Post by tianna on Aug 11, 2006 16:39:57 GMT 10
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Student's Name: Tianna Dixson
Student's Age: 15
Student's Grade: 10th
Student's Career Path: Journalist/Writer
Student's Name: Tianna Dixson
Student's Age: 15
Student's Grade: 10th
Student's Career Path: Journalist/Writer
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Description of Character: [at least two paragraphs]
Tianna is fairly short, only 4'11". She is also fairly skinny, though her eating habits wouldn't show for that. She is the definition of a fiery red head, through and through. Her skin is very fair; she burns at the slightest exposure to sun. Her eyes are a deep a deep hazel, and she's taught herself to not let them betray her emotions.
As for her clothing -- she's not very picky. Whatever is on is on, and that's that. She wears as minimal makeup as possible, preferring not to have to deal with the mess; and the fact that she's often in tears doesn't do much for the eyeliner. Sometimes, however, she'll go all out, and 'primp' herself completely, ending up looking like a completely different person.
Personality of Character: [at least three paragraphs]
Tianna is very shy around new faces. Give her a few days to talk and get to know someone, and she'll feel comfortable to be herself, but don't expect to just walk up to her and strike up a conversation. However, if you start an argument with her, be prepared to lose, whether she knows you or not. She'll use words at first, but if you still don't listen, physical violence is sure to ensue. Being in large crowds is something that Tianna just can't handle. Having someone behind her that she can't see makes her flip out, or break down. Contradictory to her shyness, she doesn't care what people think, or say, about her. She's been called just about everything in the book to her face, and nothing seems to faze her. At least, that is, when there are other people around. Her emotions are quite rocky, due to a hard childhood.
Her father was an alcoholic, and had no problem with throwing around his little girl, or his wife. Tianna's mother was killed when she was only three. The police never found out about it, and nothing was done about Tianna's father. At the age of eleven, Tianna ran away. She lived on the streets until she was fourteen, when she realized that she had to get out of where she was.
She had always been fascinated with Australia. She decided that, one way or another, she was going to earn enough money for a plane ticket. How she earned the money, she swore not to tell a single living soul: it was bad enough having to live with it herself, let alone having people scorn her for it, or mock her for it, or hate her for it. But on her fifteenth birthday, she packed her few belongings, took a cab to the airport, and boarded a plane bound for Australia.
Sample Role Play: [at least five decent paragraphs]
Tianna's hands grasped tightly onto the armrests of the seat. "God do I hate this. I'm never flying again!" she thought to herself, as the plane bounced several times. After a few more minutes of a rocky re-entry, the plane slowed, then finally stopped at the gate. Tianna glanced out the window, hoping to see a wide expanse of gorgeous land, but all that was visible from where she sat was a wide expanse of runway. The fasten seatbelt sign turned off, and the Captain came over the intercom.
"Welcome to Australia, folks. Enjoy your stay, and we hope you'll fly with us again soon!" echoed his voice, as people all around began standing and grabbing their bags from the overhead compartments.
Tianna undid her seat belt, bent down, and pulled a worn, dark purple bag from under her seat. She stood quickly, and tried to get down the aisle and out into the airport. Her way was blocked by numerous people trying to get down bags, but her size came in handy sometimes. She slipped through the crowd and into the terminal. Freedom. She stepped quickly, wanting to get out of the crowds as soon as was possible.
The purple bag was all she had with her, so she was able to leave immediately. She walked down two flights of stairs, and out into the bright, warm, Australian sunshine. Her mind wandered to what she had done to get here, and her hand, sub-consciously, went to her neck, her fingers running over a long, white scar. The sound of a blaring horn snapped her out of her reverie, and she jerked her hand back down to her side.
“No thinking of that, dammit.” she mumbled to herself.
“Excuse me, young lady, but do you need a taxi or anything?” a man’s voice asked from behind Tianna. She jumped, spinning on the spot.
“No, no I’m fine. Thanks, though.” she said, and walked back into the airport. “I can’t do this! Why am I here. I don’t know anyone, and no one knows me, and I feel so lost. Why did I even think that this would work? I wanted the education, it’s better than anything I could’ve gotten at home, but to come here? I hate myself.” she said quietly.
A woman passing by with a young boy looked nervously at Tianna, pushing the child past quickly and muttering something under her breath. Tianna sighed and walked to the nearest coffee shop that she could find; collapsing into a chair once inside.
“Getch ya anything, Miss?” a young woman wearing an apron sporting the shop’s name asked kindly.
“No, not yet, anyway.” Tianna replied, a little less jumpily than the first time she’d been confronted.
After nearly an hour sitting in the coffee shop, she stood slowly and walked towards the airport doors. Once again she walked out into the sun, but this time, she was more composed. She hailed a taxi, climbed into the back, and gave the driver the name “Northgate High”.
“Sure thing, lassy. It’s not a far drive, so just relax for a few minutes. Are yeh in a hurry? ‘Cause I can rush if you need.” he said, all in one breath.
“No. No need to hurry at all, I’d rather like to see the scenery as it goes by, as it is, so don’t worry about speed.” Tianna replied, glancing longingly out the window.
“Gorgeous lan', isn’ it?” the driver asked, looking in his rear view mirror.
“Yes it is.” Tianna answered, closing her eyes for a moment, and remembering why she had come here. It was a better life than what she’d had before: here she could be free of her old memories, if only she could get her mind to let them go.
