Post by tessa flynn on Aug 11, 2012 22:38:28 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
Tessa Violet Flynn
[/b][/size]a little attitude
Tessa Violet Flynn
sup, my name is Justine
been breathing air for 17 years now
but only been living for 5 1/2 years
you can drop me a line at happyhappyjoyjoy112@yahoo.com or really, just PM me. That’d be better.
hey teachers, hey creatures,
i'm gonna' school ya'[/center]
nicknames: Mostly Tess, but very rarely T.
age: 17
birthday: October 21st
gender:female
orientation: heterosexual
occupation:student, (possible day job!!)
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justwait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/SIZE] take a breath of air before you faint
height: 5’4’’
weight: 120
build Thin.
eyes: Tess’s eyes are a grey mix of blue and green. When she’s wearing blue, they seem green. When she’s wearing green, they seem blue. When she’s not wearing either of the colors, they just look grey.
hair: Tess’s hair is red, and straight.It’s typically left down, put if she’s working hard on something, it’ll be in a high pony to keep it out of her eyes.
distinguishing features: Other than her glasses, Tess really just fades into the background, something she’s always felt lucky for.
tattoos and piercings: First hole in each ear, that’s all. They usually hold little pearls.
personal style: Her fashion is very basic. She likes shirts with some embellishment, but is not someone who is crazy about color or style. She wears what she finds on clearance. She likes cardigans, and has no cleavage to show off. She is very conservative when it comes to fashion.
appearance: Tess is a shorter girl who tends to fade into the background. She holds herself in the correct position, in fear of scholosis. Tess is normal in almost every appearance way. She walks like everyone else, she holds herself like everyone else, really, Tess just tries to blend in any way she can.
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/SIZE]or do you think you'll fight?
dislikes: bugs, the outdoors, being hot, dumb people, loud noises, excitement, danger, sports, heights, darkness, bright lights,
strengths: very intelligent, prepared, organized, knows Dewey Decimal system by heart, is a good navigator, can do trigonometry,
weaknesses: socially awkward, not physically strong, cannot stand up for self, scared of sunburn, doesn’t know how to talk to boys,
greatest fear: death
greatest desire: success
habits and quirks: bites her nails, talks to herself, doesn’t leave house without wearing sunscreen
overall personality: Tess was always the girl who faded into the background. All through school, people wouldn’t even know her name, let alone what she looked like. She always struggled with making friends and generally talking. She was also a very fearful girl, who would research freak accidents, and how people can die from ordinary tasks. For this reason, she’s frightened of death, from all causes (skin cancer from the sun, etc)
Tess had few friends as well, but never minded. In school, she’d just sit alone. Tess was pretty used to being alone, as her older brother rarely associated himself with her if ever. She’d just eat her lunch in the library and read. But, when she did have a friend, she was usually just as awkward as Tess.
In the issue of boys, Tess had never talked to a boy pretty much ever in her life.Yeah, there were group projects, but she would never be talking with any other boy. She’d heard horror stories of broken hearts, and never saw it as worth it to risk. She had a boy playmate growing up, but he saw her as really weird, and stopped talking to her.
In school, Tess was smart. She’d rarely raise her hand, but always understood. She understands math very well, and gets history. The only classes she really struggles in are gym and art, as she has issues with not coloring in the lines. She believes that the lines were put there for a reason, and that she should obey. In gym, she just was terrible at it. Balls came too fast, she needed to run too far, though she’d never complain. She’d just shut up and get hit by the ball.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/SIZE]we ain't fighting nothing
father: James, 47, fireman
siblings: Robert, 19, unemployed
extended family: Only important one is Gramma Anne, 76, unemployed. All others live up north.
pets: Turtle named Issac.
nationality: American
birthplace: Kennebunkport Maine.
history: Born on a blustery day in October, Tessa was a quiet baby. She rarely cried, and was happy doing whatever everyone else was doing. Her mother was happy, as was her father. Her brother, however, just found her a nuisance, and rarely paid attention to her.
Through school, Tess was the quiet smart one, her brother, the loud and boasting one. He was always very popular, as he was very good at football. He ignored Tess, and never outwardly stated that they were related. Jump a few years, to Tess’s junior year. That’s when everything happened.
