Post by meghan on Jul 23, 2008 22:48:45 GMT -5
[/b][/center]Personal Info
Nickname: Meghan
Age: Fifteen
Experience: 3 years (on and off)
Contact Info: PM, please.
Other Characters or Staff Position? None.
Basics
[/b][/center]Character Name: Tara Nicole Davis
Nicknames: Tare, Tare-Bear
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Birth Date: August 27, 1990
Grade: 12th; Senior
Relationship Status: Taken by 19 year old Brian Walters who is also on the wealthy side.
Appearance
[/b][/center]Looks like: Mischa Barton
Height: 5’8
Weight: 121
Build: Slim / Slender
Eye Color: Blue / Green
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Style: Tara usually follows the trend with what is in style, but always adds a little bit of her own touch to it. She is usually seen wearing headbands, skinny jeans, vests, or a mixture of those articles of clothing. Tara’s style could be described anywhere from hipster to preppy, the styles usually blend together into one outfit that doesn’t really sound right when described, but looks good when actually seen in person.
Over All:
BODY[/I][/B]
Tara has a slim build from playing her favorite sports, tennis and track. Although she’s not really a health nut, she likes to keep herself healthy. Tara has been known to count the occasional calorie before a big track meet or tennis match; it was more of her coaches’ orders than hers, but when she is ordered to do something, she WILL do it.
EYES[/I][/B]
One of the most noticeable features of Tara’s is her eyes; they range from green to hazel to blue. The color is highly influenced by the weather and whether Tara is near or in water.
Personality
[/b][/center]Likes:
Tara loves animals, volleyball, tennis, texting, sweets, being in love, feeling loved, the feeling of being successful, music, and sleeping in.
Dislikes:
Tara dislikes prejudiced people, early mornings, cheaters, betrayal, insensitive people, using people for personal gain, never feeling good enough, broken promises, bugs (especially roaches), gossip and rumors.
Strengths:
Tara has a few strengths that can be shown after a few minutes with her. Whereas, some are the kind that you have to know her to know the skills she has. Some of these include that Tara has the ability to learn from mistakes, she’s punctual, and determined. Some others are that she is very energetic and she has good people skills.
Weaknesses:
There are a lot of weaknesses that Tara has. Some include that she can be impatient, and can sometimes get too focused on pleasing people. Also, when it comes to work, she is a total klutz, but she will try and try again to get things absolutely perfect or it would bother her until she makes the exact way that they are supposed to be.
Tara can get overly emotional sometimes, and has been known to hold grudges in the past. It’s very hard for her to trust people, and it is even more hard for her to forgive and forget people for the things they have done in the past that have had an effect on her in any way.
Hopes and Dreams:
Tara has one big dream to move to Europe after college. She’s never been there and would love to go there after hearing how beautiful it is. She’s not really decided where exactly she would like to live, but Paris, London, or Italy are her top choices at the moment.
As for the hopes that Tara has, she would like to focus on being happy rather than making people happy. Rather than being stressed out on what people think or how people feel about herself or the things she does, she’d like to see herself carefree and able to take what comes to her and be just an all around happy person.
Fears:
Tara, like almost everybody else in the world, has fears. She tries to not show them by putting up a brave front to protect herself from being hurt. She tries not to dwell on the things that may or may not happen, but they do eventually come to mind at times and that completely scares her. Losing her brother, for instance is a big issue. It’s hard for her to imagine life without him there, and whenever that thought clouds her mind, she tries to block it out.
Rejection and abandonment are two other things that Tara fears. The thought of not having someone to talk or some to be there for her always scare her. Tara is not good at being alone for long periods of time, she is insecure, and when she does not have anybody else to help confirm her confidence, she gets paranoid that she isn’t really good enough or worth anybody’s time.
Habits:
Three of the worst habits Tara has are the ones he does when she is nervous or just bored are fiddling with her hair, giggling at inappropriate times and examining her nails. They aren’t really the most annoying habits, like cracking knuckles or anything like that but sometimes, some people will take it as a rude gesture signifying that she doesn’t care about what they are talking about. It can be true some times, but most of the time, it’s not.
