[A]RIVIERA, Jaysene Alexander

[Jaysene Alexander Riviera]

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RIVIERA, JAYSENE ALEXANDER

I'll take these broken dreams, hold them in my arms. I'll fix these scarred hands, and these broken hearts. I'll start anew again, waiting with baited breath. I'll start anew again, awaiting with open arms.

--basics
full name: Jaysene Alexander Riviera
age: Thirteen
date of birth: January Eighteenth
year: Middle school: Seventh Grade
occupation: N/A
pb: young Alexandria Deberry


--appearance
hair: Blonde
eyes: Green
height: 5 foot 5 inches
weight: One Hundred Pounds
traits: Several scars across her right shoulder caused by fingernails, moon shaped scar from a coffee steam incident on her left wrist, Small scar on right leg just above the knee, Ears pierced, with moon earings, small chickprints around her ankle
over all: She is slightly thinner than her friends, though that's because she doesn't like most foods. She used to have many problems with herself, but she has finally overcame them. That's the reason for her scars (except the moon scar). She gains weight all too easily when feasting on Christmas, paired with not enough excercise. Her skin was pale and sickly as a child, as she hated the outside world, and had a chronic fear of grasshoppers. This year, she is starting anew, with tan skin, and a bright smile. She seems cheery at first, and seems crazy at the best of times. Her intelligence s slightly over average, thus making her seem like a nerd, though she keeps that part hidden this year.


--history
mother: Jade Brandon Saynar
father: James Joseph Riviera
sibling(s): Jode Jameson Riviera (14) Jude Branson Riviera (16)
other relatives: Lee Fransche Saynar (Uncle, mother's side)
personality: +Laughs easily (with buds)
+Loyal (to friends)
+Wierd/Random (With friends)
-Reserved (With strangers)
-Easily angered (With stupid teachers)
-A little bit on the psychotic side (when angered by stupid teachers)
-Deep and reserved (to all but her most trusted friends)
history: 3+ paragraphs about what has happened in your character's life.
Jaysene was thirdborn to her parents, but the first and last daughter. She wasn't spoiled, she was treated equally with her brothers. As her older brother Jode showed great promise in math and the other brother Jude showed great promise in sports, she became more and more reserved. As time passed she learned a way to deal with the craziness, though it was rather innapropriate. She scratched her right shoulder when frustrated.

Jaysene learned she wasn't good at sports the day she had her first gym class. She learned math was not that easy either. But reading and writing.. Those were easy, they were her strength. Stories of her brothers and her on Easter day, meeting characters from her favorite books and playing her favorite games, stories of her and her few friends enjoying a ride on a pegasus, stories of wolves running across the open plains.. Those were the things she remembered of second grade. Those and the teacher embarassing her by asking her to write her name in cursive on the white board and telling the entire class the basic mistakes she had made, and the boys and a couple girls laughing at her. Luckily a good friend was there and shushed them for her, though.

Third grade was marred with memories of not being allowed to ask to pee during class more than three times, and getting a prize for it. Her second-best friend's desk being tipped over day after day, and all her stuff flowing out, the teacher yelling all the while about how dirty her desk was, like a pig sty. Though recesses were paradise, pretending to be dogs and cats and horses, galloping across the grassy fields that made up the playground. Smiles and laughter, the days they believed they could fly. Meeting a new sort of friend, her best friend, and learning a new way of spending recess. Talking. About EVERYTHING! Jaysene loved this new friend she had. So supportive and caring, loving even. Summer came with another two months of reading inside her room in their country house, listening to her Labradors howl at the moon and coyotes that lived in the large pine forest near her home.

Fourth grade. Jaysene got lost on the first day, but her new friend yelled "WRONG WAY, JAYSENE!" before she walked to the english class. A new teacher, who's belly was swollen with baby, introduced herself to them. Jaysene loved this new teacher, especially when she read out of a novel called "La Nouvelle Maitresse" or in english, "The New Teacher". It was her favorite story, about a teacher that allowed her schoolchildren to play soccer, and wore hiking boots while speaking to a rock named Gertrude. That was also the year their school flooded. Jaysene didn't mind. Renovations should have been done three years ago on the school anyway. That took them to an ancient school that the nonreligious kids had used before getting their new one. It was full of mice and mold, and the classrooms were too small. Jaysene thought the lockers were too big. She was barely HALF their size, after all. The new school led to seasons spent with a new teacher, because her first teacher, the nice lady, was on maternity leave. Jaysene knew what that meant, she had read about it a million times in books. This led to a new, male teacher. He believed in fun rather than work, which the students loved. Listening to Taylor Swift's Love Story at lunch didn't bother her at all, even if she preffered rock, like The Beastie Boys, which her brothers had introduced her to a year back.

