Post by sammi jay kershaw on Oct 22, 2009 15:49:17 GMT -5
sammi jay kershaw
nineteen . radio dj . daring
nineteen . radio dj . daring
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]samantha jay kershaw .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]sammi, sam, sammers .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]nineteen .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]daring, adeveturous, fun loving, thrill seeking, sarcastic, ambitious, realistic, unromantic, quirky, bossy, loud, talkative, wreckless, crude, generous, implusive, witty, opinionated, fidgety .
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]samantha jay was born nineteen years ago to stephanie and miles kershaw in san francisco. she was their first child and being the naive new parents that they were believed that samantha would be the perfect baby they had always dreamed of. oh how wrong they were. from the minuet she came into this world samantha proved to be a handle, always crying and unable to keep still. she wouldn't sleep and she ate all the time. baby sammi drove her parents to the brink of madness, it was any wonder that they decided to have another child when sammi was two years old. another girl named katherine. sammi hated kate, she would pulled her ears and stick things up her nose when her parents weren't looking and despised the amount of attention the alien being was getting.
when sammi turned four her father was offered a promotion, but it meant moving to new york. stephanie, who was a complete dreamer, jumped at the chance of living in the big apple and so just before sammi's fifth birthday the kershaw family packed up and moved out of their home in san francisco to start a new life in new york city. however, it wasn't the dream that stephanie and miles had invisioned. sure they had their nice apartment on the upper east side and miles had a blossoming career, but money as plentiful as they had hoped, what with stephanie unable to get a job. so just months after they moved into their nice apartment they moved out and crossed the bridge to brooklyn where they bought something more affordable.
needless to say stephanie and miles were disappointed, they hoped they could have sent their daughters to a private school and send them off to an ivy league college but after miles' first initial promotion nothing else came along for a long time. while they family were never rolling in it, they had enough for an average lifestyle. sammi started at the local elementry school and didn't get off to a great start, on the second day stephanie was called in because sammi had cut a girl's hair off in art class. while sammi was constantly in trouble throughout elementry school and drove her teachers insane, she never did anything to warrent an explusion.
then came middle school, sammi was never very popular and this became more apparent in middle school. most kids were afraid of her or thought she was a bit of a douche. sammi made out that this never bothered her and she became rather cold with her classmates and sassy with her teachers. she was in dentention all the time for being rude to teachers. then when she was thirteen she gate crashed one of her classmate's birthday party and kissed said girl's boyfriend before promptly leaving. next monday sammi and the girl got into a fight and sammi swung a punch and broke the girl's nose. she was then kicked out of her school. miles and stephanie were at their wits end with sammi and didn't have a clue what to do with her. they sent her to a new middle school which she managed to stay in till the end of the year but she was still getting in trouble on a daily basis.
but over the summer between middle school and high school sammi met a boy and she fell in love with him. she was only fourteen but she thought that she knew what she was doing. his name was kyle and he seemed to have a calming effect on her. they started high school together as a couple and were the first in the year to loose their virginity. but then six weeks later kyle broke up in sammi for another girl and old sammi was back but this time she hated anything with a penis. then sammi had a phase where she was convinced she was a lesbian and shaved all her hair off only to come back sophmore year claiming to be as straight as a ruler. sammi then became very gothic and started hanging around with the goth kids in her school. but by junior year a group had broken off from the goths and became known as the stoners. despite their reputation sammi and her friends were a tight group and brought out the best in sammi. she started to mature and violent sammi started to fade away.
sammi graduated high school with average grades and no intention to go to university. straight out of school she got herself an internship at a local radio and impressed them so much they gave her a slot in the afternoon with another guy. she moved out of her family home and into the city and shares a flat with a couple of roommates. she still hates men and doesn't really date and prefers to be with her friends.
