Wendy Simpson
Aug 8, 2011 7:12:24 GMT -5
Post by Wendy Simpson on Aug 8, 2011 7:12:24 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
[[Emmy]]
AGE
[[Nineteen]]
GENDER
[[Female]]
CHARACTER
NAME
[[Wendy Simpson]]
AGE AND GRADE
[[Fifteen / Freshman]]
GENDER
[[Female]]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
[[Straight]]
TALENT
[[Dance]]
LOOK-A-LIKE
[[Sasha Pieterse]]
PERSONALITY
If you knew Wendy during grade school then you knew her to be one of the sweetest kids, she was always one to offer her half of her lunch to someone who forgot theirs at home or making room for an outcast who was never included in groups. That once warm exterior hardened into such a coldness that sometimes it makes Wendy seem unapproachable. She's a strong girl and knows how to keep herself on her own two feet without the help of anyone. The front she puts on is a good one especially when her feelings are hurt or she felt she'd been betrayed, it almost makes the person who caused those emotions to feel like they were frostbitten by her bitterness to the situation. Her strive for independence is critical to her and having to lean on someone for any ounce of support makes her feel that asking for help is weak, but she has absolutely no problem going out of her way for her others. Despite her aloof demeanor, Wendy is still very caring and can't fight the need to offer a shoulder for someone to cry on or lend an ear to simple listen to one's problems. Helping friends or strangers makes her feel like she's wanted. And as much compassion she holds for people, there's only so much touchy feely or 'chick flick moments' as she calls it that she can stand. There's a slight level of discomfort when it comes to expressing her emotions. She's much better at bottling up what she feels rather than openly showing it on her sleeve.
Wendy is freakishly book smart to the point where she can recall something she's read about. There was nothing much to do, but read growing up and she took advantage of it, using it more as a distraction than anything else. Eventually, it's what made school work come so easily to her. School is the only safe haven and she buries herself in it, always with her nose in a book and asking for extra assignments to do at home that would earn her bonus points on a test or a previous assignment. English and History are her major downfalls, but despite them being her weaker subjects, she pushes herself to the limit for the good grades she knows she can achieve. Nothing is impossible in her book. Math and Science, however were what she loved. Numbers and Chemicals she understands like a piece of cake and enjoys it so much she even tutors whenever she can because she knows there are a lot of students her age who despise her favorite areas and she wants to help learn to love it too. This brought her to be more of a logical thinker. She bases her decisions and her life on facts and statistics, following her brain when she should be using her heart. Her focus in her studies spurs her on to where she thinks she can achieve anything.
Seeing as how her home life is not the whole white picket fence and as perfectly happy like the Brady Bunch lot, Wendy finds herself needing to be in control of anything and everything outside of her family. She must be in charge of everything she is involved in. Her room is immaculate, her subjects are color coded and she has a nasty habit of using sticky notes as reminders. You can usually spot random yellow stickys in odd places like the bathroom or in her closet. She works on a set schedule, her planner being one of things she cannot live without and holds all of her information, events, appointments and scheduled study times or hang out days. She plans things ahead of time, making it a big deal and needing to know what she's going to do and what's going to happen. Going with the flow is just not her style and never has been. Her cautiousness tends to make her a bit of a stick in the mud at times because being spontaneous isn't something she's all that comfortable with. With some sort of control or handle on her life and the situations surrounding it she's feels at a loss. Things that she doesn't expect to happened causes her to lose her normally calm exterior.
Don't underestimate Wendy by her size. She's tough. Born with two parents who are sports fanatics and involved in it themselves, Wendy has pretty much been a very avid sports fan her whole life. Growing up, she had more fun going outside and running around with the boys than sitting indoors with her girl playmates and play house or handclapping games. Dance captured her heart pretty much since the day she was born. There was always music on in the house, though not so much as it was when she was much younger. If school couldn't get her mind off things, dance was the one sure way that helped expel all her frustration and worries. She loves how it made her feel inside and is probably the only time you can see Wendy as herself. There are times when Wendy wonders if she's weird for not ever having a boyfriend before. She never really went through that stage yet and of course she had her crushes like every other girl, but being part of basketball teams, soccer teams and other sports activities as well as outdoor play dates, most of the boys saw her as one of the guys. She didn't think she was completely ready for anything serious and although she did find herself curious about sex, really having no preference on whether she was married or not to have it, it wasn't something she wanted to do anytime soon.
