Post by zahirah faith kallen on Jan 15, 2010 2:50:51 GMT -5
* OOC Info*
Name : Ellie
Age : 21, baybay
Experience : intermediate/advanced - 3 to 4 years
Characters : Jenna Aiken and Isabella Daemon
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With moonbeam windows
With moonbeam windows
Name : Zahirah Faith Kallen
Age : Seventeen
D.O.B : October 31, 1992
Playby : Anna Lutoskin
Occupation/Grade : Junior
And with wheels of stars *
[/size][li]Zahirah's favorite feature on her face has to be her eyes. They're a sparkling blue, though if the light catches them just right, they can look either green or a greyish-blue. Her eyes are average sized, and set evenly on either side of her nose. Now her nose, she doesn't like. To her, it's just a smidge too wide, and the fact that it's practically smothered in freckles ( just like the rest of her face ) doesn't really help. Fortunately for her, between her eyes and her lips, it all balances out. Her lips are her second favorite feature. They're full, though her top lip is a little thinner than her bottom lips, and they're not so full that they look unnatural on her face. As for the teeth she hides behind her lips...they're not perfectly white, but they are naturally straight, something she has always been thankful for, especially when she sees friends or classmates who are doomed to suffer through braces.[/li][li]Standing at five foot nine and a half inches and weighing anywhere from 140 to 150 pounds ( a lady never reveals her exact weight to anyone ), there's no doubt that Zahirah is what one would call long and lean. Because she's so tall, she looks like she weighs less than she actually does; it helps that she likes to go dancing and loves doing Pilates, because that makes most of her weight muscle, not fat. Thankfully, in spite of the combination of her height and weight, she manages not to look anorexically thin. As for the overall look of her body... Random freckles dot fair skin that tends to burn in the summer rather than tan, especially if she doesn't wear enough sunscreen. The most captivating thing about her, however, and the thing people most often notice before anything else, is her hair. A beautiful coppery red, her hair naturally has a slight wave to it, and falls just above the middle of her back.[/size][/blockquote]
So hush you little ones and have no fear
Likes : listening to or playing in the rain, apple juice, reading for hours on end, sunsets, campfires, the smell of wood smoke, playing the piano or guitar, singing, people with good personalities, good-looking boys, cheesecake ( she adores the stuff ), beaches and the ocean, going dancing, gardenias and hibiscus, fashion, anything to do with ( good ) music, chocolate cream pie, talking in German, going to concerts, playing in the snow
Dislikes : getting sick, stereotypes, being called 'red' just because of her hair, public speaking, the smell of chlorine, being ignored, spicy food, people who are jerks just to be jerks, being bossed around, black coffee, bad music ( aka, Rap and Country ), guys who know nothing of chivalry, heat ( unless it's from a campfire ), loud and obnoxious people, having her music taken away, getting up early, being stuck at home, most seafood, being labeled a 'geek' or 'nerd' just because she's smart and actually does her homework, those people that are the reason there are stereotypes
Habits : mutters to herself in German when she's upset or frustrated, bites her lip when she's nervous, stutters if she's around a guy that she likes or thinks is really cute
Flaws : takes everything personally, constantly bottles up her feelings, turns mean and sarcastic when someone happens upon a touchy subject
Pet Peeves : the use of excessive swearing, people who tap their pen or pencil in class, the excessive use of words such as 'uhm', 'like', 'uh', etc. ( she's a grammar/speech nazi, kthx )
