Lindsey Bennett
Jul 8, 2010 19:04:44 GMT -5
Post by Lindsey Bennett on Jul 8, 2010 19:04:44 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Ameri
AGE
wntyet neo
GENDER
lmeefa
CHARACTER
NAME
Lindsey Hope Bennett
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Freshman
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
TALENT
Photography
LOOK-A-LIKE
Ellen Page
PERSONALITY
Lindsey isn't the kind of girl people can get to know easily. She was rather young when she built up walls around herself, and since then she's been doing all she possibly can to keep them there, refusing to let anyone in. She's been taking care of herself since she was a child, and she doesn't plan on depending on anyone now that she's older. She's the exact opposite of a people person, but at the same time she doesn't hate everyone and anyone for no reason. There are some people she'd sometimes like to let herself be friends with, but there's always another part of her brain, the more bitter one, that reminds her that letting people in your life is just giving them the power to hurt you. She works well with others when she has to - if she has to do a group project, she gets it done in no time, she's very efficient and she even helps out others if they need any kind of assistance or advice with their part of the work, but she doesn't let it go past team work. She treats most of her group work like business.
She's a smart girl, but her self confidence tends to be rather weak. The fact that she gets good grades and got accepted into a high standart Academy doesn't seem to reassure her as to her smarts - in her mind, she's likely to turn out as worthless as her parents, because they don't give her any opportunities to have a better future than what they have as a life right now. She still tries her best and strives to be good, to be great even, but she doesn't really believe in the illusions of a good life. The only thing she does think she does well is her photography, which is really her only pride, but she still doesn't flaunt it. She has very simple taste, she doesn't ask for much because she figures there's no point to it - she got over the habit of asking for things she wanted when she was a child and her parents would yell at her or send her to her room if she asked for money to go buy candies or go to the movies with friends.
She's a hard worker - laziness isn't something that exists in her bones. She rarely ever takes the time to relax, usually gets up at half past five in the morning, goes for her morning jog, takes a quick shower and double checks her homework or any other school work while eating breakfast. Her breaks and evenings are then spent working on the work she received that day, no matter when it's due, and no matter how simple it is - she wants to make sure it's done as well as it can be done, usually reading the books she has to read for class at least twice before she starts working on any report, or even three or four times when she's to have an exam or test on it. When she deems she's done enough, it's usually near eleven at night and then she's ready to go to bed and start over the next morning when she wakes up. She doesn't need much sleep, and so she doesn't take more than she needs. Weekends resemble her week days a lot - the main variation is that she usually takes a longer shower, spends almost all day working on her photography and works out for about an hour, or an hour and a half, depending on what she's doing.
When it comes to her sexuality, she's not entirely at ease with it yet, but it's not much of a problem since she doesn't let herself get close to people for a relationship any more than for a friendship. She tries to stay away from guys, having heard so many times from her mom about how all they want is to have a good time with her and then toss her out once she doesn't satisfy them anymore, that the only thing on their minds is sex, and since her father is the perfect example of it, she doesn't bother to try and discover if it's true or not. As for her attraction to girls, she has yet to really come to terms with it - sometimes she finds herself looking at girls with the same kind of attraction as when she looks to nice looking guys, and she can picture sex and intimacy with girls just as vividly and easily as with guys, and it doesn't bother or disgust her, but then she just doesn't see how she could ever make anything work with a girl, so she tries to ignore it, figuring there's no point in pursuing it.
APPEARANCE
Lindsey is a good looking girl, but she doesn't really have the type of good looks that stands out in a crowd or make someone look twice, it's the kind of beauty that you learn to recognize and appreciate. She's nowhere near tall, standing only at five feet and one inch, and since she never goes anywhere near something that has heels, her shoe selection doesn't make her taller either. She has a nice smooth skin, though it's very pale and easily reddens, whether it be from the sun, exercise, embarrassment or anything else of the sort. Her face is dusted with light freckles that darken slightly in the summer, her lips well defined and soft looking, her brown eyes naturally warm, in spite of her loner habits. Her hair is without a doubt her best feature, but she doesn't care for it enough to get the most from it. Long, rich silky strands of brown curls frame her face, usually kept straight or slightly wavy, though it often gets snipped short when she gets tired with it, usually during the summer.
