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Your name: Jenn
Your age: way too old
Contact info: here is fine, or sycks@tmail.com
Other characters?: n/a
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Character's name: Peyton Winterberg
Nicknames / aliases: Pey, Peyton
Character's LJ / AIM name: peytonsnotes / musicalpeyton
Character's age & DOB: 24, 04/14/1984
Occupation: VP - Red Brick Records - A&R,
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Portrayal: Hilarie Burton
Distinguishing features: Blonde hair, sweet disposition, has scars on her stomach from surgeries she had when 16.
Personality:
Peyton is a very out going person. She loves her friends and her job, and loves art and music. She is not normally one of the shy kids, much more willing to go out and make herself known in a room then others. Most of her confidence, though, is a facade. She really thinks low of herself since her accident, which left hideous scars on her belly - or hideous to her anyway - and always wears clothes to cover her body up, afraid someone will see them. She has a passion for art and music that most people could never understand, and would be content listening to music and painting for the rest of her life if it would pay the bills.
She is very goal orientated. When she gets an idea or a job in her head, there is no stopping her - she likes to complete tasks almost as soon as she gets them. When it comes to RBR, she has a devotion to see that it succeeds. Her dream, once she realized she was never going to achieve hers, has always been to help someone else achieve their dreams, and when Westley came to her about RBR, she jumped at the chance. She has always wanted to come and share her knowledge and talents with other people. She is not musically inclined herself, however she does have an ear for music. She knows when something is catchy or has a new sound that isn't there yet, and knows how to make it work so it will be a hit.
Peyton has a small problem of speaking before thinking, and it has gotten her into trouble often. She is sassy, smart mouthed, sarcastic, yet sweet and sensitive, loving, caring and romantic. She always dreams of someone (Westley) wisking her off her feet and making all her dreams come true, but knows because of who she is, it will never happen.
Likes:
*music
*vinyl records
*Westley Wyler
*her dog, Bunny
*sushi
*her ipod, which never leaves her body
*traveling
*art
*making sure everyone else is happy
*led zeppelin
*drawing people's faces
*making lists
Dislikes:
*mean people
*violence
*people who talk down to her
*her father
*her ex boyfriend, Brent
*secrets
*being late
*back talk
*lies
*blue food
*any music that is off-key
*two-faced people
*anyone who dates Westley
Secrets/Quirks:
*always turns lights off in a room to conserve energy
*runs an even number of miles every day
*has a secret love of cheesy 90's pop bands
*knows every word to every Spice Girls song
*wants to be a brunette because everyone looks at her as though she's stupid
*has over 10,000 vinyl
Strengths:
*passionate
*determined
*thoughtful
*sensitive
*good listener
*understanding
Weaknesses:
*stubborn
*likes to be right
*has a need to control things, or know that things are being done in the time she wants them done
*emotionally driven (can also be a strength)
*rule follower
*thinks poorly of herself
Family: (if any, list here)
one cousin, the rest of her family is estranged.
History:
Peyton grew up in the mid west, Minnesota to be exact. She grew up in the picture perfect little suburb. Her mom and dad were both hard workers, her dad a lawyer and he mom taught art for the school district. Her dad loved her mom, however had been cheating on her mom with a student intern in his office, who was 10 years older then Peyton, from when this girl was 15.
When Peyton was 6, she was in dance classes and her mom was late to pick her up, she hated being late to classes and was anxiously waiting on the steps. Her mom had run a red light and was killed by a truck who hit her straight on. Her dad and grandparents forgot about her on the front porch and the neighbors’ didn’t see her there until hours later and brought her to the hospital where she found out her mom was dead.
Two weeks to the day her dad started bringing the girl she calls “Tart” around, and as soon as Tart was 18, they got married. Her dad threw out almost everything of the first wife’s - except a record collection and a Christmas tree and trimmings Peyton had saved from trash and hid in her closet.
When Peyton was 12, she met Brent. Her dad liked him because he basically took Peyton out of his hair. Brent was older, and not the nicest guy. To make a graphic story short, he would use things to have sex with her - spoons, sticks, etc. One night when Peyton was 16, he came in high and drunk with his friend and the friend held her down while Brent used a baseball bat to basically rape her. It ended up fracturing her pelvis.
Brent told the hospital they had been jumped by gang members and she had been raped, and since over the years she had mentioned what Brent did to others and no one believed her she kept her mouth shut. Brent was star quarter back, family rich, you know the type. And he was 18. So he left for college at Harvard and Peyton spent the next 6 months in the hospital, having 3 surgeries to rebuild everything. She spent the rest of her time in high school hiding form everyone because she felt she looked hideous, she has 3 large scars on her stomach which she always hides and is completely self conscious of.
