyton thought it was un-cool to hang out with your grandmother during the summer. Seeing as she would rather hang out with her friends and flirt with boys by the pool. Then to repeat the same ritual she did every year at her grandmothers. Which of course, it was fun. Not like she would ever admit to her friends that she liked to play dress up in her mother’s old clothes. Why would she want to ruin her social status at her school? Seeing as she was one of the most likeable girls there was to..like. She wasn’t as snobby as the other popular girls, and she was conceded like them as well. She was more down to earth then most. Peyton was very picky about her boyfriends and wanted to always choose wisely. Which had been going great for her so far. She always kept record of all the boyfriends she had and never let things get too far. If they did, she would instantly cut them off. She was one for waiting to have sex till married.
Peyton had always kept her teddy bear with her when she slept, and although her parents had tried to take it away, it stayed with her. It's name, Mr. Teddy. Very original for a three year old when she had named it and gotten it. She's very attached tot eh bear, seeing as her grandmother had gotten it for her for Christmas. Its bow was red and green and she never felt that the bear was ever out of season. It had a light brown fur and big black eyes and floppy arms and legs she liked to play with. It had a slight scratch down the back where they had to replace more stuffing, seeing as it was loosing it in some places. White stitches mark where it is, and every year mostly it needs to be re-stitched and re-stuffed just a tad. Peyton also slept with a night light, seeing as she always had fears of the dark for some odd reason. She just felt un-easy in complete and utter darkness. Two things she didn’t exactly wanted to blurt out to her friends at all.
Growing up, Peyton seemed like the picture perfect child, and she was. Well, no ones perfect. She had her ups and downs always. Her parents were always kind and supportive of her dreams and hardly let her down in promises or anything else. Of course, her brother was always a huge handful, always striving to get their attention first. Peyton and Dylan always had a brotherly-sisterly love for each other. Even thought they fought constantly over stupid stuff, they always started falling over themselves saying sorry to one another. Finally, at age fifteen she had realized that..who cared if she spent the summer with her grandmother? It was her choice, not theirs. They couldn’t decide what she had to do. So, she spent her last summer at her grandmothers. The last and only summer she would see her grandmother. But she didn’t know that at the time, and went on happily visiting and doing things with her grandmother.
It was the middle of winter when they got the call from her aunt, that her grandmother had passed away. It was a natural death, just of age. Her grandmother was at the age of eighty-five when she had died and Peyton was devasted. Where was she going to go during her summers? She now didn’t want to go to the pool and gossip with friends as they checked out cute boys. She wanted her grand-ma, not her friends. Peyton was suddenly dormant, never talked to anyone unless it as necessary. It was pretty sad for such a outgoing girl like herself. You would think she would go into some sort of depression, but she didn’t. She just sort of...floated away from her family. It was hard to get Peyton talking, and she never seemed to have that same sparkle in her eye she seemed to have alot. Her pretty, blonde curly hair was always up in a pony tail or bun it seemed. Which had made her mother frowns every time she saw Peyton. That pretty of hair was treasured in the family and came from her mother. It was a tradition for someone in the family to have it. It was to be treasured and to never be up for days and days on end. But to be wore down and gazed upon, like her grandmother had said, in more difficult words to understand.
Slowly after she turned sixteen, she had her sweet sixteen party. Which everyone thought would rise her spirits and their old Peyton would return. Well, it kind of have. Not fully at least, she still had those sorrow feelings, the empty feeling in her stomach she had at times. She danced and laughed and smiled, just like her old self. Her witty smart remarks came back and her outgoing personality had started to come back. The color in her face and the sparkle in her eye when she was excited. She started getting back with her friends, starting to hang out and everything started rolling again. Peyton was way more picky then before with boys and always wanted someone who treated her nicely and respected her. She already did, but she became stricter on that factor.
Peyton got sick of Tennessee and needed something new and different. Something that would leave her with memory’s. And because she didn’t want to end up living in Tennessee the rest of her life either. Tennessee was just plain boring to her, mountains. Wow, she saw them all the time. Bears, she saw those plenty of times as well. She wanted to see flashing lights and taxi cabs, and traffic. Wanted to walk down the sidewalk to places without taking a car and driving thirty-minutes to get to the closest town near her small town. She asked them once to go to New York, saying that there were school she could attend, and she could very well make friends as easily as she made them here. But her parents had said no, shaking their heads. They wanted their princess to stay with them, in boring Tennessee. After two months of sucking up to them, she asked again. Finally, her parents gave in and she was ecstatic. Finally, here she comes New York. Of course it was going to be difficult getting around New York, getting used to things. And the fact that she had to restart, but that wasn’t that bad. Maybe making a whole lot of new friends, because what if they acted different in New York then they did in Tennessee. She had seen those movies, with their tough accents and even tougher looks, and saw they had a big attitude. Peyton hoped they wouldn’t be like that, at least the people she met at least.[/ul][/ul]
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