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aimee jane nolan the name is AIMEE JANE NOLAN and i've been singing my songs for SEVENTEEN AND A HALF years. i'm from WINCHESTER, TENNESSEE but somehow ended up here at NORTHWOOD HIGH. call me crazy, but i'm here to stay. there's some things that i regret,
your name/alias: maya/fera your age: eighteen in two weeks rp experience: about seven year’s worth other characters: none yet. J how'd you hear about us: through the wonderful world of kiki 
some words i wish had gone unsaid,
character's full name: Aimee Jane Nelson nicknames: None, she prefers not to have them. age: 17 and ½ grade: Senior canon or random: Random
some starts that had some bitter endings,
hair color: Dishwater blonde eye color: Blue body type: Petite markings/piercings: One piercing in each ear. appearance: Not afraid to show off how she looks, Aimee Nelson stands at the approximate height of five foot and four inches, and weighs near 130 pounds, which gives her a curvy, yet delicately petite body frame. For her age and maturity level, she’s considered highly attractive, at least to those whom she has dated in the past. Her face is almost childish looking, with a giant smile that subtracts about seven years out of her appearance (not necessarily a good thing, at least in her mind). Her oval-shaped eyes are a bright blue, almost a sapphire color, and choose to sometimes turn brown whenever she’s being photographed. Her nose is a bit too upturned to be socially classified as ‘perfect’, instead, giving her a somewhat mousey appearance. Her lips, a little less than full, but not thin enough to be called thin.
Her dishwater blonde hair hangs just a half an inch below her shoulder level, in an shagged, uneven style. Most of the time, she has her hair styled perfectly – either a fully drawn back ponytail, completely straightened, or a half-curl – so she can feel acceptable for school. When she’s doing her artwork, her hair is pulled up halfway into a ponytail, getting the hair out of her eyes and somewhat off her neck. The rare times whenever she gets dressed up, however, is a different story entirely. Aimee usually ends up with a french twist, or something as equally elegant looking, when looking to couple with an evening gown.
Aimee can wear, in her mind, anything she chooses – so she does. For school, she usually ends up buying tighter jeans and somewhat low tops, in any color humanly possible, to show off what she has of a figure. Half the time, she buys things that look more high fashion than she can wear herself, like capris – which don’t look good with her height – and stiletto heels, which give her more trouble than anything else. However, whenever she’s alone, away from her friends, and working on her artwork, she ends up a little less than clean. Overalls, large white tops, and old ratty jeans are the main component of her wardrobe during these times, along with several pairs of flip-flops that usually only come out during her summer vacations.
Her one and only downfall when it comes to choosing her wardrobe is that she loves accessories. Whether it be jewelry, handbags, or hats, Aimee tends to stock up on them whenever she finds them. She wears hats whenever she’s allowed to, even if it’s just wearing it onto the school grounds. She always wears bright, colorful beads as necklaces – and many of them at one time – and either thick, chunky bracelets, or tiny, flexible ones to match. On her ears, she can be found with either hoop or dangly earrings, both of which she covets above all else. Her handbags are a different story however. Taking up nearly all of her shelf space in her closet, she has one bag for each color of the rainbow, a pink handbag, three black purses, and an assortment of polka-dotted or striped backpacks. played by: Kristen Bell
been some bad times i've been through,
likes: color, art – anything to do with art, music (especially classical), coffee, stars, happiness, variety, flowers, being with friends, boys, shopping, and chocolate. dislikes: Loud noises, mud, thunderstorms, bugs, things staying the same, big cars, working, leaving voicemails, pain, her parents, her siblings, and bottlecaps. fears: Needles:: Ever since Aimee had her very first shot as a child, she’s been desperately afraid of needles – to the point of her either crying or persuading her doctor to let her take pills instead. Loud noises:: Whether it be screeching or the sound of thunder, Aimee absolutely cannot stand loud noises. If something gets too loud, she either complains about it until someone turns it down (if it’s music), or covers her ears until it’s done. goals: One:: _To Become an Accomplished Artist_ Aimee’s main goal in life, currently, is to advance her art career. She loves drawing – and is good at it as well. She has full support from her family and her few friends that know about her art talent. Two:: _To Get a Boyfriend_ Aimee’s secondary goal – more of a personal survey mark for her – is to get a boyfriend. At her current age, she’s never even had a date, or kissed a boy. secrets: hush – SECRETS! Aimee’s one and only secret that she holds close to herself is the fact that she knew her older sister, Delaine, was going to kill herself, and didn’t do anything about it. She doesn’t necessarily feel bad about the fact, however, no one knows that Aimee knew. And, she intends on keeping it that way. quirks/habits: She taps her foot on the floor repeatedly whenever impaitent, or bored, and always leaves one part of her room messy whenever she cleans it – it frustrates her mom, and keeps her sane. random facts: - The reason that Aimee dislikes bottlecaps is because her sister, Delaine, used to keep a drawer full of them, for no reason at all. They remind her of her sister. - Aimee loves pickles – only dill pickles, though. personality: The main thing that Aimee holds above any other standard possible is variety. She doesn’t feel like something should be the same every day – whether it’s changing where she goes after school, or who she hangs out with, she can nearly always be found in a different spot at least once a week. In her mind, if you have to go there twice, your life is boring. This, among a couple of other reasons, could be the main reason why Aimee hates school. She hates the fact that she has to go to the same classes, with the same teachers, at the same time. So, instead, she creats variety in her artwork.