APPEARANCE
Wendy is attractive, but it’s not something she sees or cares for. To her, appearance isn’t everything and she plays down her looks even going as far as putting herself down. Standing just a few inches over five feet, Wendy is more on the shorter side of the scale than she would like to be. There’s still quite a bit of growing to do so she hopes that in the next couple of years she’ll shoot up a few more feet to be at least considered average. Despite her height though, Wendy is pretty much all legs, usually wearing shorts, skirts and tight pants to show them off. Her skin has a natural tan to it and brings out her shockingly azure blue eyes that are surrounded by long, thick lashes.
She has a rounded face with high cheek bones that gives her a slightly baby dollish look that is complimented with full, plump lips. Her hair is thick and sometimes unmanageable, falling past her shoulders and down to the middle of her back in lose sandy blond curls. It takes so much time to tame it into being straight that most of the time, it’s just left in it’s natural wildly curled state. Although, she’s a little more on the athletic side, Wendy loves to get dressed up. She likes to put on make up even if she’s going out for the simplest thing and getting dressed in nice clothes. Even if her clothes aren’t brand names she still finds great discounts and wears what she thinks is cute for herself.
HISTORY
Ellen Shaw was only seventeen when she ran away from home. She changed her look and snagged enough money for a one way trip from her native state of Colorado to New York City. It was in the big apple she met twenty one year old Michael Simpson. They hit it off pretty quickly and during the next five years they eventually got together, went through one major break up and moved in together. Marriage was a touchy subject for both, Ellen didn’t really believe in it and Michael was scared to commit so they came to an agreement to wait it out and see what happens. What happened was a baby. Wendy Olivia Simpson was born April 14, 1996, Ellen opting to go through it without any pain medication. There were no complications during the birth and both Ellen and Wendy were both strong and healthy enough to leave in the next few days. Both parents couldn’t be any happier than they already were. Wendy was a very quiet baby, never crying unless she was hungry or needed to be changed. She was well behaved throughout her childhood, always abiding by the rules and listening to what her parents told her to do
There was a strong bond between the small family, but in the summer before her fourth grade year, a string of misfortunate happenings occurred to where it changed Wendy indefinitely. Ellen had been pregnant for four months and tripped down the stairs, resulting in the loss of the baby boy or girl. Depression swept over the woman after the tragic event, barely leaving her the will to do anything and relying on sweet Wendy to do everything. The medication seemed to help though, but it didn’t help the next tragedy. Michael was cut loose from his place of employment. This left them in a stump and pretty soon he went into a depressive state of mind as well. It wasn’t long before the yelling and the screaming between parents started. Vicious words were thrown around and resulted in Michael walking out the house. After a few months, he came back, but was very different like he was hiding something. During the middle of her sixth grade year, it came out that he was having an affair with a young twenty-six year old photographer who was about to leave the country for a photo shoot with models for fashion week in Milan. He left them for her without so much as a drop of remorse and followed her to Europe.
Wendy threw herself in her school work, trying to find distractions from the fact that Michael never wanted to see her again. Depression seemed to take a greater hold of Ellen who rarely left the house. Wendy pretty much took control of the house after that, handling the shopping and the cleaning as well as the cooking. Juggling school work and a social life while doing this was a struggle. She didn’t mind it at first, but it reached to a certain level that Wendy just couldn’t take it anymore. The bottled emotions she kept within her exploded and before she could think, she marched herself upstairs and just screamed at Ellen, saying whatever came to mind without a second thought. Wendy remembered running out the house, down the street, into the city until it started raining and she took cover inside a dance studio. She became transfixed by the leotard clad girls and the few boys. Ms. Atkins, the instructor asked if she wanted to sign up to join, but Wendy knew she couldn’t afford it and her skills weren’t exactly great. For that day, Ms. Atkins made an exception and let Wendy try out the day for free. To say Wendy knew how to move was an understatement. The two worked out an agreement. Wendy would come over to tutor her two daughters in math and in exchange she’d let her join the classes for free.
