avery, peyton

[peyton]

Hello! My name is { .amy. !
I am {.sixteen !
I have been roleplaying for { .like a year, now ? , and here is a sample post of mine.

Sample: { Ryan saw her mom in Cheyenne every time she looked at her. Cheyenne had the dark blonde hair her mother had, the jade green eyes as well, and she was short, way short. Ryan took after her dad more, having greenish brown eyes, dark hair, but at least she wasn’t six foot tall like her dad. Cheyenne could have been their mom, though. Ryan had never really resented her sister for it, though. She never really looked at Chy and wanted to yell or scream or throw a fit like she would have if she could really tell her mom how she felt about her. It was selfish and mean, she knew it, to be resentful of her mom dying, but Ryan had never once thought about taking it out on Chy. Okay, so it might have crossed her mind once, but she had never acted upon it. Every time the thought crossed her mind, she remembered that it wasn’t Cheyenne’s fault she looked like their mom. She never got to choose which features she got from either parent. Ryan could have distanced herself from Cheyenne and told her dad she didn’t want to see Cheyenne except for when she went home, but she wanted to love her little sister. Ryan felt like if Chy couldn’t have a real mother, then she could be like a replacement.

Cheyenne got all their mother’s attention, that was for sure, but she only got it for a short amount of time. She was only eleven now, and Mrs. Darcy had died just a few years after Cheyenne was born. Ryan wanted Chy to be happy, and living with her dad and step-mom full time was not the way to be happy. Whenever Cheyenne came to visit, Ryan was like a different person. She would have no guys over, no sex or parties for the entire visit. She goes to class, every class, and then she goes to work. Chy stays at home in Ryan’s apartment when Ryan goes to school, but she come to work with Ryan after school. Sometimes Cheyenne even helped out at work, the manager loved Ryan’s little sister and any amount of help was welcomed. It was like Ryan was a new person, a better person, whenever she needed to be a mom. It was weird to say, but Ryan did feel like a mom when her sister came to visit. She fed her, took care of her, hung out with her, hell she gave up men for her little sister. When she would go back home, Ryan would spend a day wishing she could be that person all the time, but life would go on and so would Ryan the next day.

Ryan’s plate was full now. She had work going on a lot lately, she wanted to spend more time with James, school was back in session, and seeing her friends was quickly coming back to be top priority to her. Not to mention the partying she had done so often. At least now that she was crushing on James she didn’t party as much, she was passing classes again. But she hadn’t heard from Peyton in so long. It was weird, how they were both so busy and distracted by the same guy. Ryan didn’t think twice about all the time James and Peyton were spending together lately. She knew Peyton had a lot of things she needed to talk about, and sometimes the two of them could clash when it came to serious talks. Ryan liked to live it up, and sometimes her views on Peyton’s problems weren’t exactly what Peyton needed to hear. But she had to admit that she missed giving her friend help and advice, and knew she needed to re-connect with her as soon as she could. Loosing her best friend was something that was too awful for Ryan to worry about now.

They were reaching the house soon and a car came into view. Ryan would know that car from anywhere and a grin spread across her face. She hadn’t seen much of Jess since she hooked up with Kade, so spending time with her should be a fun distraction from waiting for tonight. Slowly, they reached the house and James’s fingers disconnected from hers as Jess neared closer. Ryan smiled at James’s statement and nodded as he excused himself. The date was becoming more real to her, it seemed to good to be true before that something was actually going right in her life for once, and now it was solid fact Ryan felt those familiar butterflies once more. Reese was safely asleep in Kade’s car and Jess cracked a little joke, to which Ryan rolled her eyes playfully in response. “A ride would be amazing, actually. Would I pass up the chance to spend time with a future star?” She smiled at her friend and laughed a little before she felt James kiss her cheek. She walked to the passenger’s seat and hopped into the car, waving gently to James and turning to Jessica in the car once more. “He’s a pretty great guy, Jess.” They took off and Ryan felt herself ease a bit. All she needed to do was relax more and things would be fine. But Jess’s joke was eating at her bit. What if they were cutting it close by going on a date? Surely someone they knew would see them. She shook it off, Jessica didn’t mean to make her worry like that, so she shouldn’t worry.

Jess dropped her off at her apartment and Ryan unlocked her door to be greeted by her rather excited dog holding one of her heels in his mouth. She rolled her eyes, too happy to reprimand the dog and just removed her heel from his jaws. Dax followed her around her apartment, whining softly when she walked into the kitchen. She felt bad, about not playing with the dog in a while, so she grabbed his leash and took him outside. She had a good hour and a half before she would even think about getting ready, and by the time she got back with a less energetic dog, she was running into the shower. Dax got a little excited down the street and took off with her, so the half hour walk turned into an hour. Ryan rushed into her shower and was finished in thirty minutes, beginning to dry her hair. She walked into her closet, dressed quickly, throwing some dark jeans on as well, and headed back into the bathroom to curl her hair. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she looked onto her bed and saw Dax chewing on the heels she was planning on wearing. She stepped towards the dog, and immediately he gained energy and began to go bounding into the next room. “Dax! Get your ass back here!” It wasn’t exactly how she was hoping to spend the last ten minutes before James was supposed to be there, but she had no other shoes to wear with what she had on. As she heard her buzzer go off, Dax stopped in his tracks and Ryan grabbed her shoes, slipping them on as she buzzed James up. “Dumb dog.” He tilted his head at her and plopped onto the couch, his big brown eyes staring at her intently.

