Post by Flan Ashley on Jun 18, 2007 21:08:29 GMT -5
Name: Flannery Kainani Ashley Carmichael; goes by Flan Kainani Ashley
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Year: Junior
Home Town: Honolua Bay, Maui
Clique: Art Enthusiasts//Female Jock (not really preps, but more jocks, but she’s a girl)
Secondary Clique: Hippies
Family: [/u] (in age order)
[/li][li]Father: Tyler Carmichael
[/li][li]Mother: Ashley Carmichael
[/li][li]Brother: Michael Thomas Carmichael (16)
[/li][li]Brother: Jeffrey Steven Carmichael (16; Mike and Jeff are twins)
[/li][li]Brother: David Alden Carmichael (14)
[/li][li]Sister: Sydney Melissa Carmichael (11)
[/li][li]Brother: Tyler Scott Carmichael (7)
Appearance:
Flan has long dirty blonde hair, eyes that change colour to reflect the water, and a sculpted body that sets her apart from others. Her height makes her stand out too, as she almost 5’10 and towers over most people. She doesn’t care about the way she looks and often just throws on whatever clothes she can find. Because she is sponsored by Roxy, Oakley, Sex Wax, O'neill, Ohana Kemp, and Sticky Bumps, she has lots of their stuff lying around everywhere and she often trips on them, leaving light bruises. Thankfully, she is more graceful in the water. Her worst scar is from the Wahine Classic a few years ago. She got whiplash and her board broke, leaving a deep cut on her thigh. To this day, it still marks her smooth tan legs.
Personality:
Flan is a very laid-back aloha type of girl. She takes things as they come to her and never pushes. She has very strong, independent, and gregarious personality with all types of people. She generally doesn’t mistrust a person unless given a reason. Sometimes, however, she gets weird vibes, but she just ignores those people instead of being mean or rude or snippity.
Five words that describe your character?:
1. kainani
2. aloha
3. gregarious
4. loyal
5. aggressive
Likes
¢..ocean
¢..friends
¢..family
¢..surfing
¢..dancing
¢..singing
¢..guitar
Dislikes
x..sitting still
x..alcoholics
x..addicts
x..liars
x..the cold
Strengths
~athletic
~loyal
~strong
~dependable
Weakness
~gifts
~puppy-dog eyes
~
Personal History:
It started that hot day in the buzzing clinic room. In that room sat a young woman, barely in her twenties and ever-beautiful, playing fretfully with her hair. A balding middle-aged man stood in front of her, holding a clipboard and a compassionate look upon his face. He had done this many times before. It was there, in that room and at that moment, that one life ended and another began.
Outside the room, amid all the confusion and chaos, sat a young man, barely in his twenties, waiting for his life to fall apart around him. As the door opened, he stood up, his eyes searching. He’d seen all he needed to.
No, he did not leave her. Far from it, in fact. The two were married within the year, and the baby came a few months later. They named her Flannery Ashley.
Born on the 1st of August to Tyler and Ashley Carmichael, Flannery Kainani Ashley (Kainani was her grandmother’s nickname for her; at the age of 8, Flan legally added it as her second name) was born into a family of surfers in Maui. Her parents were both professional surfers. Following Hawaiian tradition, Flan has taken hula and ukulele lessons. She also competes in horse shows and is a member of the American Ballet in San Juan since moving to California her freshman year of high school. She is also a member of the USA Surf Team, an honor for her especially because her father was also a member.
Because her parents were very lax in discipline, as there was not much trouble to get into surfing, except the danger of the ocean, Flan let her grades fall a bit. And a bit. And a bit further. She put way too much time and energy into surfing and dancing and music. And after a freshman art class, into art as well.
Anything else?: My other character is Alexia Loren. Call me Alexia, or ali, or alex. Whatever suits you.
Read the Rules?:[/u] BUBBLES
RP Sample:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Year: Junior
Home Town: Honolua Bay, Maui
Clique: Art Enthusiasts//Female Jock (not really preps, but more jocks, but she’s a girl)
Secondary Clique: Hippies
Family: [/u] (in age order)
[/li][li]Father: Tyler Carmichael
[/li][li]Mother: Ashley Carmichael
[/li][li]Brother: Michael Thomas Carmichael (16)
[/li][li]Brother: Jeffrey Steven Carmichael (16; Mike and Jeff are twins)
[/li][li]Brother: David Alden Carmichael (14)
[/li][li]Sister: Sydney Melissa Carmichael (11)
[/li][li]Brother: Tyler Scott Carmichael (7)
Appearance:
Flan has long dirty blonde hair, eyes that change colour to reflect the water, and a sculpted body that sets her apart from others. Her height makes her stand out too, as she almost 5’10 and towers over most people. She doesn’t care about the way she looks and often just throws on whatever clothes she can find. Because she is sponsored by Roxy, Oakley, Sex Wax, O'neill, Ohana Kemp, and Sticky Bumps, she has lots of their stuff lying around everywhere and she often trips on them, leaving light bruises. Thankfully, she is more graceful in the water. Her worst scar is from the Wahine Classic a few years ago. She got whiplash and her board broke, leaving a deep cut on her thigh. To this day, it still marks her smooth tan legs.
Personality:
Flan is a very laid-back aloha type of girl. She takes things as they come to her and never pushes. She has very strong, independent, and gregarious personality with all types of people. She generally doesn’t mistrust a person unless given a reason. Sometimes, however, she gets weird vibes, but she just ignores those people instead of being mean or rude or snippity.
