Post by dancergirlyy on Jul 1, 2011 11:13:49 GMT -5
[KYLIE] STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
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WHAT HAS SHE COME TO?
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NICKNAMES: Kylie, Ky
GENDER: Female
AGE: 16
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
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POWERLESS HE JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD
[/color]HE'S DISAPPOINTED AND OFF TO BED[/font][/center]
HAIR: Golden brown, falls below her shoulders
EYES: Hazel
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 4 feet and 9 inches – 89 pounds
Physical description: When Kylie became a serious gymnast, her growth was stunted from the intense training causing her short stature. Her legs and arms are very muscular from years of intense training. She is pretty much flat chested because of the stunting of her growth to make her a more powerful gymnast. Kylie is very small and petite, even for a gymnast.
Kylie’s skin is tan and she has freckles across her nose and cheeks. She has hazel eyes and golden brown hair that is usually pulled back into a ponytail or a French braid. She has very mouse-like facial features and long eyelashes.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: her height and weight and her muscles[/color][/font]
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BUT HE WON"T BE SLEEPING
[/color]BECAUSE THE HOURS SHE'S KEEPING ARE NOT RIGHT[/font][/center]
-Gymnastics
-Horseback riding
-Friends
-Her family
-Being at the gym
-Boys
-Her coaches and teammates
-Music
-Bonfires
DISLIKES:
-Alcohol
-Drugs
-Mean people
-Gymnasts better than her
-Being home alone
-Spiders
-People calling her “hun” or “short”
STRENGTHS:
-Gymnastics
-Making new friends
-Flirting with guys
-Talking
WEAKNESSES:
-Dealing with stress
-Not being a good sport if she loses something
-Only focuses on gymnastics and doesn’t do a lot of other stuff
HABITS/QUIRKS:
-Very superstitious
-Bites her nails when she’s nervous
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Kylie tries very hard to see the best in people, unless you are her competition for something. She is very competitive, almost to the point of obsession. She hates losing anything, but especially gymnastics events or competitions.
She doesn’t judge people based on their appearance and is nice to everyone as long as they are nice to her. However, if you even give her a dirty look, she is a huge grudge holder and will never forgive you unless you apologize. She is very sensitive about her height and she is often made fun of because of her height and weight.
Kylie is also very stubborn and can sometimes act like a spoiled brat when she doesn’t get her way with her parents, but she usually controls this when she’s with other people and in public. She loves being the center of attention in any group of people, especially when guys are involved, but she doesn’t have time for a boyfriend, because of her training. [/color][/font]
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SHE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN THIS NEXT ONE EVENTUALLY LEAVES ME?[/font][/center]
Natalia Jane Tanner – 34 – Fashion Designer
Martin Allen Tanner III – 35 – Business owner
SIBLINGS:
McKenna Louise Tanner – 14 – none
Martin Jackson Tanner (goes by Jackson) – 13 – none
OTHER FAMILY:
Martin Allen Tanner II – grandfather – 62 – retired Lawyer
Louise Rachel Tanner – grandmother – 60 – retired nurse
James Harold McKenna – grandpa – deceased
Jane Sophia McKenna – grandma – 56 – former actress
Tess Emily Tanner – cousin – 16 – gymnast (one of Kylie’s best friends)
PETS:
Chester – golden retriever – 3 years old – male
OVERALL HISTORY: Kylie Sophia Tanner was born on May 21, 1995. Kylie’s parents were young when she was born and her grandparents’ paid for a lot of expenses on behalf of Kylie, including her gymnastics and dance classes. After Kylie’s father’s business took off they were able to afford the classes that Kylie loved. Soon after, they quickly became one of the richest families in their small town. Two years after Kylie born, her little sister McKenna was born and a year later, her little brother Jackson was born.
Full of energy since she was born, her parents struggled to keep her under control and out of trouble. Her early life is a blur of dance classes, gymnastics lessons, and some swimming lessons. She became an elite gymnast when she was 14. She began riding when she was seven after a gym accident left her with a sprained shoulder. Unable to train at the gym, her parents signed her up for a riding lesson at a farm near her grandparents’ house and she fell in love with it. Once her shoulder healed, she continued riding once in a while. She only rides for leisure and even though gymnastics is number one in her life, she still loves riding.
Kylie started school at a preschool where the kids were allowed to play and climb on things all day. Then she went to the local public school near their old house. Once they moved into the bigger house, Kylie attended a private school. Kylie attended private school until fifth grade when she began homeschooling in order to spend more time at the gym to train. She gets good grades works hard at school.
