Post by Hayli Jeanette on Jan 16, 2011 18:19:50 GMT -8
Hailey Camille Jeanette
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Hailey Camille Jeanette
( Nickname )[/color] Hail, Jenny
( Age )[/color] 17
( Birthdate )[/color] January 1994
( Sex )[/color] Female.
( Hometown )[/color] England
( Class )[/color] Junior
( Sexuality )[/color] straight
( Played By )[/color] Mila Kunis
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color] Immortality, Time Manipulation, Time Travel
( Type of Power )[/color] Manipulation
( Weakness )[/color] Dog Whistles or really high pitch noises
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] Hailey was a hero's until she got this urge to become mean bitch. And vualah, you've got a Villain on your hands.
( Personality )
Hailey loves to have fun and make other's laught. One of her biggest philosophies is to slow down and smell the roses because you never know when they're not going to be there the next day. She is a happy go lucky girl and loves nature. Every since she was a child, she has been VERY connected with nature and animals.Hailey is also very smart, but most people don't truly know it. She loves to think things out. She is quite wise because she has pondered about life, love, and happiness. She also LOVES to sing and music is her life. She has a huge passion for music and nature.
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] her tongue/spiteful words, laughing, first impressions, drawing, instrument playing
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] family, cussing, temper, guys
( Dark Secrets)[/color] she is mentally distraught.. And depressed, when she stops and listens, everything catches up to her, and she's not happy anymore.
( Reputation )[/color] Everyone knows who Hailey is, its not a bad thing either. They all know her because of her temper, she blew up on this one girl in her Freshman year, and now everyone bows at her feet and respects her, and KNOWS not to BS her.
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] Dawn, 41, IT Tech, divorced father, now has a boyfriend.
( Father )[/b][/color] Brian, 40, Bank Manager, divorced mother, got remarried, now divorced again. Single.
( Siblings )[/b][/color] [NONE]
( Any Other)[/b][/color] N/A
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color] All black Hummer, her friend spray painted it on her sweet 16 and she never took it off, it added personality.
( Phone )[/b][/color] HTC Impossible
( Music )[/b][/color] Ipod Touch 4.0
( Anything Else)[/b][/color] N/A
(Sample)
Hailey walked out into the beaming sunlight wearing a pair of streachy skinny jeans and a cute layered purple tank. She sighed as she forgot to put shorts on instead of pants. Now she was so hot and sweaty! 'UGH!' screamed her mind as she wiped her brow off.
Hailey looked around with her hand covering the top of her forehead from the sun, so she could find out where she actually was. Seemed to be stuck in some sort of park. She looked around for something imparticular and was really hoping that this park would have one. A rental shop with bikes, scooters, and knee or elbow pads. She jumped up and down as she spotted one all the way in the corner. She ran as fast as she could to get to the little wooden kabouki( ka bu key ) in the on the corner.
When she got there, sweaty and out of breath she asked the slightly chubby and pale man how much per hour was a bike. 10 an hour! he said at her in sort of a yell. She was starteled and nodded as she dug vigorusly into her pocket for a 20 dollar bill. She handed it to him and jacked the first vintage bike she could find and set off, hoping as she picked up speed she could try and cool off on such a hot day.
Hailey looked around with her hand covering the top of her forehead from the sun, so she could find out where she actually was. Seemed to be stuck in some sort of park. She looked around for something imparticular and was really hoping that this park would have one. A rental shop with bikes, scooters, and knee or elbow pads. She jumped up and down as she spotted one all the way in the corner. She ran as fast as she could to get to the little wooden kabouki( ka bu key ) in the on the corner.
When she got there, sweaty and out of breath she asked the slightly chubby and pale man how much per hour was a bike. 10 an hour! he said at her in sort of a yell. She was starteled and nodded as she dug vigorusly into her pocket for a 20 dollar bill. She handed it to him and jacked the first vintage bike she could find and set off, hoping as she picked up speed she could try and cool off on such a hot day.
