Scott, Elliot L.
Mar 11, 2013 19:20:43 GMT -8
Post by elliot on Mar 11, 2013 19:20:43 GMT -8
"MOTHER F***ER I'M AWESOME"
Scott,
Born the 9th of May
Age 13, and 4 months respectively.
GENDER Female
OCCUPATION/GRADE Should be in 7th, although not yet enrolled.
Personality
I thought I could get my best friend to tell you about me, so, Go Teelia,
go!
Elliot is... different.
I guess one would say she dances
to her own drum. But not really a drum, not for her, more of her own dubstep.
She loves music, it kind of dictates her life, due to the fact that she is an
artist, a writer and drawer. That makes me think of something, she hates
incorrect grammar, and certain words like 'drawer' Elliot really has her own
style of doing everything. Sometimes that ends bad, but it usually ends with her
getting friends, and laughs out of people.
One thing I love about Elliot
is her thoughts on friendship. To her it isn't really someone you hang with, its
someone who you, like love, and loyalty is really big to her. I think she needs
a real loyal friend, she hasn't had one in a while. She is really good at
knowing pretty much everyone, and its pretty cool that she gets to be part of
most every social group.
Like every kid she gets flames, but I'm pretty
sure she's never gotten to close to anyone. I guess she doesn't
mind.
You know what, she has loved someone before. Toby Turner, and
James, and Felix, and Crystoph. She loves the internet, and gets really obsessed
with fandoms, among other things.
For some reason, Elliot doesn't like to
curse, usually, so she uses other words like; What the firetruck, or holly
shaboodles.
I guess she can get pretty obnoxious. Some people call her
strong over protectiveness, and defensive side rude, or arrogant, but she really
isn't.
Elliot is a insanely smart girl, she was even in a gifted
program, she is just bad at showing how bright she is, unless she uses those big
words to be rude or sarcastic to someone she dislikes. She dislikes a lot of
people.
I mean she is her own, and I love her for that.
OTHER
Pan-sexual
A die-hard Liberal
Atheist
I thought I could get my best friend to tell you about me, so, Go Teelia,
go!
Elliot is... different.
I guess one would say she dances
to her own drum. But not really a drum, not for her, more of her own dubstep.
She loves music, it kind of dictates her life, due to the fact that she is an
artist, a writer and drawer. That makes me think of something, she hates
incorrect grammar, and certain words like 'drawer' Elliot really has her own
style of doing everything. Sometimes that ends bad, but it usually ends with her
getting friends, and laughs out of people.
One thing I love about Elliot
is her thoughts on friendship. To her it isn't really someone you hang with, its
someone who you, like love, and loyalty is really big to her. I think she needs
a real loyal friend, she hasn't had one in a while. She is really good at
knowing pretty much everyone, and its pretty cool that she gets to be part of
most every social group.
Like every kid she gets flames, but I'm pretty
sure she's never gotten to close to anyone. I guess she doesn't
mind.
You know what, she has loved someone before. Toby Turner, and
James, and Felix, and Crystoph. She loves the internet, and gets really obsessed
with fandoms, among other things.
For some reason, Elliot doesn't like to
curse, usually, so she uses other words like; What the firetruck, or holly
shaboodles.
I guess she can get pretty obnoxious. Some people call her
strong over protectiveness, and defensive side rude, or arrogant, but she really
isn't.
Elliot is a insanely smart girl, she was even in a gifted
program, she is just bad at showing how bright she is, unless she uses those big
words to be rude or sarcastic to someone she dislikes. She dislikes a lot of
people.
I mean she is her own, and I love her for that.
OTHER
Pan-sexual
A die-hard Liberal
Atheist
History"I thought that I should tell you about my story, so...
I was born in Apopka, FL. My father moved out on me when I was eighteen months old,
mom always said he did something, but she didn't want to tell me because it
would 'Change my views of him'. I guess I never got close to him. My sister,
Sara, was sad, she had lived with dad for five years before me. So I lived with
my older sister and my mother. My best friend was Teelia, you've met her, we did
like everything together. We, me and
mom and Sara, lived in a nice little house, I guess My mother was a breeder, so
we had Dachshunds around the house a lot. Nothing much occurred in my life, until I
turned seven. I was swimming with my big hunting dog, a Coon hound named Norman. Suddenly, like out of nowhere, three, yah I know,
a freaking Bull shark come storming towards us. I got bit deeply on the left
side, and almost lost my right thumb. I think I passed out, either because of
blood loss, or the fact that I'm a fucking wimp. Sorry, my mom would have killed
me for that.
Ah my mom. I guess when I was ten my grades started to slip.
My sister had passed twelfth grade by the skin on her teeth. I guess that kinda'
convinced me I didn't have to get good grades, I just needed to pass. My mom was
furious, threatening me, and yelling. It was just, how she was certain we needed
to be perfect, like she always said she was. She called us selfish idiots. Just
saying, I don't think that would help me do better in school, all the pressure.
By pressure, I mean I was always the happy, excitable kid at school, and I
really didn't want being sad to change that. I cried a lot. I remember, my mom
thought when I cried, I was doing it to get pity. I don't her fucking pity.
Shucks I said it again. Anyways, one day she was just... so angry. She hit me
with her belt, and said to pack my bags, I'm going to the group homes. I don't
know about you, but I don't wanna' get the shit beat out of me at a group home,
so I got outta' there. I was a twelve year old wandering the streets.
Not a whole lot occurred during that time. I guess I got a few close
calls with... well starving. But I stayed with friends, lucky for me I was
pretty popular in school, and good at making friends, so in dire situations I
just stayed somewhere. I finally found this place, and it seems... nice, I guess. Staying here, even starting school again, might give me something. I think, really
I just hated being alone."
