Mackenzie Baker
Oct 10, 2008 18:59:23 GMT -5
Post by Mackenzie Baker on Oct 10, 2008 18:59:23 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Eli
AGE
19
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Mackenzie Isis Baker
AGE AND GRADE
Eighteen / Senior
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
TALENT
Film
LOOK-A-LIKE
Katie Melua
PERSONALITY
Mackenzie hates conformity. She’s a maverick, a rebel. She doesn’t try very hard to stand out from the crowd, she just usually does. She doesn’t like talking to new people, nor does she usually get along with people. She usually judges books by their covers and pegs people before getting to know them, because she just doesn’t care for most. Nor does she care about hurting other people, or sugar-coating to save feelings. Living years in a society that did that to her, she picked it up and figured that if people treated her that way, then she should have no problem treating others that way. Mackenzie is extremely anti-social. She doesn’t like meeting new people, though she does like to party, most people just aren’t fascinating enough to get to know. And not to mention that she just doesn’t get along with anyone.
Impetuous by nature, she never stops to think of the consequences that come with her attitude or things she does on the whim. Nor does she care. She usually makes rash decisions about everything, just for the hell of it, and does it with a smile. But despite that fault, she’s actually pensive. She thinks a lot about the world and how different it would be if her mother had lived to raise her. If she’d never moved to America with her father, never experienced the pain of being the main object of the rumor mill. She usually lingers on depressive things, but only when she’s alone, and out of anyone’s eyesight. Showing signs of weakness had only proved to be bad for her in earlier years. It obvious, just by her attending GPA, that she’s extremely aesthetic. She sees things differently than most people and tried to capture the beauty even if the beauty isn’t exactly evident, and she usually succeeds. It’s a bit ironic that she doesn’t apply that to herself. Mackenzie in no way, shape or form trusts anyone, except for her father. She can even be described as cynical. She usually sees the worst in people before she allows herself to see the good, and doesn’t take the time to see the good.
She’s very opinionated, and rarely ever saves people from hearing everything she has to say. She knows she’s right, and always has to be right. An interesting thing about her is that despite her tough shell, she’s has paralyzing arachnophobia. Spiders are not her friends, and the effects of seeing on are truly genuine and sometimes meld her into place. She’s a vegetarian. And she’s also extremely superstitious, which she’d picked up from her life and visits in Egypt.
APPEARANCE
She’s the type of girl who’d wear whatever was clean and never truly worries about what the public eye would think of her appearance. Though, she usually tried to make her ensemble look decent at least, and it usually does without trying so much. Even wearing army boots with long, flowy skirts looks right on her. Her hair is usually extremely curly and bouncy. It’s the one object of her appearance that she takes the most care of. It’s always shiny and healthy and bouncy and she loves it that way. Though she never does too much in the morning to it. Maybe run a comb through it and call it a day. Her pants are usually comfortable and she likes skinny jeans and converse sneakers.
She usually wears form fitting tees with saying on them underneath hoodies, which usually have stars on them. Her obsession with the shape can also be seen in the form of her jewelry. Usually stuff earrings, and bracelets. She also, always wears the necklace her father had made for her mother. Because he’d given it to her as a gift and since then she never found the strength to take it off, even if she showered. It was something that connected her to the woman, and she never wanted to be disconnected from it, or her past and culture. Though she does a good job of hiding said culture. Her eyes are wide, and bright hazel. She has extremely small hands and feet, usually the object of her dad’s teasing.
HISTORY
Mack was born in Egypt, on December 10th, 1990 in a small dwelling resting on the banks of the river Nile. Unfortunately, her mother had been ill at the time of her birth, and the strain and lack of medicinal help proved fatal to the young mother. So while life was given, one so perished.
Her dad, a young archaeologist, had been assigned on a excavation project in Cairo, which he’d been working on for years. This was where he met and fell in love with her mother, Isis Chalthoum and despite her values as a young woman, lust and desire fed into need. After the death of Isis, her father fell into a temporary depression and found that his stay in Egypt was no longer as pleasurable as he’d once found it. And the decision was made that he’d go back to his country. Though on his last dig in Egypt, he found small remnant of an ancient Egyptian civilization and gained both fame and wealth. Two things that would never leave him for years to come as he continued his work and found artifacts and objects to add to his collection of great finds. When he left, he left his daughter to be raised in the hands of Isis’ sister, until he had a chance to find a place for them both to live peacefully and greatly. He wanted nothing but the best for his little girl. Naming her Mackenzie and allowing Isis’ sisters to give her a second/nickname, he gave her his last name and promised to return for her.
