Post by dreamshimmer on Sept 2, 2012 23:43:47 GMT -5
Tinkle Laura Bell
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Name: Tinker Laura Bell
Nickname: Tink
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Sexuality: Strait
Fairytale: Peter Pan or Pixie Hollow
Year: 6
Face Claim: Taylor Swift
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Personality:
Tinker bell, is as anyone who knew her for a few days would say, a bit weird. She was always a very inventive person, and loved to build anything or take stuff apart. She loves to fiddle with anything she could find, however she only does this when shes alone because shes afraid people would make fun of her for it.
She is also somewhat of a shy person. When around those she doesn't know, shes pretty quiet and doesn't say much. She acts very meek. But once she gets to know somebody well and knows they won't think badly of her, she opens up to show her true self. Then, she is very bold, outgoing, and occationally stubburn. Not to mention very funny.
Though she is quite shy, she never liked the idea of just fading in the backround. She wanted to stick out, just a little. But she couldn't decide for the life of her what she wanted to stand out as. So, she makes tons of strange outfits to dress up as. She has a different one each day. She loves it, because even though she's insecure about who she really is, her costumes always give her something to hide behind and something to be. All she hopes is that one day she'll find the right costume that's really her.
Appearance: She has a beautiful tall and thin body, although she is a bit too much on the thin part.
Her hair is long and golden-blonde. It has a few small bouncy curls here and there, but for the most part is just a bit wavy. She always wears it up in a bun with 2 pieces hanging on each side of her small cute face.
Her eyes are bright sparkling blue and always filled with exightment and ideas. She has dazzling white teeth and bright pink lips that never need lip gloss to be beautiful. Infact, the only make-up she wears is a bit of mascara and eyeliner to make her eyes pop.
History: She has always been a very shy and insecure person. As a kid she was picked on a lot for her bright blonde hair and squeaky high voice. At first, her stubborness got the best of her and she'd yell at them. But that would only further the harrasment over her voice, so after a few years she just stopped fighting it.
The bullies didn't stop. They kept making fun of her, now also about her clothes, which because of her small figure were always baggy. They also bullied her over her hobby of inventing. They said it was dumb and weird. The bullies didn't stop, and she just kept getting more and more reclused and began to fear people. Even the new people she wouldn't talk to because she felt they would judge her and bully her like all the others. She felt like everyone saw her the same way and began to trust no one. She felt no one would ever like her.
Because she didn't have anybody to be friends with, she had a lot of free time on her hands. She began to delve into herself and do some soul searching. Who was she exactly? But after the longest time, months and months went by, and she still didn't know. She got more and moer worried and depressed. What if she was... nothing?
No, she couldn't let that happen. Then all of a sudden, an idea hit her. If she didn't know how to be herself, she'd be someone else! She spent the longest time trying to find out who she'd be, but she just couldn't pick. There were so many kinds of people out there, and all of them would be fun to be. All of them but she. So finally, she decided to be all of them. She got to work using her inventive skills to make all sorts of costumes and outfits to be.
She absolutly loved it. She got to be all inventive and creative, and make up little personalities as she made each outfit. She couldn't wait to go to her new middle school and try it out. And so she did. She wore different outfits every day, trying out many personalities. Even though people still judged her and her costumes, she could just tell herself that they didn't like her outfit and tommarow they'd love the new her. It made life so much easier, hiding behind the costumes. She even began to get a bit of confidence in herself. And after a while all the kids got used to her costume wearing and stopped wispering about it, instead watched with interest every morning to see what she'd be dressed as that day. All was going in well in her life. Even high school was going well.
Untill her high school suddenly had to close due to some art company buying out the building. She now had no choice but to go to the only other high school nearby, where all her former bullies went. She was terrefied. Luckily, her parents knew this and decided to send her off to a bording school, tintagel acadamy.
And here, or should i say now, is where her story begins...
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Sample Post: Tinkerbell raced through the halls with long steady strides, determined to get to her next class before the bell rang. Her flowy brown shirt and white yoga pants flapped in the breeze as she nearly flew down the halls. She glanced around the hall, clutching her books closer to her chest as she saw it empty. The only sound in the hall were her sandals click clacking against the tile floor. She adjusted her flower headband, that perfectly completed her hippie outfit, on her head and tried to hurry her pace up even more.
She had forgotten her book and had to go all the way back to her locker. She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a moment. Now she'd be late and walk in and everyone would stare at her and the teacher would yell at her and-
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Apparently, closing your eyes in frustration is not the best idea while walking, especially when there are precariously open doors in your path.
Tinkerbell quickly gathered up her books and glared at the door, furious. " How dare you, door! I'm allready late, now im gonna be MORE late!" she grumbled, thinking out lout. " Gaaaah!" she growled, standing up. " Theres no way i'm getting to class now!" she stomped down the hall, fuming. As her stubborn nature would have it, she'd be thoroughly pissed for the rest of the day.