Post by helen on Apr 24, 2008 21:02:46 GMT -5
Personal Info
[/b][/center]Nickname: Helen
Age: 18
Experience: Three
Contact Info: PM
Other Characters or Staff Position? Nope nope
Basics
[/b][/center]Character Name: Helen Grace Youngblood
Nicknames: None
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birth Date: March 6, 1991
Grade: Junior
Relationship Status: Single
Appearance
[/b][/center]Looks like: Zooey Deschanel
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 118lbs
Build: Skinnish
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Black
Style: Helen’s style is mostly just what she grabs out of the closet, although it she does seem to lean towards the goth, emo style. She really doesn’t prefer either but she likes certain aspects of the styles. Mostly skirts, leggings, and boots are what she prefers. Other then that she wears jeans, polo shirt, or just a shirt. Make up style is mostly dark eyeliner, other then that, nothing.
Over All: Helen doesn’t care about her appearance, she’d much rather be practical then pretty or any of that shit. Pulling back her black hair into a ponytail and shoving on a t-shirt and pants. Buying new clothing seems to be a strange practice for her, she may hate what she normally wears but she hates to throw those things away and replace them with new, different things.
Helen usually wears black eyeliner; it seems to accent her gray eyes. Her eyes usually seem to stare off into face until she turns them onto someone with slight scorn.
Personality
[/b][/center]Likes: Helen likes most things that involve being alone, or not being near people, or being near few people. The few friends that she has, or can stand, usually stick around with her. Not because she nice but because she sticks with them as well. Her other favorite thing to do is drink, not just water of course, but beer, vodka, wine, any alcohol. She’s underage of course but that doesn’t really stop her, or at least her father doesn’t. She also likes playing cards, taking pictures, and being mean to strangers.
Dislikes: Helen mostly dislikes hanging out with people she doesn’t like, but of course, who doesn’t. Helen dislikes other people messing around with her stuff. Touching her books, her school work, her clothing. She also dislikes hugging, or any physical contact with people, mostly with strangers or those weird friends who like to hug a lot. She can’t stand that, which usually includes her reprimanding them with curses.
Strengths: Helen’s smart but sometimes she finds herself talked into a corner of which she doesn’t know a lot about. But she’s the best at bullshitting her way through things, and no way will she back down from a fight. She’ll argue until she gets bored or she wins the argument. Another thing of hers is ignoring a lot of things, school, other people, and advice.
Weaknesses: Helen’s weakness, once again, is her ways of bullshitting her way through things. She’ll end up making herself look stupid, or pissing someone off with her misinformation, or being mean. She also likes a good drink now and then, ok, more then now and then. Like everyday. Some would say she has a drinking problem, she says she has problems that are only solved by drinking.
Hopes and Dreams: Helen has no hopes or dreams, she lives life by the moment, she rarely thinks of the future, and when she does it’s usually only about what she’s eating tomorrow.
Fears: Helen doesn’t want people to know about her family situation, that’s her biggest fear. She’s already viewed as different by most people and she fears that when people find out she may loose what little friends she has. After that fear, she truly has none.
Habits: Drinking is a habit for her, she doesn’t drink in front of her father, nor many of her friends. It’s not that she’s shy about it, all of her friends know about it while her father probably suspects something. She also finds enjoyment in just reading of listening to music. After that she does like being with her friends. To her, being alone can be a blessing and a curse. She doesn’t like thinking about serious things and her friends keep her from doing so.
Activities: Other then her junior year in high school, she has no other activities, extracurricular or otherwise.
General Personality: Helen seems a bit aloof from other people, she seems to find staring off into space of particular enjoyment in class. When she does find something interesting in class she only listens with half an ear. She doesn’t take things serious but she isn’t all about jokes. She somewhat in the middle. She tries not to take things seriously either.
She’s not the best at being a friend but spends what little emotional energy she can on them though. She’s not afraid to speak her mind to people, friends or otherwise, which usually puts people into two categories, those who hate and those who like her. And liking her is kind of hard; she’s not lovable or cute. She comes off a bit abrasive to anyone who just met her. Her friends will describe her as more pure of heart then other people, her fiends will explain this by saying that she speaks her mind not out of hatred or to hurt people, but just to inform people of this.
Helen denies this, and of course sometimes she does do things out of spite, but overall she just does things to do them.
Background
[/b][/center]Birthplace: Housten Texas
Financial Status: High Middle class
Parents: Robert Youngblood 53; Sarah Youngblood 49 (deceased)
Siblings: Charlotte Youngblood 20, Cherry Youngblood 20
Other Relatives: Two uncles, but not very importent
Pets: None
Transportation: Black, S-Type Jaguar
History: Born in the city of Houston, Helen was the third daughter of Robert and Sarah Youngblood, whose previous children were wins, Charlotte and Cherry (her parents couldn’t think of a second name at the time for poor Cherry). Helen’s family was a slightly dysfunctional, her father was an alcoholic. He lived in an apartment in the city. He would visit every evening, confusing Helen slightly, she knew something was wrong but she didn’t know what. But finally her father sobered up and moved back in. The stormy situation seemed to be gone.