When it was time for her to leave her native home, Mackenzie had just reached the age of two, and had only stories and pictures of the man who’d been called her father. And as young and small as she was, she longed for him to return and couldn’t wait to see him. She was only sad that she’d leave her family, though she’d be able to visit every summer. So she flew with her father back to this land that she’d heard so much about, happy and content to finally meet the man she’d heard so much about. The house was huge, gigantic in the eyes of a two-year-old Egyptian girl who’d grew up in a very small, crowded house. It was just as pretty on the inside as it was on the outside. Littered with flowers and small gardens, the backyard had been set up for the safety of someone her age, there had been a playground erected for her to play on. But the best part of the house, was her room. It was painted like her home country. The Nile ran along all walls, depicting the great length of the river, and all around it was the color of gold, a color that would become her favorite color.
The large mansion in the small, upper-class neighborhood named East English Village in Detroit, Michigan had become her new home. One of the best neighborhoods in the city of Detroit, it housed all the business men and doctors, and their families alike. Mackenzie never fit into her neighborhood as she grew older. In fact she was the black sheep of the small village. Half Egyptian and half American, people took notice of the hazel-eyed beauty. Some welcomed her, and some judged her appearance. She never really enjoyed fitting in, never really liked the idea of looking like everyone else. She was Egyptian and she was beautiful that way, there’d be no need for her to conform because others saw it as something that could sully the reputation of the neighborhood. And that never sat well with most of the residents. Going to public schooling, she’d been one of the ones picked out from the crowd and made fun of for being different. No one knew the story of her mother, most just assumed that she’d been abandoned, and rumors floated through her school and throughout the little town about the small child causing her mother to flee. Despite the fact that her father tried desperately to douse the rumors, they still flew about. Mackenzie, the abandoned love-child; girl who chased her mother away. None of them truly knew her background, and unfortunately, though her attempts to ignore the rumors were thorough, they still hurt and changed her.
The gradual change, showed over the years, as Mackenzie’s view of her country changed. She stop visiting during the summers, rarely phoned her aunts and uncles and relatives. Her appearance changed. She’d stopped caring about up keeping an image that had only caused her pain and heartache; she was through caring about what everyone else thought. It was her method of coping with it all. Not caring for other people or for what they had to say meant not getting hurt anymore. It meant that she would do as she pleased. Her stoic attitude, brought with it a low-tolerance for people and things. When she made it to high school, she’d found herself in many fights, and suspended from school on numerous occasions. But being as her Dad was always off in some foreign country, there was no discipline. Grades began slipping, she began skipping classes, and despite her counselor’s warning, Mackenzie found herself on the brink of expulsion. Hanging out with the wrong crows had caused its damage in her life, and her father gave her two choices. Military school or boarding school. The ultimatums left her little choice, and Mackenzie began searching for other ways out. She came across a school that she’d remembered one of her closest friends talking about attending. Of course she applied, seeing that her hobby for creating movies and filming things was actually one of the Arts on the list. Not to mention everything else that came with the school.
Unfortunately, her application had been denied due to her repulsive grades, and the fact that her film audition had been too ‘amateur’ for their liking. Though this didn’t set her back and she soon found herself working harder in school, and gaining more experience with film through internships and classes. And the next time she applied, just before her junior year of high school, she got accepted, and when she showed her father the acceptance letter, he was only too proud. Though rules came with her departure. Most things most parents said. It went in one ear and out the other. Soon enough she was transferred to GPA, and now she’s back to her old ways of not caring and being distant. Though she makes sure to maintain her grades and to excel in her film class. But who knows what lurks around the corner…only time will tell.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
Everything is amazingly dull today, where the hell is the color and the life and everything I’m supposed to be filming. What the fuck was the point of that stupid assignment anyway? Find the life in everything? What the hell does that even mean. Not everything lives so how the hell is that possible? Swear if that man wasn’t so hot, I’d think he was smoking something. This assignment sucks ass. How the hell am I supposed to capture life? Mr.Spencer…Dear Mr.Spencer. I’d love to shove my foot up your ass. Would you like to bend over and show me the life in that? So to say that Mackenzie was bitter was an understatement. She was pissed, and it showed across her face and her posture. And the way she planned on editing her footage later on to be spiteful. This was conforming. She liked filming, it was her niche, filming based on topics assigned to her was annoying. Mr.Spencer was annoying. She wasn’t truly sure why she’d applied in the first place. Admittedly, there had been some awesome projects she’d gotten to experience, and even if she’d faked her contempt, she’d enjoyed them. But she just genuinely hated this project. Not to mention the fact that she was failing miserably at it and had waited until the last moment to get it done. She hated failing, especially at things she was supposed to be good at. Failing this project was just not an option. She'd find the life in something. Or she'd do a good job making life out of something. It sucked that she had no idea what Spencer was looking for. Or what she was looking for, for that matter.