Her body is slender and slightly athletic, but she never wears clothes that really make it look at her best. She often opts for sports bras that sometimes make her look even flatter than she actually is in the chest department, and her shirts could fit girls - or guys - bigger than herself, failing to show off her tiny waist and well rounded hips. Most of the time she goes for plain t-shirts, large hoodies or plaid button downs, a bit of a tomboy in her clothing style though she's not really one in personality. Jeans are practically all she wears, unless she's wearing sweats - she hates dresses and skirts more than anything, she doesn't feel comfortable in the slightest in them, and other kind of pants aren't as comfortable to her as jeans are. That's what she goes for first and foremost in clothing choices - comfort. She gives little care to her appearance, so that goes along with her fashion sense, or lack or thereof some would say. As for makeup, she's barely aware of its existence, and the only accessory she's ever seen wearing is a watch.
HISTORY
Lindsey was born on the backseat of a cab in the early morning of April 29th 1994, to Kevin and Heather Bennett, in the city of New Castle, Indianna. Her birth brought little rejoicing to her parents, who had been married for five years now and already couldn't stand each other anymore, and had definitely not been planning on having a kid. They lived in a small, dirty one bedroom apartment, the crib conveniently placed between the tv and the couch, and they cared little for the quiet baby who barely ever cried, and got yelled at the moment she started whining. Heather worked nights in a bar, usually coming home around four in the morning, reeking of alcohol and cigarette, and Kevin didn't work at all, having lost his job at a gas station soon after his wife had found out about her pregnancy, and not having bothered to try and find another one, instead waiting for his welfare money every month. It was in that same environment that Lindsey grew up, and she was very young when the awareness of how wrong things were around her struck her. Trying to fix things was, however, not an option. She slept on the pull out couch, the little of things that belonged to her all thrown in a box beside the tv, and she generally spent her days outside on the unmanaged lawn with other little girls who lived in her building.
As she grew older she began wondering why it was that her parents even still lived together, why they didn't get a divorce - they hated each other, that much was obvious even to her young eyes. All she heard, all day long, was screaming, yelling, insults and accusations thrown at one another, fights that usually ended up with the breaking of one or another object of little value on bad days, or angry, loud, almost scary sex on better days, with no care as to the fact that a little girl could very clearly hear the vicious slaps and disgusting groans going on in the next room. But for the most part, she didn't really hear it - she found in herself the ability to retrieve in a little world of her own, where she didn't have to hear the yelling and the screaming and the other disturbing sounds that went on day after day and night after night. She was able to see past the rusty, dirty bathtub she had to wash in, past the toilet that clogged half the time and the tv that worked just as often. Past the fact that the fridge was never full, more often even empty. She didn't do it out of love for her parents - she loathed them as much as they loathed one another. She did it for herself, for her own sanity and her own well being.
School was the only place she could retrieve to and escape what happened at home, though it didn't mean she really had it easy there either. She didn't have friends, didn't dare making friends - she didn't want to be forced to tell someone over and over that they couldn't come and play with her where she lived, because who would ever bring a guest in such a place? And then, there wasn't really a line of people wanting to hang out with her either - with her frumpy, ugly, formless clothes and her under-fed looks, most kids preferred making fun of her. The only reason why she preferred school to her home was for the peace and quiet she found in the classrooms and the library, where she spent most of her breaks and lunch times, since she rarely had a lunch to bring to school or money to buy food at the cafeteria. After school, her second favorite place to be was the city's public library, where she usually spent her entire evenings until it closed, taking the time to do her homework as well as she could, sometimes sitting on a bench outside when it was nice out, but usually craving the inside, where it was more quiet and she was sure to be left alone.
She was eleven when she started stealing. It wasn't shoplifting kind of stealing - in spite of the state of things and her lack of almost everything necessary to live well, she refused to resort to it. Instead, she took the spare change she found in her mother's purse or pants when she got home from work and passed out drunk on the bed. She never used the money for herself entirely, to buy nice clothes or candy, but usually went to get some decent groceries or a new shirt at the nearest thrift store when she really barely had anything left that she could wear. It was that habit that lead to discovering her passion in life - one day that she was looking through the desk's drawers for money while her parents were both out, she found an old, dusty but functional camera that surely hadn't been used in years. For the first time, the money she found was not used for food, but for film, and she soon found a wonderful escape in her pictures, with the help of the school's librarian who was a nice old lady that had taken a liking to her and how different she was from the loud kids that attended the school. She read all the books she could find on photography, learnt every single detail she possibly could, and upon seeing that she was so avid of information, the librarian, Mrs. Harris, having herself a certain passion for photography in her spare time, took it a step further, paying to sign her up in a photography club where she'd learn even more and would be able to actually develop her pictures herself.
