Post by A.my and W.ild E.ye on Jun 23, 2007 20:13:48 GMT
>> ITS ALL ABOUT YOU
[/size] Your Name: Amy
Your Email: JesusFreakAKA@hotmail.com
Read The Rules: Yes
Previous Experience: Um....Tropical equine, heartland, Down the Wire, The Far Stretch, and more and more I can't even think of. I've been roleplaying for 1 yr, 2 months
How Active Will You Be: 1 hr or so every night, but hey, I'm human and have some committments, so don't expect me to be on every day
Characters on Here: Amy and Wild Eye
>> YOUR MASK
> THE BASICS
Full Name: Amy Lee Johnson
Nickname: Amy
Age: 19
Nationality: White/Caucasion
Gender: female
Family: Amber Brown/sister
> APPEARANCE
Image: coming soon
Description:
Amy is a slender, rather short woman with short, medium thick brown hair. This mass of waves is streaked with golden strands, enveloping her pear-like face. She has promonent cheekbones and a calm, warming smile that has a stunning affect on some people, considering she almost never uses it unless she is around or riding a horse. The most striking thing about her, though, is her soft, brown eyes. They seem to look right into your heart, seeing what you want, have, and what you have experienced. tiny, red freckles dot her nose and cheek area, making her look all the more edgy.
Amy usually garbs casual, wearing sweaters and jeans most days. Her clunky hiking boots are worn from use around the stables, and her riding boots are in no better shape! She may, on the rarest of occasions, wear something fancy. When those rare moments occur, you'd better be there, because you'll never see her look like that for a while!
> DEEP INSIDE[/u]
Personality: Amy Johnson is a quiet, yet very bold girl. Her feelings don’t always show, but she is determined not to let anyone down when something scary stands in her way. Her strong headedness often gets mistaken for stubbornness. Her heart is pure and her feelings towards anything she believes in are enough to kill an ox on sight. Her head is full of dreams and hopes that wander through her heart, etching them into her soul.
Once Amy is set on something, there is no calling her back. Her heart is passionate and her intuition is gold. Her heart is of pureness, even though self-doubt rests in her heart forever longing to be broken out. Many have said her motives are strong and some say she is based off of her childhood. Many may think(those who have heard her story) she is a rebel and a weakened being, but she sure proves them her worth with her bravery and stout heartedness. Her heart could fill a room with warmth and care if she let it out and maybe let a few people close. She has potential, she just has failed to show it.
Amy has never cried since her mother's death. She felt it stupid to cry when all could see. Most of her life has been spent mourning on the inside, warning herself not to let go of her little self control. She is strong that way, always trying to protect herself against the bitter hurt and pain of this world, no matter how bright it may seem. Her eyes lay dry from the many years of weeping inside. For many years, she has kept to herself, weeping alone. But, with persuasion, her light shines through her tough outer shell, showing what is truly inside, and letting everyone know who she is.
History: The rolling hills and lush green fields of Shadowbrook Acres opened up before Amy's eyes as she drove her van down the dirt road. lean horses grazed in the greenery, their neighs and nickers filling the air. Amy breathed in the smelss around her, turning to the passenger in the front. "So, how am I doing, mom?" Amy asked, clutching the drivers wheel in determination.
Kathrene laughed, "Fine, but don't hold onto the wheel so tight!"
Amy smiled sheepishly, loosening her death grip on the wheel. Kathrene patted Amy gently on her shoulder in comfort. "Don't worry, you'll get it. I was scared my first time driving too." Amy relaxed, glad for her mother's kind encouragement. As the van finally reached the house, Amy put the van in park and climbed out. Kathrene followed, manuvering to the back of the vehicle to take in some groceries. "Amy, would you help me out a little?" Amy rushed over, picking up a bag out of her mother's full arms.
"So, what's all the food for? Is a relative having a birthday I don't know about?" Amy asked.
Kathrene shook her head and opened the front door. "No, no, it's for Tim. He's coming over for dinner tonight!" Amy sighed in frustration, following her mother into the dark house. Amy set her bags down on the table.
"Again? He just ate with us two nights ago. When are you going to top seeing him?" Amy was flustered, angry that her mother insisted on dating such a creep and only about a year after her dad, Rich, died! Amy placed her elbows on the counter, and her head in her hands. "Why can't he eat at his own place?"
Kathrene came over to Amy and squeezed her shoulders. "I know you don't think much of him, but he is a real gentleman and genuinely cares for me. You don't see that?"
"I think you just dreamed that he is anything but what he is! He drinks like no tomorrow and I hear him yelling all the time whenever he's on the phone with someone." Amy said shortly. Kathrene stepped back, stunned at Amy's outburst.
