Post by safetypinalert10 on May 30, 2011 19:07:48 GMT -5
...Macy Heather Gentle*
*"Tick-Tock. Time's running out, love."*
[/size]*"Tick-Tock. Time's running out, love."*
*THESE PICTURES MUST NOT STRETCH THE BOARD (500 or less pixels wide)
...basics*
name Macy Gentle
nickname None. Mace, maybe.
age 22
gender Female
grade Adult
hometown Provincetown, Cape Cod
sexuality Hunter...wait. Is Hunter a sexuality? Yes. Yes it is.
personification Tick-Tock the Croc (Peter Pan)
status Dormant
face claim Dianna Agron
...appearance*
hair color Blonde
eye color Green
build Slender, though athletic.
height 5'6"
clothing style If it's pretty and frilly, she likes it. She tends to prefer muted colors.
distinctive traits She's obsessive...no, really. She is. Loose screw, and all.
...personal*
personality Obsessive. She tends to like things. And cling to them. And suffocate them. She will talk on constantly about a particular thing, subject, or person that's caught her eye. Currently, anddd for the past while--that subject has been Hunter. She's named her car Hunter, she's named her favorite teddy-croc Hunter, and her favorite color is Hunter Green. And that's just one example. The other thing she loves(obsesses over) are crocodiles, and clocks.
Vain. She's aware she's pretty. She's very aware of this fact. She constantly moisturizes (her skin's always been so dry), gets her makeup perfect, and dresses to the nines. She's often told people that they aren't allowed to talk to her, because they hurt her delicate eyes. She often fishes for compliments, and she has been known to shed "crocodile tears", in order to get her way.
Intelligent. As nutty as she is, she's quite smart. She dumbs herself down to "stoop to their level", and underhand most people. She has a vast variety of knowledge about obscure things--especially clocks. When she's not tracking down Hunter, or more stuffed animals--she's building clocks.
past Growing up in Cape Cod was easy for Macy. Her looks, her family's money, and personality fit right in. Dark blonde hair, and tanned skin--she looked like another one of the crowd. She was the one going on cruises every summer, she was the one with the biggest birthday parties, her sweet-sixteen was the highlight of the little neighborhood. She held garden parties every other weekend, and always kept her clothes pristine, neat, and clean. Feminine and delicate; but like most girls she had a streak for badboys. The preppy, sweater-vest wearing, proper boys didn't give her the wild adventure that she seemed to crave.
Enter Hunter--the highlight of her life. And if you ask her--the sole reason for her existence. When she first laid eyes on him, she could feel the alarms ringing in her head--the best kind. Danger, danger. He was the unfourtunate child of a singe mother, and was constantly seen higher than a kite. After forcing herself into his life, she began to see that he wasn't everything people said he was. Sure, they had their fun. Completely and utterly baked fun, but fun none the less.
That fun all came to an abrupt stop when she found out about his mom. She felt responsible; she was the one that had begged him for the attention, to sneak him into the house. Things wern't the same after that. She went to the funeral, but that was the last time she saw Hunter.
She continued to go to school, and kept waiting for that empty seat of his to be filled. The dazed, stoned boy to saunter through the halls. But he never showed back up. Devistated, she made it her personal mission to hunt him down. Exactly for what--she wasn't sure. To apologize, get another taste, or simply to watch from afar, she didn't exactly know.
present After completing High School, she was at quite the loss. She didn't see herself going to med school, or law school, like her parents so wanted her too. Instead, she spent most of her days indoors, looking for Hunter. Her tanned skin washed out, having more of a porcelain glow rather than the tan she use to maintain religiously.
Every time she caught a whiff of one Hunter Knox, she would take off and try to hunt him down. There was the West, with it's dirty, unclean cities. It seemed like a Hunter place to go, but again she'd find that no had heard of him, and the few sources she did have, said he took off to another area. It was a goose chase really. Until she found the records of him going to prison. Great. Just. Great.
Returning back to the Cape, she waiting, checking every day on the process. Once he was out, residency stated that he was in New York. Acting as quickly as possibly, Macy got herself ready. Not much she could do about her tan, winter just having taken its final breath; but with a box of bleach, a clean new wardrobe, and cash in hand, she took off to New York in search of her Hunter.
family
Jessie Belle Gentle - Mother, 46
Andrew George Gentle - Father, 57
likes
-Shopping
-Clocks
-Hunter
-Crocodiles
-Hunter
-Sex
-Sex and Hunter?
-Swimming
-Fish(Only for eating)
dislikes
-Her dry skin (she spends an asston on lotions and moisturizers)
-Being brushed off
-Waterproof watches that aren't waterproof.
-Being told she can't have something
-Small spaces
other notes She LOVES clocks and watches. Not the digital kind, but the kind you can lift up to your ear and listen to the ticking of the hands. She finds most watches a bit tacky, so her favorite piece is a little locket with a pocket-watch like pendant on the end.
...literature*
book title Peter Pan
backstory The Crocodile (also known as Tick-Tock the Croc) had a bite of Hook's hand once, and ever since then, the taste of it has been the only reason for his existence. On constant hunt for Hook, Tick-Tock accidentally swallowed an alarm clock. And trust me, this pissed the poor creature off, cause Hook could hear that effing ticking and always took off before she could get too close.
...roleplayer*
name I'm not....Olley. >_>;;;;;;;;
age Not 20? <___<;;;
gender Not a boy!
rp experience Lots. Blah blah blah.
how you found ouac Thallie, ages ago. Holy poop, I remember that.
rp sample
There once was a girl named Olley,
Her name was totally not Holly.
She was pretty awesome,
Much like a blossom.
And I ran out of things to rhyme,
But only for this time.
>o>;.....sorry. <3 I LOVE YA'LL!
