Post by Admin on Jul 17, 2009 18:14:36 GMT -5
So. I decided I needed more characters. Yes, characters, plural. I just need to finish the writing sample for the other one.
Wait, what am I doing applying?! I'm the admin! Well, I figured that having other eyes look over my charas would actually maybe be a good thing.
Name: Tamika Tucker
Nickname: Mika
Age: 16
Birthday: October 2nd
Place of birth: Los Angeles, California
Grade: Sophomore
Appearance: Tamika has short black hair with bangs that fall into her dark brown, cat-shaped eyes. She wears very heavy makeup, particularly eyeliner.
She's tall (5'8") and slim and the boyish styles of clothes she prefer do nothing to accentuate what curves she does have. She definitely has a rock edge, with her skinny jeans and giant belt buckles, open vests, scarves and screen printed tees, and bajillion plastic bracelets. Very alternative, but trendy. She denies it, of course, but if it weren't trendy she wouldn't be caught dead in it. It just happens to be rock trendy instead of glam trendy.
She's a punk of the order of the mall, though, and more of her wardrobe comes from Hot Topic and Delia's and Pac Sun than is hand-modified. She doesn't see why she should bother; those so-called "real" punks, they just haven't realized how their subculture has changed. If the aesthetic she seeks is available at a mainstream store then she will purchase it, that's so much easier than making it herself, and it isn't as though her family doesn't have the money.
Personality:
Tamika thinks she's edgy, hip an individual and a free thinker when really she just follows the crowd -- not THE crowd, as in The Plastics, but HER crowd, the scenesters who hang around the mall and sneer condescendingly while relentlessly mocking the consumerism they themselves are victims of. She wants to be cool and intellectual and concerned with the higher issues, so she spends an inordinate amount of time pursuing that appearance. It's not that she doesn't enjoy the appropriate, intellectual media, but she doesn't realize that she's conforming just as much as the elites are.
She hates happy. In her mind, happy is the product of delusion. If it isn't "dark" and "gritty" then it can't possibly be realistic, can it? Because she thinks the worst about everything and everyone she has a cruel streak; other people would step on her to get their way, so why shouldn't she do the same to them? She isn't out to be mean, exactly, but she has no faith in humanity and doesn't really believe that anyone IS nice without an ulterior motive. And beyond that, she doesn't want people to realize how depressed having no hope makes her; she would rather them think her a bad-ass than sad. Rage and sass, those are acceptable emotions to display. Devestation and loneliness are simply weak.
Town area: Downtown LA
Job: She works as a cashier at the grocery store.
Transportation: Her bike, her feet, her grandmother, the bus.
Family background:
Tamika was the unexpected and unwanted result of an incautious fling, a fling Ciara Tucker had not even wished for but had been too young and scared to reject. When she discovered she was pregnant, she confronted the father, and he began to put the pressure on to abort the unborn child. She probably would have, too, if it had not been for the intervention of Ciara's mother, a highly religious Muslim woman, ashamed by her daughter's behaviour but unwilling to allow her to fall prey to an even greater sin just for the sake of respectability. Ciara truly loves her daughter, but at the same time there's a hint of resentment at Tamika's father, who is never referred to by name, and sometimes this pours over into resentment at Tamika herself.
A year later Ciara was pregnant again, but this time the father was her boyfriend, Jason Godfry, and he wanted to be a father, promised a fairytale wedding and a fancy reception. Not that the clerk at the corner gas station could afford anything very grand, but he wanted nothing but the best for his lady love. Ciara was thrilled to have Jason's child, thrilled to accept his proposal on the pier in the moonlight, and not so thrilled when he left her for another woman two months after they got married. She moved back in with her mother, two babies in tow.
Currently Tamika and Milton live with their grandmother, Evelyn. Their mother moved out with her boyfriend a few months ago, but neither of the teens was keen on leaving their home. Not for yet another in a steady stream of unfaithful men. Maybe this one will be different, but they aren't counting on it.
