Post by AMERICA ANN MAYBE on Jul 22, 2012 23:39:59 GMT -5
AMERICA ANN MAYBE
full name america ann maybe
nicknames amy by friends, or ann by enemies
type original
gender female
age sixteen
birthday may 24
group popular
clique cheerleader
grade sophomore
sexuality straight
occupation none
face claim young julianne hough
alias "lil" little foot
persona
Loyal
Talented
Friendly
Compassionate
Understanding
Eloquent
Quirky
Odd
Dreamer
Persuadable
Optimistic
Self-Aware
Self-Conscious
Uncertain
Guarded
Goody-two-shoes
life
I live a life of luxury. Very nice home, with a personal dance studio in the workout center. I dress in only the most fashionable clothes. I'm extremely fit, and have been dancing since before I could walk. However, just because I fit into one stereotype of teenager, doesn't mean I am one. I've grown up both rich and poor, and I know that money should be treated as if it does have real value. In my younger schooling years, I did not share that I was wealthy when my family had it. I made friends based on personality. However, when I came to Manchester Preparatory Academy, I was quickly moved into a specific group. My voice is not a strong one, and I do not object to where I can fit in best and relate to those around me. I will be friends with who I like, though, date who I like, and choose my own life. I am undeniably one of the best cheerleaders this school may ever see, and because those girls cannot deny my talent, I am accepted. I do not fit in with them, but I am one of them.
roleplaying sample ~flashback~
America walked up to school, her heart pounding. She was no longer a child; she was a freshman. Being such, she was now going to be forced through new experiences, new trials, and new tests that might push her to the limit of even breaking. She did not care. She was in a new school, a good school, beyond the realms of the education she had experienced in her younger years. America's new school was lovely, and the city was happy and clean. Life in this place was extremely different, though, from the ideals and the people who were back home, away from Manchester Prep. All her friends were gone, and the people here seemed so different. So estranged from one another. They were hardly the type of teenagers you would expect to see at a Preparatory Academy. They had large social divides, regardless of the fact that they came from decent enough backgrounds to attend a prestigious school.
America shuddered as she neared the steps of the school. Her first day here. The first day of the rest of her life, it seemed. She took a small swallow, watching as the girls around her stared. She wore fashionable clothes, but they could hardly hold a candle to the beautiful girls that gave her a look of death and ice. America knew she was not wanted, and that hint of rejection stung at her like a nest of angry wasps that could never die. She shook her head and continued to walk forward, holding the straps of her backpack a little closer together in order to protect herself. America did not want to, but she still knew it would be difficult to open up to her new schoolmates. Making friends was easier when people did not stare at you like you were an undesirable. They gave her the cold shoulder that she knew could not be melted with warmth. She needed to find a different way in. A way to be popular.
other characters
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