texas jasmine summers

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-- TEXAS JASMINE SUMMERS !

-- NAME: Texas Jasmine Summers
-- NICKNAMES: TJ. Jazz if she likes you, Tex or Texas if she really, really, really likes you, and is in a good mood.
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Eighteen, born April 18th
-- BIRTH PLACE: Dallas, Texas
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Freshmen in college, teaches martial arts to pay the bills.
-- PLAYED BY: Mila Kunis

-- PERSONALITY !

-- TOM BOY:

TJ loves the game truth or dare more than any other game. Why? Because she always chooses dare. This girl isn't afraid to try anything. She grew up reckless and fighting, constantly in competition with her brothers to be the loudest, the strongest, or the fastest. She has instilled in her a love of sports and competition that's stronger even than her love of cinnamon buns, and she'd do anything for a cinnamon bun. There's something about the rush of adrenaline and the power that comes from physical activity that's addicting to TJ. She loves every sport with the exception of hockey and badminton, but she excels in karate. She's been taking martial arts classes for years, and has had a black belt since her seventeenth birthday. That black belt is her most prized possession. Beyond a love of sports, having thee brothers has given TJ a twisted sense of humor, sarcastic and crass. Often times her siblings have joked that she should come with her own personal sensor for her sailor's mouth. She loves spitting contests and video games and spent her childhood giving barbie's buzz cuts and putting clown make up on her stuffed animals. Yes, the girly side of TJ is very, very hard to find, as it's buried so deeply under all her boyish ways.

-- AGGRESSIVE:

TJ is a girl who knows what she wants. Not only that, but she's prepared to do anything to get it. She will always stand up for what she believes in, and she's one of re most fiercely protective people around. A kinder person would describe her as bold, but she herself admits it's just plain blood thirsty aggression that drives her. If her temper snaps, she might snap your bones. Self control is not really her strongest forte, though she's trying to work at holding her tongue and fists back. But her temper is a left over reminder of the spoiled child she once was, and it's very very hard for her to reign in.

-- ENERGETIC: 

Most everyone who meets TJ has been heard to swear she was born with red bull in her veins. The one thing this girl never runs out of is energy. She constantly keeps her hands occupied with doodles on her skin or the tying of complicated knots, and tends to bounce in her seat or pace while talking. TJ sleeps like a rock, which might be one of the contributing factors to her frightening similarity to the energizer-bunny. While her endless energy is helpful whilst playing sports and useful for one of the many spontaneous adventures she's fond of taking, it can also be bothersome. TJ is easily distracted, often forgetful, and tends to annoy many people with her constant need for attention and action. But if you know how to harness her energy, this hyperactive girl can really bring you on some wild adventures.

-- LOVES: storms, cinnamon, lava lamps, expensive shoes, sports, country music, leather, mysteries, memorizing random and virtually useless facts.

-- HATES: the word panties, fish, liars, being proven wrong, failing, pessimists, pigeons, her name, desperate girls, mountain stream water.

-- HISTORY !

Adam Summers met Jocelyn West in the Brazilian rain forest. He was doing a report on the endangered frog species and she was photographing pirañas. For the two National Geographic journalists, it was love at first site. A year later, after a whirlwind romance, they were married in international waters. 

A year later, the twenty year old couple had their first son: Gabon. He was named for the African country in which he was conceived. Only three years after him came Chad, named for the African country where he had been born. While Chad managed to posses a normal name, his parents gave him the middle name of Africa, just so no one would question where Chad had come into the world.

Around two months after Chad was born Adam and Jocelyn moved onto Jocelyn's parents ranch in Texas. They raised their sons there for five years before their last set of children were born: Dallas and Texas, twins. Dallas was born a full hour before Texas; she refused to come out, and it's still a running joke in the family. 

Growing up as not only the youngest but also the singular girl in the family warped TJ's view on the world. In her experience she got everything she wanted no matter how she acted. Her parents showered her with love and hardly ever got her in trouble. In short, she was spoiled. And it didn't help that whenever her parents went traveling for their journalist jobs, they took the twins. This enriched their world view, of course, but it also enlarged TJ's ego and made her feel more like a princess then an average girl, albeit a princess who would rather roll in mud than go dress shopping. As a result TJ would often throw fits, slap her siblings, and embarrass everyone with her rude questions and I-don't-give-a-rat's-behind attitude. Adam and Jocelyn had no clue how to raise their daughter, showering her with more gifts instead of disciplining her. The Summers' ranch was not a happy place, full of fighting and stress.

TJ, along with the entirety of her family, moved to Capeside when she was nine. She was so spoiled that she demanded her own floor in their new home and locked herself in the garage when she was denied the request. That was when Jocelyn and Adam realized they had some serious work to do.

Over the next few months TJ was denied anything she wanted, no matter what; however many tantrums she threw or vases she broke. Slowly she learned patience, and respect, and all the neglected mannerisms. It took many tears and fights and sleepless nights, but Texas no longer talked back to her mother and father. By the time TJ was eleven, she was a changed person, and the Summers had a healthy family dynamic. They were a unit rather than simply six people forced to live together. And TJ understood that the world did not in fact revolve around her.