Amy tried to make eye contact with her, but Kathrene just looked away.
"I'm sorry you feel that way. Why don't you call Cherina and go to the movies or something. Then, when Tim comes, you won't have to be here." Kathrene said in a daze. Amy felt horrible, but she still was angry.
"Fine." she said, reaching for the phone.
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1 yr. later
Amy stood in front of the mirror, assesing her apprearance with a critical eye. She wore a satin, violet dress with a white rose on the right draped sleeve. Her other arm was sleeveless. She sighed, smoothing the fabric out. Her hair was in a messy bun with little rhinestones embedded into it. Her mother was getting married today, and she was a bridesmaid. Tears stung Amy's heavily made-up eyes, but she held them back, determined not to cry. She lifted her dress, revealing her silver high heels, and walked out of the dressing room. She waited in the lobby until it was time for the bridesmaids to file out. At the doorman's cue, Amy followed the maid of honor, her sister Amber, out onto a red carpet. She walked up the aisle, and positioned herself next to Amber. Amber smiled at her, her red hair tied in a beautiful curly bun on the top of her head. "You look stunning." She said to Amy.
"You too." Amy replied, trying to hide the remorse in her voice. But she could nver fool Amber. Amber gave her a questioning look, and was about to say something when the organ started up. Amber, and everyone else's attention drifted to the back of the room as everyone stood. Tim was waiting at the Alter, his pointed nose and angular features looking gaunt, but happy. The doors opened, and out walked a vision in white. Amy's mom wore a sleeveless, silk floral design covered dress with a long veil and satin train. Her hair was up in strings of pearls and her eyes gleamed from under her veil. The bouquet of flowers she held touched her red lips, turning them into a smile. Amy had never seen her mom so happy.
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2 yrs. later
Amy lay awake in bed, terrified. The screaming and yelling was loud and clear outside her door. Amy clutched her covers close to her face, tears sliding down her cheeks. She heard her mother's anguished voice, pleading for him to stop. Amy thrust herself out of bed, opening the door a crack. Her mother was huddled up against the wall, tears streaming down her pale face as Tim loomed over her, yelling and shouting. Kathrene recoiled as Tim struck out with hi hand, catching her on the side of the face. "You're worthless!" he bellowed, striking her again. "WORTHLESS PIECE OF SH**! I ASKED YOU TO GET ME SOMETHING, NOT END WORLD WARS!" Kathrene tried to interject, but Tim only howled louder, his face beet red. "I DON'T WANT EXCUSES. JUST GET ME A BEER! NO YOU DON'T!" Tim lunged for Kathrene as she tried to slip away. She cried and screamed in pain as he hit her in the face. Amy couldn't take it anymore. She leaped out of her room.
"Stop it!" Amy wailed. Tim turned, seething.
"YOU AREN'T PART OF THIS!" He lumbered over to Amy, raising a fist. Kathrene tried to hold his arm down, but he threw her against the wall. Amy retreated into her room, locking the door. Tim's fist banged hard on the wood, and Amy retreated to her bed, rocking and crying. More yelling went on, and something thudded against the wall. Steps thundered down the stairs. Amy went numb. She opened her door, horrified. Her mother lay against the wall, her head bleeding and her face bruised. Tim was gone, probably to fetch his beer. Amy drug her mom into her room, bolted the door, and cradled her mother, a new line of tears streaming down her cheeks. She picked up the phone a dialed the hospital.
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1 week later
Amy stood by her mother's grave, cloaked in black and sorrow. Her brown hair whipped in the wind, streaking over her tear covered face. The gravestone was sleek and new, looking sad and dreary in itself. Amy caught her reflection. How she looked like her mother! She had never noticed it before, but now it was eminent. Amy was free to move out, but the court didn't believe her story of how her mother died. Her mother had given birth to a baby girl just before that terrible night, but Tim would get to keep her. Amy felt confused and filled with sadness as she thought about her dear baby sister. Soon, Calli might own a grave nest to her mother's. Amy thought bitterly, angrily knuckling tears from her eyes.
Her presumtion was right, for Calli was found strangled soon after. Only then did the court believe Amy's story and arrest Tim. . She had to sell Shadowbrook Acres, and every horse along with it but one. Starstruck Angel, her thoroughbred filly. Now Amy is at Bayview, trying to find a new life for herself
> OTHER[/u]
Status: single
Spouse: none
Children: none
Job: Horse handler/trainer/rider. Show jumper
Stable Name: none yet
Stable Link: none yet
Password: blue WKD[/sub][/center]