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ooc name: emilie
pb being used: kristen stewart
years of experience: three
membergroup: citizen
Homework wasn’t Emerson’s strongest point, she found it hard to concentrate at the best of times and found it even harder when she was in the comfort of her own home with Led Zeppelin blaring out her iPod speakers. She knew it would be better to turn the music off but if there was one thing Emerson could not stand it was silence, she often filled silences with loud music or the sound of her own voice. If silence was forced upon Emerson, as it had been at school, then she would often crack under the weight of it all and burst into a fit of giggles. As you can imagine this had landed Emerson in a fair few detentions during her time a high school, soon her mother gave up disciplining Em when she came home late because no amount of grounding or confiscation of cell phone would shut Emerson up in class. “Why can’t you be more like your brother?” her mother would ask, Emerson would usually reply with something like “because I don’t have a penis,” which would earn her a disapproving look from her mother.
Nikolai, Emerson’s older brother, was the golden boy of the family, both of her parents worshipped him and in some ways were a little wary of him - his intelligence was intimidating. While Emerson was no where near his level of intelligence she shared the same appreciation for good conversation and debates, Emerson and Nikolai could easily talk their way into the wee hours of the morning discussing politics, books and people. Nikolai knew a great deal about everything and a lot of what Em knew came from what Nik had taught her. Currently Nikolai was half way across the country studying science at college. Emerson had chosen a college a little closer to home and was spending the weekend with her mother in their flat above her organic shop.
Groaning loudly she pushed her French essay to the side and leaned back on her chair, craning her neck she stared up at the ceiling and rubbed her temples with her fingers. She needed to get out, she had been cooped up all day hunched over her desk, her whole body was cramping up and her head was crying out for fresh air. Using her hands to push her away from the desk she rolled into the middle of her bedroom on her wheelie chair and sat there for a few moments, staring idly out of the window, spinning herself from side to side. The song ended and there was a few seconds of silence before Kings of Leon came blasting out reminding her of the nigh previous, she had attended a party at one of the huge houses along the beach but from what she remembered she hadn’t stayed in the house for very long; a group had made there way down to the beach and had stayed there all night. Emerson had left at about three in the morning and stumbled into bed fully clothed and was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Stretching out she got off from the chair and meandered over to her wardrobe, currently she was dressed in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and an old t shirt, and while she wasn’t one to fuss too much about her appearance there was no way she was going to leave the house looking like this. She undressed and threw the items of clothing on the bed before putting on a pair of jeans and a black sweater. Taking the hairbrush from her dresser she began running it through her hair with one hand as she rooted around her bedroom for her trainers. Once her hair was knot free and the shoes were on her feet she slipped her phone into her pocket and she was ready to leave. Her mom was not home so she scrawled her a note, took some keys from the hook and left the flat.
Immediately she felt better for being outside, she followed the side walk down towards the harbour. Her father owned a boat in the harbour but Emerson wasn’t one for sailing, neither was her father really but if you were rich in Scituate then you had a fancy boat. Emerson thought it was funny how she lived in two very different worlds at once, the first with her mother living above a shop, eating her mother’s strange home cooked meals and only ever having just enough to pay the bills. Then the second with her father, who lived in an ultra modern condo with six bedrooms and a swimming pool and was always buying things for Emerson, though she never felt like she truly fitted into that world and in fact there were some parts of it that she resent completely.
It wasn’t long before the harbour came into view, the boats all lined up, swaying slightly in the water; Emerson had decided she would take a walk around the harbour then head back up to starbucks for a caramel hot chocolate and while she was at it she could call a friend - anything to avoid the dreaded essay. She set out to find her dad’s boat, The Emerson Rose (named after Emerson of course), and made quick work of that having visited it one too many times she now knew it’s mooring off by heart. She stood in front of it with her hands deep in the pockets of her jeans and stared. Then she heard some movement indicating she wasn’t alone, she turned and she could see a figure moving on a deck several boats down, she watched as the figure got down and started doing press ups. Then suddenly she knew who it was, as she moved closer she shouted “OI! Andrew!”
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