Dinner was already made upon her arrival home. Ellen, looking freshly showered and dressed had enough decency to look shameful. They had a deep conversation about the last two years and reconciled. Ellen soon found a job as a bank teller for a credit union brand. It paid well above minimum wage and though it wasn’t much, Ellen made the money spread just enough to put food on the table and keep their power and water on. Unfortunately, it didn’t leave room for luxury spending on clothes or other materialistic wants. Wendy grew to become a lot closer with Ellen during this time, but also worried about the financial balance of the house, Ellen sometimes going out of her way to give her spending money for new jeans or a night out with friends that Wendy knew she couldn’t afford. Her anxiousness rose to a level where she began to start searching for her own job, but Ellen would have none of it and insisted she not worry about anything, that it was her job as a mother to do that. The pressure, however seemed to cave in on Ellen because Wendy walked into her home one day after school to see a police men ushering her handcuffed mother into the back of a cop cruiser. She was captured on tape stealing a boat load of money from a safety deposit box by using a key to it that one of their patrons had left behind by mistake.
The elderly woman from whom Ellen stole from didn’t press charges and persuaded the bank not to either. Ellen was fired from her job and ordered to pay back the $5,000 she took along with court fines. It was hard to hired again especially when the only recommendation would be from her last employer. Ellen joined a work from home job she found on the internet, a great way to get money quick. Wendy was disappointed in Ellen that at first she refused to talk with her, but after knowing that wouldn’t solve anything she dropped the cold shoulder. With a blue tooth permanently attached to her ear and her phone always ringing because of the demand of the job, Wendy started to find herself alone. She used that time to attach herself to dancing. It started to become her life, she just loved how it made her feel and just lost herself in whatever music was around. Ms. Atkins said she had natural, untapped talent and felt that she could learn some valuable things at a school a few states over. She had a contact or two there and Wendy gave her the okay to send in her application, not really expecting much from it. So, it came as a surprise a few months later before her entrance to high school when Ms. Cottrell told her that she’d been accepted to Gordon Parks Academy with a full ride scholarship. Ellen was supportive and knew that the distance issue would be hard, her daughter getting a great education was more
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Every step, the anger rose. With every pull from Mariana, it filtered it's way to his throat. His vocal cords riving to be used. He wanted to know what would have made Mariana so angry that she couldn't think straight. That she would try to go after one of Moore's whore's in plain sight. Each step and it made less sense to Michael. Each step and Mariana was fighting him more to go back inside. Each step and his grip tighten on her arm. That's exactly what they didn't need. Instead of just being fired, Moore would have someone deal with them. Shaking his head, Michael pulled her further away. Demanded her to be still without a word. But when she shrieked, her voice penetrating itself through his anger, he let her go. But he kept his mouth shut. Kept his lips pressed together, because he knew if he said something...anything... it wouldn't be good. His anger engulfed. Yet it wasn't blinded. He knew exactly why he was made. One of the reasons was standing right in front of him. With a bruising eye and a bloody broken nose.
Easily ignored were the tears in her eyes. They were from anger. And Michael's... was no match. Wouldn't even compute that Mariana was just as angry as him. Clenching his jaw, he stepped forward, his fingertips going to her jaw line. He gripped her chin firmly, more so then he planned, and tilted her head to the right. He held it there a second before he turned it to the left. It was broken. IT was fucking broken. Concern leap up within, but the anger engulfed it. Stifled it down into a hopeless heap lying at the pit of his stomach. The anger that rose on Mariana's face didn't help. Nor did the growl or the angry push that came his way. This time he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He couldn't keep his words buried deep. And what came out wasn't the concern that had been buried into the pit of his stomach. It was the anger that lashed out. "What the fuck was that?!" he asked, taking a step toward her. He pointed toward the building they had just left. The school cafeteria. "Do you want the whole school to find out, is that it? or was this just a way to get into that fucking little stuck up posey?!" his voice raised at the curse word, his eyes flashed with anger.