Slinging her shoulder strap over her head and tossing it to the side, she plopped down to the ground and positioned herself comfortably. Sighing determinedly, she pushed the buds of her i-pod into her ear and turned it on full blast. The first attempt at capturing life in what she was filming was aiming it at the sky. Nothing but shapeless clouds and swarms of birds at different intervals. Oh! And she got a good glare of the sun in her eyes, causing her to hiss and cringe back away from the camera, cursing under her breath. Her next failed attempt was aiming her camera at her passing schoolmates as they scurried to class, but that was a failed attempt as well. All she got were zombie look-a-likes, and a particular public display of attention that made everything she’d consumed that day lurch in her stomach. Ugh. As Papa Roach blasted in her ears, she turned her camera to a patch of flowers, watching as a bee hopped from one to another gathering pollen and leaving his dirty, pollen-full footprints on other flowers. And that was how flowers mated. Gave an entirely new meaning to threesome. She found herself laughing at her own thought, deciding that using that in her project wouldn’t particularly be a bad idea. After all, flowers had to get some too right? It was finding life in her work. Sex was a part of everyday life wasn’t it? Grinning she continued filming the bee, zooming in and out on certain pars of the bee and the flowers he skipped along. And just as she zoomed in to follow the bee, someone abruptly stepped into her shot. Her foot kicked against the ground as she let out a rather annoyed huff. Zooming out, she scanned the person up until she could see their face, after screaming at them.
“Hey, do you mind moving your ass out of my shot?!” she asked, pulling her face way from the camera and gazing at them matter-of-factly.
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[/size]NAME
Eli
AGE
19
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Mackenzie Isis Baker
AGE AND GRADE
Eighteen / Senior
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
TALENT
Film
LOOK-A-LIKE
Katie Melua
PERSONALITY
Mackenzie hates conformity. She’s a maverick, a rebel. She doesn’t try very hard to stand out from the crowd, she just usually does. She doesn’t like talking to new people, nor does she usually get along with people. She usually judges books by their covers and pegs people before getting to know them, because she just doesn’t care for most. Nor does she care about hurting other people, or sugar-coating to save feelings. Living years in a society that did that to her, she picked it up and figured that if people treated her that way, then she should have no problem treating others that way. Mackenzie is extremely anti-social. She doesn’t like meeting new people, though she does like to party, most people just aren’t fascinating enough to get to know. And not to mention that she just doesn’t get along with anyone.
Impetuous by nature, she never stops to think of the consequences that come with her attitude or things she does on the whim. Nor does she care. She usually makes rash decisions about everything, just for the hell of it, and does it with a smile. But despite that fault, she’s actually pensive. She thinks a lot about the world and how different it would be if her mother had lived to raise her. If she’d never moved to America with her father, never experienced the pain of being the main object of the rumor mill. She usually lingers on depressive things, but only when she’s alone, and out of anyone’s eyesight. Showing signs of weakness had only proved to be bad for her in earlier years. It obvious, just by her attending GPA, that she’s extremely aesthetic. She sees things differently than most people and tried to capture the beauty even if the beauty isn’t exactly evident, and she usually succeeds. It’s a bit ironic that she doesn’t apply that to herself. Mackenzie in no way, shape or form trusts anyone, except for her father. She can even be described as cynical. She usually sees the worst in people before she allows herself to see the good, and doesn’t take the time to see the good.
She’s very opinionated, and rarely ever saves people from hearing everything she has to say. She knows she’s right, and always has to be right. An interesting thing about her is that despite her tough shell, she’s has paralyzing arachnophobia. Spiders are not her friends, and the effects of seeing on are truly genuine and sometimes meld her into place. She’s a vegetarian. And she’s also extremely superstitious, which she’d picked up from her life and visits in Egypt.