She kept it all secret from her parents, knowing that there would only be yelling and maybe hitting that would result from it since she'd taken the camera - no matter how useless it had been to them - and money without asking, not to mention the librarian's involvement in it. When she turned thirteen, however, she had to temporarily give up the one thing that made her most happy in her life. Her mother, who had been caught with drug dealers, was taken to jail, and her father now ruled the place with his laziness, drunkenness and threats. She had to take care of everything her mother never had, food, laundry, chores, which caused her to miss school a lot and fail even more, and by the end of the year she was told that she'd have to re-take 7th grade. It was of little concern to her dad, who constantly told her how education would do nothing for her anyway since she was worthless and had no future like her whore of a mother, but she was determined not to fail again, putting even more effort and dedication in her school work the next time around, even if it meant barely sleeping at night. When she was fifteen, the year before she was to enter high school, she received a letter at home from a certain school in Missouri. She had been accepted to Gordon Parks' Academy for the Arts, but there was one problem - she had never applied there.
It was soon found that Mrs. Harris was the one who had sent in the application, along with some of the pictures she had taken, convinced that her talent would get her accepted on a full scholarship, and it did. The biggest problem, however, was her dad, who refused to let her go, claiming there was no point to her leaving when she wouldn't get to do anything of her life anyway, and that she'd better stay home and no piss him off anymore. For the first time in her life, however, she let her anger overtake her, and a royal battle ensued. She threatened to call social services and the welfare to say how he abused her and neglected her, never looked for a job and only spent his money on beer and cigarettes, to which he retorted saying that if she didn't shut up she'd never see daylight again, but at the end of the day, he knew she had the upper hand, and she was told to get the hell out of the place and that she wouldn't be missed anyway. That night, after he'd passed out from drinking, she gathered the little of her belongings and ran off to her librarian's house, who allowed her to stay until she had to leave, finding a part time student job in the mean time to get enough money to pay for the things she would need and a bus ticket to Kansas City.
[/size]NAME
Ameri
AGE
wntyet neo
GENDER
lmeefa
CHARACTER
NAME
Lindsey Hope Bennett
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Freshman
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
TALENT
Photography
LOOK-A-LIKE
Ellen Page
PERSONALITY
Lindsey isn't the kind of girl people can get to know easily. She was rather young when she built up walls around herself, and since then she's been doing all she possibly can to keep them there, refusing to let anyone in. She's been taking care of herself since she was a child, and she doesn't plan on depending on anyone now that she's older. She's the exact opposite of a people person, but at the same time she doesn't hate everyone and anyone for no reason. There are some people she'd sometimes like to let herself be friends with, but there's always another part of her brain, the more bitter one, that reminds her that letting people in your life is just giving them the power to hurt you. She works well with others when she has to - if she has to do a group project, she gets it done in no time, she's very efficient and she even helps out others if they need any kind of assistance or advice with their part of the work, but she doesn't let it go past team work. She treats most of her group work like business.
She's a smart girl, but her self confidence tends to be rather weak. The fact that she gets good grades and got accepted into a high standart Academy doesn't seem to reassure her as to her smarts - in her mind, she's likely to turn out as worthless as her parents, because they don't give her any opportunities to have a better future than what they have as a life right now. She still tries her best and strives to be good, to be great even, but she doesn't really believe in the illusions of a good life. The only thing she does think she does well is her photography, which is really her only pride, but she still doesn't flaunt it. She has very simple taste, she doesn't ask for much because she figures there's no point to it - she got over the habit of asking for things she wanted when she was a child and her parents would yell at her or send her to her room if she asked for money to go buy candies or go to the movies with friends.
She's a hard worker - laziness isn't something that exists in her bones. She rarely ever takes the time to relax, usually gets up at half past five in the morning, goes for her morning jog, takes a quick shower and double checks her homework or any other school work while eating breakfast. Her breaks and evenings are then spent working on the work she received that day, no matter when it's due, and no matter how simple it is - she wants to make sure it's done as well as it can be done, usually reading the books she has to read for class at least twice before she starts working on any report, or even three or four times when she's to have an exam or test on it. When she deems she's done enough, it's usually near eleven at night and then she's ready to go to bed and start over the next morning when she wakes up. She doesn't need much sleep, and so she doesn't take more than she needs. Weekends resemble her week days a lot - the main variation is that she usually takes a longer shower, spends almost all day working on her photography and works out for about an hour, or an hour and a half, depending on what she's doing.