Aimee’s artistic personality is the one thing that differentiates her from the rest of her classmates. If it’s Art Club – she’s there. If it’s Theatre Club – she’s there. She loves anything to do with the arts, whether it be singing in the choir, performing in a play, or showing off her next best artwork, she tries to be involved in it. She even loves creative writing. So, whenever she’s asked to do something, or to go somewhere, she always has something creative to say about it. It could be as small as driving five minutes out of the way to go the scenic route, or taking photographs of her friends in the oddest places – she always has something going on. She continues it in the way she looks, in the way she poses, in the way she talks. She absolutely loves to talk in accents, as well.
As a person, Aimee is very colorful. She’s bubbly, and happy, at all times. She’s never afraid to put a smile on her face and cheer people up in whatever way possible. She’s absolutely friendly at all times, never mean or coldhearted, but she’s always honest. Her favorite trait in a human being is loyalty – she holds her friends above her own wellbeing, even when she’s possibly on the verge of death – not that she knows what it’s like to be on the verge of death, but she figures she’d do it anyways. All in all, Aimee is very kind, compassionate, and happy – the components to a good, healthy teenaged girl.
damage that i can not undo,
birthdate: October 24th hometown: Winchester, Tennessee financial status: Upper class. father: James Lee Nelson // 46 // Currently unemployed, ex-doctor. mother: Katherine Jane Nelson // 42 // Plastic Surgeon siblings: Delaine Toni Nelson // would be 21 // deceased George Thomas Nelson // 17 // adopted Katherine Jane Nelson, Jr. // 9 twin #1 Jacob David Nelson // 9 twin #2 history: October leaves were always Katherine Nelson Sr.’s favorite thing, next to children. This, in retrospect, allowed Aimee to become her favorite child, and she was. From the day she was born, Aimee Jane Nelson always had anything she ever wished for, and this fact became the most hated thing to ever come between her and her siblings. Their first born, Delaine, was quickly forgotten in the rush – an act that changed the way that their lives were run many, many years down the line.
During Aimee’s raising – which may have been a bit more spoiled than both her older sister and her adopted brother, George – who was adopted a mere nine months after Aimee was born – she was raised to be a socialite. Which was rather funny, at least in Aimee’s eyes ten years down the road, because in the town she lived in, a socialite didn’t quite fit in. She worked her way through elementary school – in which the twins, Katherine Jr. and Jacob were born – and halfway through middle school before begging her parents to move. At first, they resisted, which caused Aimee to beg harder and gave her a reason to dislike her parents. However, eventually they did – to Northwood.
Aimee, at first, didn’t like Northwood as much as she thought, or rather, not at all. However, by the time she reached high school at age 14, she loved it. She began to fit into a group of people, for the first time in her life, and felt like she could finally be the person she wanted to be. She took up the arts, starring in her first play when she was 15. Her family members either loved or hated her at this point – some more than others. However, as the tide turned, and Aimee grew to be sixteen, get her first car, get her liscence, and all-in-all be the center of attention, things changed for the absolute worst.
