Post by Jo Dixon; on May 29, 2008 20:43:37 GMT -5
Misty Dawn Jo Dixon
the way they hit her I just stop and stare
T H E B A S I C S ;;
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T H E B A S I C S ;;
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First Name: Misty
Middle Name: Dawn Jo (yes, she has two)
Last Name: Dixon
Nickname(s): With an utter despisal for her name, which sounds straight off an episode of the Beverly Hillbillies if you are to ask her, she sticks by simple Jo. Misty and Dawn, particularly together, just make her shiver.
DOB: January 27th
Age: Twenty
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
A P P E A R A N C E ;;
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Face Claim: Lindsay Lohan
Natural Hair Color: Naturally, she's a red head.
Current Hair Color: Let's just say, Jo likes dying her hair. Like a lot. To the point where it looks so ridiculous no one can define the color.
Eye Color: A rich green.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 126lbs, the last time she went to a doctor. Since then she's sort of gone on a, uh... diet.
Birth Marks: Except for her over-generous speckling of freckles, none to speak of.
Piercings: Two piercings in her ear lobe, and one in her left ear's cartilage. She keeps thinking about getting her nose done as well.
Tattoos: She was smashed when she had a medium-sized red heart tatooed on her hip.
P E R S O N A L I T Y ;;
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Likes:
- Singing in the shower.
- Boys.
- Pigeons, sort of weird but she likes the filthy things.
- Football, just to clarify, watching it on TV. Nothing like hot guys running around in tight pants and sweating...
- Running; this serves the double purpose of drawing attention to her chest and maybe she can shed a few more pounds.
- That little rush when you lose a pound.
- Battleship, remember that silly old game with the pegs?
- Her grandmother, who's oddly one of the few members of her family that don't call her some nasty name when they talk.
- Older men, sort of a fetish of hers, though the young ones are just as good.
- Sex.
Dislikes:
- Having to trust people.
- Perfectionists.
- Confrontations, particularly if they involve an angry woman who's boyfriend she's stolen.
- Being told what to do.
- When guys try to do strip teases.
- Breaking a nail.
- Waxing her legs.
- Drag Queens.
- When she forgets what lies she's already told, and then gets caught.
- Getting turned down.
- Death of celebrities she really likes.
- Goody-two-shoes pop music.
Bad Habits:
- Randomly hooking up with some guy and then feeling awful afterwards.
- Making a clicking noise with her tongue that bugs people.
Hobbies:
- Shopping, regardless of whether or not she has any money.
- Clubbing, always a good choice.
Introvert or Extrovert? Extrovert.
W H O Y O U A R E ;;
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Parents:
- Tad Dixon: (40) father; they don't really talk as Tad finds Jo an embarrasment.
- Kim Pennington; (39) mother; surprisingly close to her daughter, they talk all the time.
Siblings: None.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hometown: Happyland, Oklahoma (Yes, that's a real place.)
Education: Highschool Diploma, which is some strange miracle as her grades were really crappy.
History: The eighties, a time of horrible hair, horrible clothes, but great times. This is the time Jo's tale begins. Most of her earliest memories involve her mother, a tiny woman who wore beads in her hair. When she was only a week old little Jo was strapped to her mother's back in a harness and taken to a peace rally. Jo's mother Kim was young, a proponent of free love, and was banking on becoming a famous author some day. Her boyfriend, Tad, was equally young, and on academic probation around the time Jo was born. By the time Jo was one he and Kim had broken up.
Through the age of five things were much the same, her mom writing and occasionally able to sell something that was published which amazingly put food on the table, or floor as the case may be seeing as how Kim believed tables were symbols of hierarchy. Jo started school, her hair matted and kind of gross, her attire consisting of whatever the five year old felt like wearing. Her mother felt this encouraged free expression. Instantly Jo became an outsider to the kids in school, and that was that. A tearful Jo was frequently coming home crying. With that Kim pulled her out of school to be homeschooled for a while.
