Post by robert davis jackson on Feb 29, 2012 16:11:02 GMT -5
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*RobertDavisJackson,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M Vendi AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR nine years SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT ME UP AT brittaniwinae@yahoo.com AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
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FULL NAME Robert Davis Jackson
AGE Twenty
GRADE College Sophmore
OCCUPATION Not Available
SEXUALITY whatever floats his boat (can go either or/bi-sexual)
BIRTHDAY April 7th
OVERALL APPEARANCE
LIKES
- earth
- mocha latte's
- all things animals and animal rights
- moccasins
- tattoos
- cabbage
- maroon
- music
- shoe laces
- reading the news paper
- sunlight
- smiling
- meeting new people
- having six blankets on in the cold winter while watching television
- healthy television dinners
- game shows
- learning other languages
- spending hard earned money
- spending money his parents have worked hard for
- spending hard earned money on other people
- spending money on useless junk
- spending money on important things like coffee
- gardening
- flowers
- useless information
- cell phones
- sugar
- giant, ridiculous slippers with stuffed animals on them
- ankle socks
- smelling nice
- people who smell nice
- being clean with good hygiene
- brushing his teeth with toothpaste that tastes like bubblegum
- orange soda
- valentine's day
- Christmas
- National Smiley Day
- having pets
- shiny things
- guitar
- poems
- writing lyrics
- feeding his pets so they don't die
- spending money on things his pets don't need
- spending money on things his pets do need
- secretly following around someone he likes to find out more information about them
- chocolate ice cream
- taking pictures
- framing pictures
- editing pictures
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DISLIKES
- oranges
- olive juice
- people who run away from their fears instead of facing them
- falling off of stuff
- snobby people
- animal abuse
- pollution
- global warming
- dull things
- rejection
- falling off of things
- writers block
- places that ban guitar playing
- death
- grim reapers
- frowning
- stress
- being followed by random people in black trench coats through dark alleys at night
- when parks don't have swings
- fishermen
- people who kill bugs
- haters
- people who kill other people
- when stores are sold out of chocolate ice cream
- homophobia
- breaking crayons
- being in pain
- not being taken seriously in a serious situation
- being taken seriously when he's just joking
- people who don't consider music an art
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STRENGTHS
- Guitar Talent
- Vocal Talent
- Good Self Esteem
- Good at weaving
- Knitting
- Passion for animals and nature
- Makes wicked nachos
- Bravery
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WEAKNESSES
- Emotional on the subject of his sister's death
- Seeks too much approval where it will never be given
- Sort of hyper
- Can be clumsy
- Falls in love too easy
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PERSONALITY
HISTORY
RP EXAPMLE
In Marae's opinion, night time was the best time to take a trip to the park. It was the least crowded time to be there, which filled the air with far less noise then usual. She loved being able to hear the sounds of crickets and bunnies hopping around in the bushes. It made the world we live in today seem better, like all the sorrows didn't exist. Marae couldn't think of a better use of time then to go to the park during the nights she couldn't sleep. It was so much nicer then be crammed up in her room with the broken window. Out here she could get fresh air, and who doesn't appreciate fresh air?
Marae let out a peaceful sigh as she walked through the park with her fluffy pink blanket and hard cover book held close to her chest in her arms. She was looking for a different spot to sit down then her usual place underneath an old oak tree. She felt like mixing things up a little. As her father always said, It's the little things we change in our day to day lives that make for the most happiest in the morning after. Other then a few amazing hair stylists, Marae's dad could be considered her hero. He knew just what to say at every moment no matter what you could lay on the table, and he always supported every crazy dream Marae had ever had. Even during her darker times when she tried an illegal thing or two, he still didn't judge her. He, instead, gave her a few words of wisdom to pull her through. She only wished her mother could have been just as supportive.
Marae shook her head. This wasn't the time to think of such things. She was in an amazing, peaceful place, and she wasn't going to dis-honor it's vibe with her negative energy. That would be cruel of her.
A bird that should have been sleeping made a chirp. She scanned around, and she found the little tan bird in the middle of what was usually the baseball field. Wondering what the bird was doing there, she walked over to it, only to scare it off. Marae frowned, but she knew it was unlikely that the bird was going to be her new friend.
Deciding to settle, Marae laid her pink, fluffy blanket down in the middle of the baseball field where the bird was. The little creature obviously thought this was a nice spot for some reason, so she thought she'd give it a try. She set her book down, and laid there for a moment, soaking in the beauty of the stars in the night sky above her. Today was totally a perfect night to be out here. There were more stars then she could even count.
After a few minutes, Marae sat up and picked up her book. She pulled her book-light out of her light purple sweater and opened her book to the page she was on before attaching it to the back of her hard-covered fairy book. Her light was a clip, then the spring, and then the shape of a cute little green frog where the light bulb was. She had plenty of book lights, but this one was her favorite. Her first crush from when she was around ten years old had given it to her as a birthday gift. She loved how it reminded her of her youth, and how innocent she perceived the world to be those days. The kids may have been cruel, but the rest of the world was full of possibilities. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to go back, though she doubted she would bother changed anything.
