Post by MAIA BOLTON on Aug 4, 2012 18:07:08 GMT -5
...Maia Anne Bolton*
*I shall die before I speak a secret.*
[/size]*I shall die before I speak a secret.*
*THESE PICTURES MUST NOT STRETCH THE BOARD
...basics*
name Maia Anne Bolton
nickname Mai, maybe. Sometimes. She doesn't like it much.
age Sixteen
gender Female
grade Baum Junior
hometown New York, New York
sexuality Heterosexual
personification Princess Tiger Lily
status Dormant
face claim Vanessa Hudgens
...appearance*
hair color Deep, deep brown. Rich, and full. It has a few lighter, natural highlights towards the front of her face, and the tips tend to look just a touch lighter in the summer. But for the most part, it is passable as a natural black. The only thing to touch her hair to change its color, is a few spritzes of Sun-In. Often there is a flower in her hair; usually fabric, but if she finds a pretty real flower she puts it in her hair.
eye color Again with the chocolate theme, they are warm, brilliant shiny brown eyes. They are clear, and have a darker edge. She rarely ever wears eye-makeup, because her eyes are entrancing enough without it.
build Slender, but strong. Her shoulders are slightly broad, and she has high cheek-bones and a strong chin. She doesn't look dainty, and there's a slight thickness to her from rough-housing with the boys on the block.
height Five feet, five inches.
clothing style She used to dress pretty frumpy. Baggy jeans, old t-shirts. Sweats. Now she seems a bit reinvented. Nicer clothes, usually blouses. she takes the time to style her hair and paint her lips. Usually a casual style, but feminine enough to be called girly. However, some days are simply shorts-and-a-t-shirt day, though these are rare for her. Only if it's extremely hot, or if she's too tired.
distinctive traits She seems to walk with her chin up, and an almost stiff posture. Her nose seems to sort of be turned up in the air slightly. She walks proud; she's a girl that commands attention without saying a word.
...personal*
personality
Maia has always been a bit different then the rest of the girls her age. When she was younger, she wasn't afraid to get down and dirty. She played baseball in the streets, played soccer in the pouring rain. She wasn't one for dresses and skirts at first; her parents tried--but she'd come home with brand new mud-stains.
Maia's just as tough as one of the boys, but she's not a brawler. Fights are stupid, and when it comes to arguments she tries to take the peaceable route. Or settle it with a good old fashioned game of basketball.
There's a particular grin that she gets--it's crooked, sideways, and almost smug. That's how you know she's up to something, but only those who know her deep down know that she's not quite the perfect princess that the parents and teachers think she is. However, she tends to not concern herself with the worries of the adult world--the world of her peers is just fine enough.
Should you be lucky enough that Maia considers you a friend, you will have a friend for life. A loyal guardian who is willing to take on a bully for you with her chin in the air, someone who can hold secrets. Which by the way, Maia is an extremely good secret keeper. She wouldn't want someone blabbing out hers, so she never shares the ones that she's been given. This has gotten her grounded a few too many times, however she considers it to be a rather good quality.
She is not a boastful girl, she doesn't gloat her acheivements. But that doesn't mean she doesn't have pride in herself. She maintains decent grades, goes to her classes and doesn't fall behind. It does not mean she's a goody-goody by any nature.
Maia is a very good planner, all the way from school work to figuring out people's weaknesses in sports and exploiting them. Don't confuse this with vindictiveness--she rarely intentionally does something mean. It's mostly a competitive spirit that she houses. Because of this, she's learned to learn people. Meaning she finds their ticks, their irritation, or their physical limitations and revolves her plans around that.
Recently, she's been a little more feminine. Delicate laughs, more time in her appearance. Old friends are surprised by the change, as she seems to have abandoned the tomboyishness and grown out of it. Yet--she hasn't just yet. Maia is in that awkward state of trying to find out who she wants to be. If she wants to grow up like her appearance has suggested, or if she would like to go show those boys how to throw a football.
past
Maia Anne Bolton was born on a hot august evening, completely unexpected and a complete surprise. Honestly, her parents shouldn't have been out camping while Anita was so heavily pregnant. Needless to say, Anita was rushed to the hospital after giving birth to Maia in a tent. It was a rather easy labor, given the circumstances. Both mother and child were stamped with a clean bill of health, and not long after they brought their new daughter to their home in Denver, Colorado.