Kylie’s friends are mostly the ones that she trains with at the gym, meets at the barn, and her teammates for gymnastics. She had one serious boyfriend when she was fifteen, but usually doesn’t let guys get in the way of what she wants. Her friends that aren’t from the gym don’t understand why she trains so hard. Her friends that aren’t from the gym also don’t like when she blows them off to train.
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HOW CAN A MAN BE ALL THAT THEY SAY
[/color]WHEN ALL THAT I KNOW IS MEN RUNAWAY?[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
As Lauran stepped out of her car, the scent of hay and summer flowers wafted through the air into her nose. She made her way through the stable yard to the pastures where Gerry was grazing with the other horses. “Geronimo!” Lauran called and the chestnut horse trotted over the fence. Lauran smiled and slipped inside the fence. She slid the halter over Gerry’s head and clipped it. She led him to the barn and clipped him into the crossties. After grooming him, she put the saddle pad on his back and then followed it with the saddle.
Lauran unclipped the crossties holding Geronimo and slipped the bit in his mouth. She checked the throat latch and the girth again. She stroked Gerry’s chestnut neck and waved at Tessa as she came in carrying Holly’s saddle. Tessa was joining them later, but first she had Lauran led Gerry into the arena and looked around. It was completely deserted. The summer light was fading and fireflies danced outside the dirty windows of the small arena. It was going to be fall soon and the stable would be less crowded as people claimed their absence as “being too busy.” Soon fall would come and then the leaves would fall and the weather would be cold and Lauran would have to stop hanging out at the barn everyday.
“Let’s do this boy,” Lauran whispered into Gerry’s small brown ear before lifting the reins gently over his head. She mounted the small horse easily and nudged him into a walk. Lauran moved into a trot and then a canter after Gerry was warmed up. She went over the jumps set up in the arena and then slowed back into a trot. She pushed Geronimo into a canter again and went over the jumps in reverse order. She patted his neck and said, “Good job.”
Lauran had a lot to think about, like whether she was going to give up her AJENT dreams and possible Olympic dreams because of some boy. But it was Oliver, she’d known him forever. He was the sweetest boy she’d ever met and he really cared about her, unlike John. Lauran needed to focus, because this wasn’t the time to lose focus. AJENT trials were in less than two weeks and she still hadn’t been able to get Gerry to stop freaking out every time he saw a solid wall, even if it was a low jump.
Lauran sighed and finally aimed Gerry for the course with the wall set up at the end. “You can do this Ger,” Lauran said and nudged Gerry into a rolling canter. She sped up and they soared over the jumps, easy. After that was the wall. “C’mon boy.” Gerry refused the jump at the last second. Lauran groaned and patted Gerry’s neck.
Lauran unclipped the crossties holding Geronimo and slipped the bit in his mouth. She checked the throat latch and the girth again. She stroked Gerry’s chestnut neck and waved at Tessa as she came in carrying Holly’s saddle. Tessa was joining them later, but first she had Lauran led Gerry into the arena and looked around. It was completely deserted. The summer light was fading and fireflies danced outside the dirty windows of the small arena. It was going to be fall soon and the stable would be less crowded as people claimed their absence as “being too busy.” Soon fall would come and then the leaves would fall and the weather would be cold and Lauran would have to stop hanging out at the barn everyday.
“Let’s do this boy,” Lauran whispered into Gerry’s small brown ear before lifting the reins gently over his head. She mounted the small horse easily and nudged him into a walk. Lauran moved into a trot and then a canter after Gerry was warmed up. She went over the jumps set up in the arena and then slowed back into a trot. She pushed Geronimo into a canter again and went over the jumps in reverse order. She patted his neck and said, “Good job.”
Lauran had a lot to think about, like whether she was going to give up her AJENT dreams and possible Olympic dreams because of some boy. But it was Oliver, she’d known him forever. He was the sweetest boy she’d ever met and he really cared about her, unlike John. Lauran needed to focus, because this wasn’t the time to lose focus. AJENT trials were in less than two weeks and she still hadn’t been able to get Gerry to stop freaking out every time he saw a solid wall, even if it was a low jump.
Lauran sighed and finally aimed Gerry for the course with the wall set up at the end. “You can do this Ger,” Lauran said and nudged Gerry into a rolling canter. She sped up and they soared over the jumps, easy. After that was the wall. “C’mon boy.” Gerry refused the jump at the last second. Lauran groaned and patted Gerry’s neck.
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I THINK I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
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This app was made by JESS. Lyrics by Tyler Hilton and Jon Mclaughlin
