Post by ( gracie beckett ) on Jan 12, 2011 22:02:18 GMT -5
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gracieameliabeckett
bonjour, my name is JAZZ. i've got FOURTEEN
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for FIVE YEARS and i live in the CENTRAL timezone.
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name , grace amelia beckett
nicknames , gracie
age & date of birth , fifteen, august 23
gender , female
sexual orientation , heterosexual
played by , frieda rose
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height , five foot zero inches.
weight , one hundred and eleven.
tattoos and piercings , ears and nose pierced; no tattoos
distinguishing features ,
if her lack of size doesn't help you find her, gracie has a few other distinguishing features that help her stand out from the crowd. her eyes are a particularly interesting shade of brown. golden flecks surround her pupils, and if you get close enough, you can see the little bit of deep green that makes a sun-like shape in her iris. her hair's pretty long, and is a sun-kissed shade of honey. in a crowd of raven-headed emo kids, she stands out.
physical flaws ,
gracie considers her vertically-challanged state of being to be quite confuzzling and extremely uneasy to live with. being on the verge of midgetdom is definitely what she would consider to be a weakness. she's physically very weak, and could most definitely not hold her own if she were ever attacked in a dark alley. her sunned skin bruises easily, and wounds she gets don't heal quickly. her nose is a little too long, something that she's always believed made her looks like a horse, and her teeth are too big for her mouth, but she's learned to embrace her faults. after all, she's never found an almost goofily big smile to be something to be ashamed of.
personal style ,
pastels and light colors fill the wardrobe of this small girl. she enjoys cardigans, flowing blouses, and anything that's light and breezy. the girl enjoys summery clothes more than any other kind, as they tend to be looser than other clothing. tight tops that make her bosom pop are things that gracie despises above all else. that being said, she does enjoy skinny jeans of the tighter variety, as looser ones make her look as though she's drowning.
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likes ,
big square glasses, old china, vintage clothes, elephants, dresses, summer, sunshine, smiling, peanutbutter, sharpened pencils, fresh-baked sugar cookies, shakespeare.
dislikes ,
triangles, sharp things, getting hurt, worms, rain, frowning, violence, pants, bruises, pens, loud noises, screaming, mechanical things, being sleepy, black & white.
strengths ,
imaginitive, lively, compassionate, gentle, enthusiastic, open, sweet.
weaknesses ,
clueless, cowardly, unable to protect herself, naive, gullible, forgetful, people-pleaser.
fears ,
the dark, being alone, not being wanted.
overall personality ,
gracie is the definition of social. she enjoys other people's company tremendously, and is quite the little chatterbox. people never seem to wear her out. on the contrary, they only give her more energy. she's a little ball of energy, and is as lively as they come, never getting worn out by people, and always ready to talk if you need it.
really, gracie's a sweetheart. she has a sunny disposition, something that gets her a lot of shit from most people. some can't handle her constantly cheerful demeanor, and get easily annoyed by it. however, that's never phased her. she's always been the kind of girl to simply get past those things and move on.
gracie is quite open to other people. she'll let anyone in, no matter how sketchy they look, or how probable it is that they'll hurt her. she knows that she trusts too easily, something that's gotten her hurt in the past. but then again, she forgives easily as well, so most things can be fixed, even if she's a delicate girl.
because of her obvious open attitude towards others and her trust in them, she can be easily manipulated. others can get pretty much whatever they want out of her. this might also have to do with the fact that she's a people pleaser. she'll do anything to keep others happy, even if it means sacrificing her own well-being or dignity.
if gracie's head weren't attached to her body, it's quite likely that she'd misplace it. she has a tendency of misplacing certain objects, and has successfully lost pretty much everything she's been given over the years. this might be because of her overly forgetful brain. she thinks her parents dropped her as a baby or something, because it's very difficult for her to remember things that other people wouldn't have a problem with.
it might also be due to the fact that gracie's not exactly the brightest light bulb in the pack. her unintelligence in school, numbers, and the likes, is well made up for in her knowledge of people and how to deal with them. her people and social skillls are much more refined than the learning and thinking part of her brain. obviously, she doesn''t do too well in school.
the last thing to be said about gracie is that she's terribly unobservant. a drug deal could probably go on right in front of her, but she'd have no idea, because of the magnitude of her ability to space out. she's a class a day-dreamer, due to her over-active imagination, and is sometimes thought to be a bit of an oddball because of how she is. but that's just the way she was made, and gracie's never felt the need to change a thing about herself.
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hometown ,
oakdale, usa.
father ,
harold beckett, thirty-eight, mechanic.
mother ,
maria beckett, thirty-seven, waitress.
siblings ,
andrew beckett, nineteen, figher pilot.
ryan beckett, nineteen, art student.
willie beckett, ten, elementary student.
pets ,
ringo starr, border collie, three
history ,
harold and maria beckett grew up in oakdale, just like their parents and their grandparents. they were high school sweethearts, and after they got married, settled down in a tiny white, one-story house in the town they'd grown up in. harold had a job at the local car shop, and maria had been waitressing tables at the diner since she was a teenager.
it wasn't long before children started popping up like mad. they had twins first, both of which were boys, something that maria resented. she's always wanted a daughter. it wasn't until they'd grown to the ripe age of four that harold and maria figured they'd try again. this time, they were lucky enough to have a girl.
as a baby, gracie was sunny as ever. she hardly cried, and was usually gurgle-laughing her little ass off at things she found funny in the new world around her. her two older brothers spoiled her rotten and kept her as safe as she could be in the world. they protected her from bullies around the neighborhood and always looked out for her when their parents' hands were full.
