Isobella Oakley
Feb 3, 2011 18:12:19 GMT -5
Post by Isobella Oakley on Feb 3, 2011 18:12:19 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Lottie
AGE
Eighteen
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Isobella Oakley
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bicurious
TALENT
Music
LOOK-A-LIKE
Mia Wasikowska
PERSONALITY
Iso Oakley is a good girl. She works hard. To be here at Gordon Park's is a real blessing for her, and she takes it very seriously. Back in England, she was never particularly bright - but since being given a real chance at life, she has been working an almost absurd number of hours every night in order to excell in her studies. Homework is done on time, if not early, and projects are undertaken with incredible dedication for a girl of sixteen. Iso has never been given much in life, and the girl is intent on forging a career for herself. If she is to do that, she has to succeed in everything she does.
As well as working hard on her school studies, Iso also works to support herself - after all, her family's limited income makes it hard for them to offer her any real financial support. It is a struggle for her to weigh up her studies and the few jobs she juggles - the reason for her tired appreance - but she feels it is necessary.
She is also reasonably kind - one of those very tall people who can be called a 'gentle giant'. She will always stop to help a younger or less confident child, no matter how busy she might be. She is always willing to offer counsel and advice, and sit with someone going through a dark time no matter how upset she may be herself. Iso is also the type of girl to take any insults thrown her way with a pinch of salt. She knows that she is an almost comic figure with her absurd height, and either laughs off comments or offers a smart retort rather than take any real offense. She has seen bullies before, and unless people get violent she is more than willing to ignore them.
However, for all her ability to brush aside the insults of others, Iso is still incredibly harsh on herself. She thinks herself ugly and idiotic, and is always a little surprised when someone pays her attention or congratulates her. The pressure of her own low self esteem and her busy work schedule means that the girl will occaisionaly let her troubles show - either through her personal brand of dark sarcastic humour or her occaisional moments of melo-dramatic despair - the later often consisting of an hour or two of loud complaining, shouting and crying. But, as she maintains, everyone should be allowed a little melodrama every no and then: especially someone as boring as her.
APPEARANCE
Iso Oakley is neither the most nor least attractive of girls. Her face is a bizarre collection of harsh lines and soft angles, and men are always more likely to think of her as interesting than beautiful. However, she is far from plain, and people will almost always eventually learn to love her unusal charm. Her large caramel eyes seem to be pools of sincerity, and the pale lips are always willing to quirk upward into an obliging smile. It is a shame about the dark circles under her eyes which come from late nights and hard work. She rarely wears make-up, though evenings out can be reason enough for eyeliner and dark lip sticks, which do little more than emphasise the natural beauty of her eyes and mouth. Her hair is long and a mousey brown, with loose natural waves - plain, but suited to her. It is often swept back from her face in a messy bun.
Otherwise, Iso is noticably taller and thinner than many girls her age. She stands a good head above the others in her classes, reaching almost six foot despite her youth. Of course, this alone makes her stand out in a crowd - but you can also pick out almost every bone of her slender frame. She is not malnourished - she is simply naturally tiny. The girl also lacks any of the usual feminine curves, still as flat as a washboard: something which, like her height, has always left her feeling a little insecure.
Her clothes are perhaps the most stylish thing about her, despite being picked out from the dusty racks of the local charity stores. The girl always seems to manage to find a nice pair of tight jeans or a pleated skirt to match with her usual light shirts and thin jumpers - which all seem to look quite fashionable bohemian when paired with one of her collection of berets.
HISTORY
Iso Oakley has never been rich. Her parents were never particularly high on the social ladder, and financial security did not come naturally to them. Her father was a baker in a small village, wonderfully talented when it came to making strawberry pastries, but sadly less talented when it came to turning a profit. Her mother was a music teacher. Perhaps in another setting, they would both have been successful - but the population of their small community was not enough to support their businesses. They met through their work for the local church, and, eventually, were married there. Four years later, their child was born. She was a simple child - kind and hardworking but not blessed with a particularly colourful personality. She studied diligently at the community school, and slowly blossomed into a pleasant child. It was her mother, of course, who introduced her to music. By the age of twelve, Iso was a talented musician, playing the violin, flute, harp, viola, oboe and piano.
In order to continue her education, Iso had to move away from home, to a bigger city with a secondary school. It cost her parents most of their income, but soon she was living in a boarding school dormitory. She was quickly picked out by the school bullies as an easy target, and from that moment on her school life was hell. The small amount of money sent from home each week was promptly stolen, and being locked in a cupboard of knocked down the stairs became a part of life. But, despite her troubles, the girl did her best to succeed - particularly in her studies of music, where she continued to learn the accordian, guitar, french horn, clarinet and piccolo.