Activities: (both academic and extracurricular)
In order to appear as a well-rounded person, Tara joined the volleyball and tennis team. Ever since she was young, she wanted to go to an Ivy League college. So she began working at it. That including joining a bunch of clubs (which she never stuck with for more than 1 ½ months) and sports. But as time passed, the only things she continued were volleyball and tennis since she loved the sports so much.
General Personality:
KIND[/b]
Overall, Tara is a generally nice person. She’s always one to help out or feel sympathy for a friend that’s hurt. She always thinks the best of people when getting to know them. Tara tries to have people’s best intentions at heart and always is trying to find ways to please them or make them feel like they could trust her and vice versa.
OPTIMISTIC[/b]
If words could be chosen to describe Tara, most of them would contain the word "happy". Happy-go-lucky, a little bit TOO happy, you know the drill. Tara is rarely ever seen without a smile on her face. She is ever the optimist and chooses to have a positive outlook on life. If she is feeling down, she’ll try to hide it with a smile and hold it all in. Not many people can tell when she's mad except for maybe some of the people that she's closest to.
DETERMINED[/b]
If Tara wants something, she’ll work at it to get it. If she doesn’t achieve it, she will try and try again to get the things she wants. Not only is getting what she wants a good feeling to her, but so is the feeling of success; of actually earning something. It makes her feel that she can actually achieve something and that all of the hard work that she does pay off.
PERFECTIONIST[/b]
She is your typical perfectionist. Things always have to be in perfect order for Tara when she is assigned to do something important. If they are not, she will fix them until they are. She’s not really OCD about things, but when it comes to the important things, like her job, she will be very thorough about the way things are, because it bothers her when they aren’t.
FORGETFUL[/b]
Names, birthdays, dates, you name it, Tara will most likely forget it. Her hair is longer than her attention span. The problem with her is that she gets bored easily and usually misses out on things that are important unless she writes them down, which is basically never. If an important thing NEEDS to be kept in her memory, she will usually keep on her cell phone or have someone remind her about it (usually the person forgets it themselves).
Background
[/b][/center]Birthplace: Kennington, Ohio
Financial Status: Middle Class
Parents: Andy Davis, 43; Julia Davis, 43
Siblings: Charlie Davis, 16; Theodore Davis, 15
Other Relatives: Isabella Davis, 28
Pets:
Rocky, a Siberian Husky
Transportation:
History:
Tara was born and raised in Kennington, Ohio, where she still resides. Life was average for her, nothing big or dramatic ever happened within the family in the years when she was young. She went to school and had friends; she made good grades and loved the Spice Girls and Britney Spears like every other girl at that period.
The neighborhood the Davis family lived in was your average suburb—cookie cutter houses, kids running through the sprinklers—you know the drill. The families that occupied the neighborhood, however, all had secrets of their own. Secrets that they thought would be kept within their houses stucco walls, but boy were they wrong. Everybody knew everyone’s business and nothing was ever actually not leaked. It just took a matter of time.
This was no different for Tara’s family when the news that Charlie had cancer had gotten out. It was weird for a few months in the neighborhood for the family, not that many people would look them in the eye, or when they did, they would quickly look away. The rest of the family seemed to ignore it but Tara couldn’t. When asking a friend and finally getting a confession out of her, Tara was surprised at how people found out, which she never actually uncovered. After a while, people went back to treating the family the way they had treated them before.
All seemed well in the Davis household, except for Charlie’s cancer, which seemed to be getting worse as time passed. As hard as it was for the family, they all seemed to adjust to the situation and keep Charlie as happy as they could. Which was, and still is, all they could do for now. tara kept her focus on school and tried not to think about what would happen in the future. It freaked her out.