She has known Westley Wyler since she can remember. he always lived next door to her. Before the incident with Brent, Westley knew Brent, and was even considered a friend of his. But when Peyton told him what happened, he seemed to take her side, believe her, and always ended up being around, taking her to events, surrounding her when she needed him. It wasn't until after her accident that she started to have feelings for Westley, though fully believes he only sees her as a friend. She has watched him with several relationships over the years, and each one digs into her heart, mostly because she is too afraid to admit to him how she really feels. She has come close a few times, but he usually cuts it short with some other news, further leading her to believe he isn't interested in her.
RP Sample:
Me: Peyton had left work early, having a late afternoon doctors appointment to confirm what she was actually a little nervous about - pregnancy. She knew it was dangerous for her to have kids anyway, but that there was always the chance, but she had assumed with Jonathan, they would take things slower, get married, have their carreers settled, etc. But instead, she was in college, working in a coffee shop, and now going to have to find a way to make this work too - with the fears her doctors were already putting into her head about bed rest and not too much exercise, and excitement, and strict diets and everyting. It was overwhelming fgor anyone, not to mention someone who was honestly going through things. She walked up the steps and down the hall to his apartment and took a deep breath. She had spent the better part of two hours trying to decide how to tell him. She had he bookbag over her shoulder with some clothes in it to stay the night. She was there most nights anyway, it seemed silly to have two apartments still, but they hadnt officially maade that move in step just yet. She knew she loved Jonathan, shhe knew she wanted to marry him one day. It was just one of those weird grey areas she could paint beautifuly, but trying to explain them and she was lost. She held a brown paper bag with handles in her hands, filled with a few things for him, hoping he would play her little game with her. She knocked on his door then opened it with ehr key like she always did and walked in. "Honey, Im home." she said, teasingly in the worst ricky Ricardo accent ever, and slipped her bag off her shoulders. she wore jeans and a white long sleeve shirt, with a black t-shirt over it and black chuck taylors, but had a grey peacoat on over it all and slipped that off and hung it on a hook by the door before bending over to slip her shoes off then walked into the kitchen to grab a water.
Them: Jonathan worked mostly early hours, having a job at the local art museum was nice for him because they let him off around 3 every day and he didn't mind busying himself around his apartment for the few hours he'd wait for Peyton to get off work. Today was no different as he laid on the couch in his rather clean apartment, sprawled across from one arm to the other. He wore gym-type shorts and an old high school t-shirt, one arm behind his head and the other dangling off the couch, the remote in hand flipping through channels, nothing decent was ever on before 9pm. He lifted his head just slightly when he heard Peyton and laughed softly, lifting himself up and bringing his legs in as he did, one hanging off the couch now and foot placed on the floor and one bent into him as he straightened his back out a bit, "How was your day, love?" He called when he heard her in the kitchen.
Me: Peyton grabbed a bottle of water and unscrewed the cap, walking into the living room with the bag still in her hands and laughed when she saw his position. "You would so win laziest boyfriend in the world awards, you know." she teased, walking around the couch and sat down in his lap, sprawling her legs outt along the couch, wriggling her toes. "Would you take my socks off? My toes need to breathe..." she asked in an almost singsongy voice and batted her lashes at him, trying to look sweet and innocent. She grinned, leaning her head in and kissed his cheek softly then hugged the brown bag to her chest, waiting for him to ask about it before she started to share what was inside it. "My day was okay. a little long, but other then that, it was alright. What about yours? Get any new art in that Id wanna see?" she asked, their usual banter.
Them: Jonathan laughed and shrugged slightly at his position, "What can I say?" He smiled and squeezed one of her legs just at the calf gently before doing as requested, like he could deny her, even if he wanted, anything anyway when she asked in such a way she had, no matter how long they'd been together and will be together he'll always deem her the cutest thing he's ever set eyes on. He slipped her socks off, folded them together and tossed them at the floor, slapping the bottom of her feet ever so gently with a smile as she talked and then he shook his head slightly, "Neh, not really, we didn't get much but what we did I didn't even care for" Which really said alot since Jonathan loved every kind of art in every way, except abstract, it only gave him a headache.
Me: Peyton laughed. "More abstract stuff?" she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and wriggled her toes a little fluttering her toes at the air and leaned into him. She let her head rest on his forehead and kissed him softly. "You should see the stuff we get to study in classes. Vinyl toilets... I just dont get it..." she sighed, shaking her head a little. "So... we should talk." she said softly, pulling her head up and smiling in his eyes. She hoped this went the way she wanted it to. She hoped he wasnt going to be too upset about this. She moved her hand away from his arm again and looked at him in the eyes. "I have a littel game for you, okay?" she asked and nodded, waiting for him to agree. It was corny, of course, but she wasnt really one to blurt out she was pregnant, so she had come up with a more adventerous way to do that.