Class Schedule:
1. Physical Science
2. Drama
3. Geometry
4. Spanish
5. World History
6. World Literature
How long have they been attending Silver?: Since freshman year.
After school Activities: Roller derby! No, that's not a school approved activity, but that does happen to be how she spends her time after school. She's a Jammer.
Likes: Roller derby, inline skating and ice skating. the mall, alternative music and fashion, dark comedies, horror stories, cynicism
Dislikes: Gangstas and ghetto boys hitting on her, living in the ghetto, the middle class, business, her mother's boyfriends, perky people, hope and light and warm fuzzies.
Other Information:
Celebrity used: Fefe Dobson
200 word writing sample:
Tamika licked her lips, savoring the metallic taste of blood. The pain only made her feel more alive, alive and determined to win. The other team could try and prevent her from passing, but they wouldn't succeed. She slammed against the blocker in her way, pushing through, not stopping to notice or care when the other girl fell heavily to the ground. That was just part of the game, it was rough and tumble, and to show mercy was to admit defeat.
She was through. Point. Time to see how many more she could pass in the minute and fortyfive seconds left. Her team's blockers were doing their job, keeping the other girl's at bay, elbows and knees flying. It was glorious, knowing she had to fight hard to win. Even better, she would win. She would grind the other team under her heel. She had to win, defeat meant she had lost that ruthless edge that would help her get ahead in life. If she wasn't ruthless, she would be stuck in the same small apartment with her overly sentimental and devout grandmother for the rest of her life. Or she would pass from man to man, like her mother, because she was unable to support herself. She couldn't do that, compromise her desires in order to find a guy to support her. Not gonna happen.
Her thoughts distracted her, and a pig-tailed blonde elbowed her in the stomach, causing her to stumble. Not good. She couldn't think about those things, thinking only got in the way of winning. She stretched out one leg, tripping her attacker. She was rewarded with a satisfying thump as the other girl hit the floor. She wouldn't think, wouldn't show kindness, she would be ruthless and she WOULD win.
Wait, what am I doing applying?! I'm the admin! Well, I figured that having other eyes look over my charas would actually maybe be a good thing.
Name: Tamika Tucker
Nickname: Mika
Age: 16
Birthday: October 2nd
Place of birth: Los Angeles, California
Grade: Sophomore
Appearance: Tamika has short black hair with bangs that fall into her dark brown, cat-shaped eyes. She wears very heavy makeup, particularly eyeliner.
She's tall (5'8") and slim and the boyish styles of clothes she prefer do nothing to accentuate what curves she does have. She definitely has a rock edge, with her skinny jeans and giant belt buckles, open vests, scarves and screen printed tees, and bajillion plastic bracelets. Very alternative, but trendy. She denies it, of course, but if it weren't trendy she wouldn't be caught dead in it. It just happens to be rock trendy instead of glam trendy.
She's a punk of the order of the mall, though, and more of her wardrobe comes from Hot Topic and Delia's and Pac Sun than is hand-modified. She doesn't see why she should bother; those so-called "real" punks, they just haven't realized how their subculture has changed. If the aesthetic she seeks is available at a mainstream store then she will purchase it, that's so much easier than making it herself, and it isn't as though her family doesn't have the money.
Personality:
Tamika thinks she's edgy, hip an individual and a free thinker when really she just follows the crowd -- not THE crowd, as in The Plastics, but HER crowd, the scenesters who hang around the mall and sneer condescendingly while relentlessly mocking the consumerism they themselves are victims of. She wants to be cool and intellectual and concerned with the higher issues, so she spends an inordinate amount of time pursuing that appearance. It's not that she doesn't enjoy the appropriate, intellectual media, but she doesn't realize that she's conforming just as much as the elites are.
