Post by flyhasface on Mar 13, 2010 14:33:39 GMT -5
JACQUELINE RENEÉ HARPER
Name: Jacqueline Reneé Harper
Nicknames: Jackie, Jacks, Harper
Age: Twenty
Date of Birth: April 3rd
Grade: Junior
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: Ukrainian-Canadian
Home Town: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Degree: Music
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--- CANDID When it comes to eloquence, platitudes, and manners; bitch don’t give a fuck. She never took to the retiringly sweet wallflower thing. The dishonesty of it never sat well with her because she’s a person that no matter the amount of practice applied in that direction, can’t pretend to be something she’s not. You just bought a new hair clip? She’s not going to grin and lie through her teeth by saying how cute it is and how she wish she had one just like it. Jacqueline is unfailingly honest to the point of brutality. She doesn’t see the sense in darting around a topic for politeness’ sake and is often regarded as insensitive because of it. She has no shame in telling you to your face exactly how she thinks of you. She hates to bestow platitudes and give compliments where they haven’t been earned, she hates to put up appearances, and she hates to appease or comply just because it seems like the easiest thing to do. She gives her opinion loudly, and decidedly, regardless of whether or not anyone has asked for it, and she can’t abide people who are so overtly dishonest or put up fronts in order to push an agenda of some sort. She likes honesty; it makes things simpler. It may get a lot of people on her bad side, but at least she’s not in danger of being misunderstood.
--- BONKERS There’s something a little unhinged about Jacqueline; something skewed in such a way as to make her appear a little off her rocker. Before you’ve even taken the time to become acquainted with her, from afar it’s easy to sense that something in her has snapped due to the devious glint displayed in her icy cat-shaped eyes. She talks to herself, she wears bizarre outfits, and she has a habit of squawking at people when she’s decided that she’s tired of hearing what they have to say. Squawk, as in the noise that a parrot makes. If there’s a prospect for a crazy stunt to be done, she’s the first in line to do it. She has a habit of doing things that others would rather her not do. She’ll do exactly the opposite of what someone wants of her just to spite them. A crotchety neighbor of yours complaining about the noise levels in your apartment? To spite the bitch, Jacqueline will go out of her way to sing in her loudest operatic voice, bang pots together and turn the stereo up really loud. You say that she needs to dress a little more conservatively out in public? If you’re not careful, she’ll strip down till she’s naked if you don’t stop her. She’s koo koo bananas; don’t mess with her.
--- PROMISCUOUS The only time where she can really tolerate people is when she’s in the sack with them. You can find out a lot about a person just by the way they touch you, talk, or not talk at all. She likes knowing that a person’s sex life can be an entirely different identity to the one that people project in public. It’s not that she’s particularly obsessed with sex or likes it a great deal; she just likes people while having sex. She likes knowing the kinds of faces they make, the places they touch, and how scared or confident they feel. It’s how she gets to know people. Unfortunately, her open attitude regarding sex makes her a bit of a heartbreaker. Once she’s finished “getting to know” someone, she moves on, not really interested in exploring the rest of the person unless they should like to meet up with her again in an environment that doesn’t require clothes. She’s definitely not the boyfriend type.
LIKES: Sun showers, bright clothes, appearing intimidating to other people, rapping, ugly people, freaks, people with pretty feet, anklets, accessories, complicated people, interesting people, marijuana, baked goods, marijuana in baked goods, parties, rings, sunflowers, the smell of wet asphalt, causing a scene, being close to naked, hot days where in order to stay alive you barely wear anything, grapefruit, cranberry candles, airports, rap, reggae, Vivaldi, drawing caricatures of people, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sid Vicious, Malcolm X, elephants, stupid teenage angst novels, bodice-ripper novels and sci-fi novels.
DISLIKES: Drama kids, people who go on and on about their passion and monopolize her time to talk about it, teenagers, bimbos, giggly people, R&B music, the government, most people, stupid small talk, playing it safe, cold nights, snow, boats, whales, gorgeous people, people who are prettier than her, people who are sluttier than her, Simple Plan, fleese vests, the girl next door, the boy next door, Mr. Laidback, Mrs. Love Me, dark and moody people, inch worms.
Jacqueline was born on a misty April morning when the fog rolled in without a word. Delia awoke with a start at 2 am to find that while having dozed off in front of the TV, her water had broken. After franticly rousing her husband beside her, Bert, dazed and confused, helped her into the car and drove off to the hospital. 6 hours later (a surprisingly small amount of time for a first pregnancy) Jacqueline Reneé Harper was born without a sound. Her parents waited with bated breath for the stark cry from her tiny infantile lips, but nothing came. Franticly, the nurses funneled air into Jacqueline's tiny body through a little mechanized pump. The device was proving to be ineffective and so a nurse with a no nonsense scowl on her face took up little Jacqueline and shook her a bit to rouse her from her stubborn state of dormancy. After the most horrifying 30 seconds of her parent’s life, Jacqueline finally opened those tiny lips of hers and let out a sound so loud it could have put a lion’s roar to shame. Jacqueline; an opera singer from her first breath of human life.