APPEARANCE
She’s the type of girl who’d wear whatever was clean and never truly worries about what the public eye would think of her appearance. Though, she usually tried to make her ensemble look decent at least, and it usually does without trying so much. Even wearing army boots with long, flowy skirts looks right on her. Her hair is usually extremely curly and bouncy. It’s the one object of her appearance that she takes the most care of. It’s always shiny and healthy and bouncy and she loves it that way. Though she never does too much in the morning to it. Maybe run a comb through it and call it a day. Her pants are usually comfortable and she likes skinny jeans and converse sneakers.
She usually wears form fitting tees with saying on them underneath hoodies, which usually have stars on them. Her obsession with the shape can also be seen in the form of her jewelry. Usually stuff earrings, and bracelets. She also, always wears the necklace her father had made for her mother. Because he’d given it to her as a gift and since then she never found the strength to take it off, even if she showered. It was something that connected her to the woman, and she never wanted to be disconnected from it, or her past and culture. Though she does a good job of hiding said culture. Her eyes are wide, and bright hazel. She has extremely small hands and feet, usually the object of her dad’s teasing.
HISTORY
Mack was born in Egypt, on December 10th, 1990 in a small dwelling resting on the banks of the river Nile. Unfortunately, her mother had been ill at the time of her birth, and the strain and lack of medicinal help proved fatal to the young mother. So while life was given, one so perished.
Her dad, a young archaeologist, had been assigned on a excavation project in Cairo, which he’d been working on for years. This was where he met and fell in love with her mother, Isis Chalthoum and despite her values as a young woman, lust and desire fed into need. After the death of Isis, her father fell into a temporary depression and found that his stay in Egypt was no longer as pleasurable as he’d once found it. And the decision was made that he’d go back to his country. Though on his last dig in Egypt, he found small remnant of an ancient Egyptian civilization and gained both fame and wealth. Two things that would never leave him for years to come as he continued his work and found artifacts and objects to add to his collection of great finds. When he left, he left his daughter to be raised in the hands of Isis’ sister, until he had a chance to find a place for them both to live peacefully and greatly. He wanted nothing but the best for his little girl. Naming her Mackenzie and allowing Isis’ sisters to give her a second/nickname, he gave her his last name and promised to return for her.
When it was time for her to leave her native home, Mackenzie had just reached the age of two, and had only stories and pictures of the man who’d been called her father. And as young and small as she was, she longed for him to return and couldn’t wait to see him. She was only sad that she’d leave her family, though she’d be able to visit every summer. So she flew with her father back to this land that she’d heard so much about, happy and content to finally meet the man she’d heard so much about. The house was huge, gigantic in the eyes of a two-year-old Egyptian girl who’d grew up in a very small, crowded house. It was just as pretty on the inside as it was on the outside. Littered with flowers and small gardens, the backyard had been set up for the safety of someone her age, there had been a playground erected for her to play on. But the best part of the house, was her room. It was painted like her home country. The Nile ran along all walls, depicting the great length of the river, and all around it was the color of gold, a color that would become her favorite color.
The large mansion in the small, upper-class neighborhood named East English Village in Detroit, Michigan had become her new home. One of the best neighborhoods in the city of Detroit, it housed all the business men and doctors, and their families alike. Mackenzie never fit into her neighborhood as she grew older. In fact she was the black sheep of the small village. Half Egyptian and half American, people took notice of the hazel-eyed beauty. Some welcomed her, and some judged her appearance. She never really enjoyed fitting in, never really liked the idea of looking like everyone else. She was Egyptian and she was beautiful that way, there’d be no need for her to conform because others saw it as something that could sully the reputation of the neighborhood. And that never sat well with most of the residents. Going to public schooling, she’d been one of the ones picked out from the crowd and made fun of for being different. No one knew the story of her mother, most just assumed that she’d been abandoned, and rumors floated through her school and throughout the little town about the small child causing her mother to flee. Despite the fact that her father tried desperately to douse the rumors, they still flew about. Mackenzie, the abandoned love-child; girl who chased her mother away. None of them truly knew her background, and unfortunately, though her attempts to ignore the rumors were thorough, they still hurt and changed her.