Jazzell, who never worked, bought a lottery ticket. She won. However, Jazzell got greedy, with the 2 million dollars, and one day, packed her bags, and disappeared. She never made contact with the rest of the family, and traveled around Europe.
Meanwhile, back at home, James was dumbfounded that his wife magically disappeared. He had no other option than to sell their house, and move to Miami to be a fireman there. He moved in with his mother and brought his two kids. That’s where they live now, trying to adjust from living in such a cold climate to such a warm climate. Jazzelle is currently living in Italy, unbeknownst to James or her family. [/ul]
way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/SIZE]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
Chloe was ready. She had an idea in her head. She felt confident. Her memory strong in her mind. Going for ice cream with her family. The familiar smell of the air conditioning coming from inside, the exhaust from the rickety, old air conditioner spewing out side. The sound of children yelling, hearing their smiles. Seeing the little girl, possibly only six, her hair in two braids and her face brown with chocolate. The mother smiling and laughing, as she wipes it off.
Chloe was ten at the time. Standing with her two brothers, her mom, and her dad. She felt the warmth of her dad's hand. As much trouble they made her feel like she caused with being magic, they did still love her. They did still care for her. They were still her parents.
She felt the ice cream, giving off what seemed to be icy radiation, and feel it as it slowly dripped on to her nice new pink dress. Then, the family began to speak about an elite art school. The school they lied about to their friends about Chloe's education. "Expecto Patronum!" She said loudly. A little puff of white smoke appeared, starting to form something, but then disappearing. "Damn." She said quietly. The memory wasn't strong enough. So, Chloe started thinking again.
Another memory came to her. A year ago, her family was going to a ski lodge somewhere far north. They didn't want to bring her, since she was so odd, as they described her, so they left her home. Chloe got 3 days of doing whatever she wanted. So, she painted. She felt the stiffness of her hands after the first day, her hands now covered in dried paint. She had felt the slop of the red paint, as she did an alternative finger painting. Just like she was little again. The second night, after using crayons to make art, she made chicken pot pie. Or, well. Bought chicken pot pie, then put it in the oven. The smell danced through her nose, like the smell of spray paint that would come the next day, as she graffieted her bedroom walls. The warm taste of the pie on her tonge. And on the last night, the bubbling feeling of love, when she had a massive sleep over with Mason and Thea. Where they talked about Magic and Hogwarts loudly, and played with things they bought in Hogsmeade. She just couldn't stop thinking about how her parents came back the next day, and put a damper on the mood.
"Expecto Patronum!" She said again, an object with four legs, a body, a tail, and a head, appeared briefly, before disappearing again. She signed a breath of disappointment, then racked her brain once more. There was one last memory. A memory that was her favorite of all time. The feeling of love so emanate that day. December 25th 2008. Christmas day. The day she got to spend with a loving family.
Every year, the Hunter's had a big Christmas party on Chirstmas day, for all the Magical students who wanted a place to celebrate Christmas magically. This was a relief for some families, to have somewhere to send their "Odd" kids when worried about relatives. Mrs.Hunter always made a huge feast, of turkey, and ham, cookies, vegetables, you name it, they had it. Almost as big as a feast at Hogwarts.
Chloe had gotten into a fight with her parents the night before. Christmas Eve, her parents telling her what to say the next day relating to her schooling. They called her weird, and wanted her to be normal. Chloe had had it up to here with it, and grabbed her jacket, and trudged to the Hunter's home, tears hot on her cheeks. She knocked on the door, and was given a warm hug from Mrs.Hunter. A loving hug. A motherly hug. She let her in, making some tea, and Chloe explained everything that had happened that night. Mrs.Hunter found some of Jane's old pajamas, and let Chloe sleep over. That night, Mrs.Hunter apperated to London, buying a nice dress for Chloe to give to her in the morning.