Her family moved around, first to Alaska, then to Florida, and then back to Texas. The moves were because of his father’s job, a pretty good accountant who was friends with the boss of the company. Helen’s family wasn’t rich, but her family was able to pay for stuff and buy nice things. Ok, her family was kind of rich, but not hugely rich.
Her family’s final move was to a small town in Ohio, a small branch of her fathers company had opened up. After moving there her mother suspected her husband of cheating on her, along with Charlotte they did some slight snooping. Finally the secret came to light; her father was cheating on her mother, with another man. Helen was only fourteen at the time. A brief fight ensued, which ended with her father moving out.
A strange sense of déjà vu settled in, her father visited nearly every evening, a stressed out feeling filled the family. Helen didn’t know how to handle most of this so she pretended nothing was wrong at school. She held it in pretty well.
The day before her seventeenth birthday, her mother was in a car accident and was killed. Her father moved back in with Helen and her two older sisters, who had still not moved out. Helen finds her family situation awkward and tries to spend as much time away from home as possible, usually getting in trouble for it.
Miscellaneous
[/b][/center]RP Sample:
Gray.
The light was gray.
David sat up in the bed. Not aware that he had fallen asleep or had awaken. It was just like he was turned on. He shook his head and turned and put his booted feet on the ground. He had fallen asleep on the bed fully clothed apparently and on top of the covers, too.
The light coming in from the window was gray lighting the sullen motel room in a pale drape where few colors could show through. The room was lightly decorated; a bed, shoved against the wall with only a thin cover, a bookcase filled with some books, and a cheap rendition of some long dead artists work.
The moaning horde had past during his unconscious hours it seemed, something for which David was glad to know. The nailed shut door and covered windows were unbroken. Although they had not followed him or had any idea where he was, he had put up the boards and covered the windows just in case they had.
David stood, the blood rushed to his head, different shades of red, orange and yellow danced in front of his eyes like a malevolent spirit. David stood for a moment waiting for it to pass, which it did. David then stomped to the bathroom.
He turned the handle of the sink and, luckily, the water came guzzling out of the sinks nozzle. He pulled the tab behind the sink head and plugged the sink’s drain.
The sink filled up with water and David turned the water off. Cupping his hands David dipped them into the sink and leaned down and splashed water onto his face.
Once, twice, three times he did it. He grabbed a towel off a rack and toweled his face dry. He then looked at himself in the mirror.
His faced looked haggard and wrinkled. Dark lines stood out under his blue eyes and his black hair was messy enough that David dared not run a brush through it. He rubbed his chin, rough stubble stood out on his chin scratching his hand.
David glanced down at his clothing. A gray T-shirt and blue jeans with socks and sneakers, the shirt was wrinkled. Normal enough attire for a person. He glanced over at his leather jacket hanging on a coat rack.
David opened the cabinet near the mirror and found a cheap razor and some shaving cream. ‘Lucky me,’ David thought and he lathered shaving cream on his face.
The light was gray.
David sat up in the bed. Not aware that he had fallen asleep or had awaken. It was just like he was turned on. He shook his head and turned and put his booted feet on the ground. He had fallen asleep on the bed fully clothed apparently and on top of the covers, too.
The light coming in from the window was gray lighting the sullen motel room in a pale drape where few colors could show through. The room was lightly decorated; a bed, shoved against the wall with only a thin cover, a bookcase filled with some books, and a cheap rendition of some long dead artists work.
The moaning horde had past during his unconscious hours it seemed, something for which David was glad to know. The nailed shut door and covered windows were unbroken. Although they had not followed him or had any idea where he was, he had put up the boards and covered the windows just in case they had.
David stood, the blood rushed to his head, different shades of red, orange and yellow danced in front of his eyes like a malevolent spirit. David stood for a moment waiting for it to pass, which it did. David then stomped to the bathroom.
He turned the handle of the sink and, luckily, the water came guzzling out of the sinks nozzle. He pulled the tab behind the sink head and plugged the sink’s drain.
The sink filled up with water and David turned the water off. Cupping his hands David dipped them into the sink and leaned down and splashed water onto his face.
Once, twice, three times he did it. He grabbed a towel off a rack and toweled his face dry. He then looked at himself in the mirror.
His faced looked haggard and wrinkled. Dark lines stood out under his blue eyes and his black hair was messy enough that David dared not run a brush through it. He rubbed his chin, rough stubble stood out on his chin scratching his hand.
David glanced down at his clothing. A gray T-shirt and blue jeans with socks and sneakers, the shirt was wrinkled. Normal enough attire for a person. He glanced over at his leather jacket hanging on a coat rack.
David opened the cabinet near the mirror and found a cheap razor and some shaving cream. ‘Lucky me,’ David thought and he lathered shaving cream on his face.
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Anything else you need to say?
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Oh, finally, what is king of all that is cheese?
Totally not Cheese-Its, ok, kidding, they are.