close your eyes or look away // finished !!

[&[JAYDEFANCEY]]

I'll watch you call, calling for me,
you can't bring back time...
Close your eyes or look away,
fate exposed, won't let me stay
Hope will fall tonight with broken wings,
descending entity in me

YOU;;
OOC name; Jess

CHARACTER;;
Full Name; Jayde Reanne Fancey
Age; 17

APPEARANCE;;

Build;Jayde is a naturally thin female, at this age, but wasn't always. In her younger years in grade school she was a more heavyset girl, but as she hit puberty, she thinned out. She eats right, but doesn't need to exercise much to keep her frame. Her breats are average, not little "mosquito bites", but not overly huge. She's well proportioned, all of her body parts the right size compaired to the other ones.

Hair;Jayde was born with somewhat bland, brown hair. Now, she can't really remember what her natural color is. She's dyed it and redyed it so many different times. From raven black to silver, it's been everywhere. Recently she's settled on a flaming red, and you can see a bit of blonde in it in certain lighting. She takes good care of it, keeping it nice and soft, in good condition.

Eyes;Jayde has vibrant green eyes, which complement her face nicely. They aren't too big, but aren't small, and you can always find a thin layer of charcoal eyeliner tracing them. Sometimes though, she dressed them up a bit with a shimmery layer of olive eyeliner, which often make her eyes seem more vibrant that normal.

Nose; Her nose is average sized, and a good shape. A small gemstone is visible on one side. She's never broken it, so it isn't crooked, but she tends to have nosebleeds in the dry summers, alot.

Lips;Jayde's lips are average for a girl, not too thin, not too big. She never really dresses them up much. Most days just a layer of shiny light pink gloss, or just chapstick to keep them smooth. There is a small, barely noticeable scar on the right side, just underneath her lower lip. She had a labret piercing a few year back, but retired it and let it grow over.

Tattoos; Jayde somehow found a way to get decent tattoos, whilst underage. On her right hip 5 colorful stars adorn her skin. One black, one blue, one green, one red and one purple. Her other modification is on her right set of ribs, about 9 inches in length. A robot, which looks like a 10 year old built with cardboard boxes, runs down her pale side, a wide array of colors and shading.

Scars; Jayde has many scars over her knees and shins rom being a younger child, from falling off swingsets to tripping over branches. On her stomach, there is a one inch scar from getting her appendix removed at the age of 13. Also, you can see a scar on the back of her lower leg, from where she had gotten caught and then struggled against barbed wire. On her outer thigh there is a different kind of scar, a purposeful modification called scarification. She has 2 flowers and falling petals traced into her skin, somewhat like a tattoo. It didn't raise and form keloids like some do, but somewhat sunk in, but it still pretty to look at.

Flaws;Everybody has thier flaws, in one way or another. Jayde doesn't smoke, but she does drink, sometimes excessively. She has since she was 14, going into ups and downs. She's done her fair share of drugs, but hasn't gotten really addicted to any to the point where it's changed her life.

Piercings; Jayde has quite a few holes in her body. Starting on her head, she has her ear lobes pierced six times, both tragus's, a vertical industrial in her left ear, a horizontal one in the right, a snug in her left and an orbital in her right. The center of her toungue is pierced, currently with a hard plastic, bright pink ball on it. Her right nostril also has a hole through it, with a small blue gemstone visible. Below her head she has 2 microdermals on her cleavage, and the top and bottom of her navel done.

PERSONALITY;;

Personality;Jayde is the 6-year-old jacked up on sugar in a nineteen year old's body. She has a non-stop supply of energy, and has a hard time keeping it bundled up. She's very loud, and really doesn't care if someone wants to hear what she's wants to say or not. They can either listening to her usually entertaining dialogue, or tune out. She's not afraid to let people to know what she wants to stay, but not to a point where she's going to get in trouble for it. Half the people Jayde meets, she doesn't like, and the other half she is attached by the waist with. She really doesn't care what you think of wat she looks like, what she wears, or what kind of music she listens to.

Likes;
Dogs
Swimming
Nightclubs
Dancing
Music
Hair Dye
Summer
Chinese Food !!

Dislikes;
Cats
Too Tight Clothes
Too Loose Clothes
Rainy days
Getting wet (egs. in the rain)
When her hair decides to die.
Spicy Food
Winter

PAST;;

Family; Daphne Fancey, 47, living in Europe
Thomas Fancey, 49, died of a car accident at the age of 40.
Mackenzie Fancey, 8, living with mother.

