TAYLOR, Jayden [canon] -finished

TAYLOR, Jayden [canon] -finished Aug 15, 2009 23:58:47 GMT -5

Post by bethany13 on Aug 15, 2009 23:58:47 GMT -5

` listen to the music of the night .

first name:: jayden
middle name:: nora
last name:: taylor
nicknames:: jay

date of birth:: july 14th, 1993
current age:: 16 candles
sexual orientation:: straight

wand:: 10 inches, dragon heartstring, willow
pets:: black cat named Esmerelda

overall appearance::

Jayden could be described as what one might call a natural beauty. Of course, she is not completely flawless. She has her many flaws, but she decides to hide these from the general public. She’s not the type of girl that would advertise her flaws. If anything, she has worked ridiculously hard to hide them. The obvious flaws would be zits and blackheads, etc. Those are easily covered by just a dash of makeup. There is one beauty mark on her lip which she doesn’t bother to hide anymore. It’s pointless.

Her hair is a rich, dark brown, though occasionally it is lightened by the sun. She prefers to stay in the shade in fear of getting too many freckles, so the sun isn’t often able to touch her hair. It waves gently far past her shoulders, and she often wears her hair down. Sometimes she’ll straighten it and sometimes she’ll but styling stuff in it to make it curly. She sees her hair as one of her best assets , so if someone were to make a joke about, she’d probably kick them somewhere unpleasant. Though she generally avoids the sun, her skin is naturally tan, though it could potentially be even more so, but alas, she is an indoor sort of girl.

Her eyes are deep chocolate, heavily framed with thick, long lashes. Her teeth are pearly white, framed by luscious lips. She is by no means stick thin; this girl has some curve to her. Sometimes a little more than she would like, but hey, everyone gets like that sometimes. When she feels bloated, she’ll force herself to go for a long run. She always had to work for her physique, unlike some lucky people.

overall personality::
Even though she is catty and snobby, when she makes a real friend she is deadly loyal, never once thinking of betraying them. Her best friend is Parrish, and neither of them have ever done wrong to each other. Well, that Jayden knows of. The few people that are her true friends are lucky, they do not get bossed around and used like tissues by Jayden. Around adults she pretends to be the sweetest little thing, the nicest person who is nice to everyone. No one dare tells the adults that she is really a scheming bitch. Most adults tend to fall for her trap, but there are the few that don’t. Her parents are two of those people, but that is mostly because they tend to ignore her most of the time.

Self absorbed and dramatic are both words that describe her well. Everything she does is either to benefit herself or Parrish. She believes that if you don’t try hard to get what you want you won’t get anywhere in life. Dramatic is a good and bad thing for Jayden. It helped her gain attention, but it also leaves some people questioning her. She can’t help herself if she wants to be seen and heard, it’s just a part of who she is. To her, if people can’t accept that, then her time is wasted on them.

Nowadays, Jayden is obviously a lot more well behaved than as a child, though her mannerisms aren’t always lady like. She’s still incredibly stubborn, but she is no longer a brat about it. Her anger is still fairly prominent and she is easily annoyed. She’s the type of girl that doesn’t have a problem with speaking her mind, whether she is pleased or displeased. Though, on that note, she does knot when to shut up about it. She is an expert manipulator, which means she knows how to make people think she’s sweet and alluring, meanwhile she is just doing it to draw you into her web. The more you piss her off, the more likely she’ll trick you into a false sense of security.

hometown:: paris, france
blood type:: half-veela
character history::
Though she is not French, her parents happened to be living in France at the time of Jayden’s birth. She grew up with her parents, her father a pure blood wizard, her mother part veela, part wizard. There was no doubt that she was going to become something special, considering even at such a young age she could cast a spell over anyone. A figurative spell, of course, seeing as she didn’t know any magic at the time. Her parents told her everything about their powers from the beginning so that Jayden was never left questioning.

