Post by Jamie Gaunler on Jun 30, 2009 8:18:19 GMT -6
Name: Jamie Gaunler
Nickname: Primrose
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Grave Robber
Personality:
Jamie seems to be a sweet young girl by the day, albeit with a caffeine addiction. She spends a bit too much time in the coffee shop, and is usually irritable until she has her caffeine. She is very quiet, and not very lively. A dreamer, she looks forward to the night, and usually spends her days in quiet solitude and slumber. But by night...Primrose arises. She is quite the rebellious one, and lives off of the thrill. She does not fear death; she lives among it, and embraces it. She retains the former Jamie’s rebellious side, and loves to see others suffer, as well as see those who have suffered. If she cannot find corpses...she will make them.
Family: Deceased
Character Likes: Killing, Coffee, nighttime, plushies
Character Dislikes: GeneCo, Guys, Oppressive parents
Model Claim: Baker, Darla
Appearance or Pictures:
Jamie is thin and gaunt, almost appearing anorexic. She always appears sickly, though she is, indeed, attractive, with soft skin, and long, wavy black hair. Her eyes are an eerie green; due to an erratic sleeping schedule, she always appears tired. She wears the same black, sleeveless shirt by day; at night she paints her face white with makeup. She encircles the eyes with eye-liner to emphasise the bags. She musses her hair, as well; her clothing when she assumes the Primrose identity and robs graves is highly revealing of her very thin body.
Background:
Jamie never knew her father. Her mother gave her up to her aunt and uncle; it was said that she was ill and could not care for her. Jamie had a cousin, Kasey; the girl would always pick on her. Jamie didn't care, and let her do it. Her aunt and uncle hardly ever cared for her; she was forced to fend for herself, as well as do chores when they required it, while they essentially pampered Kasey. Jamie felt like she was living in a Harry Potter book...
She retreated into her fantasy world. Her aunt and uncle tried to stamp it out of her, even burning her stuff before her eyes. This traumatised Jamie, and made her fear fire. Finally, she couldn't stand it; something snapped in her, and one night, she closed them off in her house, and gassed it. They died in agony, and Jamie’s madness began. She decided to steal a Zydrate syringe and gun, and extracted the blue drug from their noses. And thus, she began her job as a graverobber, embracing the night and sleeping by the day. She took the name of the night-blooming flower: Primrose.
Roleplay Sample:
It had only been a short while since Jamie had become an Animorph. She didn't have many morphs yet, but she'd be getting some soon, hopefully. She had been tutored on how to fly for the last two days, and she was loving it. Not that she had much else she was able to do; the Yeerks knew her face, and if she showed herself in public, they would find her, and that would not be a good deal for anyone.
So, it was all around the city she soared, getting well-acquainted with the area, as well as with flying. She looked for anything...suspicious. After all, according to Jake, there sure were a lot of odd occurences around lately. And Jamie was indebted to this group...plus, she wanted to help save the world. She cared about it, its people...and the beyond. She wanted these Yeerks to lose. She could make a difference now...and was the risk worth it? Heck yeah!
She noticed something in the forests below as she hopped to another thermal. A very...blue something. It moved on four legs. It had a humanoid torso. No mouth. A deadly, scythe-like tail. She drifted downwards, peering at it with the keen vision of the red-tailed hawk. There was no mistaking it was an Andalite. She'd got a birds-eye-view of Ax and Leona, many times; this one wasn't like either of them. Nor was he like Nichole's Andalite morph, or the mysterious Prince Gerlan.
And he certainly wasn't Visser Three. Visser Three looked...older. And more vile, now that she thought about it. This one looked sort of innocent. Jamie circled for a landing not too far from the Andalite, and crashed into the tree branch she was trying to get ahold of. She fell to the ground. Owwie... she thought. She wasn't perfect at flying. Yet. She began to demorph, until she was just a girl lying there, in a tight black tank-top and black bike shorts. She climbed to her feet.
She began to walk, looking here and there for rocks and bugs; she didn't want to step on those or anything else. She emerged into a small opening where there was a meadow, and then...there he was. The Andalite. She didn't want to let on that she knew what he was; she feared he'd think she was a Yeerk. So she spoke softly, and dreamily, to him. The way she would have prior to all of this. "Hi..."