History; November 5th, Guy Fawkes Day. At 8AM, a little brown haired, green eyed girl was born in Southern New York State. to the Fancey family. They didn't live in the best part of town, that's for sure, but a middle-lower class subdivision. Jayde grew up a good life, as she knew it. All through elementary school she was a more heavy-set child, and wasn't exactly the envy of her peers. Sure, she had a few, select close friends that might stand up for her, but wasn't like the pretty blond girls that were thin. At the age of eight, tragedy hit. While her father was driving home from getting some milk and eggs at the convience store, a drunk driver t-boned him at an intersection, after ruiing through a red light. Jay'de father was killed instantly, and the drunk went to hospital and died a week later. The family greived for months upon months, and slowly grew used to not having a man around in the house. Jayde still missed him, seeing how she pretty much grew up without a fatherly figure in her life. When she hit Junior High School she thinned out and grew taller, also never having been extraordinarily tall. This is when the girls grew boobs and the guys grew dicks, and looks were all you needed to get to the top of the social scale. She was a pretty girl by then, a slim body, bright green eyes, and at that time, blonde and black streaked hair. Rumors and tell-tale stories floated around her and her friends, but not many ruined her reputation much. When Miss Fancey hit high school, she was a bit of a slut. She lost her virginity at 16, and never held onto anyone for much more than a month. She'd go out atleast twice a week to one or another party, and came home drunk, in the early hours of the mornings.
PRESENT;;

Pets; none

Siblings; Mackenzie Fancey, age 8. Younger sister.

Children; none

Education; High School

Job;

CITY OF ANGELS;;

Celebrity;Bonnie Mckee, see signature.

Sample Post;(Off of Maya's Point.)

Ew, rain. Somehow Jayde had found herself down at the docks on this wet, miserable day. Why was she out here? Even she herself didn't know the answer. It was wet, gross, and everything was soggy. Her flaming red hair was sticking to her face from under a light blue hoodie, which was starting to turn darker with the moisture. It was completely quiet, apart from the patter of rain and some birds chirping in the background. One headphone was in her left ear, the other hanging underneath the sweater-like garment. No songs were playing though, she had turned the i-pod off a while ago.

Now she was tip-toeing through the mud, not wanting to get her shoes to dirty. She had always been like that, so perfectionist-y. Acted just like royalty. Oh wait, she was. Many would think of her as a total prep, but she's wasn't like that. No, no, no. People like that disgusted her. Sure, she was Royalty, the top of the school. But the preps, ugh. Such happy-go-lucky, I-wear-pink-and-have-blond-hair hoes. Sure, she acted a bit like them, seemingly always on drugs, being so hyper. That was jut her personality though. Loud, hyper, random. Three words that described her, most of the time.

Sure, she had her quiet days. She wouldn't talk as much, wouldn't be as loud. They were a good break every once in a while. Today was one of those days. She had somewhat avoided Tyler and a few of their friends, to come out her alone for a bit. But in the rain, this wasn't like her. It smudged your makeup, screw your hair over, and you couldn't do jack-shit about it. She pulled a slightly crumpled cigarette box out of her pocket, patting around for a lighter.

Yes, they all had their flaws. Even those who seemed so perfect had those little issues they didn't let anyone know about. For her, she smoked. And did a few drugs every now and then, but never much. She'd never, EVER run the risk of overdosing. She began smoking just a year ago, to relive stress. Her parents marriage was getting rocky, and sometimes they brought it out on her. Breathing in the cancer-causing smoke gave her a release.

Damnit. she exclaimed,felling around her pockets again. She had forgotten her lighter at home, again. Jesus. She saw a trail of smoke coming from someone out on the dock, and she headed towards him.
Excuse me..you don't happen to have a lighter, do you? she asked, stopping a few feet away from him. A gust of wind blew, nearly toppling her over. She was a small girl, never weighing much. Hell, even in the rain like this, she didn't weigh much. Never anorexic, but had been called so.
Just another imperfection.

Other;*edited by admins*

The wind of life and air from above, smells of death.
Angels sing of the end.
Nothing you say and nothing you try can change time.
Human Race prepares to die.

[damien[anderson]]

accepted, welcome to the city of angels.

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