When it comes to her sexuality, she's not entirely at ease with it yet, but it's not much of a problem since she doesn't let herself get close to people for a relationship any more than for a friendship. She tries to stay away from guys, having heard so many times from her mom about how all they want is to have a good time with her and then toss her out once she doesn't satisfy them anymore, that the only thing on their minds is sex, and since her father is the perfect example of it, she doesn't bother to try and discover if it's true or not. As for her attraction to girls, she has yet to really come to terms with it - sometimes she finds herself looking at girls with the same kind of attraction as when she looks to nice looking guys, and she can picture sex and intimacy with girls just as vividly and easily as with guys, and it doesn't bother or disgust her, but then she just doesn't see how she could ever make anything work with a girl, so she tries to ignore it, figuring there's no point in pursuing it.
APPEARANCE
Lindsey is a good looking girl, but she doesn't really have the type of good looks that stands out in a crowd or make someone look twice, it's the kind of beauty that you learn to recognize and appreciate. She's nowhere near tall, standing only at five feet and one inch, and since she never goes anywhere near something that has heels, her shoe selection doesn't make her taller either. She has a nice smooth skin, though it's very pale and easily reddens, whether it be from the sun, exercise, embarrassment or anything else of the sort. Her face is dusted with light freckles that darken slightly in the summer, her lips well defined and soft looking, her brown eyes naturally warm, in spite of her loner habits. Her hair is without a doubt her best feature, but she doesn't care for it enough to get the most from it. Long, rich silky strands of brown curls frame her face, usually kept straight or slightly wavy, though it often gets snipped short when she gets tired with it, usually during the summer.
Her body is slender and slightly athletic, but she never wears clothes that really make it look at her best. She often opts for sports bras that sometimes make her look even flatter than she actually is in the chest department, and her shirts could fit girls - or guys - bigger than herself, failing to show off her tiny waist and well rounded hips. Most of the time she goes for plain t-shirts, large hoodies or plaid button downs, a bit of a tomboy in her clothing style though she's not really one in personality. Jeans are practically all she wears, unless she's wearing sweats - she hates dresses and skirts more than anything, she doesn't feel comfortable in the slightest in them, and other kind of pants aren't as comfortable to her as jeans are. That's what she goes for first and foremost in clothing choices - comfort. She gives little care to her appearance, so that goes along with her fashion sense, or lack or thereof some would say. As for makeup, she's barely aware of its existence, and the only accessory she's ever seen wearing is a watch.
HISTORY
Lindsey was born on the backseat of a cab in the early morning of April 29th 1994, to Kevin and Heather Bennett, in the city of New Castle, Indianna. Her birth brought little rejoicing to her parents, who had been married for five years now and already couldn't stand each other anymore, and had definitely not been planning on having a kid. They lived in a small, dirty one bedroom apartment, the crib conveniently placed between the tv and the couch, and they cared little for the quiet baby who barely ever cried, and got yelled at the moment she started whining. Heather worked nights in a bar, usually coming home around four in the morning, reeking of alcohol and cigarette, and Kevin didn't work at all, having lost his job at a gas station soon after his wife had found out about her pregnancy, and not having bothered to try and find another one, instead waiting for his welfare money every month. It was in that same environment that Lindsey grew up, and she was very young when the awareness of how wrong things were around her struck her. Trying to fix things was, however, not an option. She slept on the pull out couch, the little of things that belonged to her all thrown in a box beside the tv, and she generally spent her days outside on the unmanaged lawn with other little girls who lived in her building.
