Post by nu on Feb 13, 2010 5:52:44 GMT -5
Character Name: Amelia Baker
Nickname: Amy, Baker
Age: 16
Birthday: 7th October
Place of birth: Miami
School: Gould
Grade: Junior
Height: 5'8
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Detailed Appearance: Amy has very soft, feminine and rounded features with big bright blue eyes, full pouty lips, a sharp blunt-tipped nose and a soft glow to her slightly tanned skin from being out in the sun for so long. She has a wide and open smile and occasionally a cheeky grin or two passes her lips. Her sunny golden hair is occasionally let loose to fall straight down to her mid-back, streaked in places due to being exposed to the sun for long periods of time. From her neck up, people wouldn't really think of her as an athlete but it doesn't take much for Amy to convince everyone of her boyish demeanour.
Choosing to wear loose tops and baggy shorts or cargo pants, Amy can easily be mistaken for a guy if she stuffed her hair in her favourite trucker cap and pulled it down her face. Being a hardcore athlete, she is used to wrap her chest with gauze to flatten it during training or practice.
Standing at a tall and quite bulky 5'8, it's a bit hard for Amy to try and look feminine from the neck down. She isn't exactly fat but with all the extra training and weight lifting, running and swimming to build up enough muscles to be a better soccer and basketball player, Amy just gives up when it comes to dressing like a girl.
Personality: She's determined during practices, choosing to work all hours just to improve her game. She is stubbornly hard-working and eager to get a scout's attention for that coveted basketball scholarship to play with the big league. She is persistent and very boy-like in her demeanour, having been only exposed to her father and also her guy friends since an impressionable age. She's rough when it comes to interaction, shouldering her friends and giving them rather masculine handshakes or backslaps and basically just a lot of rough housing and she is very independent, thanks to never having a mother around and having been dependent on only her father since she was born. Some might call her crass but most of her guy friends just think she's a blast to be around.
Not well-liked by the preppy girls partly due to her constant interaction with boys and partly due to the fact that they see her as this freakishly tall female jock with no girl gene in her body, she's a friend to some of the less popular students only because in her opinion, they are ten times better than any one airheaded bimbo with money to spend and people to exploit.
As much as she thinks she's a boy and openly think that boys suck despite her irrefutable label as Gould's resident tomboy and being constantly surrounded by boys, she has a deep seated need to be held by a one and looked at like the preppy girls are looked at. She's not trying to change anything about her so that a boy would like her but just for once, she wants a boy to notice her because she was pretty or sweet or...just really good at basketball.
Thoughts On High School: Her initial reaction to high school in general as a girl fresh out of middle school was that it truly depicted the movies in high school settings with the obvious divide between the populars and the outcasts. She fitted right into the outcast division straightaway and she embraced it whole-heartedly, using it to her own advantage.
The earthquake left her a bit shaken up but nothing too traumatising and it made her appreciate the friendships she had that much more. But the shooting robbed her of some friends she had held dear and that traumatised her a bit. The gunshots are still ringing in her head even after the weeks that have passed that she still jumps whenever she hears a car backfire or rushed footsteps behind her. Her father has tried to convince her to get professional help if she can't talk to him or anyone else but she refuses everytime.
But she is trying really hard to get over that fateful day and putting all her effort and time into training and impressing the college scouts when they come around soon enough.
The merging however is something she's looking forward to only because she has met people from Silver she really clicked with so she wants to be able to spend more time with them without the rivalry between them.
Town Area: Riverside
Job: No time
Transportation: A ten speed power bike
Family Background: Alex Baker - 36 [Senior manager at a shipping company]
Keely Dawson - 30 [The Baker's neighbour who always helps Amy whenever Alex leaves for an outstation job for weeks or months on end]
History: Alex and his wife, Leigh got married really young and had their one and only daughter at the age of twenty. Post natal depression got a hold of her during their first year together as a three person family and on several occasions, Alex had to pry Amy away from her mother until one day changed their lives forever when Leigh brought her daughter to the beach and laid her baby basket down, almost lovingly into the ocean. A passerby saw the floating basket and thought nothing of it at first until he heard a baby's cry.