Jacqueline was an odd looking child; far too young to fit into those prominent features, but despite her appearance her parents loved her just the same. In her early years she grew up in a little house just outside of Edmonton in what would be considered the most picturesque suburb imaginable with her mother and father. Those who had the fortune of meeting her at such a pleasant time in her life were charmed by her mischievous smile, her delightful prattling, and the way her legs seemed to always be covered in brightly colored band-aids. Many fell victim to her adorable and unguarded zest for life and found that if they weren’t careful, they were wildly in danger of falling irrevocable in love with her. What she lacked with awkwardness, she made up for in spirit. She was always the most well behaved little girl in preschool who always included the other children in her games. While she had the typical sweetness of any 4 year old girl with pigtails and lollipop stains around her lips, she was different than most. Rather than being shy and wallflower-esque, she was talkative and bold, sharing whatever happened to be on her mind. She was creative and innovative; when all the other children at the preschool decided to hog the swings at recess time she could content herself with simple pretend games. Her flair and imagination made the other children restless and disinterested in their toys and eager to join in with what she was doing because she always made it look so fun. To say the least; she was liked by all her peers and often was the subject of affection of many of the boys. Back then everything seemed so easy because her awkward looks didn’t seem to matter; just the fact that she was so free spirited attracted people to her.
Unlike most kids her age, she loved being at school. Yes, her eagerness for learning was a factor in that love, but unfortunately the main thing that directed her interests towards school was her home life. It was at the tender age of 8 that Jacqueline noticed that the Harper family dynamic was perhaps not as picturesque as it seemed. While her father paid her as much attention as he could within the parameters of what his job as a salesman would allow, her mother seemed absent more often than not. Delia was a lovely woman. She was bright, witty, and was amicable to all she met, but she wasn’t the most giving. Given the structure of her personality, it was even a surprise that she’d had a child at all considering that she was never the nurturing type to begin with. Having to look after someone that was completely dependant on her was hard. She did the best that she knew how with a lot of help from her husband, but sometimes she needed to get away from everything and would often take little holidays from her family so that she could recuperate. Sometimes the holidays lasted a few days, and others lasted close to three weeks, depended on how “vexed” she seemed to be or how “desperate her soul was in need of rejuvenation”. I guess you could say she was a little neurotic, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t love Jacqueline. She was just the kind of person that needed lots of time to herself, especially since she was a noted and respected novelist within the publishing world.
Jacqueline, like her mother, was showing signs of acute artistic talent at an early age. Jacqueline sang and played the piano all day. Granted, she was still very green in her craft, but she was showing surprising promise in regards to a future in music. Her parents began to enroll her in all sorts of musical lessons and choirs. While this realization of talent was one of the most positive milestones in Jacqueline’s life, it wasn’t for her father. Bert had never been much of anything. He was a seemingly drab man with no remarkable traits so to speak. Compared to his quirky daughter and his dramatic wife he held about as much interest as moss does on a rotting log. He was a quiet, docile man with a heart as large as Africa, but he held no special qualities and was not at all artistic like the women in his life. Jacqueline’s discovered talent almost alienated Bert from the rest of the family. The more Jacqueline showed promises in music, the more it became apparent how truly different Bert was in comparison to the girls. Delia became tired with trying to explain what art was to her dull husband and found it increasingly more tedious to have to drag him about.
When Jacqueline was 10 her mother announced that she wanted a divorce. It was odd to see the different reactions in her parents. While her mother glamorized her distress over the divorce and professed how truly hard the decision was for her on the outside, internally it was evident that she really just wanted to be rid of him as quickly as could be arranged. Her father was entirely the opposite; when Delia proposed the divorce he was quiet and did little more than nod his head in agreement, but on the inside you could tell that he was completely heart broken. The divorce was hard on Jacqueline. While she loved her mother and could appreciate her passion for the arts that they both shared, she was a little much to handle. She was overdramatic and demanded a lot of attention from everyone, whereas her father simply kept his focus on his family, never once soliciting their attention for his own. To tell you the truth, as terrible as it may sound, she loved her father more than her mother. She was afraid that if he were to live on his own that he would fall apart, and that she wouldn’t be able to take care of him.
It was at that point after the divorce that something changed in Jacqueline. She wasn’t as kind or inclusive as she used to be when she was little; she put herself at a distance from people and she became inaccessible. Difficult is what I think the word is that parents usually use to describe particularly uncooperative children. She grew to resent her mother a little. She became cheeky and cunning which often was at odds with her mother’s demanding personality. There was often friction between the two that ended in a show of hysterical wails of “please, stop attacking me, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such spite from you” on her mother’s part. When she was younger, Jacqueline would just grin and bare her mother’s irrationalities, but now that she was starting to become more of an individual she questioned her mother and resisted the corner that her mother was trying to put her in.
The friction in their toxic relationship mounted when Delia remarried. Jacqueline couldn’t stand the fact that some interloper was being introduced into her life as her new dad. Though Patrick was a perfectly decent man, Jacqueline couldn’t abide him. Her life was being turned upside, and to add insult to injury, she was uprooted from her home town of Edmonton and relocated to a Philadelphia in the United States. Her last year of high school, Jacqueline didn’t care to make any friends and instead spent most of her time going out of her way to offend as many people as she could. She played the role of “that girl”; the one that went around macking on the boyfriends, showing up at the parties uninvited, and creating unnecessary drama. She was dreadfully unhappy.
Why Emerson?
When she graduated, she was relieved by the promise of getting a chance to go elsewhere; somewhere far away from her mother. However, she didn’t get the chance to decide what she wanted for herself; her mother had already found a spot for her at Emerson. With her noted reputation and the generous donations she made to the collage, it was easy for Delia to snag a spot in the vocal program for her daughter. That’s not to say that Jacqueline couldn’t manage to get into the school by her own merits and talent, but the persuasive urging of her mother made the decision process easy for school to accept her amongst the hundreds of applicants. Jacqueline, though furiously resistant to the idea of going to school close to her family, was forced to submit. Delia proclaimed that if she did not go to Emerson than she would not pay for her education anywhere else.
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[/size][/center][/justify]Hi, I'm FLY and I'm SEVENTEEN years old. I'm CRACKERS. This is my 2ND application. I found Failure's Not Flattering from ELLIE.