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[/size]NAME
[[Emmy]]
AGE
[[Nineteen]]
GENDER
[[Female]]
CHARACTER
NAME
[[Wendy Simpson]]
AGE AND GRADE
[[Fifteen / Freshman]]
GENDER
[[Female]]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
[[Straight]]
TALENT
[[Dance]]
LOOK-A-LIKE
[[Sasha Pieterse]]
PERSONALITY
If you knew Wendy during grade school then you knew her to be one of the sweetest kids, she was always one to offer her half of her lunch to someone who forgot theirs at home or making room for an outcast who was never included in groups. That once warm exterior hardened into such a coldness that sometimes it makes Wendy seem unapproachable. She's a strong girl and knows how to keep herself on her own two feet without the help of anyone. The front she puts on is a good one especially when her feelings are hurt or she felt she'd been betrayed, it almost makes the person who caused those emotions to feel like they were frostbitten by her bitterness to the situation. Her strive for independence is critical to her and having to lean on someone for any ounce of support makes her feel that asking for help is weak, but she has absolutely no problem going out of her way for her others. Despite her aloof demeanor, Wendy is still very caring and can't fight the need to offer a shoulder for someone to cry on or lend an ear to simple listen to one's problems. Helping friends or strangers makes her feel like she's wanted. And as much compassion she holds for people, there's only so much touchy feely or 'chick flick moments' as she calls it that she can stand. There's a slight level of discomfort when it comes to expressing her emotions. She's much better at bottling up what she feels rather than openly showing it on her sleeve.
Wendy is freakishly book smart to the point where she can recall something she's read about. There was nothing much to do, but read growing up and she took advantage of it, using it more as a distraction than anything else. Eventually, it's what made school work come so easily to her. School is the only safe haven and she buries herself in it, always with her nose in a book and asking for extra assignments to do at home that would earn her bonus points on a test or a previous assignment. English and History are her major downfalls, but despite them being her weaker subjects, she pushes herself to the limit for the good grades she knows she can achieve. Nothing is impossible in her book. Math and Science, however were what she loved. Numbers and Chemicals she understands like a piece of cake and enjoys it so much she even tutors whenever she can because she knows there are a lot of students her age who despise her favorite areas and she wants to help learn to love it too. This brought her to be more of a logical thinker. She bases her decisions and her life on facts and statistics, following her brain when she should be using her heart. Her focus in her studies spurs her on to where she thinks she can achieve anything.
Seeing as how her home life is not the whole white picket fence and as perfectly happy like the Brady Bunch lot, Wendy finds herself needing to be in control of anything and everything outside of her family. She must be in charge of everything she is involved in. Her room is immaculate, her subjects are color coded and she has a nasty habit of using sticky notes as reminders. You can usually spot random yellow stickys in odd places like the bathroom or in her closet. She works on a set schedule, her planner being one of things she cannot live without and holds all of her information, events, appointments and scheduled study times or hang out days. She plans things ahead of time, making it a big deal and needing to know what she's going to do and what's going to happen. Going with the flow is just not her style and never has been. Her cautiousness tends to make her a bit of a stick in the mud at times because being spontaneous isn't something she's all that comfortable with. With some sort of control or handle on her life and the situations surrounding it she's feels at a loss. Things that she doesn't expect to happened causes her to lose her normally calm exterior.
Don't underestimate Wendy by her size. She's tough. Born with two parents who are sports fanatics and involved in it themselves, Wendy has pretty much been a very avid sports fan her whole life. Growing up, she had more fun going outside and running around with the boys than sitting indoors with her girl playmates and play house or handclapping games. Dance captured her heart pretty much since the day she was born. There was always music on in the house, though not so much as it was when she was much younger. If school couldn't get her mind off things, dance was the one sure way that helped expel all her frustration and worries. She loves how it made her feel inside and is probably the only time you can see Wendy as herself. There are times when Wendy wonders if she's weird for not ever having a boyfriend before. She never really went through that stage yet and of course she had her crushes like every other girl, but being part of basketball teams, soccer teams and other sports activities as well as outdoor play dates, most of the boys saw her as one of the guys. She didn't think she was completely ready for anything serious and although she did find herself curious about sex, really having no preference on whether she was married or not to have it, it wasn't something she wanted to do anytime soon.