Five words that describe your character?:
1. kainani
2. aloha
3. gregarious
4. loyal
5. aggressive
Likes
¢..ocean
¢..friends
¢..family
¢..surfing
¢..dancing
¢..singing
¢..guitar
Dislikes
x..sitting still
x..alcoholics
x..addicts
x..liars
x..the cold
Strengths
~athletic
~loyal
~strong
~dependable
Weakness
~gifts
~puppy-dog eyes
~
Personal History:
It started that hot day in the buzzing clinic room. In that room sat a young woman, barely in her twenties and ever-beautiful, playing fretfully with her hair. A balding middle-aged man stood in front of her, holding a clipboard and a compassionate look upon his face. He had done this many times before. It was there, in that room and at that moment, that one life ended and another began.
Outside the room, amid all the confusion and chaos, sat a young man, barely in his twenties, waiting for his life to fall apart around him. As the door opened, he stood up, his eyes searching. He’d seen all he needed to.
***
No, he did not leave her. Far from it, in fact. The two were married within the year, and the baby came a few months later. They named her Flannery Ashley.
Born on the 1st of August to Tyler and Ashley Carmichael, Flannery Kainani Ashley (Kainani was her grandmother’s nickname for her; at the age of 8, Flan legally added it as her second name) was born into a family of surfers in Maui. Her parents were both professional surfers. Following Hawaiian tradition, Flan has taken hula and ukulele lessons. She also competes in horse shows and is a member of the American Ballet in San Juan since moving to California her freshman year of high school. She is also a member of the USA Surf Team, an honor for her especially because her father was also a member.
Because her parents were very lax in discipline, as there was not much trouble to get into surfing, except the danger of the ocean, Flan let her grades fall a bit. And a bit. And a bit further. She put way too much time and energy into surfing and dancing and music. And after a freshman art class, into art as well.
Anything else?: My other character is Alexia Loren. Call me Alexia, or ali, or alex. Whatever suits you.
Read the Rules?:[/u] BUBBLES
RP Sample:
When Damien got down to the pitch, he arrived in his usual awkward fashion. He carried over his shoulder his broom, a cheap old model which happened to be paid for from the money he had found on his date with Marquise. Hooked over the handle end was a spare cloak.
Under one arm he gripped the rider’s manual. (Though he had had it over the summer, he had been afraid to actually get on the broom for the majority of the summer. Instead, he had polished the wood shiny and combed the bristles straight so that it transformed from a gangly thing to a brand new-looking speedy broom. What he did teach himself was not to attempt flight so soon after waxing. From this he learned how much it hurt to fall from almost 3 feet in the air. It was so very, very scary.)
Under the other arm, a pair of mittens was gripped, in case it got colder. And to top it off, a large rule-slash-play book of Quidditch, titled Easy Ways to Score: Quidditch, the Game, in his hands. (He also owned several other books in the series: Easy Ways to Score: Girls, an Unlooked Science and Easy Ways to Score: Luck, It¡¯s Real.)
He was reading when he reached the fields and didn¡¯t see where he was going. He didn¡¯t see, in fact, that he dropped a mitten; so how it ended up on the ground in front of him was a mystery. As he took a step forward, his eyes opened in surprise. The very familiar feeling of ¡®about-to-fall¡¯ was spreading over him. He was at that crucial second where he still had a chance, if he could catch his balance. Sad to say, Damien¡¯s balance had run away from him long ago. He tried to brace himself for the cold hard ground, but because he was holding so many things on his person, he fell flat on the side of his face, with his stuff scattered around him.
His whole body ached and he wasn¡¯t sure if anyone had seen. He weighed his options. If there were people present, they could help peel him off the ground. If there weren¡¯t, maybe he could clean himself up before anyone came and saw him. He tried weakly to lift his head. Nope.
Why do I do this? He thought to himself. Why do I do this to myself?
Again, Damien tried to lift his head. Still nothing. ¡°Uhhm? Is anyone there? Help? Please?
Under one arm he gripped the rider’s manual. (Though he had had it over the summer, he had been afraid to actually get on the broom for the majority of the summer. Instead, he had polished the wood shiny and combed the bristles straight so that it transformed from a gangly thing to a brand new-looking speedy broom. What he did teach himself was not to attempt flight so soon after waxing. From this he learned how much it hurt to fall from almost 3 feet in the air. It was so very, very scary.)
Under the other arm, a pair of mittens was gripped, in case it got colder. And to top it off, a large rule-slash-play book of Quidditch, titled Easy Ways to Score: Quidditch, the Game, in his hands. (He also owned several other books in the series: Easy Ways to Score: Girls, an Unlooked Science and Easy Ways to Score: Luck, It¡¯s Real.)
He was reading when he reached the fields and didn¡¯t see where he was going. He didn¡¯t see, in fact, that he dropped a mitten; so how it ended up on the ground in front of him was a mystery. As he took a step forward, his eyes opened in surprise. The very familiar feeling of ¡®about-to-fall¡¯ was spreading over him. He was at that crucial second where he still had a chance, if he could catch his balance. Sad to say, Damien¡¯s balance had run away from him long ago. He tried to brace himself for the cold hard ground, but because he was holding so many things on his person, he fell flat on the side of his face, with his stuff scattered around him.
His whole body ached and he wasn¡¯t sure if anyone had seen. He weighed his options. If there were people present, they could help peel him off the ground. If there weren¡¯t, maybe he could clean himself up before anyone came and saw him. He tried weakly to lift his head. Nope.
Why do I do this? He thought to himself. Why do I do this to myself?
Again, Damien tried to lift his head. Still nothing. ¡°Uhhm? Is anyone there? Help? Please?