After calling the police, he attempted to swim to the basket despite furious attempts from Leigh to pull him back. Alex came by a few minutes later just in time to see the passerby holding the baby basket with Amy in it crying bloody murder. He filed for a divorce soon after and got full custody over Amy. Ever since that incident, he rarely let Amy out of his sight for too long for fear that Amy's mother would find her. Amy doesn't know anything about what happened when she was a baby as no one in her family ever wanted to relive the day again.
But because of this, Amy never had proper guidance in femininity and her father was no help at all since he had always prepped her for being a boy and teaching her how to be independent at a very young age. She doesn't blame him for it though, but she would really have liked her father to let a woman into their lives so she didn't have to embarrass herself in front of a group of people by getting a stain in her trousers and crying in the middle of a drug store when she first got her period.
Class Schedule: Calculus
Spanish
Health
Home Ec
Hon. American History
Hon. Chemistry
Attendance Length: 2 years
After School Activities: Basketball, soccer
Likes: She's into dirt bikes, screaming loudly [read cursing wildly] at football matches, basketball and rolling in the mud. She has a secret love for stuffed animals that not even her dad knows about where she sells her stuff on eBay and uses the money she gets from sales to get the stuffed animals that were sold on eBay. She actually enjoys hanging out with guys more than with girls because the guys never judge her lack of 'girl'. And they appreciate a good horror/action/gory movie that most girls would freak out on. And she appreciates a good dirty joke like the difference between peanut butter and jam.
Dislikes: Girls who laugh at boys' lame jokes. Fart jokes. Crisco. Almonds because she choked on one during her fifteenth birthday and had to be saved by a pimply waiter who felt her up. English, the class not the language. Balloons. Being stopped by someone during her morning run through the park. Dressing up. Her dad's lack of feminine perspective. Drug stores because of obvious reasons. Texts on her cell from cell phone companies boasting about offers she can't refuse. When her dad has to leave for work for more than a day.
Other Information: She struggles with the idea that there is no way in hell that any boy would see her in any other light besides being the female version of a man's man. And also with the huge possibility that she may have a slight inclination towards her own gender despite her need to be seen and wanted by the opposite gender.
Face Claim: Amanda Seyfried
Player: Nu
Writing Sample: The cliched "She shoots, she scores!" scream filled the empty court when Amy managed to execute a jumping freethrow. Grabbing the ball and dribbling it across the pock marked concrete court, she pretended she was dodging imaginary players left and right to the other hoop only to score a slam dunk, hanging on to the metal hoop for a second before letting go to land on her feet and grabbing the ball again.
Her phone sounded Queen's We Are The Champions and she tried to throw the ball from the middle of the court, smirking smugly when it went clean through the chain hoop to bounce across the court while her sneakers squeaked as she ran to her gym bag to take out her phone. Answering it breathlessly, she heard her father's voice on the other line. "That better be your practice breath."
Amy laughed loudly before taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart down. "You betcha. Can't be anything else." She shook her head in amusement. She didn't know why her father could actually think she would be doing anything else besides practice when she's not at home. The court she was on was like a second home to her. She knew it's every crevice and every drill hole and every skid mark. She knew how some of the chains on the metal hoops were drooping down and why there were different dents and marks on the backboard and where they were.
She had practically grown up on this court with her father playing here every weekend with his long time high school buddies. She didn't know what else she could actually do without this place. "So what's up? You're not calling just to check my breathing activity, were you?" She teased the old man as she grabbed the bottle of water from her bag and drinking from it. This time, her father laughed too. "You are so lame, Ames."
"Yeah, but see I grew up with you. It's warranted. What's up dad?" She sat on the bench and feared the worst when her father stayed silent for quite some time. She had a feeling it was to tell her that he was going off to work again. And when her father started talking, her shoulders slumped forward. "Of course..." she said without listening to the rest of what he said.
"Will you be alright with Keely coming over this time?" the hesitance in his voice made Amy sigh. "I'll be fine with Keely coming over. What time are you leaving?" she asked plainly. She loved that her dad was enjoying the work he did but having him leave for long periods of time just sucked. "If you can come back now, we can have dinner first before I have to leave." His voice sounded optimistic and Amy gave a little smile. "Okay. I'll be back in ten minutes. Hey dad..."
"Yeah champ?"
"You made me lame."
"Why I oughta-"
With a laugh she switched off her phone and packed her bag, not forgetting her ball and got on her bicycle and cycling off home.