APPEARANCE
Wendy is attractive, but it’s not something she sees or cares for. To her, appearance isn’t everything and she plays down her looks even going as far as putting herself down. Standing just a few inches over five feet, Wendy is more on the shorter side of the scale than she would like to be. There’s still quite a bit of growing to do so she hopes that in the next couple of years she’ll shoot up a few more feet to be at least considered average. Despite her height though, Wendy is pretty much all legs, usually wearing shorts, skirts and tight pants to show them off. Her skin has a natural tan to it and brings out her shockingly azure blue eyes that are surrounded by long, thick lashes.
She has a rounded face with high cheek bones that gives her a slightly baby dollish look that is complimented with full, plump lips. Her hair is thick and sometimes unmanageable, falling past her shoulders and down to the middle of her back in lose sandy blond curls. It takes so much time to tame it into being straight that most of the time, it’s just left in it’s natural wildly curled state. Although, she’s a little more on the athletic side, Wendy loves to get dressed up. She likes to put on make up even if she’s going out for the simplest thing and getting dressed in nice clothes. Even if her clothes aren’t brand names she still finds great discounts and wears what she thinks is cute for herself.
HISTORY
Ellen Shaw was only seventeen when she ran away from home. She changed her look and snagged enough money for a one way trip from her native state of Colorado to New York City. It was in the big apple she met twenty one year old Michael Simpson. They hit it off pretty quickly and during the next five years they eventually got together, went through one major break up and moved in together. Marriage was a touchy subject for both, Ellen didn’t really believe in it and Michael was scared to commit so they came to an agreement to wait it out and see what happens. What happened was a baby. Wendy Olivia Simpson was born April 14, 1996, Ellen opting to go through it without any pain medication. There were no complications during the birth and both Ellen and Wendy were both strong and healthy enough to leave in the next few days. Both parents couldn’t be any happier than they already were. Wendy was a very quiet baby, never crying unless she was hungry or needed to be changed. She was well behaved throughout her childhood, always abiding by the rules and listening to what her parents told her to do
There was a strong bond between the small family, but in the summer before her fourth grade year, a string of misfortunate happenings occurred to where it changed Wendy indefinitely. Ellen had been pregnant for four months and tripped down the stairs, resulting in the loss of the baby boy or girl. Depression swept over the woman after the tragic event, barely leaving her the will to do anything and relying on sweet Wendy to do everything. The medication seemed to help though, but it didn’t help the next tragedy. Michael was cut loose from his place of employment. This left them in a stump and pretty soon he went into a depressive state of mind as well. It wasn’t long before the yelling and the screaming between parents started. Vicious words were thrown around and resulted in Michael walking out the house. After a few months, he came back, but was very different like he was hiding something. During the middle of her sixth grade year, it came out that he was having an affair with a young twenty-six year old photographer who was about to leave the country for a photo shoot with models for fashion week in Milan. He left them for her without so much as a drop of remorse and followed her to Europe.
Wendy threw herself in her school work, trying to find distractions from the fact that Michael never wanted to see her again. Depression seemed to take a greater hold of Ellen who rarely left the house. Wendy pretty much took control of the house after that, handling the shopping and the cleaning as well as the cooking. Juggling school work and a social life while doing this was a struggle. She didn’t mind it at first, but it reached to a certain level that Wendy just couldn’t take it anymore. The bottled emotions she kept within her exploded and before she could think, she marched herself upstairs and just screamed at Ellen, saying whatever came to mind without a second thought. Wendy remembered running out the house, down the street, into the city until it started raining and she took cover inside a dance studio. She became transfixed by the leotard clad girls and the few boys. Ms. Atkins, the instructor asked if she wanted to sign up to join, but Wendy knew she couldn’t afford it and her skills weren’t exactly great. For that day, Ms. Atkins made an exception and let Wendy try out the day for free. To say Wendy knew how to move was an understatement. The two worked out an agreement. Wendy would come over to tutor her two daughters in math and in exchange she’d let her join the classes for free.