The years passed without much of a hitch, but as Maia started talking and walking it was apparent that she was determined to find every spot of dirt and roll around in it. In kindergarten, you would find Maia eating worms after being dared by a classmate to do it. She chased other girls with frogs and slugs, and rather than pretend the jungle gym was a princess castle--she ran around with the boys pretending she was the invading dragon.
From a young age, Maia was one of the boys. And one of those boys caught her attention quite well. A young boy with dark hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. The girl wasn't love-struck, because as far as she knew--boys had cooties. Instead, she was a permanent fixture at his side. An awkward, short-haired, dirty-handed fixture. When her friend became involved in sports, she wanted to join too. But rather than be on his team, they tried to put her in girls tennis, or girls basketball, or softball.
After school, she'd put a cap on her head and kick goal after goal into the makeshift net in the neighborhood's empty lot. It was the only time she actually got to play any somewhat organized sports with the boys, and it was utterly ridiculous.
Being the good friend she was, she noticed that her best friend seemed to be changing, things were starting to be a little different. He was growing into himself, and she was an awkward, skinny, knobby-kneed girl. But he never seemed to mind, at least. Where he slacked off in classes, she maintained them. His bad influences never really settled into Maia, but she managed to stay at his side, keeping it all a secret. Not even when the school administrators or parents tried to pressure her into speaking, Maia Bolton kept her trap shut.
As she reached her teen years, that trap would suddenly open and fall into the most gross, snotty sobbing she ever had. Her best friend's dumb mouth had really messed things up, and now he was being sent far, far away. Maia had become so attached, that this was the end of the world for her. So, in her eighth grade year she became the perfect child.
She didn't roll in the mud, she kicked up her school work and put her full effort into it. She didn't backtalk, and she was the epitome of a good child. Begging her parents, they allowed her to apply for a scholarship to Baum Academy, never quite making the connection that that's where her best friend was going to be sent to.
Come fall, Maia was enrolled onto Baum on a scholarship and shipped to New York. Of course, this was a secret too. Until she surprised her best friend--then it was back to the games, the dirt, and the rough-housing. But that last year in Colorado had changed her. Maia was finally growing into herself, her body changing, her awkwardly cut hair finally growing out.
And her best friend took notice. After years of friendship, her best friend began to see her different, and the feelings were returned. It was easy to fall in love with him--she knew him for so long. Maybe she had always loved him, but was now grown up enough that she could realize it. The hand holding gave way to kisses, and the kisses gave way to something much more. Her best friend was her first time, and even afterwards the teenagers seemed to be inseperable.
But as high school romances go, it didn't last. Maia was becomming more feminine on the outside, and after her best friend had placed a lovely tiger lily in her hair--she took to always wearing some sort of flower just behind her ear. But the playful jabs were sitting differently with Maia--before they didn't matter much. But now it felt different, it hurt in a strange way. And one afternoon, while she and her best friend stared each other down from opposite sides of the field--he made a jab at the flower and her gender.
Honestly, it was meant to be something competitive. But the small jabs had finally taken its toll on Maia, and making fun of the flowers he had started hit Maia straight in the heart. That field ended their game, and their relationship. Admittedly, there was a lot of yelling, a lot of name calling--and when she returned to her dorm, a lot more gross sobbing.
Maia suffered through the rest of the year, tangled up in her saddness and anger, before packing her bags and returning to Colarado at the end of the year. There, she spent her sophmore year--but it was lack luster.
She was too upset to go back to the dirt and the rough play. Instead, when she came back home she changed. She was different now, and she decided to roll with it. It came with staying clean, styling her hair, dressing nicer. Still though, she gave in occasionally and played a few games with the guys in the abandoned lots, but it was different. She wasn't Bolton anymore to them. She was just some hot chick that knew how to throw a foot-ball, and without the tag-team of mischeif...the lot felt empty.
present
Needless to say, Maia yet again applied for a scholarship at Baum. New York had changed her, and maybe she was a glutton for punishment. She still couldn't get her friend entirely off her mind, so after a year of changing in Colorado--Maia returned to Baum.