Your age: way too old
Contact info: here is fine, or sycks@tmail.com
Other characters?: n/a
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Character's name: Peyton Winterberg
Nicknames / aliases: Pey, Peyton
Character's LJ / AIM name: peytonsnotes / musicalpeyton
Character's age & DOB: 24, 04/14/1984
Occupation: VP - Red Brick Records - A&R,
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Portrayal: Hilarie Burton
Distinguishing features: Blonde hair, sweet disposition, has scars on her stomach from surgeries she had when 16.
Personality:
Peyton is a very out going person. She loves her friends and her job, and loves art and music. She is not normally one of the shy kids, much more willing to go out and make herself known in a room then others. Most of her confidence, though, is a facade. She really thinks low of herself since her accident, which left hideous scars on her belly - or hideous to her anyway - and always wears clothes to cover her body up, afraid someone will see them. She has a passion for art and music that most people could never understand, and would be content listening to music and painting for the rest of her life if it would pay the bills.
She is very goal orientated. When she gets an idea or a job in her head, there is no stopping her - she likes to complete tasks almost as soon as she gets them. When it comes to RBR, she has a devotion to see that it succeeds. Her dream, once she realized she was never going to achieve hers, has always been to help someone else achieve their dreams, and when Westley came to her about RBR, she jumped at the chance. She has always wanted to come and share her knowledge and talents with other people. She is not musically inclined herself, however she does have an ear for music. She knows when something is catchy or has a new sound that isn't there yet, and knows how to make it work so it will be a hit.
Peyton has a small problem of speaking before thinking, and it has gotten her into trouble often. She is sassy, smart mouthed, sarcastic, yet sweet and sensitive, loving, caring and romantic. She always dreams of someone (Westley) wisking her off her feet and making all her dreams come true, but knows because of who she is, it will never happen.
Likes:
*music
*vinyl records
*Westley Wyler
*her dog, Bunny
*sushi
*her ipod, which never leaves her body
*traveling
*art
*making sure everyone else is happy
*led zeppelin
*drawing people's faces
*making lists
Dislikes:
*mean people
*violence
*people who talk down to her
*her father
*her ex boyfriend, Brent
*secrets
*being late
*back talk
*lies
*blue food
*any music that is off-key
*two-faced people
*anyone who dates Westley
Secrets/Quirks:
*always turns lights off in a room to conserve energy
*runs an even number of miles every day
*has a secret love of cheesy 90's pop bands
*knows every word to every Spice Girls song
*wants to be a brunette because everyone looks at her as though she's stupid
*has over 10,000 vinyl
Strengths:
*passionate
*determined
*thoughtful
*sensitive
*good listener
*understanding
Weaknesses:
*stubborn
*likes to be right
*has a need to control things, or know that things are being done in the time she wants them done
*emotionally driven (can also be a strength)
*rule follower
*thinks poorly of herself
Family: (if any, list here)
one cousin, the rest of her family is estranged.
History:
Peyton grew up in the mid west, Minnesota to be exact. She grew up in the picture perfect little suburb. Her mom and dad were both hard workers, her dad a lawyer and he mom taught art for the school district. Her dad loved her mom, however had been cheating on her mom with a student intern in his office, who was 10 years older then Peyton, from when this girl was 15.
When Peyton was 6, she was in dance classes and her mom was late to pick her up, she hated being late to classes and was anxiously waiting on the steps. Her mom had run a red light and was killed by a truck who hit her straight on. Her dad and grandparents forgot about her on the front porch and the neighbors’ didn’t see her there until hours later and brought her to the hospital where she found out her mom was dead.
Two weeks to the day her dad started bringing the girl she calls “Tart” around, and as soon as Tart was 18, they got married. Her dad threw out almost everything of the first wife’s - except a record collection and a Christmas tree and trimmings Peyton had saved from trash and hid in her closet.
When Peyton was 12, she met Brent. Her dad liked him because he basically took Peyton out of his hair. Brent was older, and not the nicest guy. To make a graphic story short, he would use things to have sex with her - spoons, sticks, etc. One night when Peyton was 16, he came in high and drunk with his friend and the friend held her down while Brent used a baseball bat to basically rape her. It ended up fracturing her pelvis.
Brent told the hospital they had been jumped by gang members and she had been raped, and since over the years she had mentioned what Brent did to others and no one believed her she kept her mouth shut. Brent was star quarter back, family rich, you know the type. And he was 18. So he left for college at Harvard and Peyton spent the next 6 months in the hospital, having 3 surgeries to rebuild everything. She spent the rest of her time in high school hiding form everyone because she felt she looked hideous, she has 3 large scars on her stomach which she always hides and is completely self conscious of.