A week and two days after Aimee turned sixteen, or rather, on November 2, the most unlikely thing happened – Delaine Nelson was found hanging from the ceiling fan in her bedroom, at 12:32pm. She was found, of course, by Aimee herself, whom had been told a few days earlier that Delaine was going to kill herself. With the knowledge in hand, she chose to do nothing, to say nothing about it – she never really had grown to care for her older sister. The suicide, however, hit the entire family hard. Her parents began to be depressed, giving less and less attention to any of their children. Aimee began to be the leader of the house, using her parent’s paychecks to pay for clothing and the such, things that Katherine and James forgot to get. With Aimee’s shopping habits, though, the younger children ended up with cheaper clothing, while Aimee herself ended up with the more expensive, better looking clothing. James lost his job as a doctor at the local hospital, choosing instead to say home and help watch the younger children.
Now, as Aimee has officially reached her half-birthday, her half-milestone to her eighteenth birthday, her excitement has grown – spending her eighteenth year as a senior at Northwood High. She felt that this was the year for both her and the things she wanted to achieve – and she was ready to take it on, no matter what.
some things i wish i could do all over again,
read the rules: -adminedit- anything else to share: Just a note about Aimee & her relationship with her sister (since I know that if I was an admin, I’d ask about this) – She never really had a good relationship with her sister. At all. In fact, she probably hated her. When she found out (She read Delaine’s journal, the meanie), she didn’t exactly think that Delaine was going to go through with it. However, when it did happen, Aimee slipped into this state of denial – it wasn’t her fault, there was nothing she could do. Sure, she feels bad a little, but in the end, they had this massive sibling hate system going that for the longest time, she didn’t care. I think a little while further into Aimee’s character, she’s going to end up really missing her sister, and feeling really awful about it. And, just to add – Delaine decided to kill herself because she didn’t feel like she was part of the family, and that’s all she wanted. In retrospect, it was because Aimee got all the attention, once the little ones were old enough to fend for themselves. Just to clear some things up. It didn’t look right, explaining it in the history.
member title:&&art.forBREAKFAST&& roleplay sample:
| CODE | One splash, then another – merely just the sound of paint splattering against a fresh, new canvas. This sound, and the smell that came along with it – that of oil-based paint – was Aimee Jane Nelson’s favorite scent. Ever. No doubt about it. It was part of many reasons why she absolutely loved to do art. That, and it made her happy of course. However, her current piece of artwork didn’t make her happy, mainly because it resembled her least favorite thing in the world - Bottlecaps. Why, in the end, did it always have to end in bottlecaps? Almost on cue, a long, slithering line of bottlecaps clashed off of her dresser to the floor. With a sigh, Aimee picked up the bottlecap necklace and laid it on her dresser. Bottlecaps had always been Delaine’s thing, and now that she was gone – it was like a ghost was coming back to torture her, or something. Every time Aimee threw away the damn necklace, it always, [i]always[/i] came back. It was a neverending bloody cycle. She didn’t know, either, why the sight of the necklace saddened her so much – she’d always hated Delaine. Right?
With a sigh, Aimee plopped on the edge of her extra-cushioned queen sized bed – complete with a red, orange, yellow, and white artistic looking bedspread – looking at the necklace resignedly. It seemed like it had been only yesterday since she’d walked into her older sister’s room, wanting to borrow her nail polish, and found her hanging – HANGING – from the older girl’s ceiling fan, gently drifting around in circles.
[i]”Aims, are you in there? Mom said that she wants you to take out the garbage”[/i]
The voice of her seventeen year old adopted brother – who was half-black and looked nothing like either of their parents – shocked her back into the real world. Aimee looked up with a sigh, and then down to her clothing. Seriously, like she was in the right clothing to be seen out in [i]public[/i]? She stood up, brushing some of the neon orange paint off of her right pants leg, looking back up at the door with an irritated look, and speaking with even more of an irritated tone.
“Tell her I’ll do it later, I’m not proper!” she said with a raised voice, just enough so George could hear her on the other side of the door.
As Aimee started to make her way over to her carefully organised closet with the intention to make a change of clothes, her lovely orange enV – she’s had Verizon service ever since she could count to two hundred – started playing off her text message ringtone, “Love Song”, by Sara Bareilles. Instantly, she dashed over to it, reading the message from her friend, pleading her to come over – fashion emergencies were the best kind of emergencies. Quicker than before, she changed into a pair of tight jeans and a white tanktop, throwing all of her beaded necklaces over her head while picking up her thick, chunky bracelets.
“I have to go Mom, Cassie needs me!” she shouted, throwing open her door and running down the stairs, taking off outside before anyone had a chance to complain – she’d have to remember to thank Cassie later.
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