Post by ` lee on Mar 12, 2007 14:27:20 GMT -5
. everlasting teenage recoil . fall in love with anything .
NAME . lee kennedy
AGE . twenty
GENDER . female
DESCRIPTION . Lee's been called "cute as a button" plenty of times. She only stands just under five feet at the height of 4'11, often much too short to reach things in closets or at stores, which sometimes even heels can't fix. She can still fit into half of the little kids clothing, as she just barely weighs 100 pounds, which is thin, but not horrendously skinny for her pint-sized height.
Lee has long, loosely curled brown hair, and large, stunning brown eyes, one of her key features. She needs glasses and always keeps a pair with her, but the only time you'd see them on her is at night before bed, or if the air was super dry and drying her contacts out. She's got a slight tan tint to her skin year round, usually turning a bit darker in the summertime. Lee isn't exactly top heavy, but you can't say she's only got mosquito bites for breasts.
You can't exactly put a label on what Lee wears on a daily basis, but alot say a mixture of scene and prep. A bit of a weird combination. She'd much rather wear something that's comfortable than in style, usually a pair of flats, jeans or a skirt, and a tank-top or t-shirt. She's got nearly a fetish for stripes, and she's always got some sort of stripes on her somewhere, along with the color red.
Lee's first piercing was when she was 3 years of age, when her mother brought her and got a single hole in each of her ears. She got the second hole when she was 9, a third hole when she was 10, and a hole in her cartilage when she was 11. Apart from that she stopped until she was 17, when she adorned her tongue and navel with pieces of metal, along with several more holes in each upper-helix. At 18 she got "down there" pierced, one of the most painful experiences she's even gone through. She's stopped making holes since then, for a while at least, but has several pieces of art on her. On her right forearm there is a a black and white with chains and locks tying it up, and on her left shoulder blade she has a scorpion, representing her horoscope, Scorpio, again in black. Down her left side of her ribs is a bright scene of blue and red swirls, with several sparrows and doves in it.
PERSONALITY . Lee is one of the most spontaneous and outgoing people you'll ever have the displeasure of meeting. Some have described he as a 7 year old stuck in a 19 year olds body, and surprisingly, it's horribly true. She's the first one up after a night of hard drinking, and isn't all "Ew fuck off, I need to sleep until 2 to get the hangover off." And if she's out shopping with friends, she'll be the one running around from store to store. She never seems to stop moving, or stop talking at least.
Lee is very selective of the people she'll actually take time to listen to and care about. She might seem to have plenty of friends to spare, but there is only a few she actually cares about. She also tends to forget bad things that happen to her, and remember only the good things. You could tell her that when she was 6 her dog died, but she wouldn't remember at all. She might remember her parents taking her out to an amusement park the day after to cheer her up though. Also, she's over self-confident, and her self esteem went through the roof years ago. Tell her to do something, she'll try to do that, times two.
Lee will most likely be the first one to break open a case of beer, but won't be the first to hit the floor. She tends to hold alcohol well, and it takes more than a few beers to get her woozy. She's done some stupid things while drunk (pronounced '' made out with her best friends girlfriend') but usually things like that happen only when she's to the point of not remembering it the day after. She's tested the waters of some drugs, but they just weren't right for her.
HISTORY . Lee Kennedy was born a month premature, on November 18th 1987, weighing approximately 5 pounds. He mother, Alexandria, thought she was incredibly small, even more-so than being a month early. Even in her toddler stages, it took 3 years for her to reach 30 pounds, and was as small as kids a year younger than her. She grew up in a decent single parent home, as her father had been killed while on a trip to New York with some of his friend for a weekend, by a gang.
She was always a happy, and hyper, kid growing up, just as she is now. When she went to her first day of school, instead of crying, she said "Mommy, I'm gunna make a kabazillion friends today." And she kept up to that promise, and did go through school with a good clan of friends. When a certain girl, who must have had at least a bit of jealousy of all her friends, and good looks, spread several of her private secrets around, Lee began getting more picky on friends. That was grade six. Now, she'd much rather have two or three close friends than 15 or 20 regular friends.
Through junior high school, you couldn't truthfully say that she was the most popular girl in the school, that place always seemed to be reserved for the blond barbie sluts. Although, she got plenty of respect from her peers, and that's all she needed. When she hit high-school, she was more selective on her friends, only having 3 girls that she really trusted, her boyfriend Michael, and one of her male friends that had been one of those "kabazillion" she made in kindergarten.
High school wasn't too dramatic, as for some kids it is. Her and Michael went separate ways, on somewhat good terms, as he was moving to Germany, for reasons unknown. She's kept herself single since then, not as much from being all depressed, but more the freedom. She could do things she couldn't when she was tied down, without feeling guilty. She finished high school, near the top of the class, her marks averaging out to 92. After that, she decided to leave her hometown roots and move across the country, start fresh. Her mother didn't object, she knew Lee was going to leave eventually, sooner rather than later.
She still keeps in contact with her friends back home, and started off good here. She hasn't gotten close enough to anybody to really trust them, but she's off to a good start. She's got enough money to last her a while, so she isn't exactly living in a rundown apartment in the worst part of town.
PICTURE . in signature & top.
MODEL . Leana Silver
SAMPLE POST .Lucas could hear and nearly feel the music coming from the average-sized club, the bass rumbling through the ground. Scantily dressed women, and drugged up and drunk men littered the parking lot, the stench of smoke and alcohol wafting from them. Sure, he couldn't say that he was completely clean, or sober than night, but you almost felt out of place if you weren't in a place like this.
As he entered the door, again he was hit in the face with a stronger smell of the substances, along with a good blast of heat. It was pretty packed tonight, people rimming the edge of the dance floor, which was a gridlock of moving bodies. He ordered a few shots from the bar and downed them quickly, his dark, chocolate brown eyes peeking out from his ever-so-famous fedora, which rarely left his head. After the last shot glass hit the polished wood surface, he stood up again, his eyes scanning the dance floor. Sure, there were your average blond-n-busty hookers and sluts wandering, and some nights he'd pick them up in a a millisecond, but tonight, oddly enough, he was in a bit of a different mood. After slipping through the first few layers of the crowd, he began looking around, for any decent looking girls, who weren't attached to anyone else.
Yeah, you could call him a bit of a whore. He could get girls, and occasionally boys, at his free will. He knew he was good looking, and that's all that mattered sometimes. Good looks, a nice body, and an average cocky attitude. People loved him, and he could make that work in a club like this.
The tempo of an average-paced song sped up, earning a large shift in the crowd and several loud hollers. He found himself pressed to the back of a red and black haired girl, who happened to be dancing to the beat at quite a showy speed. He grinned ; she'd be is main target for the night, he could tell that by now.
"Mind if I dance with you?" he said into her ear, almost a low purr. Sure, she was tall, but he still had to duck his head down to be able to talk to the female. His hands traced lightly over her hips, with a featherlight touch. His hips moved somewhat in sync with hers, pressing against her more, from the backs of people behind him, be he wasn't objecting to it. This was going to be a long night.
. you gotta feel what can be felt . touch what can be touched .