Much different now, because the last time she was here she had been just a tomboy. One that always had dirt under her nails, and that wore a pony-tail like her life depended on it. Now, instead of dirt it was makeup. Instead of shorts and an old shirt, it was nice jeans and a blouse. On the outside, she had grown up. Tweaked her brows into perfection, and almost radiated a strange, exotic beauty that she only enhanced when she dropped the dirt.
One thing that she did go back to, however, were the flowers. She wasn't sure why, or what possessed her to wear them again, but they were in her hair. On the inside, she hasn't changed much. She'll still watch the soccer games, and the football games--screaming at the moron who fumbled, before quickly settling down before she could storm out on the field and show them how it's done.
Along with her outward changes, there were some minor inside changes. Like...the ability to get under a certain someone's skin. What are you, a girl? Oh, she was a girl at that. A girl that had her heart broken, a girl who's heart was still breaking, and a girl on the mission to make Freddie Foster eat his words.
family
Marie Louise Bolton; Mother, 39, Tax Assistant
Leonard Peyton Bolton; Father, 42, Real Estate Agent
likes
-Hair Flowers. It's a long story, don't ask. She doesn't like talking about it.
-Sports. Usually participating, but she'll settle for watching. In person, that is. TV sports are boring unless it's the Superbowl, FIFA, or the Olympic Finals with a group of people.
-Looking nice. This came as a surprise really, but she gets a slight enjoyment out of compliments and stares.
-Being underestimated. Because that means your opponent or enemy will never know what's really coming. Kansas City Shuffle, anyone?
-Native American...things. History, Art, Artifacts--she finds it fascinating. She has a small arrowhead collection, and her room usually has those sorts of decorations. She would like to be an archeologist at some point.
-Secrets. She's very good at keeping them, and she likes the trust that comes with them. She's not vindictive enough to use a secret against someone, but it's nice to get the best gossip.
-Music. Usually wooden flutes, or heavy tribal-esque drums. If you look through her iPod, you'll find some of these songs mixed in with more modern tunes.
dislikes
-People going through her Secret Box. It's a little shoebox under her bed. The last time someone tried to go through it, they got a brilliantly aimed shoe thrown at their head.
-Being called stuck-up. She really isn't. She's friendly, if not a bit wary. Just because her head is held up high, and she takes pride in herself--doesn't mean she's stuck up.
-Not being allowed to do stuff because she's a girl. She's just as good as one of the boys, and can very well throw a football just as good. Maia hates that people assume because she's pretty, she's not tough.
-Her bitterness. She is slightly bitter, in that real high school sort of way. Unfortunately for Freddie, Maia likes games and competition. So all of that frustration is going to be centered right at him.
-Being replaced. Self explainitory--she ain't havin' it.
-Feelings. She doesn't understand her own, very well. So when she gets upset or hurt, she tends to go stony faced about it, and hides the fact that it hurts. She couldn't tell you why it hurts, it just does.
-Love. It sucks. It just really, really, really, really sucks.
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title Peter Pan
backstory
Children aren't born into Neverland, they just happen into it. Except the indians, namely Tiger Lily. Tiger Lily's a princess, though she's just as good as one of the boys. She doesn't talk much, but next to Tink--she's one of Peter's best pals. She sticks by his side, and even when that Hook bastard tried to drown her (KNOWING that would keep her from the Happy Hunting Land), she still kept her trap shut to protect her friends. She's a loyal chikadee who's got a lovely little pitter-patter in her heart for Peter, much to Wendy's disdain.
...roleplayer*
name Olley...DONT LOOK AT ME.
age 21
gender Female
rp experience I'M GETITNG TIRED OF FILLING THIS OUT.
how you found ouac Sigh
rp sample So this month marks my two year anniversary on OUAC. In honor of this, I'm bringin' my lovely Tiger Lily back.