It wasn't until the age of nine that things began to change for Jo. Her mother, who continued to write up a storm and hope to get published, had finally written a book that someone would publish. A book that could be found only in the "Adult" section of a book store did surprisingly well, and it seemed Kim had found her niche. She wrote several more books of the same theme, raking in the money. Two years later she was extended an offer to write for Cosmopolitan magazine.
By now they were pretty well off and no longer struggling to earn money. No one in the small town knew exactly what Miss Pennington wrote, they simply knew she was a writer, and it had been explained to Jo that she wasn't supposed to tell anyone what her mother did for a living.
The summer before ninth grade it was decided that Jo would be returning to public school. By now she was less of a freak, her mother's free set of magazines including a copy of cosmoGIRL!, which helped in the fashion department. As a matter of fact she was shaping up to be quite lovely, but this was Jo's downfall. She quickly became a part of the popular crowd in her small town, and it wasn't long before she began to discover she was a lot like her mother. She quickly got into partying, enjoying the dancing and the music, and before long she'd discovered that if you hit on the right guy the party didn't have to stop, if you know what I mean.
Her father found his daughter quite embarrasing, but her mother encouraged it. In fact they were so close Kim often pressed for details of her daughter's blooming sexuality and Jo supplied her with them. It only encouraged the young woman's promiscuity, and throughout high school she earned a reputation, good in some crowds, bad in others. But then high school came to an end and Jo was tossed out into a world of options. She had no chance at college, and the places she applied to around town wouldn't hire her. Which was when she decided she needed to get out of Happyville. Watching the news one night they showed a story on Seattle, and she decided it was the place for her...
Random childhood memory: "Well my mom has always had weird friends, back from the days when they used to protest the Cold War. Anyway, so one night when I was thirteen my mom had "the girls" over to play cards and chat. So I left the house and walked down to the gas station to buy a slushie. When I came back like fifteen minutes later, my mom and her friends were all liquored up and one of them, Kristie, was naked in the middle of the table. She was reciting some sort of poetry about the wind and pouring chocolate syrup all over herself. I swear it was so weird!"
Random Memory: "Gosh, I guess it was a year or two ago. Anyway, I was just out, having a good time, and this really old guy waves me over and wants me to give him a lap dance. Now being sort of picky I was like, uh, no. So then he flashes a one hundred dollar bill and tells me he'll pay generously. I like freaked because seriously, I'm not a hooker. It totally ticked me off, and since then I haven't dressed quite so risque at clubs."
Random Fact: "I smoked for around six months when I was seventeen."
O T H E R ;;
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Living Situation: Somewhat decent one bedroom apartment.
Vehicle: None. She walks or takes the bus.
Pets: Angelina; gray four year old short haired cat.
T H E R E A L Y O U ;;
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Name/Alias: Lark, yeah, it's me. I swear I am not stalking you guys, hehe.
Years Role playing: I think I'm up to six months now...
Random Fact: I once flashed some people on shore off my uncle's boat. (And my aunt did it too!)
T H E E N D ;;
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Anything Else? I started this bio at 3 PM, it is now 8 PM. *falls over*
Sample Post: [off Brinley, obviously]
A young woman with long blond hair slowly walked down the aisle of the staff barn. Her blond locks hung in loose curls about her shoulders, the way it was naturally, not something she'd spent all morning trying to fix. She certainly hadn't the time for that, not as of late anyway. A white blouse with vertical light pink stripes down it accentuated her curves, not overly so as she was not looking for a man, she already had her prince, but just enough that she looked quite attractive. Jeans that were a fairly dark blue with only a bit of fading over the thighs covered her long legs. Muscle from years of riding was still there despite being grounded for a long nine months. The toes of black field boots were visible from where they were hidden by her jeans. She didn't know if she'd even get the chance to ride today, but she had worn them anyway. White gold diamond stud earrings were hidden by her hair, but when it was pushed behind her ear they were noticeable. They had been a gift, from the very man she was here to see.