Strengths : English, her awesome memory, her willingness to listen and help her friends with their problems, her amazing ear for music, her ability make even a complete stranger feel like they've known her for years with just a ten minute conversation
Weaknesses : Math, her athletic ability ( she has zero ), her quick temper, her secret need for attention, her joke telling skillz ( yeah, she's got none )
[/li][li]"I'll do what I can to help you out" :: sweet/empathetic
"An F, really?! Oh m'god Ariel, I am sooo sorry." Her best friend laughed, reaching out to ruffle Zahirah's hair. The red head was too quick, however, and managed to duck out of the blonde's reach. "It's not your fault and you know it, Z." Plucking a Twizzler from the bag in her lap, she frowned at Ariel. "I can still feel bad for you even if it's not my fault. I've met your parents, I know how they are when it comes to your grades." An only child, Ariel was under the watchful eye of either her mother or her father almost twenty-four/seven. Zahirah almost always wished her parents would give her more attention, but not that much attention. Biting off first one end of her Twizzler, then the other, she dropped it into her open Diet Coke can, using the candy like a straw. The movie they were watching on t.v. switched to a commercial, and the red head shot her best friend a sideways glance. "Want me to say something to your mutti?" She asked, her brows drawing together in confusion when Ariel shook her head. "Nein? Why not? You know I could make up something to help get you out of this mess, or at least lessen your grounding." The longer her friend was grounded, the longer she had to find other things to do on Fridays, and Zahirah really didn't want to do that. Friday had been her and Ariel's day her whole life - even when they were little, their moms would get together Friday afternoons and stick the pair in a playpen together while they talked about their weeks. "You know what you could do, Z?" Perking up, she looked over at her best friend, an amazing idea hitting her seconds later. "Ja, I do, actually!" She said with a laugh. "You do?" Ariel replied, looking puzzled. Zahirah nodded. "Yup!"
"I get tongue-tied at all the wrong moments" :: shy
"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" Glancing up from her book, wincing slightly as her neck protested the movement after a long period of being curved downward, Zahirah gave the dark-haired boy standing on the other side of the cafeteria table a startled look. "I...I'm s-sorry?" The boy smiled, and heat washed across her face. "Mind if I sit here?" He repeated, pointing at the space across from her. She shook her head, praying her hair would mask the fact that her cheeks were scarlet, and tugged her book close to her, watching the boy out of the corner of her eye as he took a seat. "My name's Andy, by the way." Her stomach churning as she realized she was going to have to partake in small talk now, Zahirah marked her spot in her book and slowly lifted her gaze to meet Andy's. "I'm Zahirah." She offered, just barely managing not to stutter on her own name. Andy flashed her another smile, then proceeded to give what she assumed was a roundabout apology for disturbing her quiet lunch. "I didn't mean to bother you, but I'm new here, and...well, to be honest, your table looked like the safest spot. I don't want to accidentally associate myself with a clique my first week of school, y'know?" Wondering what it was Andy was playing at, Zahirah nodded. "Yeah, I g-guess s-so." Andy chuckled, his lips quirking in the beginnings of a smile. "Besides, you're way cuter than all those cheerleaders wishing I had picked a seat by them." He said with a wink. Her eyes widened slightly as her blush spread from her face down to her neck. Was he...flirting with her? "Th-...that's n-not t-true..." Ugh. Open mouth, insert foot. She looked up when Andy laughed. "It is. The fact that you're modest just makes you even cuter."