As summer dawned over their subarctic temperature town, Jaysene's best friend started hanging out with her less and less and hanging out with a 'cool' girl who took dance, and had glasses, and was good at science. Jaysene didn't take this very well. She stopped talking to her friend alltogether, and decided to sit alone. Her old friends from second grade seemed too babyish, playing silly games of pretend where nobody dies. Jaysene's great-grandmother and favorite uncle on her father's side had passed away that year. She despised childish games now. She sat alone, by the swings and brought out a CD player she got for christmas. It was pink, with a Hello Kitty design on it, which she despised. She preffered black, white, and gray. Her world seemed black white and gray to her at that time. She pulled out a CD she had also gotten for christmas, and played one song over and over again. Track twelve, 'You're Not Sorry'.

Summer was no blessing. Her brothers (BOTH her friggin brothers) got accepted into a Tier 3 soccer team, which meant they had to travel all over the province that summer. It also meant no soccer for Jaysene. Soccer was one of her favorite vents, where she used up all her frustration running. Now, instead, she got to sit for half an hour and watch a ton of 13 year-old boys run across a field, with an eleven year old boy keeping pace with them. It was pitiful, how the eleven year old could keep up with perfect ease.

So Jaysene came to fifth grade heated and angrier than before. Her friend STILL wouldn't hang out with her, her backup friends STILL wouldn't even look at her, and Jaysene was feeling bad. At least there was a new kid in their class. New kids were few and far between in french immersion. The new kid had the exact same personality as her, and liked the same foods! Heck, their names even started with the same letter. Another kid also had many similarities with the new child though, a kid that Jaysene had argued with non-stop since first grade. This kid was always doing girly things, like braiding hair, and talking about boys. As time passed, Jaysene and the other girl made up, and became friends. Jaysene slowly began frogiving her childhood friend for hanging out with another girl, and they all made up and hung out together every day. They played a new game that the new girl showed them. Her little brother frequently came to play too. Wax Museum became a favorite among 5 FA.

Summer came all too quickly, and a new school loomed over Jaysene's slender shoulder. That and the weight of her parents yelling every night. How was she supposed to get any sleep? After a while, her mom packed up all their stuff while her dad was out fishing, and took them away. Jaysene had read about divorce all too often. At least she had something to keep her occupied all summer. DSis were rather popular these days, and Jaysene was glad she had gotten one for her birthday. She spent all summer playing the same game, taking care of a dog that didn't exist.

When she hit grade six, she went to middle school.. Her small town just worked that way. That one day the worst sub in the entire division came to teach them gym... It was soccer baseball too, and Jaysene could only get to first base by bunting. The sub banned bunting for the rest of the month. By the third class, she couldn't take it. The endless being struck out before even running didn't help much. She gave in to the pressure and bunted before running as hard as she could to first base. Oh how the sub yelled. To Jaysene, yelling was worse than recieving a beating. She winced at every word, and the teacher continued on and on, with the smell of dead cats clinging to her. Jaysene was too polite to ask this teacher to get out of her face, so she gently covered her nose. After a twenty minute rant at her, the teacher finally left her alone. But the damage was done, and Jaysene scratched deeper than ever before. A large bleeding scratch lay from where her gym shorts ended to her kneecap. As time passed, it healed to a scar, which she strokes every day she has to do soccer baseball, or as it was known in many other countries, Kickball. This was the year she discovered her favorite band, Marianas Trench.

Both her best friends moved away to bigger, better schools that year, and Jaysene was left alone, with the fragile remains of what used to be the funnest friendship she had ever had. After awhile, her mother decided that her school wasn't teaching her anything new, and sent her onwards, to UCC, to a blank canvas, and she started over again.


major: Music, she wants to figure out the complicated language of it, and how she can read a note on paper, and transfer it through her brain to lead to a note sung by her throat, or played by her clarinet.
anything else?: After some deep thinking, Jaysene has realised she's bisexual, though she keeps it hidden. Her fears are of others discovering her dark past, her secret intelligence, or her old self.

--the player
alias: Solis/Solly/Solick/ Jasafarina
years roleplaying: Well, Vocally and on the net, 5 years. On the net: one
rp sample: This is an excerpt from an RP that is your affiliate, and if you've ever taken a glance at it, you'll know which.
I'm controlling three elements at once in this one.