She hates happy. In her mind, happy is the product of delusion. If it isn't "dark" and "gritty" then it can't possibly be realistic, can it? Because she thinks the worst about everything and everyone she has a cruel streak; other people would step on her to get their way, so why shouldn't she do the same to them? She isn't out to be mean, exactly, but she has no faith in humanity and doesn't really believe that anyone IS nice without an ulterior motive. And beyond that, she doesn't want people to realize how depressed having no hope makes her; she would rather them think her a bad-ass than sad. Rage and sass, those are acceptable emotions to display. Devestation and loneliness are simply weak.
Town area: Downtown LA
Job: She works as a cashier at the grocery store.
Transportation: Her bike, her feet, her grandmother, the bus.
Family background:
Tamika was the unexpected and unwanted result of an incautious fling, a fling Ciara Tucker had not even wished for but had been too young and scared to reject. When she discovered she was pregnant, she confronted the father, and he began to put the pressure on to abort the unborn child. She probably would have, too, if it had not been for the intervention of Ciara's mother, a highly religious Muslim woman, ashamed by her daughter's behaviour but unwilling to allow her to fall prey to an even greater sin just for the sake of respectability. Ciara truly loves her daughter, but at the same time there's a hint of resentment at Tamika's father, who is never referred to by name, and sometimes this pours over into resentment at Tamika herself.
A year later Ciara was pregnant again, but this time the father was her boyfriend, Jason Godfry, and he wanted to be a father, promised a fairytale wedding and a fancy reception. Not that the clerk at the corner gas station could afford anything very grand, but he wanted nothing but the best for his lady love. Ciara was thrilled to have Jason's child, thrilled to accept his proposal on the pier in the moonlight, and not so thrilled when he left her for another woman two months after they got married. She moved back in with her mother, two babies in tow.
Currently Tamika and Milton live with their grandmother, Evelyn. Their mother moved out with her boyfriend a few months ago, but neither of the teens was keen on leaving their home. Not for yet another in a steady stream of unfaithful men. Maybe this one will be different, but they aren't counting on it.
Class Schedule:
1. Physical Science
2. Drama
3. Geometry
4. Spanish
5. World History
6. World Literature
How long have they been attending Silver?: Since freshman year.
After school Activities: Roller derby! No, that's not a school approved activity, but that does happen to be how she spends her time after school. She's a Jammer.
Likes: Roller derby, inline skating and ice skating. the mall, alternative music and fashion, dark comedies, horror stories, cynicism
Dislikes: Gangstas and ghetto boys hitting on her, living in the ghetto, the middle class, business, her mother's boyfriends, perky people, hope and light and warm fuzzies.
Other Information:
Celebrity used: Fefe Dobson
200 word writing sample:
Tamika licked her lips, savoring the metallic taste of blood. The pain only made her feel more alive, alive and determined to win. The other team could try and prevent her from passing, but they wouldn't succeed. She slammed against the blocker in her way, pushing through, not stopping to notice or care when the other girl fell heavily to the ground. That was just part of the game, it was rough and tumble, and to show mercy was to admit defeat.
She was through. Point. Time to see how many more she could pass in the minute and fortyfive seconds left. Her team's blockers were doing their job, keeping the other girl's at bay, elbows and knees flying. It was glorious, knowing she had to fight hard to win. Even better, she would win. She would grind the other team under her heel. She had to win, defeat meant she had lost that ruthless edge that would help her get ahead in life. If she wasn't ruthless, she would be stuck in the same small apartment with her overly sentimental and devout grandmother for the rest of her life. Or she would pass from man to man, like her mother, because she was unable to support herself. She couldn't do that, compromise her desires in order to find a guy to support her. Not gonna happen.
Her thoughts distracted her, and a pig-tailed blonde elbowed her in the stomach, causing her to stumble. Not good. She couldn't think about those things, thinking only got in the way of winning. She stretched out one leg, tripping her attacker. She was rewarded with a satisfying thump as the other girl hit the floor. She wouldn't think, wouldn't show kindness, she would be ruthless and she WOULD win.