She was always raised to be nice, but somewhere along the way she took her own spin on that. She was nice on the outside, most of the time, but on the inside something clicked and told her that she could use this to her advantage. Even at a young age, when she first started schooling she would use people or break them down. She did have a few friends that she wouldn’t do that to, but then the other people she showed no mercy to. The students quickly learned not to bother her, and soon enough she left France to go to America. She already knew English, thanks to her parents, so the language was not a problem.

She became best friends with Parrish, unknowing to the fact that Parrish fooled around a bit with her eventual boyfriend, Sebastian. Jayden and Sebastian ended up being sort of perfect for each other. Though he was bitter and rude, she was also stand-offish and scheming. They sort of fit, but only because they truly understand each other. At least they are happy in their own twisted way. But in the end, if Jayden were to ever find out about Parrish and Sebastian, there would be hell to pay.
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your outside alias:: clarky
your age:: 16
role play experience:: 1 and ½ years, co-admin a site
your time zone:: erm, eastern? idk I live in Ontario =]
your usernames:: bethany13
any other characters here:: just this one for now =]
role play example::
Iggy had decided that there was definitely a difference between speaking your mind and being a total tool. It was true that some people took advantage of it and just said mean things, but it was also true that when some people said what was on their minds, good things happened. Sure it was rare and he couldn’t think of any instances off the top of his head, but that wasn’t the point, now was it? Thankfully, Mr. Ethan was not one of those people that said what was on his mind only to hurt peoples’ feelings. He was like a gentle little puppy, and the only time he’d chew someone’s hand off was in defense of his pack, that sort of thing. But just randomly spurting mean things? Naw, that wasn’t him. Though, in the case of his brothers, that was a different thing. But he had to keep his guard up around those morons. ”I agree completely. The world couldn’t handle if everyone turned out to be a douchebag. Maybe we can be the sort of people to speak our minds, and everyone else in the world can just shut up,” he decided with a little smile. Iggy thought this was a very good compromise that would solve the problem of mean people speaking and hurting other peoples’ feelings. Of course, that was never going to happen, cause it was pretty much impossible to make billions of people silent. But that was only technicalities. He could wear those noise canceling headphones; that would make everyone at least silent to him. After thinking that through, Iggy looked down at Special K. It seemed they often bother spaced out. What a pair. Iggy looked down at her feet and held back a grin when he looked back up her. ”Oh thank God, because I’ve been dying to tell you that you are so completely uncoordinated today. I mean, it’s okay to be a little off balanced, but seriously girl? Oh no, hunny, no one could pull that off, no matter how fierce she is,” he said, trying to be completely seriously mortified, but in the end he failed and started to laugh. Obviously he was kidding, considering she looked flipping perfect. Ethan nodded his head in agreement to what Special K had said. Completely true. If everyone liked everything, the world would be a very boring place. ”Why thank you,” he grinned happily. He was secretly thrilled that he was her favourite something; he didn’t particularly care what. Oh, well then, apparently some guys did listen. That was a good thing, he supposed. But he wanted to be the one that would always listen to her. ”I always did have a thing for rainbows,” he said with a thoughtful look across his face.