Alex was finished most of her small tasks for the day.She always took it step by step, and most of the time she had set the tasks herself. Simple things like "Play with the monkeys" or "Talk with Cody" had been all she had to do.

After all the work, she had decided to head to the beach. The monkeys had followed her very quickly, however. They shouted C'mon, Alex! You're the best cocoball player around! Come on, you gotta be on our team! they shouted. Cocoball was a rather complicated game, which consisted of tossing a ball made of coconut shells stuffed with banana peel and covered in orange peel (it's said it improves the bounce) over a net. The monkeys wouldn't stop bothering Alex to play with them because of her ability to be left tree bouncer, which means she'd take the left tree, hang upside down, and hit the ball whenever it came to the left. The monkeys prized her sweep of the ground, because most of them were too small to reach there.

Alex shook her head and smiled.Alright, fine. But one day, you monkeys are going to be the death of me. Alex said with a smile. Cody whined in protest, stretching from his nap. She gently prodded him with her tail, attempting to calm him.

Alexandria, Momma! I don't wanna get up. I was chasin' butterflies! All the flashes of colour... he said, with a disaproving tone. Cody pulled his face into a frown that would make even the gods give him pitty. Alexandria was used to such frowns, and put her tail underneath himm ever so gently, then placed him on the ground. Cody, if you're lucky, maybe you'll be able to take the spot beneath me! You'll be able to sleep the entire time.

The monkeys decided that they would play on the beach, with it's sugar white sand and cliffs surrounding it. The treeline along the grass surrounding the beach had the perfect place. Midday sun rose over the cliffs, making blinding effects on the sand and pushing the group a little farther into the trees. A monkey sat there, rolling a cocoball around on his index. Soo.. You wanna play, or are we gonna sit here all day? Let's get goin! he cred before running over to Alex and stroking her red and ochre tail. He couldn't help himself. Alexandria gave a small woof at him before climbing her tree.

Cody smiled at her before closing his eyes to nap. Alexandria's chartreuse eyes seemed half panicked as she did her before game prep. The monkeys leapt around crazily, and the game began.

In this one, I am controlling a single element, my character.

"You never seemed to be the one to join a clan" he said. Time to find a new obsession. Looks like she's gone he thought, trying to ignore the knife wrapping around him like a sheet. He sighed, or rather exhaled a deep breath.

"Time.." he mused "Since when have I worried about time?" he asked, hiding his pain with a grin. He took mental notes on everything, the way she smiled, the way her tail wagged, the way she swam, her patterns, her EYES. He didn't want to forget what could be his last day with her.

"Where to start?" he wondered to himself. "So many tales to tell.. Well, may as well start where it began." he said, seeming to disappear, into his mind.

"Well, may as well start from the beggining. Well, one day, me and Palla decided to wander down to the river, the Ardus waterfall, that is. I ran ahead, and saw this girl.." he said, giving her a lopsided smile.

"She was a green Ferna, glimmering in the weak sunlight. I, of course, tried to show off to her by walking rather close to the edge. I fell, down into the bitterly cold river. My mom taught me how to swim, so I got to the other side without much danger, even though I nearly drowned. I got to the other shore, dragged myself up, and looked up at her, looking like a drowned rat," As he spoke, he remembered looking into her eyes. "and said 'Hi, I'm Euelle'." he said, remembering the true start to his journey. It was not when he hit his head on that rock, no it was when he met Vanity. He saw it third person in his mind. That Euelle was somewhat gone. A year had changed everything about him. How much had it changed her?

Both are wolves.. It's rather complicated. If these aren't good, just ask me to find another one! I have many examples of RPing, and usually make four to five posts of two hundred to four hundred words a week. I've been on two rps thusfar (not counting this one), and am writing out a book currently, and creating my own RP. I believe that's enough experience.

I've excluded the number of years I played Dungeons and Dragons from my experience, but if you count that, Since I was six, which would be.. 8 years now..

Sorry the history is so long, I had to explain it all because those are key elements in her life. It's based off of mine, so it may get confusing at times, but I hope you enjoy it!
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[Tessa Alexa Mayer]

I'm not a mod or anything- but you'd DEFINITELY be in the hospital by then. IRL, I'm 5"1, I've dropped down to 86 lbs- and my parents were considering putting me in the hospital. (I was at a BMI of 16) You'd be at like a BMI of 13. Your parents would DEFINITELY notice at that point and put you in the hospital- there's NO POSSIBLE way they wouldn't- and if they didn't, then the school would step in.

[Solly]

Oh.. This was my weight when I was five feet. I'll fix it after school IRL. Sorry for the inconvenience!

[novak klive andrews]

accepted

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