when gracie was seven, maria became pregnant again. let's just say, willie was an accident, but he was loved and cherished as any little boy could be. gracie loved him dearly. the little boy was raised mostly by his three older siblings, as, with four children to clothe and feed, the beckett parents spent a lot of time working extra shifts and trying to make ends meet.
gracie attends oakdale high. she's a drama geek, and although she's not one of the most popular in the school, she's generally well-liked, as she tends to keep her nose out of trouble. one could call her a bit of a goody two shoes, as she tries her best in school, and has never been one to drink, do drugs, or sleep around.
last year, when andrew turned eighteen, he immediately enlisted in the air force. it didn't come as a shock to his family, as he'd been obsessed with warfare and fighter jets. of course, gracie begged him not to go. she'd always worried about him. where ryan was the sensitive, artsy one of the two of them, andrew was the loud, violent one. andy had his track record behind him. he'd been known for starting fights in high school.
he went anyways. gracie writes him almost everyday. as much as she can manage. she calls ryan every night, and plays board games with willie every night. her family is her life.
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At his words, she shook her head, looking down at the ground for a moment before she focused her bright hazel eyes back up onto him. It struck her then how chance this encounter had been, how soft the moonlight was that night. Everything about this evening seemed to be holding its breath. Marie just wondered. For what?
"I suppose I would surround myself with less serious people, if it were my choice," she mused, not really speaking to him, but more to herself. It was a moment before she realized that he probably didn't have any idea what she was talking about. She jumped to finish her thought and explain it to him. "My parents sort of ... have a lot of sway with who my friends are. I guess they don't want me to be seen with the wrong crowd."
She sighed, fed up with the idea of her parents. She didn't really like either of them all that much. The only thing her mother and her shared was a love of clothes, and she'd hardly spoken ten words to her father in the past year. He'd been away on business for most of it. It was safe to say that her parents hadn't really raised her. She'd more of raised herself, with the help of nannies and governesses. It was almost as though they were complete strangers to her.
She turned and swung her legs over the ledge, scooting her butt forward until she was sitting, legs dangling over the edge. She patted the seat next to her, inviting Amos to join her. She watched him over her shoulder for a moment, a strange look on her face before she faced forward and stared out over the Grounds.
"I haven't heard many stories in my life," she told him, a smile spreading over her face as she looked over at him. "But I have to say that was one of the best." Marie couldn't believe he was telling her he wasn't good at much. He was one of the most outgoing people she'd ever met. And he was captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team. That, in itself, was pretty impressive.
She listened to his train of thought, and marveled at how real he sounded. Growing up in the socialite society of purebloods, you could never trust that what people said was what they actually felt. Everyone was perfectly plastic, fake enough to fool everyone into thinking everything was just fine. But in that culture, there was always tension, always the risk of offending someone or doing something wrong. Perhaps that was why Marie was so shy. She was afraid of doing something, even now, that would offend someone. Being too loud, or too pushy. Un-ladylike, her mother would call it.
"It sounds positively wonderful," she answered back, her voice airy and rather far-off. Her face had a rather faraway look to it. Marie wished she could be in love. She was in love with the idea of love, had read every romance novel she could get her hands on. But romance in the world of Wizarding Literature was rather scarce. And her parents had never allowed her to delve into Muggle books.
At his words, she looked over at him. "But it's also love's greatest strength," she countered him, raising an eyebrow and smiling. "Being so selfless that you'd do anything for someone. With that kind of devotion, you can conquer anything."
"I suppose I would surround myself with less serious people, if it were my choice," she mused, not really speaking to him, but more to herself. It was a moment before she realized that he probably didn't have any idea what she was talking about. She jumped to finish her thought and explain it to him. "My parents sort of ... have a lot of sway with who my friends are. I guess they don't want me to be seen with the wrong crowd."
She sighed, fed up with the idea of her parents. She didn't really like either of them all that much. The only thing her mother and her shared was a love of clothes, and she'd hardly spoken ten words to her father in the past year. He'd been away on business for most of it. It was safe to say that her parents hadn't really raised her. She'd more of raised herself, with the help of nannies and governesses. It was almost as though they were complete strangers to her.
She turned and swung her legs over the ledge, scooting her butt forward until she was sitting, legs dangling over the edge. She patted the seat next to her, inviting Amos to join her. She watched him over her shoulder for a moment, a strange look on her face before she faced forward and stared out over the Grounds.
"I haven't heard many stories in my life," she told him, a smile spreading over her face as she looked over at him. "But I have to say that was one of the best." Marie couldn't believe he was telling her he wasn't good at much. He was one of the most outgoing people she'd ever met. And he was captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team. That, in itself, was pretty impressive.
She listened to his train of thought, and marveled at how real he sounded. Growing up in the socialite society of purebloods, you could never trust that what people said was what they actually felt. Everyone was perfectly plastic, fake enough to fool everyone into thinking everything was just fine. But in that culture, there was always tension, always the risk of offending someone or doing something wrong. Perhaps that was why Marie was so shy. She was afraid of doing something, even now, that would offend someone. Being too loud, or too pushy. Un-ladylike, her mother would call it.
"It sounds positively wonderful," she answered back, her voice airy and rather far-off. Her face had a rather faraway look to it. Marie wished she could be in love. She was in love with the idea of love, had read every romance novel she could get her hands on. But romance in the world of Wizarding Literature was rather scarce. And her parents had never allowed her to delve into Muggle books.
At his words, she looked over at him. "But it's also love's greatest strength," she countered him, raising an eyebrow and smiling. "Being so selfless that you'd do anything for someone. With that kind of devotion, you can conquer anything."
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.