Post by MACKENZEE HEDGLEN on Feb 10, 2010 21:49:03 GMT -5
...MacKenzee Allosyn Hedglen*
*"I am not a prize to be won! "*
[/size]*"I am not a prize to be won! "*
...basics*
name MacKenzee
nickname Mack, Zee, Kenzee
ageseventeen
gender female
grade High School Senior
hometown Whyckoff, New Jersey
sexuality Heterosexual
reincarnate Princess Jasmine
...appearance*
hair color Dark Brown
eye color Hazel
build
Slim
height
5"6
clothing style simple, comfy, t-shirt and jeans, that kind of thing
distinctive traits Um...... She has tiny feet......
...personal*
personality
Can you say 'Achiever'? Mac totally gives meaning to the word. From soccer, to synchronized swimming, if there was a competition in it, Mac had the trophy. That doesn't mean she's a slouch academically though. The Dean's list is graced with her presence every year, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Not that she takes it into every aspect of her life. With boys, Mac could pretty much care less. Guys tend to come at her left and right, and Mac would really rather they leave her alone. She's pretty tough, when she wants to be. And with skills like hers, many a guy walks away nursing a bruised something or other.
Over all, Mac is a pretty easygoing, bubbly person. She doesn't believe in the word 'can't', and anyone who knows her knows not to try to prove her wrong. She hates hate HATES theater with a fierce burning passion, and the only kind of music she listens to is rock. And some classical, when she needs to breathe.
past
When Mac was four years old her dad moved out, quoting a need to follow his dream. He wanted to be a big time musician, play with the stars, all the junk. Mac wasn't sure what happened to him, and as she grew up she never heard from him, and learned not to care.
When her dad moved out her mother decided that a major change in scenery was on order, packed them up and stuffed their every single earthly possession into an old beat up car she 'found'. In truth, she had stolen it from one of her many clients, because he hadn't paid his bill, but Mac didn't find that out until much later. They drove and drove and drove until they ended up in New York, and her mother declared the place home.
Mack wasn't convinced then, and isn't convinced now. When she stared school, she vowed that she'd do whatever it took to not end up like her parents. She'd get good grades and be good at a bunch of different things, so no one would want to leave her. In her childish mind, it all made sense. She found out later that that had NOTHING to do with it.
present So part of the reason Mack is crazy driven like she is is because her parents are lazy whack jobs. Literally. Her mom works from home in her bed, though she calls it her home office. She styles hair between 12 noon and 4 in the afternoon, and any time after that she services whatever walks through the door. Needless to say, Mac doesn't spend a lot of time at home.
Turns out, her dad never made it to the pillar of fame he wanted. After weeks of searching (why, she still couldn't understand) for him, she finally found him, under the country's list of violent repeat offenders. Turns out he had a criminal record a mile long for drug use, drug abuse, public nudity and vandalism. Mac wasn't the least bit surprised, though she was sure she should have been.
likes
Balls
T-shirts
the color blue
her hair
plaid
socks
tigers
dislikes
sex
spaghetti strapped sirts
thongs
lipstick
sheets (all kinds)
pizza and beer
owls (they give her the creeps)
other notes Uh.......Though Mac isn't a prude, the idea of casual sex or anything lik it is enough to send her into a frothing rage.......conduct yourselves accordingly.....
...literature*
book title Arabian Nights
backstory Jasmine is the soon-to-be sixteen year old daughter of the wealthy Sultan of Agrabah. Unwilling to marry any of the snobbish and self-centered princes her father suggests, she runs away from home, but having never been outside the palace before, she inadvertently gets into trouble when she gives an apple to a young boy without paying for it. Before the merchant can punish her by amputating her hand, a street urchin named Aladdin quickly steps in and saves her by claiming that Jasmine is his mentally ill sister. Aladdin is arrested by guards led by Razoul. Jasmine reveals herself to them and demands that they let Aladdin go, but Razoul apologizes and explains that he is doing so on Jafar's orders. Jasmine confronts Jafar and demands that they release Aladdin, but Jafar tells her that Aladdin has already been executed; Jasmine is left distraught and blames herself.
After Aladdin's wish to become a prince is granted to him by The Genie, he visits Jasmine in the guise of 'Prince Ali Ababwa'. She initially believes him to be just another arrogant suitor, but later accepts his proposal after falling in love with him on a magic carpet ride. During this time, Jasmine sees through Aladdin's disguise, but Aladdin convinces her that he sometimes dressed up as a commoner to "escape the pressures of palace life," which she relates to. She is taken back to the palace and the two share a kiss.
However, upon announcing her decision to marry Aladdin, Jafar takes over Agrabah by stealing the lamp from Aladdin. Jasmine learns of Aladdin's true identity. After Jafar banishes Aladdin to the ends of the Earth, he then makes Jasmine his personal slavegirl. Jasmine distracts Jafar by pretending that she is in love with him to help Aladdin rescue her. As they share a passionate kiss, Jafar sees Aladdin and attacks him. Aladdin ultimately outwits Jafar and has him imprisoned in a lamp of his own (as Aladdin tricks Jafar into wishing to be an all-powerful Genie). The Sultan agrees to let his daughter marry whoever she wants, and she naturally chooses Aladdin.
...roleplayer*
name TREYLA!
age nunyabizness
gender take a guess
rp experience 2 years
how you found ouac IT'S MY GRANDBABY!!!
rp sample Inside, he watched the boy sat in the kitchen and thumped his head onto the table. Poor guy. Rhet felt awkward, since he was part of the reason (or so he thought) for the boy's funk. He had sat the guy down and talked to him about what exactly his girlfriend had been doing. Even if the boy had seemed a bit nonchalant about it......
Pulling his thoughts away, Rhet jogged up the stairs, heading to Andy's room, where he knew the idiot had been watching them approach the house from. He entered the room on a sprint, grinning inwardly when Andy whipped around, eyes wide. With a loud 'WHOOP!", Rhet tackled the thinner (where the hell was the rest of him?) boy and sent them tumbling onto the bed. After successfully pinning the boy's wrists in one hand, and pushing away the worry that bubbled up in his chest when it was far too easy, Rhet pasted on an evil smirk, and said, mockingly, "If you can drag your brain out of its alcohol stupor, you'll remember I promised to get you back"
With one last quirk of his eyebrows, Rhet attacked the smaller boy's sides, snorting as Andy giggled and thrashed, swearing all the while. Rhet let him suffer, focusing on the sensitive areas on the underside of Andy's arms, and his breast bone. Andy was ticklish in the ODDEST places. Laughing like mad, his grip slipped, and Andy pushed him off. They both sat there, laughing, though Andy was still swearing loudly, his face red from the exertion and hair flying all over the place. Not that it was much better from what he first looked like when Rhet burst in the room, but that wasn't to be common knowledge. It wasn't till Andy reached for a pillow and swung it in his direction did Rhet take cover.