When the time came to apply to arts colleges, Iso would have no hope without a full scholarship - and it was an arts college or nothing. The girl was not willing to spend another years being ceaselessly bullied and mocked for her height. GPA was added to her list as a hopeless joke - but when their letter of acceptance came through, she was eccstatic. Moving to America was more than she could have hoped for. It offered her everything: career propspects, a new start and an escape from the bad experiences which she would always remember as a part of living in England.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
William closed the door carefully behind him – quiet as a mouse although there was no one to hear – and meandered across the room with almost painfully slow steps. Long, thin fingers nimbly loosened the tie and undid the jacket buttons. A few moments later the heavy jacket was shrugged off of thin shoulders and landed with a dull thump in a crumpled pile upon the spotless floor. He stopped at the fridge freezer, crouching down and resting his weight on his heels as he perused the selection of bottles – before plucking a simple beer daintily between two fingers. Rising to his feet once more and firmly closing the door he returned to his travels across the luxury bedroom, biting the cap from his beer with the sickening crunch of bone on metal. He spat the cap in the vague direction of the bin, and took a heavy swig of the drink, collapsing back onto the almost criminally comfortable double bed.
Of course, he could have skulked off to his own room, or to the living quarters… but the living quarters were too crowded, and he wasn’t paid well enough to have a constant supply of drink in his own room. Besides, Greg wouldn’t mind. Well, he shouldn’t mind. He didn’t usually mind. Hopefully, Will thought to himself as he flicked on the large flat screen television, the older man would appear soon. Then they could go out and do something manly and mindless and he could forget himself for a while. He was just so bloody tired of smiling. It made his face hurt. The boy sipped at his beer again, muting the volume on the television. It was too loud and it gave him a headache.
Will Hill flopped back, releasing all the tension in his slight frame as he lay in the bed, eyes closing as he let out a soft sigh. Jesus, he was an embarrassment to himself. He was always either prancing around like a twat, or sulking like some angst-ridden teenager – he never seemed to manage a balanced medium. And his mother would have been bloody pissed off if she’d lived long enough to see her son end up a bouncer at some strip club instead of going to college or something like that. All in all, he’d screwed up his life impressively. But, he supposed, as he took another swig of his drink, it could be worse. At least now he wasn’t living as a homeless prostitute or being beaten by a morbidly obese drug dealer. And if that wasn’t an improvement… he really didn’t know what was.
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[/size]NAME
Lottie
AGE
Eighteen
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Isobella Oakley
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bicurious
TALENT
Music
LOOK-A-LIKE
Mia Wasikowska
PERSONALITY
Iso Oakley is a good girl. She works hard. To be here at Gordon Park's is a real blessing for her, and she takes it very seriously. Back in England, she was never particularly bright - but since being given a real chance at life, she has been working an almost absurd number of hours every night in order to excell in her studies. Homework is done on time, if not early, and projects are undertaken with incredible dedication for a girl of sixteen. Iso has never been given much in life, and the girl is intent on forging a career for herself. If she is to do that, she has to succeed in everything she does.
As well as working hard on her school studies, Iso also works to support herself - after all, her family's limited income makes it hard for them to offer her any real financial support. It is a struggle for her to weigh up her studies and the few jobs she juggles - the reason for her tired appreance - but she feels it is necessary.
She is also reasonably kind - one of those very tall people who can be called a 'gentle giant'. She will always stop to help a younger or less confident child, no matter how busy she might be. She is always willing to offer counsel and advice, and sit with someone going through a dark time no matter how upset she may be herself. Iso is also the type of girl to take any insults thrown her way with a pinch of salt. She knows that she is an almost comic figure with her absurd height, and either laughs off comments or offers a smart retort rather than take any real offense. She has seen bullies before, and unless people get violent she is more than willing to ignore them.
However, for all her ability to brush aside the insults of others, Iso is still incredibly harsh on herself. She thinks herself ugly and idiotic, and is always a little surprised when someone pays her attention or congratulates her. The pressure of her own low self esteem and her busy work schedule means that the girl will occaisionaly let her troubles show - either through her personal brand of dark sarcastic humour or her occaisional moments of melo-dramatic despair - the later often consisting of an hour or two of loud complaining, shouting and crying. But, as she maintains, everyone should be allowed a little melodrama every no and then: especially someone as boring as her.