Ethan’s heart was now slamming against his chest. He was really just sort of taking a shot in the dark here. It would suck to have him come up wrong and find out she didn’t like him. Hence why he was hoping and praying with all his might that she liked him just a fraction of how much he was completely, irreversibly smitten with her. ”Good news, cause I don’t have an eraser or a red pen,” he smiled and patted her on the head. Hehe, she was so tiny and little. He’d almost be afraid of breaking her, if it weren’t for the fact that she was a wolf like him. Maybe it was a good thing that he found himself so drawn to her. At least she could take care of herself if he ever really did land on her as he fell from a tree. Ethan heard her next question and grinned. ”Now why would I tell you that?” he smirked. ”That’s for me to know and you to find out. You know, that crappy line, from wherever the hell it came from.” He thought it was rather obvious that he was making a complete fool of himself in front of this girl, but perhaps he wasn’t as challenged as he thought he was being. But alas, it seemed that Iggy loved to make her blush and wait to find things out. He could be a stubborn lad at times. ”Oh so now you think I am in love with you? Well then, someone has very high views of herself,” he teased her. Ha! Him in love with someone…he paused in his mind for a second. Crap. Maybe he was in love with this girl. He’d never felt such a pull towards someone before, perhaps that could explain it all. While Ethan was debating this in his head, you know, whether or not he would fall from a thousand trees just to be with her, he heard her next question which then caused a quite mischievous smirk to spread upon his face. Now there was quite an idea. She seemed to be lost in thought, so Iggy saw this as a perfect opportunity. He looked down at the small, beautiful little blonde in front of him, and before he could stop himself his head was bent more down to her level and his lips were softly pressed against hers. Whatever she was thinking about, he kinda hoped she was now thinking about him. All he knew was that he was thinking about how he was in Heaven right now. It was…dkfjbnsf;kgbjn. ”There, now everything is accomplished,” he said when he pulled away from her, though he really didn’t want to. ”Maybe. Depends what I’d get for shutting up instead,” he shrugged.

”Oh, well then he did his job as annoying brother,” he said with a decisive nod. Brothers, oh brothers. He supposed that he was technically being a hypocrite in saying that brothers were the most annoying creatures invented since mosquitoes and squirrels, but frankly he didn’t give a gosh darn doggit. He had brothers and they were annoying, therefore brothers were annoying. Sure, he was probably an annoying brother, but that wasn’t his problem. That was his brothers’ problem. ”How old is your brother?” he asked, not really wanting to know things about her brother, though he wouldn’t mind learning, he just wanted to know more things about Special K. And one of those things happened to be her brother, so Iggy wanted to learn about him. ”Why thank you, Kaitlynkaitiekait. Though I suppose it would be alright if you introduced yourself as Kaitie or Kait, as long as your mother didn’t become distressed over your choice,” he said. ”Just as long as someone doesn’t say all three at once, I’m good.” And if they did decide to say all three at once, then they were thieves and should be punished. He kind of liked that they had this thing together anyways. He liked sharing things with her, whether they were stupid little things or not. Though, frankly he thought this was a very serious matter. His nickname for her was special and he didn’t want anyone to take it from him. ”See! Perhaps our kind originated from Antarctica. We’d be perfect for it. If we got hungry we could turn into wolves and fetch our dinner, and of course with our overwhelming body heat, we’d never get frost bite and lose all our limbs. How we made it all the way up here, I’ll never know,” he said, agreeing completely with her. There had to be some sort of benefit to being a genetic freak, right? ”That’s true too. I hear nowadays Antarctica is actually a very happening place. I suppose one afternoon wouldn’t do it justice, would it?” he mused. What was there to do in that place? Well, there were penguins, but he had decided they were rather depressing creatures. They were always dying of the cold. Maybe he could hold them and keep them warm. Or he could go back to his hometown in Canada and chill with the polar bears. Whichever worked best. ”Naw, my dad’s kinda a jerk. You’re too sweet to be treated badly.” If he could help it, he’d probably never ever let his dad anywhere near Special K. He’d probably make some rude comment; he wasn’t a fan of blondes. Nor was he really a fan of girls. So blonde girls, and especially blonde girls that were dating one of his sons, was not the best thing in the world. Besides, why would Ethan let Special K around someone that would make her sad, when he just wanted her to be happy?