Nickname: Amy, Baker
Age: 16
Birthday: 7th October
Place of birth: Miami
School: Gould
Grade: Junior
Height: 5'8
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Detailed Appearance: Amy has very soft, feminine and rounded features with big bright blue eyes, full pouty lips, a sharp blunt-tipped nose and a soft glow to her slightly tanned skin from being out in the sun for so long. She has a wide and open smile and occasionally a cheeky grin or two passes her lips. Her sunny golden hair is occasionally let loose to fall straight down to her mid-back, streaked in places due to being exposed to the sun for long periods of time. From her neck up, people wouldn't really think of her as an athlete but it doesn't take much for Amy to convince everyone of her boyish demeanour.
Choosing to wear loose tops and baggy shorts or cargo pants, Amy can easily be mistaken for a guy if she stuffed her hair in her favourite trucker cap and pulled it down her face. Being a hardcore athlete, she is used to wrap her chest with gauze to flatten it during training or practice.
Standing at a tall and quite bulky 5'8, it's a bit hard for Amy to try and look feminine from the neck down. She isn't exactly fat but with all the extra training and weight lifting, running and swimming to build up enough muscles to be a better soccer and basketball player, Amy just gives up when it comes to dressing like a girl.
Personality: She's determined during practices, choosing to work all hours just to improve her game. She is stubbornly hard-working and eager to get a scout's attention for that coveted basketball scholarship to play with the big league. She is persistent and very boy-like in her demeanour, having been only exposed to her father and also her guy friends since an impressionable age. She's rough when it comes to interaction, shouldering her friends and giving them rather masculine handshakes or backslaps and basically just a lot of rough housing and she is very independent, thanks to never having a mother around and having been dependent on only her father since she was born. Some might call her crass but most of her guy friends just think she's a blast to be around.
Not well-liked by the preppy girls partly due to her constant interaction with boys and partly due to the fact that they see her as this freakishly tall female jock with no girl gene in her body, she's a friend to some of the less popular students only because in her opinion, they are ten times better than any one airheaded bimbo with money to spend and people to exploit.
As much as she thinks she's a boy and openly think that boys suck despite her irrefutable label as Gould's resident tomboy and being constantly surrounded by boys, she has a deep seated need to be held by a one and looked at like the preppy girls are looked at. She's not trying to change anything about her so that a boy would like her but just for once, she wants a boy to notice her because she was pretty or sweet or...just really good at basketball.
Thoughts On High School: Her initial reaction to high school in general as a girl fresh out of middle school was that it truly depicted the movies in high school settings with the obvious divide between the populars and the outcasts. She fitted right into the outcast division straightaway and she embraced it whole-heartedly, using it to her own advantage.
The earthquake left her a bit shaken up but nothing too traumatising and it made her appreciate the friendships she had that much more. But the shooting robbed her of some friends she had held dear and that traumatised her a bit. The gunshots are still ringing in her head even after the weeks that have passed that she still jumps whenever she hears a car backfire or rushed footsteps behind her. Her father has tried to convince her to get professional help if she can't talk to him or anyone else but she refuses everytime.
But she is trying really hard to get over that fateful day and putting all her effort and time into training and impressing the college scouts when they come around soon enough.
The merging however is something she's looking forward to only because she has met people from Silver she really clicked with so she wants to be able to spend more time with them without the rivalry between them.
Town Area: Riverside
Job: No time
Transportation: A ten speed power bike
Family Background: Alex Baker - 36 [Senior manager at a shipping company]
Keely Dawson - 30 [The Baker's neighbour who always helps Amy whenever Alex leaves for an outstation job for weeks or months on end]
History: Alex and his wife, Leigh got married really young and had their one and only daughter at the age of twenty. Post natal depression got a hold of her during their first year together as a three person family and on several occasions, Alex had to pry Amy away from her mother until one day changed their lives forever when Leigh brought her daughter to the beach and laid her baby basket down, almost lovingly into the ocean. A passerby saw the floating basket and thought nothing of it at first until he heard a baby's cry.