The gradual change, showed over the years, as Mackenzie’s view of her country changed. She stop visiting during the summers, rarely phoned her aunts and uncles and relatives. Her appearance changed. She’d stopped caring about up keeping an image that had only caused her pain and heartache; she was through caring about what everyone else thought. It was her method of coping with it all. Not caring for other people or for what they had to say meant not getting hurt anymore. It meant that she would do as she pleased. Her stoic attitude, brought with it a low-tolerance for people and things. When she made it to high school, she’d found herself in many fights, and suspended from school on numerous occasions. But being as her Dad was always off in some foreign country, there was no discipline. Grades began slipping, she began skipping classes, and despite her counselor’s warning, Mackenzie found herself on the brink of expulsion. Hanging out with the wrong crows had caused its damage in her life, and her father gave her two choices. Military school or boarding school. The ultimatums left her little choice, and Mackenzie began searching for other ways out. She came across a school that she’d remembered one of her closest friends talking about attending. Of course she applied, seeing that her hobby for creating movies and filming things was actually one of the Arts on the list. Not to mention everything else that came with the school.
Unfortunately, her application had been denied due to her repulsive grades, and the fact that her film audition had been too ‘amateur’ for their liking. Though this didn’t set her back and she soon found herself working harder in school, and gaining more experience with film through internships and classes. And the next time she applied, just before her junior year of high school, she got accepted, and when she showed her father the acceptance letter, he was only too proud. Though rules came with her departure. Most things most parents said. It went in one ear and out the other. Soon enough she was transferred to GPA, and now she’s back to her old ways of not caring and being distant. Though she makes sure to maintain her grades and to excel in her film class. But who knows what lurks around the corner…only time will tell.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
Everything is amazingly dull today, where the hell is the color and the life and everything I’m supposed to be filming. What the fuck was the point of that stupid assignment anyway? Find the life in everything? What the hell does that even mean. Not everything lives so how the hell is that possible? Swear if that man wasn’t so hot, I’d think he was smoking something. This assignment sucks ass. How the hell am I supposed to capture life? Mr.Spencer…Dear Mr.Spencer. I’d love to shove my foot up your ass. Would you like to bend over and show me the life in that? So to say that Mackenzie was bitter was an understatement. She was pissed, and it showed across her face and her posture. And the way she planned on editing her footage later on to be spiteful. This was conforming. She liked filming, it was her niche, filming based on topics assigned to her was annoying. Mr.Spencer was annoying. She wasn’t truly sure why she’d applied in the first place. Admittedly, there had been some awesome projects she’d gotten to experience, and even if she’d faked her contempt, she’d enjoyed them. But she just genuinely hated this project. Not to mention the fact that she was failing miserably at it and had waited until the last moment to get it done. She hated failing, especially at things she was supposed to be good at. Failing this project was just not an option. She'd find the life in something. Or she'd do a good job making life out of something. It sucked that she had no idea what Spencer was looking for. Or what she was looking for, for that matter.
Slinging her shoulder strap over her head and tossing it to the side, she plopped down to the ground and positioned herself comfortably. Sighing determinedly, she pushed the buds of her i-pod into her ear and turned it on full blast. The first attempt at capturing life in what she was filming was aiming it at the sky. Nothing but shapeless clouds and swarms of birds at different intervals. Oh! And she got a good glare of the sun in her eyes, causing her to hiss and cringe back away from the camera, cursing under her breath. Her next failed attempt was aiming her camera at her passing schoolmates as they scurried to class, but that was a failed attempt as well. All she got were zombie look-a-likes, and a particular public display of attention that made everything she’d consumed that day lurch in her stomach. Ugh. As Papa Roach blasted in her ears, she turned her camera to a patch of flowers, watching as a bee hopped from one to another gathering pollen and leaving his dirty, pollen-full footprints on other flowers. And that was how flowers mated. Gave an entirely new meaning to threesome. She found herself laughing at her own thought, deciding that using that in her project wouldn’t particularly be a bad idea. After all, flowers had to get some too right? It was finding life in her work. Sex was a part of everyday life wasn’t it? Grinning she continued filming the bee, zooming in and out on certain pars of the bee and the flowers he skipped along. And just as she zoomed in to follow the bee, someone abruptly stepped into her shot. Her foot kicked against the ground as she let out a rather annoyed huff. Zooming out, she scanned the person up until she could see their face, after screaming at them.
“Hey, do you mind moving your ass out of my shot?!” she asked, pulling her face way from the camera and gazing at them matter-of-factly.
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