”Are they really?” he wondered, then thought about how it could possibly be bad for their ego. Well, he supposed if they grew up thinking the sun was supposed to shine from their bum and that they were going to get their prince charming and everything they wanted, then their ego probably would be rather inflated. That’s why girls’ hair was so big. Screw being full of secrets, it was full of ego. But there was an exception in Donald Trump’s case. His hair was whack. Maybe it was whack from too much ego. ”Did your ego inflate a bit from fairytales? I’m sorry if you don’t get your prince charming and a pretty white pony,” he said. ”Not to mention a bagillion dollars worth of gold and jewels.” But then again, they were in the era where the royal family wasn’t even as rich as some celebrities. Though if they sold their jewels, he bet they’d be a heck of a lot richer, but a whole lot shinier, and frankly he liked shiny things. Of course, back to the original thought of prince charming and what not, perhaps he could procure tights and a sword. Would that be close enough? Hmm, maybe he’d find out another day. ”That’s true. Kinda like teaching boys about the ninja turtles cause then every little boy ends up wanting to be a ninja, when chances are they’re too loud and not sneaky enough to be one,” he said, though maybe it wasn’t quite the same thing. Then again, maybe it was. After all, it was giving false hope to a child; that couldn’t have been a good thing. ”Oh, I see how it works then. Good, I feel oh so manly, all thanks to you,” he said with a teasing grin. ”At least to the outside world, it’d look like I was the big, strong brave one protecting the little tiny thing,” he grinned. That was true. As long as he was around humans, they’d always think he was so nice and protective, even though she could take care of herself. They didn’t know that. Silly humans. Oh that was reassuring to know. It was awfully hard to burst some peoples’ egos. Take his eldest brother, for example. He refused to join any pack because the giant tool thought he was perfectly fine and amazing on his own. Sometimes Iggy just wanted to punch him. And sometimes he did. Haha. Even though he had Special K’s permission, he wasn’t the type to wander around saying crude things. So she was safe, as were her ears.

Iggy would love it if Special K would always obsess over him. It would make it a lot less odd when he decided to obsess over her. Though he didn’t really have any choice with that. He just sort of already always thought about her all the time already. Sure, she was standing right in front of him so of course he was going to be thinking about her, but he just paid so much attention to her it was crazy. Normally his attention span was so limited. ”I finally got you to admit it! I think I’ll let you obsess over me, as long as you are my number one fan. There is no point in obsessing over me if you’re not even number one at it,” he pointed out. It would be really, really sad if someone spent every waking moment of their time thinking about one person, only to find out they weren’t even their number one fan. Then they would just be sad and heartbroken probably. But he would be completely fine to have Kaitie obsess over him. In fact, he would be most pleased. Most pleased indeed. ”That’s true, which is a rather flawed way for boys to find a girl, if you ask me. I mean, a girl may be pretty but she could be the meanest person in the world. Why bother being around someone like that? It’s just lame in my opinion,” he shrugged. He thought he was rather lucky. He was talking to someone who was both beautiful and who had a beautiful personality. Somehow he hit the jack pot. ”Sounds good to me,” he said with a little smile. She was perfect, he didn’t care what she looked like, even though he knew that was just about the most cheesy thing in the world he could possibly say. He was turning out to be a rather cheesy guy when he was around her, it seemed. ”I will carve your pretty face into my pirate ship. Or maybe pay someone to do it for me. If I tried to do it, you’d probably end up looking like Frankenstein’s monster. And that is most certainly not a flattering representation of you,” he pondered out loud. She would definitely be awesome to have on his pirate ship. Plus he’d let her on board. Screw the thing about women being bad luck on ships. She was good luck it seemed. Iggy nodded. He would not drop her or fall and take her with him if he could prevent it. ”We’ll end up with four pieces of wood nailed together,” he joked. That still wouldn’t make a very good treehouse, would it? ”Maybe we can find some instructions online or something. Unless you’re hiding your carpentry knowledge up your sleeve,” he said. You never know. Girls could be kick ass at that sort of thing, though a lot of boys refused to admit it. Weirdos. ”Nope, none,” he sighed. ”But maybe we should figure it out after we build the treehouse,” he suggested. That might be easier. Then he would have a feel for the treehouse. He looked out across the forest for a bit, then back down at Special K. Hmm. ”Hey, Kaitlynkaitiekait, wanna get some ice cream? I’m starving,” he asked. Then again he was a teenage werewolf. He was always starving. But maybe she’d want some too. She was also a werewolf, though she was tiny. But she probably got hungry, though maybe not as hungry as him. That seemed impossible.

Post by bethany13 on Aug 15, 2009 23:58:47 GMT -5

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