APPEARANCE
Iso Oakley is neither the most nor least attractive of girls. Her face is a bizarre collection of harsh lines and soft angles, and men are always more likely to think of her as interesting than beautiful. However, she is far from plain, and people will almost always eventually learn to love her unusal charm. Her large caramel eyes seem to be pools of sincerity, and the pale lips are always willing to quirk upward into an obliging smile. It is a shame about the dark circles under her eyes which come from late nights and hard work. She rarely wears make-up, though evenings out can be reason enough for eyeliner and dark lip sticks, which do little more than emphasise the natural beauty of her eyes and mouth. Her hair is long and a mousey brown, with loose natural waves - plain, but suited to her. It is often swept back from her face in a messy bun.
Otherwise, Iso is noticably taller and thinner than many girls her age. She stands a good head above the others in her classes, reaching almost six foot despite her youth. Of course, this alone makes her stand out in a crowd - but you can also pick out almost every bone of her slender frame. She is not malnourished - she is simply naturally tiny. The girl also lacks any of the usual feminine curves, still as flat as a washboard: something which, like her height, has always left her feeling a little insecure.
Her clothes are perhaps the most stylish thing about her, despite being picked out from the dusty racks of the local charity stores. The girl always seems to manage to find a nice pair of tight jeans or a pleated skirt to match with her usual light shirts and thin jumpers - which all seem to look quite fashionable bohemian when paired with one of her collection of berets.
HISTORY
Iso Oakley has never been rich. Her parents were never particularly high on the social ladder, and financial security did not come naturally to them. Her father was a baker in a small village, wonderfully talented when it came to making strawberry pastries, but sadly less talented when it came to turning a profit. Her mother was a music teacher. Perhaps in another setting, they would both have been successful - but the population of their small community was not enough to support their businesses. They met through their work for the local church, and, eventually, were married there. Four years later, their child was born. She was a simple child - kind and hardworking but not blessed with a particularly colourful personality. She studied diligently at the community school, and slowly blossomed into a pleasant child. It was her mother, of course, who introduced her to music. By the age of twelve, Iso was a talented musician, playing the violin, flute, harp, viola, oboe and piano.
In order to continue her education, Iso had to move away from home, to a bigger city with a secondary school. It cost her parents most of their income, but soon she was living in a boarding school dormitory. She was quickly picked out by the school bullies as an easy target, and from that moment on her school life was hell. The small amount of money sent from home each week was promptly stolen, and being locked in a cupboard of knocked down the stairs became a part of life. But, despite her troubles, the girl did her best to succeed - particularly in her studies of music, where she continued to learn the accordian, guitar, french horn, clarinet and piccolo.
When the time came to apply to arts colleges, Iso would have no hope without a full scholarship - and it was an arts college or nothing. The girl was not willing to spend another years being ceaselessly bullied and mocked for her height. GPA was added to her list as a hopeless joke - but when their letter of acceptance came through, she was eccstatic. Moving to America was more than she could have hoped for. It offered her everything: career propspects, a new start and an escape from the bad experiences which she would always remember as a part of living in England.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
William closed the door carefully behind him – quiet as a mouse although there was no one to hear – and meandered across the room with almost painfully slow steps. Long, thin fingers nimbly loosened the tie and undid the jacket buttons. A few moments later the heavy jacket was shrugged off of thin shoulders and landed with a dull thump in a crumpled pile upon the spotless floor. He stopped at the fridge freezer, crouching down and resting his weight on his heels as he perused the selection of bottles – before plucking a simple beer daintily between two fingers. Rising to his feet once more and firmly closing the door he returned to his travels across the luxury bedroom, biting the cap from his beer with the sickening crunch of bone on metal. He spat the cap in the vague direction of the bin, and took a heavy swig of the drink, collapsing back onto the almost criminally comfortable double bed.
Of course, he could have skulked off to his own room, or to the living quarters… but the living quarters were too crowded, and he wasn’t paid well enough to have a constant supply of drink in his own room. Besides, Greg wouldn’t mind. Well, he shouldn’t mind. He didn’t usually mind. Hopefully, Will thought to himself as he flicked on the large flat screen television, the older man would appear soon. Then they could go out and do something manly and mindless and he could forget himself for a while. He was just so bloody tired of smiling. It made his face hurt. The boy sipped at his beer again, muting the volume on the television. It was too loud and it gave him a headache.
Will Hill flopped back, releasing all the tension in his slight frame as he lay in the bed, eyes closing as he let out a soft sigh. Jesus, he was an embarrassment to himself. He was always either prancing around like a twat, or sulking like some angst-ridden teenager – he never seemed to manage a balanced medium. And his mother would have been bloody pissed off if she’d lived long enough to see her son end up a bouncer at some strip club instead of going to college or something like that. All in all, he’d screwed up his life impressively. But, he supposed, as he took another swig of his drink, it could be worse. At least now he wasn’t living as a homeless prostitute or being beaten by a morbidly obese drug dealer. And if that wasn’t an improvement… he really didn’t know what was.
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