Her most prominent "accessory" of sorts though was an infant carrier in her right hand and the trendy diaper bag tossed over her left shoulder. At first glance one might not take it to be so, it looked more like a large purse, but the name "Beatrice" was monogrammed on it and most of the people at Brinley knew that was not the young woman's name. Rather it was the name belonging to her three week old daughter, after her paternal grandmother, the movie star. What a funny life that little girl would live. Few would believe some of the people that were in her family were actually in it, but it was very much true. Her parents were well known three-day eventers and her grandfather was a big time lawyer, her grandmother a famous movie star. Oh and mummy owned a record label as well. The whole thing was quite insane when one sat down and actually thought about it, but that was Nora McElroy's life as well as the life of her daughter and boyfriend.
The staff barn was pretty much vacant as of this moment, with the exception of some of the horses who were in for various reasons. The woman's foot falls were heard by a chestnut gelding in stall number four, her gelding for that matter, and the horse's head extended into the aisle as he looked out, pressing his weight against the stall guard. He let out an overly happy nicker at the sight of Nora, glad to see his owner who he'd probably thought was gone for good. She'd seen him last week actually, but Chevy always had been a little on the needy side. She was surprised he hadn't pulled any insane stunts around here in her absence, well at least none she'd heard of, so if anything they'd been minor. The gelding was famous for the thirteen years he'd been wreaking havoc in barns on two continents, for which he seemed quite proud of his legacy as whenever he was scolded for such she could swear that he laughed.
Nora set down the infant carrier and diaper bag, the baby's big brown eyes gazing at the horse curiously as Nora greeted her gelding, "Hey big guy." A white nose bumped Nora's stomach and the horse gave her a funny look. He'd grown use to having an owner with a huge belly and now it was just suddenly missing and he couldn't wrap his mind around that. He rubbed his head against her shoulder, leaving pieces of red and white hair on her shirt but as of right now that didn't concern her. She reached into the diaper bag, which was also her purse now that she was a mum, and she plucked out a plastic bag containing a few baby carrots, offering them to the horse who snatched them up greedily as though another horse might come along and eat them.
It was then that the horse's dark eyes caught sight of the infant who had been looking up at him all along. His head cocked to the side and his nose lowered a bit, not too near and he took in her scent, before drawing his head back. That was a human, at least he thought so, but why the heck was it so small and funny looking? Now that Nora thought about it she wasn't sure the horse had seen a baby up close in his life as the last time Nora had visited him the child had been sleeping with a blanket covering her carrier. Nora picked the baby up into her arms and Chevy looked at the tiny thing warily. Beatrice though seemed to feel no fear toward the gelding, one of her tiny hands extending curiously. Nora carefully watched the chestnut for any signs he might bite or cause some other harm to her child, but he slowly took a step forward again, gently touching her tiny palm with his nose. The baby cooed, the dark eyes she'd gotten from her father widening.
"So are you going to be the next great eventer in this family," Nora questioned her daughter as the gelding turned and ripped a bite of hay from his net, chewing as he kept his eyes on the blond with the dark headed baby. She knew she'd be accepting of most paths her little girl might decide to go down, except maybe something asinine like pole dancing, but she had to admit she liked the thought of Beatrice following in her parents' footsteps. Speaking of which she was reminded as of why she was here, which was to have lunch with Noah as they'd agreed this morning. Nora got a little sick of all the cooing and gurgling all day so occasionally over the last couple weeks she'd come and eaten lunch with him and had an actual adult conversation, which was a nice reprieve.
Nora smiled at her daughter who was still watching Chevy with piqued curiosity and kissed her cheek, "We need to go and find Daddy," she said quietly as she adjusted the baby. Their little girl could put a bit of a strain on both of them, but at the same time she'd also made their love stronger. Nora couldn't look at her daughter without feeling a sense of overwhelming love toward Noah for giving that sweet beautiful little girl to her. There were still moments where Nora had a bit of regret, but those moments were overshadowed by the times late at night when she and Noah were laying there, trying to get back to sleep after Bea had woken them up. He'd move closer to her and put his arm around her and whisper 'I love you' as he kissed the side of her head through her hair. It was in those moments that Nora had no regrets for the way her life was because she knew in light of her mistakes everything would be just fine.