As she grew older she began wondering why it was that her parents even still lived together, why they didn't get a divorce - they hated each other, that much was obvious even to her young eyes. All she heard, all day long, was screaming, yelling, insults and accusations thrown at one another, fights that usually ended up with the breaking of one or another object of little value on bad days, or angry, loud, almost scary sex on better days, with no care as to the fact that a little girl could very clearly hear the vicious slaps and disgusting groans going on in the next room. But for the most part, she didn't really hear it - she found in herself the ability to retrieve in a little world of her own, where she didn't have to hear the yelling and the screaming and the other disturbing sounds that went on day after day and night after night. She was able to see past the rusty, dirty bathtub she had to wash in, past the toilet that clogged half the time and the tv that worked just as often. Past the fact that the fridge was never full, more often even empty. She didn't do it out of love for her parents - she loathed them as much as they loathed one another. She did it for herself, for her own sanity and her own well being.
School was the only place she could retrieve to and escape what happened at home, though it didn't mean she really had it easy there either. She didn't have friends, didn't dare making friends - she didn't want to be forced to tell someone over and over that they couldn't come and play with her where she lived, because who would ever bring a guest in such a place? And then, there wasn't really a line of people wanting to hang out with her either - with her frumpy, ugly, formless clothes and her under-fed looks, most kids preferred making fun of her. The only reason why she preferred school to her home was for the peace and quiet she found in the classrooms and the library, where she spent most of her breaks and lunch times, since she rarely had a lunch to bring to school or money to buy food at the cafeteria. After school, her second favorite place to be was the city's public library, where she usually spent her entire evenings until it closed, taking the time to do her homework as well as she could, sometimes sitting on a bench outside when it was nice out, but usually craving the inside, where it was more quiet and she was sure to be left alone.
She was eleven when she started stealing. It wasn't shoplifting kind of stealing - in spite of the state of things and her lack of almost everything necessary to live well, she refused to resort to it. Instead, she took the spare change she found in her mother's purse or pants when she got home from work and passed out drunk on the bed. She never used the money for herself entirely, to buy nice clothes or candy, but usually went to get some decent groceries or a new shirt at the nearest thrift store when she really barely had anything left that she could wear. It was that habit that lead to discovering her passion in life - one day that she was looking through the desk's drawers for money while her parents were both out, she found an old, dusty but functional camera that surely hadn't been used in years. For the first time, the money she found was not used for food, but for film, and she soon found a wonderful escape in her pictures, with the help of the school's librarian who was a nice old lady that had taken a liking to her and how different she was from the loud kids that attended the school. She read all the books she could find on photography, learnt every single detail she possibly could, and upon seeing that she was so avid of information, the librarian, Mrs. Harris, having herself a certain passion for photography in her spare time, took it a step further, paying to sign her up in a photography club where she'd learn even more and would be able to actually develop her pictures herself.
She kept it all secret from her parents, knowing that there would only be yelling and maybe hitting that would result from it since she'd taken the camera - no matter how useless it had been to them - and money without asking, not to mention the librarian's involvement in it. When she turned thirteen, however, she had to temporarily give up the one thing that made her most happy in her life. Her mother, who had been caught with drug dealers, was taken to jail, and her father now ruled the place with his laziness, drunkenness and threats. She had to take care of everything her mother never had, food, laundry, chores, which caused her to miss school a lot and fail even more, and by the end of the year she was told that she'd have to re-take 7th grade. It was of little concern to her dad, who constantly told her how education would do nothing for her anyway since she was worthless and had no future like her whore of a mother, but she was determined not to fail again, putting even more effort and dedication in her school work the next time around, even if it meant barely sleeping at night. When she was fifteen, the year before she was to enter high school, she received a letter at home from a certain school in Missouri. She had been accepted to Gordon Parks' Academy for the Arts, but there was one problem - she had never applied there.
It was soon found that Mrs. Harris was the one who had sent in the application, along with some of the pictures she had taken, convinced that her talent would get her accepted on a full scholarship, and it did. The biggest problem, however, was her dad, who refused to let her go, claiming there was no point to her leaving when she wouldn't get to do anything of her life anyway, and that she'd better stay home and no piss him off anymore. For the first time in her life, however, she let her anger overtake her, and a royal battle ensued. She threatened to call social services and the welfare to say how he abused her and neglected her, never looked for a job and only spent his money on beer and cigarettes, to which he retorted saying that if she didn't shut up she'd never see daylight again, but at the end of the day, he knew she had the upper hand, and she was told to get the hell out of the place and that she wouldn't be missed anyway. That night, after he'd passed out from drinking, she gathered the little of her belongings and ran off to her librarian's house, who allowed her to stay until she had to leave, finding a part time student job in the mean time to get enough money to pay for the things she would need and a bus ticket to Kansas City.