When Marae was younger, she was often teased for being a little different then the rest of the kids. She was always wearing way to much pink and listening to rock music her dad played in the car as a daily thing. Kids also loved to harp on her for her hair seeing as how she cut it and styled it herself. Back in those days, she wasn't nearly as talented as she was now. It made her believe the boy who gave her the book light was forced to by his parents or something of the sort. Some days she swore she could have been mistaken for a poodle when she got a hold of her mother's curling iron. Her mother never wanted to let her go to school looking as she did, but her father insisted expressing herself at an early age was good for development. Her mother still blamed her father for her odd looks today.
Thinking about her past made Marae smile and laugh to herself. Come to think of it, she really didn't find her current self much different from her ten year old self. Sure, her hair was much better, she was smarter, and a whole lot less innocent, but she still felt she was the same. Her dreams hadn't changed nor did her fashion sense. Well, now she could also tell the difference between most of the people faking being her friend and those who actually were. In those situations sometimes she considered her knowledge and memory a curse, because a lot of people, specifically boys, liked to use her to get test answers and try to get her to do her homework. She was getting better at now falling for any tall, handsome guy pretending to hit on her though. She had made a goal to no longer be naive when guys were involved.
Marae coughed, and she heard something made a clink against the fence. She assumed it was just an animal passing through. There really wasn't another explanation for it, seeing as she was all alone.
Looking down at her book, Marae finally ended her long train of thought and began to read.
Marae let out a peaceful sigh as she walked through the park with her fluffy pink blanket and hard cover book held close to her chest in her arms. She was looking for a different spot to sit down then her usual place underneath an old oak tree. She felt like mixing things up a little. As her father always said, It's the little things we change in our day to day lives that make for the most happiest in the morning after. Other then a few amazing hair stylists, Marae's dad could be considered her hero. He knew just what to say at every moment no matter what you could lay on the table, and he always supported every crazy dream Marae had ever had. Even during her darker times when she tried an illegal thing or two, he still didn't judge her. He, instead, gave her a few words of wisdom to pull her through. She only wished her mother could have been just as supportive.
Marae shook her head. This wasn't the time to think of such things. She was in an amazing, peaceful place, and she wasn't going to dis-honor it's vibe with her negative energy. That would be cruel of her.
A bird that should have been sleeping made a chirp. She scanned around, and she found the little tan bird in the middle of what was usually the baseball field. Wondering what the bird was doing there, she walked over to it, only to scare it off. Marae frowned, but she knew it was unlikely that the bird was going to be her new friend.
Deciding to settle, Marae laid her pink, fluffy blanket down in the middle of the baseball field where the bird was. The little creature obviously thought this was a nice spot for some reason, so she thought she'd give it a try. She set her book down, and laid there for a moment, soaking in the beauty of the stars in the night sky above her. Today was totally a perfect night to be out here. There were more stars then she could even count.
After a few minutes, Marae sat up and picked up her book. She pulled her book-light out of her light purple sweater and opened her book to the page she was on before attaching it to the back of her hard-covered fairy book. Her light was a clip, then the spring, and then the shape of a cute little green frog where the light bulb was. She had plenty of book lights, but this one was her favorite. Her first crush from when she was around ten years old had given it to her as a birthday gift. She loved how it reminded her of her youth, and how innocent she perceived the world to be those days. The kids may have been cruel, but the rest of the world was full of possibilities. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to go back, though she doubted she would bother changed anything.
When Marae was younger, she was often teased for being a little different then the rest of the kids. She was always wearing way to much pink and listening to rock music her dad played in the car as a daily thing. Kids also loved to harp on her for her hair seeing as how she cut it and styled it herself. Back in those days, she wasn't nearly as talented as she was now. It made her believe the boy who gave her the book light was forced to by his parents or something of the sort. Some days she swore she could have been mistaken for a poodle when she got a hold of her mother's curling iron. Her mother never wanted to let her go to school looking as she did, but her father insisted expressing herself at an early age was good for development. Her mother still blamed her father for her odd looks today.
Thinking about her past made Marae smile and laugh to herself. Come to think of it, she really didn't find her current self much different from her ten year old self. Sure, her hair was much better, she was smarter, and a whole lot less innocent, but she still felt she was the same. Her dreams hadn't changed nor did her fashion sense. Well, now she could also tell the difference between most of the people faking being her friend and those who actually were. In those situations sometimes she considered her knowledge and memory a curse, because a lot of people, specifically boys, liked to use her to get test answers and try to get her to do her homework. She was getting better at now falling for any tall, handsome guy pretending to hit on her though. She had made a goal to no longer be naive when guys were involved.
Marae coughed, and she heard something made a clink against the fence. She assumed it was just an animal passing through. There really wasn't another explanation for it, seeing as she was all alone.
Looking down at her book, Marae finally ended her long train of thought and began to read.
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