She has known Westley Wyler since she can remember. he always lived next door to her. Before the incident with Brent, Westley knew Brent, and was even considered a friend of his. But when Peyton told him what happened, he seemed to take her side, believe her, and always ended up being around, taking her to events, surrounding her when she needed him. It wasn't until after her accident that she started to have feelings for Westley, though fully believes he only sees her as a friend. She has watched him with several relationships over the years, and each one digs into her heart, mostly because she is too afraid to admit to him how she really feels. She has come close a few times, but he usually cuts it short with some other news, further leading her to believe he isn't interested in her.
RP Sample:
Me: Peyton had left work early, having a late afternoon doctors appointment to confirm what she was actually a little nervous about - pregnancy. She knew it was dangerous for her to have kids anyway, but that there was always the chance, but she had assumed with Jonathan, they would take things slower, get married, have their carreers settled, etc. But instead, she was in college, working in a coffee shop, and now going to have to find a way to make this work too - with the fears her doctors were already putting into her head about bed rest and not too much exercise, and excitement, and strict diets and everyting. It was overwhelming fgor anyone, not to mention someone who was honestly going through things. She walked up the steps and down the hall to his apartment and took a deep breath. She had spent the better part of two hours trying to decide how to tell him. She had he bookbag over her shoulder with some clothes in it to stay the night. She was there most nights anyway, it seemed silly to have two apartments still, but they hadnt officially maade that move in step just yet. She knew she loved Jonathan, shhe knew she wanted to marry him one day. It was just one of those weird grey areas she could paint beautifuly, but trying to explain them and she was lost. She held a brown paper bag with handles in her hands, filled with a few things for him, hoping he would play her little game with her. She knocked on his door then opened it with ehr key like she always did and walked in. "Honey, Im home." she said, teasingly in the worst ricky Ricardo accent ever, and slipped her bag off her shoulders. she wore jeans and a white long sleeve shirt, with a black t-shirt over it and black chuck taylors, but had a grey peacoat on over it all and slipped that off and hung it on a hook by the door before bending over to slip her shoes off then walked into the kitchen to grab a water.
Them: Jonathan worked mostly early hours, having a job at the local art museum was nice for him because they let him off around 3 every day and he didn't mind busying himself around his apartment for the few hours he'd wait for Peyton to get off work. Today was no different as he laid on the couch in his rather clean apartment, sprawled across from one arm to the other. He wore gym-type shorts and an old high school t-shirt, one arm behind his head and the other dangling off the couch, the remote in hand flipping through channels, nothing decent was ever on before 9pm. He lifted his head just slightly when he heard Peyton and laughed softly, lifting himself up and bringing his legs in as he did, one hanging off the couch now and foot placed on the floor and one bent into him as he straightened his back out a bit, "How was your day, love?" He called when he heard her in the kitchen.
Me: Peyton grabbed a bottle of water and unscrewed the cap, walking into the living room with the bag still in her hands and laughed when she saw his position. "You would so win laziest boyfriend in the world awards, you know." she teased, walking around the couch and sat down in his lap, sprawling her legs outt along the couch, wriggling her toes. "Would you take my socks off? My toes need to breathe..." she asked in an almost singsongy voice and batted her lashes at him, trying to look sweet and innocent. She grinned, leaning her head in and kissed his cheek softly then hugged the brown bag to her chest, waiting for him to ask about it before she started to share what was inside it. "My day was okay. a little long, but other then that, it was alright. What about yours? Get any new art in that Id wanna see?" she asked, their usual banter.
Them: Jonathan laughed and shrugged slightly at his position, "What can I say?" He smiled and squeezed one of her legs just at the calf gently before doing as requested, like he could deny her, even if he wanted, anything anyway when she asked in such a way she had, no matter how long they'd been together and will be together he'll always deem her the cutest thing he's ever set eyes on. He slipped her socks off, folded them together and tossed them at the floor, slapping the bottom of her feet ever so gently with a smile as she talked and then he shook his head slightly, "Neh, not really, we didn't get much but what we did I didn't even care for" Which really said alot since Jonathan loved every kind of art in every way, except abstract, it only gave him a headache.
Me: Peyton laughed. "More abstract stuff?" she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and wriggled her toes a little fluttering her toes at the air and leaned into him. She let her head rest on his forehead and kissed him softly. "You should see the stuff we get to study in classes. Vinyl toilets... I just dont get it..." she sighed, shaking her head a little. "So... we should talk." she said softly, pulling her head up and smiling in his eyes. She hoped this went the way she wanted it to. She hoped he wasnt going to be too upset about this. She moved her hand away from his arm again and looked at him in the eyes. "I have a littel game for you, okay?" she asked and nodded, waiting for him to agree. It was corny, of course, but she wasnt really one to blurt out she was pregnant, so she had come up with a more adventerous way to do that.