Nickname: Primrose
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Grave Robber
Personality:
Jamie seems to be a sweet young girl by the day, albeit with a caffeine addiction. She spends a bit too much time in the coffee shop, and is usually irritable until she has her caffeine. She is very quiet, and not very lively. A dreamer, she looks forward to the night, and usually spends her days in quiet solitude and slumber. But by night...Primrose arises. She is quite the rebellious one, and lives off of the thrill. She does not fear death; she lives among it, and embraces it. She retains the former Jamie’s rebellious side, and loves to see others suffer, as well as see those who have suffered. If she cannot find corpses...she will make them.
Family: Deceased
Character Likes: Killing, Coffee, nighttime, plushies
Character Dislikes: GeneCo, Guys, Oppressive parents
Model Claim: Baker, Darla
Appearance or Pictures:
Jamie is thin and gaunt, almost appearing anorexic. She always appears sickly, though she is, indeed, attractive, with soft skin, and long, wavy black hair. Her eyes are an eerie green; due to an erratic sleeping schedule, she always appears tired. She wears the same black, sleeveless shirt by day; at night she paints her face white with makeup. She encircles the eyes with eye-liner to emphasise the bags. She musses her hair, as well; her clothing when she assumes the Primrose identity and robs graves is highly revealing of her very thin body.
Background:
Jamie never knew her father. Her mother gave her up to her aunt and uncle; it was said that she was ill and could not care for her. Jamie had a cousin, Kasey; the girl would always pick on her. Jamie didn't care, and let her do it. Her aunt and uncle hardly ever cared for her; she was forced to fend for herself, as well as do chores when they required it, while they essentially pampered Kasey. Jamie felt like she was living in a Harry Potter book...
She retreated into her fantasy world. Her aunt and uncle tried to stamp it out of her, even burning her stuff before her eyes. This traumatised Jamie, and made her fear fire. Finally, she couldn't stand it; something snapped in her, and one night, she closed them off in her house, and gassed it. They died in agony, and Jamie’s madness began. She decided to steal a Zydrate syringe and gun, and extracted the blue drug from their noses. And thus, she began her job as a graverobber, embracing the night and sleeping by the day. She took the name of the night-blooming flower: Primrose.
Roleplay Sample:
It had only been a short while since Jamie had become an Animorph. She didn't have many morphs yet, but she'd be getting some soon, hopefully. She had been tutored on how to fly for the last two days, and she was loving it. Not that she had much else she was able to do; the Yeerks knew her face, and if she showed herself in public, they would find her, and that would not be a good deal for anyone.
So, it was all around the city she soared, getting well-acquainted with the area, as well as with flying. She looked for anything...suspicious. After all, according to Jake, there sure were a lot of odd occurences around lately. And Jamie was indebted to this group...plus, she wanted to help save the world. She cared about it, its people...and the beyond. She wanted these Yeerks to lose. She could make a difference now...and was the risk worth it? Heck yeah!
She noticed something in the forests below as she hopped to another thermal. A very...blue something. It moved on four legs. It had a humanoid torso. No mouth. A deadly, scythe-like tail. She drifted downwards, peering at it with the keen vision of the red-tailed hawk. There was no mistaking it was an Andalite. She'd got a birds-eye-view of Ax and Leona, many times; this one wasn't like either of them. Nor was he like Nichole's Andalite morph, or the mysterious Prince Gerlan.
And he certainly wasn't Visser Three. Visser Three looked...older. And more vile, now that she thought about it. This one looked sort of innocent. Jamie circled for a landing not too far from the Andalite, and crashed into the tree branch she was trying to get ahold of. She fell to the ground. Owwie... she thought. She wasn't perfect at flying. Yet. She began to demorph, until she was just a girl lying there, in a tight black tank-top and black bike shorts. She climbed to her feet.
She began to walk, looking here and there for rocks and bugs; she didn't want to step on those or anything else. She emerged into a small opening where there was a meadow, and then...there he was. The Andalite. She didn't want to let on that she knew what he was; she feared he'd think she was a Yeerk. So she spoke softly, and dreamily, to him. The way she would have prior to all of this. "Hi..."