Miscellaneous
[/b][/center]RP Sample:
"Kyle, dude, you gotta check out this club. It's packed full of hot chicks and all the booze you want, bro!" an elbow nudged Kyle in the side a little too sharply. Kyle gave no response; secretly thankful he had a window seat. Sitting in a compact car with a backseat that was designed to seat three people, but was crammed with five wasn't exactly his cup of tea. Another nudge. Kyle felt a bruise forming on his side already. "So you in?" A small nod as a response was enough to get elbow-jabber off of Kyle's back for a while and go back to debating whether or not Angelina Jolie would be hot or not after her pregnancy. This guy was irritating, not to mention pompous and arrogant, and yet Kyle didn't even know his name.
He was just along for the ride, it wasn't against his will, and it was just something to do on a Friday night. Kyle's friend--no more of an acquaintance that somehow got the notion that Kyle was a friend of his, had asked him to hang out with him and 'one or two friends'. Not wanting to be rude, he obliged. So now he sat staring at the passing cars, trying to decide what kind of life the driver lived based on the make of the car. So far he had Ronaldo, a wealthy bachelor who only drove a beaten up Volkswagen Rabbit on days that he was feeling down and drove his Rolls Royce on days that he felt like the he was actually worth it. Ronaldo was a lonely man, hence the beaten up Rabbit. But then there was Wanda, a single mother of three who drove a Toyota pickup truck as if it was her pride and joy, after her kids of course. Kyle was thinking of what the outcome if these two actually met; whether they would fall in love or hate each other or just become friends, until he felt like he could actually exhale fully again. Which indicated it was time to get out of the car and into the club.
Entering was a breeze; a long wait and a small tip later, the boys were inside, already drooling after some of the college girls who never even so much as glanced their way. Some of the girls he recognized as his sister's friends, which he found odd in an amusing way. The guys he arrived with made a beeline to the nearest remotely good-looking girl screaming horrible pick-up lines over the heavy bass of the music ("Hey sweetcheeks, I lost my number. Can I have yours?!"), which, of course, fell on deaf ears partly because of the music, but mostly because the girls wouldn't give them the time of day. Kyle was left standing alone at the edge of the dance floor, feeling slightly awkward. Thankfully, he'd located an empty barstool. Leaning over the counter slightly, he tried locating a bartender that could help him by waving his arm up and down. As he waited he looked at his watch; 8:15 PM. There was still a long way to go.
He was just along for the ride, it wasn't against his will, and it was just something to do on a Friday night. Kyle's friend--no more of an acquaintance that somehow got the notion that Kyle was a friend of his, had asked him to hang out with him and 'one or two friends'. Not wanting to be rude, he obliged. So now he sat staring at the passing cars, trying to decide what kind of life the driver lived based on the make of the car. So far he had Ronaldo, a wealthy bachelor who only drove a beaten up Volkswagen Rabbit on days that he was feeling down and drove his Rolls Royce on days that he felt like the he was actually worth it. Ronaldo was a lonely man, hence the beaten up Rabbit. But then there was Wanda, a single mother of three who drove a Toyota pickup truck as if it was her pride and joy, after her kids of course. Kyle was thinking of what the outcome if these two actually met; whether they would fall in love or hate each other or just become friends, until he felt like he could actually exhale fully again. Which indicated it was time to get out of the car and into the club.
Entering was a breeze; a long wait and a small tip later, the boys were inside, already drooling after some of the college girls who never even so much as glanced their way. Some of the girls he recognized as his sister's friends, which he found odd in an amusing way. The guys he arrived with made a beeline to the nearest remotely good-looking girl screaming horrible pick-up lines over the heavy bass of the music ("Hey sweetcheeks, I lost my number. Can I have yours?!"), which, of course, fell on deaf ears partly because of the music, but mostly because the girls wouldn't give them the time of day. Kyle was left standing alone at the edge of the dance floor, feeling slightly awkward. Thankfully, he'd located an empty barstool. Leaning over the counter slightly, he tried locating a bartender that could help him by waving his arm up and down. As he waited he looked at his watch; 8:15 PM. There was still a long way to go.
Activity Level: Very active, and I’ll try to be on as much as I can when school starts.
Anything else you need to say?
Nada
Oh, finally, what is king of all that is cheese? Cheese-Its!
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