I was born in Apopka, FL. My father moved out on me when I was eighteen months old,
mom always said he did something, but she didn't want to tell me because it
would 'Change my views of him'. I guess I never got close to him. My sister,
Sara, was sad, she had lived with dad for five years before me. So I lived with
my older sister and my mother. My best friend was Teelia, you've met her, we did
like everything together. We, me and
mom and Sara, lived in a nice little house, I guess My mother was a breeder, so
we had Dachshunds around the house a lot. Nothing much occurred in my life, until I
turned seven. I was swimming with my big hunting dog, a Coon hound named Norman. Suddenly, like out of nowhere, three, yah I know,
a freaking Bull shark come storming towards us. I got bit deeply on the left
side, and almost lost my right thumb. I think I passed out, either because of
blood loss, or the fact that I'm a fucking wimp. Sorry, my mom would have killed
me for that.
Ah my mom. I guess when I was ten my grades started to slip.
My sister had passed twelfth grade by the skin on her teeth. I guess that kinda'
convinced me I didn't have to get good grades, I just needed to pass. My mom was
furious, threatening me, and yelling. It was just, how she was certain we needed
to be perfect, like she always said she was. She called us selfish idiots. Just
saying, I don't think that would help me do better in school, all the pressure.
By pressure, I mean I was always the happy, excitable kid at school, and I
really didn't want being sad to change that. I cried a lot. I remember, my mom
thought when I cried, I was doing it to get pity. I don't her fucking pity.
Shucks I said it again. Anyways, one day she was just... so angry. She hit me
with her belt, and said to pack my bags, I'm going to the group homes. I don't
know about you, but I don't wanna' get the shit beat out of me at a group home,
so I got outta' there. I was a twelve year old wandering the streets.
Not a whole lot occurred during that time. I guess I got a few close
calls with... well starving. But I stayed with friends, lucky for me I was
pretty popular in school, and good at making friends, so in dire situations I
just stayed somewhere. I finally found this place, and it seems... nice, I guess. Staying here, even starting school again, might give me something. I think, really
I just hated being alone."
Physical AppearanceElliot has never been considered a beautiful girl. Not ugly, just faily plain, as it seems she is yet to grow into her... adult body. She has a plain face, with an over bite. She still wears braces, each band a different color of the
rainbow. Her eyes are naturally dark brown, but she wears colored contacts if she has them. She has somewhat large ears, but
they are covered with her semi-short darkish blond hair. She has a thin nose.
Her hair is usually covered by a hoodie, most often of her Rainbow Dash hood,
which includes pony ears, wings, and Rainbow Dash's mane, and cutie mark on the
chest.
Elliot's wardrobe is totally crazy, most of it she carry's around in a large green duffle bag. It includes her abundance of
different patterned scarves, and bundles of graphic tee's. She is most commonly
found in a colored, or even patterned skinny jeans. Those jeans cover her long,
thin legs. Elliot is skinny and tall, weighing in at only one hundred and five
pounds, and standing at 5" 5'. She doesn't have much fat, but at the same time
has very little muscle mass. So Elliot's limbs are... pretty much noodles. She
has absolutely no fingernails, as she chews them due to an old habit. Like any
kid, especially in her situation, she has her own "battle scars", including some burns on her legs, although they are very faded.
There is a wide bite
mark along her left shoulder, reaching around to her spine, and under her
armpits. It occurred in her childhood, during a shark attack.
rainbow. Her eyes are naturally dark brown, but she wears colored contacts if she has them. She has somewhat large ears, but
they are covered with her semi-short darkish blond hair. She has a thin nose.
Her hair is usually covered by a hoodie, most often of her Rainbow Dash hood,
which includes pony ears, wings, and Rainbow Dash's mane, and cutie mark on the
chest.
Elliot's wardrobe is totally crazy, most of it she carry's around in a large green duffle bag. It includes her abundance of
different patterned scarves, and bundles of graphic tee's. She is most commonly
found in a colored, or even patterned skinny jeans. Those jeans cover her long,
thin legs. Elliot is skinny and tall, weighing in at only one hundred and five
pounds, and standing at 5" 5'. She doesn't have much fat, but at the same time
has very little muscle mass. So Elliot's limbs are... pretty much noodles. She
has absolutely no fingernails, as she chews them due to an old habit. Like any
kid, especially in her situation, she has her own "battle scars", including some burns on her legs, although they are very faded.
There is a wide bite
mark along her left shoulder, reaching around to her spine, and under her
armpits. It occurred in her childhood, during a shark attack.
Relations
Mother: Kimberly
Father: Brian
Siblings: Sara{sister}, Sydney{half-sister}, Jack{half-brother}
Significant Other/Spouse: NONE
Children:NONE
Pets: Toby, a poor little ferret that she lugs around in a cage. It is fairly underfed, although that is not due to her... not really.
Other: Her best friend Teelia {I may put Teelia up for adoption, eventually.}
Mother: Kimberly
Father: Brian
Siblings: Sara{sister}, Sydney{half-sister}, Jack{half-brother}
Significant Other/Spouse: NONE
Children:NONE
Pets: Toby, a poor little ferret that she lugs around in a cage. It is fairly underfed, although that is not due to her... not really.
Other: Her best friend Teelia {I may put Teelia up for adoption, eventually.}
Items
Car: NONE
Cellphone: A small black trackphone, with no air time left.
House: NONE
Car: NONE
Cellphone: A small black trackphone, with no air time left.
House: NONE
Played by the lovely HYBRID, with the face of ME.
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Role Player's Information
OOC Name: Hybrid, please~
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How long have you been rp-ing? Three, maybe four years.
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