After calling the police, he attempted to swim to the basket despite furious attempts from Leigh to pull him back. Alex came by a few minutes later just in time to see the passerby holding the baby basket with Amy in it crying bloody murder. He filed for a divorce soon after and got full custody over Amy. Ever since that incident, he rarely let Amy out of his sight for too long for fear that Amy's mother would find her. Amy doesn't know anything about what happened when she was a baby as no one in her family ever wanted to relive the day again.
But because of this, Amy never had proper guidance in femininity and her father was no help at all since he had always prepped her for being a boy and teaching her how to be independent at a very young age. She doesn't blame him for it though, but she would really have liked her father to let a woman into their lives so she didn't have to embarrass herself in front of a group of people by getting a stain in her trousers and crying in the middle of a drug store when she first got her period.
Class Schedule: Calculus
Spanish
Health
Home Ec
Hon. American History
Hon. Chemistry
Attendance Length: 2 years
After School Activities: Basketball, soccer
Likes: She's into dirt bikes, screaming loudly [read cursing wildly] at football matches, basketball and rolling in the mud. She has a secret love for stuffed animals that not even her dad knows about where she sells her stuff on eBay and uses the money she gets from sales to get the stuffed animals that were sold on eBay. She actually enjoys hanging out with guys more than with girls because the guys never judge her lack of 'girl'. And they appreciate a good horror/action/gory movie that most girls would freak out on. And she appreciates a good dirty joke like the difference between peanut butter and jam.
Dislikes: Girls who laugh at boys' lame jokes. Fart jokes. Crisco. Almonds because she choked on one during her fifteenth birthday and had to be saved by a pimply waiter who felt her up. English, the class not the language. Balloons. Being stopped by someone during her morning run through the park. Dressing up. Her dad's lack of feminine perspective. Drug stores because of obvious reasons. Texts on her cell from cell phone companies boasting about offers she can't refuse. When her dad has to leave for work for more than a day.
Other Information: She struggles with the idea that there is no way in hell that any boy would see her in any other light besides being the female version of a man's man. And also with the huge possibility that she may have a slight inclination towards her own gender despite her need to be seen and wanted by the opposite gender.
Face Claim: Amanda Seyfried
Player: Nu
Writing Sample: The cliched "She shoots, she scores!" scream filled the empty court when Amy managed to execute a jumping freethrow. Grabbing the ball and dribbling it across the pock marked concrete court, she pretended she was dodging imaginary players left and right to the other hoop only to score a slam dunk, hanging on to the metal hoop for a second before letting go to land on her feet and grabbing the ball again.
Her phone sounded Queen's We Are The Champions and she tried to throw the ball from the middle of the court, smirking smugly when it went clean through the chain hoop to bounce across the court while her sneakers squeaked as she ran to her gym bag to take out her phone. Answering it breathlessly, she heard her father's voice on the other line. "That better be your practice breath."
Amy laughed loudly before taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart down. "You betcha. Can't be anything else." She shook her head in amusement. She didn't know why her father could actually think she would be doing anything else besides practice when she's not at home. The court she was on was like a second home to her. She knew it's every crevice and every drill hole and every skid mark. She knew how some of the chains on the metal hoops were drooping down and why there were different dents and marks on the backboard and where they were.
She had practically grown up on this court with her father playing here every weekend with his long time high school buddies. She didn't know what else she could actually do without this place. "So what's up? You're not calling just to check my breathing activity, were you?" She teased the old man as she grabbed the bottle of water from her bag and drinking from it. This time, her father laughed too. "You are so lame, Ames."
"Yeah, but see I grew up with you. It's warranted. What's up dad?" She sat on the bench and feared the worst when her father stayed silent for quite some time. She had a feeling it was to tell her that he was going off to work again. And when her father started talking, her shoulders slumped forward. "Of course..." she said without listening to the rest of what he said.
"Will you be alright with Keely coming over this time?" the hesitance in his voice made Amy sigh. "I'll be fine with Keely coming over. What time are you leaving?" she asked plainly. She loved that her dad was enjoying the work he did but having him leave for long periods of time just sucked. "If you can come back now, we can have dinner first before I have to leave." His voice sounded optimistic and Amy gave a little smile. "Okay. I'll be back in ten minutes. Hey dad..."
"Yeah champ?"
"You made me lame."
"Why I oughta-"
With a laugh she switched off her phone and packed her bag, not forgetting her ball and got on her bicycle and cycling off home.