"I'll talk your ear off if you'll let me" :: friendly/outgoing/hyperactive
"Zahirah. ZAHIRAH!" Jumping as her best friend's voice thundered through her ear, Zahirah lowered the hairbrush in her hand and stopped dancing. "Ariel, wassup?!" She squealed. Her friend winced. "How much sugar have you had today, Z?" Frowning slightly, the redhead had to stop and think for a moment, which all of her friends knew was a bad sign. After a couple long seconds, she shot Ariel a slightly sheepish look. "Well, I had a bag of Skittles, and half of a second bag, plus the two chocolate chip cookies I ate when I got home, because I knew if I didn't take two, Eli and the girls would eat them all, plus I had a 20 ounce of Diet Coke that I was carrying around school all day, and - - " Ariel lifted her hand, and Zahirah stopped short. Her best friend didn't even need to say it. "Too much, huh?" The blonde nodded. "But you don't understand, Ariel, I was working on that project for Art class that's due next week, and I somehow ended up staying up all night, and I didn't wanna risk falling asleep in the middle of some class, so..." Sighing at the disapproving look on Ariel's face, Zahirah moved over to her bed and dropped down on the edge. The next second, she was up again, a puzzled look on her face. "Hey, what are you doing here, anyways? I thought you had other plans for today and that why we couldn't hang out." Her friend grinned and turned her head to call out the door. "Melody, it's safe, you can come in now." A short brunette girl came through the door a moment later, a shy smile on her face. "Hi...I'm Melody." Zahirah's eyes widened. "You're the new girl, right? Oh my gosh, you are just too cute!" She cried, scooping the smaller girl up into a tight hug. Ariel laughed. "See, I told you she would like you, Mel."[/blockquote][/size]
The man in the moon he is the engineer
[/center][/li][li] Zahirah's parents aren't her biological parents. They've never told her as much, and she's never bothered to ask, but she knows it's true. Her parents don't have red hair, and no one in either of their families has red hair either. She learned that interesting tidbit of information while doing research on her family's ancestry for her History class last year. Of course, Zahi is a pretty smart girl, so she had suspected that her parents weren't her real parents ever since about seventh grade; that was when she realized that out of all her brothers and sisters, she's the only redhead.
Iris and Reyhan once told Zahirah that she was born shortly before midnight on October 31st. She believed them at the time, but now she's not so sure. Having Halloween for her birthday is pretty cool, but if she had to choose between that and finding her real parents, she would change her birthday if she had to. But enough about that. Zahirah is smack dab in the middle as far as kids go - she's got an older sister and three older brothers, as well as a younger brother and three younger sisters. Why Iris was still popping out kids at 41, no one will ever understand.
There's nothing spectacular about being the middle child out of nine, though. In fact, Zahirah gets ignored more often than not. It's not because her parents don't care, mind you, they just have other things to worry about, like their oldest son finishing up his Master's Degree, or their youngest daughter dealing with the drama of fifth grade. Zahirah doesn't mind - being ignored meant she had more freedom to do what she wants. She was smart enough to know not to get into underage drinking, or drugs, and she was fully independent by the time she was thirteen.
On the nights she didn't feel like going home, she would pick a friend and sleep over at their house. Her friend's parents always seemed a little concerned, but Zahirah made sure not to cause trouble, so no one ever bothered to call Isis and Reyhan to see if she really did have permission to spend the night. It was a good thing, really. Staying over with this friend or that friend, Zahirah was treated the way a child should be treated by their parents - with attention and affection. It wasn't quite the same, but it was a good enough substitute.
A sweet, mild-mannered girl, the worst Zahirah ever did was convince her mom ( who wasn't paying attention to her, as usual ) to sign a waiver so that she could get her tongue and her belly button pierced when she was sixteen. She's been doing pretty well in school so far, but has the feeling that things are only going to get more complicated as her search for her true family continues. Was she abducted? Left on a church doorstep and adopted out? Sold for money? Whatever the answer, no matter how painful it may be, she wants to know.[/size][/blockquote]
*The railroad track it is a moonbeam bright*
[/size]Family [black];;[/black]
Reyhan Kallen, 55, bakery owner
Iris Kallen, 52, real estate agent
Katarina ( blonde/f ), 11, n/a
Cadence ( brunette/f ), 14, high school student
Maia ( brunette/f ), 14, high school student
Elijah ( blonde/m ), 16, high school student
Aidan ( brunette/m ), 19, college student
Halden ( blonde/m ), 21, college student
Piper ( blonde/f ), 24, college student
Tobias ( brunette/m ), 25, college student
Serafina, Balinese Cat
That leads right up into the starry night
RolePlay sample :
See Jenna Aiken and Isabella Daemon, kthxbai. ♥
So come you little ones and run up the stairs
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Put on your 'jamas and say your prayers
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