Dinner was already made upon her arrival home. Ellen, looking freshly showered and dressed had enough decency to look shameful. They had a deep conversation about the last two years and reconciled. Ellen soon found a job as a bank teller for a credit union brand. It paid well above minimum wage and though it wasn’t much, Ellen made the money spread just enough to put food on the table and keep their power and water on. Unfortunately, it didn’t leave room for luxury spending on clothes or other materialistic wants. Wendy grew to become a lot closer with Ellen during this time, but also worried about the financial balance of the house, Ellen sometimes going out of her way to give her spending money for new jeans or a night out with friends that Wendy knew she couldn’t afford. Her anxiousness rose to a level where she began to start searching for her own job, but Ellen would have none of it and insisted she not worry about anything, that it was her job as a mother to do that. The pressure, however seemed to cave in on Ellen because Wendy walked into her home one day after school to see a police men ushering her handcuffed mother into the back of a cop cruiser. She was captured on tape stealing a boat load of money from a safety deposit box by using a key to it that one of their patrons had left behind by mistake.
The elderly woman from whom Ellen stole from didn’t press charges and persuaded the bank not to either. Ellen was fired from her job and ordered to pay back the $5,000 she took along with court fines. It was hard to hired again especially when the only recommendation would be from her last employer. Ellen joined a work from home job she found on the internet, a great way to get money quick. Wendy was disappointed in Ellen that at first she refused to talk with her, but after knowing that wouldn’t solve anything she dropped the cold shoulder. With a blue tooth permanently attached to her ear and her phone always ringing because of the demand of the job, Wendy started to find herself alone. She used that time to attach herself to dancing. It started to become her life, she just loved how it made her feel and just lost herself in whatever music was around. Ms. Atkins said she had natural, untapped talent and felt that she could learn some valuable things at a school a few states over. She had a contact or two there and Wendy gave her the okay to send in her application, not really expecting much from it. So, it came as a surprise a few months later before her entrance to high school when Ms. Cottrell told her that she’d been accepted to Gordon Parks Academy with a full ride scholarship. Ellen was supportive and knew that the distance issue would be hard, her daughter getting a great education was more
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Every step, the anger rose. With every pull from Mariana, it filtered it's way to his throat. His vocal cords riving to be used. He wanted to know what would have made Mariana so angry that she couldn't think straight. That she would try to go after one of Moore's whore's in plain sight. Each step and it made less sense to Michael. Each step and Mariana was fighting him more to go back inside. Each step and his grip tighten on her arm. That's exactly what they didn't need. Instead of just being fired, Moore would have someone deal with them. Shaking his head, Michael pulled her further away. Demanded her to be still without a word. But when she shrieked, her voice penetrating itself through his anger, he let her go. But he kept his mouth shut. Kept his lips pressed together, because he knew if he said something...anything... it wouldn't be good. His anger engulfed. Yet it wasn't blinded. He knew exactly why he was made. One of the reasons was standing right in front of him. With a bruising eye and a bloody broken nose.
Easily ignored were the tears in her eyes. They were from anger. And Michael's... was no match. Wouldn't even compute that Mariana was just as angry as him. Clenching his jaw, he stepped forward, his fingertips going to her jaw line. He gripped her chin firmly, more so then he planned, and tilted her head to the right. He held it there a second before he turned it to the left. It was broken. IT was fucking broken. Concern leap up within, but the anger engulfed it. Stifled it down into a hopeless heap lying at the pit of his stomach. The anger that rose on Mariana's face didn't help. Nor did the growl or the angry push that came his way. This time he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He couldn't keep his words buried deep. And what came out wasn't the concern that had been buried into the pit of his stomach. It was the anger that lashed out. "What the fuck was that?!" he asked, taking a step toward her. He pointed toward the building they had just left. The school cafeteria. "Do you want the whole school to find out, is that it? or was this just a way to get into that fucking little stuck up posey?!" his voice raised at the curse word, his eyes flashed with anger.
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