{ .Peyton Marie Avery.

Name: Peyton Avery
Age: nineteen
Gender: female
Sexual Orientation: straight
Social Standing: { student

Physical Appearance: { I’m sure you’ve heard people tell you what they think beautiful is. And when you look at Peyton, you might see that. Well, she doesn’t, but other people do. Peyton is about five six, five seven on a good day, and has a petite frame. Oh no wait, she has a small frame, but with a rather large bust for her size. She hates it, can’t stand that her chest is what brings attention to her, but that’s another story. Anyway, her legs are long, her torso is a medium length, all in all, Peyton’s got a pretty nice body. She works hard for it, though, she works out, runs, and played volleyball for years to keep herself fit. It never really mattered to her what she looked like, but she did like to keep herself fit and in shape. She hated being out of shape.

Her hair is long and blonde, like so many people wish they had, and wavy mostly. Not curly, no she’d kill herself if her hair was curly and she couldn’t mess with it, and not straight, because then she’d love her hair. Peyton’s hair has that stubborn wave that some would call beach hair. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that Peyton hates everything about her hair, she loves the color, that’s why in all nineteen years of her life she has never gotten it dyed, highlighted, glossed, or whatever. No matter how much her mother begged for her to get some highlights. When she was younger, she had it all cut off, about five inches to be exact, and lived with it just below her shoulders for a while. She got side bangs then, and even if she didn’t exactly love the shortness, she kept her side bangs until now. Occasionally, she will take a flat iron to her long locks, it will take an hour at least, but some days it happens.

Moving on now, to her ‘gorgeous’ eyes. Everyone always stops her to say how beautiful her eyes are. Like she had never heard that compliment before. If Peyton had ever loved her eyes, it was long before people would stop and tell her how much they loved them. They are a grey-blue, mostly blue, grey around the edges and flecks of green near her pupils. From a distance they like almost like a blushish sliver color, which is why people will stop her for the most part because they think she has silver eyes.

The rest of her body and appearance is pretty average. She has nice cheekbones, and her lips are pouty, much to her mother’s dismay. ‘A lady never pouts’. Her lips are a soft pink color, always, she hates lipstick with a passion. Only because of her mother’s constant nagging, does Peyton get her eye brows done to make them slim and orderly. Her nose is an average nose, there’s not much to say about it, except for when she was six, she fell off a horse and broke it, so the top part, above the bridge, is a little wider than the rest of her nose.
Personality: { It’s hard to describe Peyton in just a few words, but let’s try it.

FUN-LOVING
If there’s one thing Peyton knows how to do, it’s party. She likes to drink, in moderation, but she will drink. She likes to dance and have fun, and go out on the weekends. Peyton is nowhere near the whore that most people like to think she is, and in fact Peyton laughs at girls like that. Why would you give yourself away for free all the time, no guy will seriously want you in a long relationship after that. That doesn’t mean that Peyton is a virgin, oh Lord no. That would make mommy just a little bit too happy. Anyway, Peyton is pretty funny and sarcastic as well, adding to the care free life she loves to lead. Peyton is only ever serious in serious situations when she has to be. Stuffy events given by her mother were times were Peyton’s sarcasm and wit really came out to play. Anything to bite mom in the ass. Which lead us to the next thing.

SPITEFUL
Momma Avery is one woman that many are afraid to mess with. She was a junior leaguer, for sure, from the deep south and picture perfect to all. So when she got stuck with Peyton for a daughter, Peyton was more than happy to be a guy’s girl, laugh, and behave like a normal girl would. Anything her mother tells her to do, she does the opposite of. And if her mother was angry with her, or made her mad one day, and an event was the next, Peyton was sure to be on her “best” behavior for the tea or the dinner. The same carries into her life now. If you anger her, she will try her best to spite you every chance she gets. It take a bit to make her mad if you’re not her mom, but if you do, well ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’

GUY’S GIRL
Peyton hates drama. She absolutely cannot stand it, and not only that, but she doesn’t know how to deal with it. When drama rolls into town, Peyton pulls out. She likes to be comfortable and relaxed all the time. This also meant that Peyton liked to just hang out. She didn’t always have to be impressed and shocked and awed, Peyton was alright with just staying home and watching movies. Not to mention, she loved to watch football. It was the most ‘un-lady like’ thing her mother had ever seen coming from her daughter, but Peyton loved it.

GIRLY
Okay, so this might sound like it completely contradicts what was stated above, but Peyton is a girl from Texas, she’s bound to be at least a bit girly. She loves to look cute when she goes out with her friends, she takes her sweet time getting ready, and she can’t stand not looking good or smelling good. Peyton loves being a girl and going shopping, but she doesn’t over exaggerate it like most girls do.


History: { also five-six paragraphs.

Family Details: { daddy-dearest . MARK AVERY . 46
{ mommy from hell . ASHLEY WADE-AVERY . 40
{ baby brother . ANDREW AVERY . 16
Other:

For my application to be approved, I know that: { the song goes on.

[ooc= not done, but it will be asap !]