It was the nicest gift Chloe had ever gotten. It wasn't some muggle thing that her mother thought she'd like, no. It was a pretty dress, that Mrs.Hunter had bought with Chloe in mind. Chloe could still feel the fabric, the softness of the dress, the smell of the roasting fire, taste the dozens and dozens of pies that Mrs.Hunter had made, seeing the smiles of her friends the next day, and hearing the laughter of the little kids running around as night fell on the best Christmas Chloe had ever had.
"Expecto Patronum!" She shouted, a smile on her face. A tiger erupted out of her wand, her cub in her mouth. The tiger stalked around, seeing nothing dangerous, before disappearing, leaving Chloe breath heavily, a huge smile on her face. I did it. She thought. I did it.
Chloe was ten at the time. Standing with her two brothers, her mom, and her dad. She felt the warmth of her dad's hand. As much trouble they made her feel like she caused with being magic, they did still love her. They did still care for her. They were still her parents.
She felt the ice cream, giving off what seemed to be icy radiation, and feel it as it slowly dripped on to her nice new pink dress. Then, the family began to speak about an elite art school. The school they lied about to their friends about Chloe's education. "Expecto Patronum!" She said loudly. A little puff of white smoke appeared, starting to form something, but then disappearing. "Damn." She said quietly. The memory wasn't strong enough. So, Chloe started thinking again.
Another memory came to her. A year ago, her family was going to a ski lodge somewhere far north. They didn't want to bring her, since she was so odd, as they described her, so they left her home. Chloe got 3 days of doing whatever she wanted. So, she painted. She felt the stiffness of her hands after the first day, her hands now covered in dried paint. She had felt the slop of the red paint, as she did an alternative finger painting. Just like she was little again. The second night, after using crayons to make art, she made chicken pot pie. Or, well. Bought chicken pot pie, then put it in the oven. The smell danced through her nose, like the smell of spray paint that would come the next day, as she graffieted her bedroom walls. The warm taste of the pie on her tonge. And on the last night, the bubbling feeling of love, when she had a massive sleep over with Mason and Thea. Where they talked about Magic and Hogwarts loudly, and played with things they bought in Hogsmeade. She just couldn't stop thinking about how her parents came back the next day, and put a damper on the mood.
"Expecto Patronum!" She said again, an object with four legs, a body, a tail, and a head, appeared briefly, before disappearing again. She signed a breath of disappointment, then racked her brain once more. There was one last memory. A memory that was her favorite of all time. The feeling of love so emanate that day. December 25th 2008. Christmas day. The day she got to spend with a loving family.
Every year, the Hunter's had a big Christmas party on Chirstmas day, for all the Magical students who wanted a place to celebrate Christmas magically. This was a relief for some families, to have somewhere to send their "Odd" kids when worried about relatives. Mrs.Hunter always made a huge feast, of turkey, and ham, cookies, vegetables, you name it, they had it. Almost as big as a feast at Hogwarts.
Chloe had gotten into a fight with her parents the night before. Christmas Eve, her parents telling her what to say the next day relating to her schooling. They called her weird, and wanted her to be normal. Chloe had had it up to here with it, and grabbed her jacket, and trudged to the Hunter's home, tears hot on her cheeks. She knocked on the door, and was given a warm hug from Mrs.Hunter. A loving hug. A motherly hug. She let her in, making some tea, and Chloe explained everything that had happened that night. Mrs.Hunter found some of Jane's old pajamas, and let Chloe sleep over. That night, Mrs.Hunter apperated to London, buying a nice dress for Chloe to give to her in the morning.
It was the nicest gift Chloe had ever gotten. It wasn't some muggle thing that her mother thought she'd like, no. It was a pretty dress, that Mrs.Hunter had bought with Chloe in mind. Chloe could still feel the fabric, the softness of the dress, the smell of the roasting fire, taste the dozens and dozens of pies that Mrs.Hunter had made, seeing the smiles of her friends the next day, and hearing the laughter of the little kids running around as night fell on the best Christmas Chloe had ever had.
"Expecto Patronum!" She shouted, a smile on her face. A tiger erupted out of her wand, her cub in her mouth. The tiger stalked around, seeing nothing dangerous, before disappearing, leaving Chloe breath heavily, a huge smile on her face. I did it. She thought. I did it.
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IWANTED TO BE ME !
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