Now when TJ looks back on how she acted she's ashamed, embarrassed, and flustered. She can find no excuse for her behavior, even though her parents insist they've forgiven her and reassure her that she was simply a child and
didn't know any better. Her past behavior is one of TJ's biggest regrets, something she's so ashamed of she regards it as her biggest secret, refusing to even joke about the point in her life when she was a rotten brat.

When TJ was sixteen Adam and Jocelyn retired from National Geographic, after climbing steadily through the ranks for the past few years. They moved back to their ranch, leaving their children in the care of the then twenty-four year old Gabon. At the beginning of TJ's freshmen year in college Gabon moved to New York, and now Dallas and TJ live with their older brother Chad in their childhood home.

-- SAMPLE !

Cobbled streets, the honking of cars as they wove around the narrow roads, tall iron flag poles and lamps, flowerpots overflowing with roses, and small, family owned stores full of shopkeepers shouting bargains out for all the world to hear. The shopping market of Prospect, the main fixture to the town square, always bustling and loud and crowded and smelling faintly of roasted peanuts. The girl stared at it from the cab's tinted window and smiled. Her home, a tiny, quaint little village that she couldn't be more proud of. She glanced at the screen of her iPod (which was currently blasting Tim McGraw's Felt Good On My Lips) and uttered a quiet curse that made her instantly clap a hand to her mouth. The five foot three blonde really had to work on her bad habit of swearing.

"You know what? I'll walk from here." she said, tossing the cabbie a fifty and letting him keep the change. She lept out of the yellow car and let him screech away, spinning with arms out wide to absorb the sunshine. Traffic was always tough around the square; you couldn't drive in the courtyard, so cars had to use side streets and main roads and everything was a jumble. It actually made the seventeen year old glad she couldn't drive (she swore the driving tests were rigged - seven tries and she'd yet to revive her license). 

Another deep breath, inhaling the sweet, fresh air, and the girl was off, five inch heels clicking deftly on the stone, her pace double that of the average pedestrian, but then again the junior always walked fast. Ahrella went by many names - Ari, Elle, Ella, Ariel, Re, Ahr, just as long as you didnt stray toward calling her by her first name - Taylor - you were fine. And the reason for that was... No. Not now. Not now. Now was time for distractions, not morbid thought, and she turned up her music to emphasis that, drowning out her memories and the sounds of the market place.

And boy was that a feat. With every store one could ever need or want, and always crawling with people, the market place had obtained and kept a low, steady roar of noise, sound so solid it was impossible to pick out and discern one noise from the other. Only with close distance could you understand a voice, and very close distance allowed for actual syllable-recognition. Which was why the music was no less than blaring in the blondes ears.

Golden curls bounced down her back as she wove through the crowd, purse swinging loosely from her bright-orange-manicured-grasp. You could always count on Elle for having oddly colored nails. She hummed along to the song and smiled at everyone she passed, basking in the warmth slowly seeping through the atmosphere. An April Sunday, and you could tell by the light breeze, the hot sun, the clear blue sky.. Why, she was wearing shorts! Summer was just around the bend.

Speaking of bends, she rounded the next one and entered the square, still at the break neck speed that only a New-Yorker can perfect. Blue eyes began to scan under the long eyelashes, looking for the person she was coming to meet. She was late, by ten minutes, but then again Ariella was always late. She was a hectic, unorganized tornado of a girl, but she always had an apology - and an excuse - ready. She'd told her friend - or more accurately, shouted it at his departing back - to meet her at the fountain at eleven thirty today, right before he'd left her ranch. Nick seemed to always be at the Jameson Corral, which made sense - it was the only one in town and he loved horses. That was where Ari had met him. Well, really, she'd run into him - barreling along and not looking where she was going, she bumped into the new boy rather forcibly and they'd both fallen into a nearby - and luckily clean - hay stack, much to the amusement of the horses and the golden retriever who had been tailing Ariella. From there, with careful persistence from the girl and reluctant trust from the boy, a friendship had bloomed.

Ella would have liked to have brought the golden retriever with her, but Minx didn't really like cars, and besides, Ella always felt guilty going somewhere with only one of her ten dogs.

Today's arrangement was unusual for the pair, Ari had to admit, and it was the oddity of the situation she mused as she hurried across the small space. Usually they met on the ranch, talked horses, went for rides... Nature and their equines were the link between them. But Ari, despite near-dumb-blonde-status, was perceptive with people at times. And she could tell something wasn't always right with her friend Nick. Something wasn't wrong persay, but not right either. He was shy, awkward, uncomfortable... All things Ari intended on helping him overcome, and she'd smile over his protests. Wasn't there a saying "a true friend is one who makes you do the things you don't want to do"? It was something like that, anyway. she didn't know why exactly se was drawn to help this misplaced southern boy... It was more than just her usual desire to aid. No matter, she shrugged off these questions and simply kept urging him out of his comfort zone, into insanity and actions that quickened his heart beat, things like leaping into ponds from ridiculously tall trees or jumping off a moving horse, or talking (god forbid) to a pretty girl for five minutes at a time. Tag, hide and seek, and stealing policeman's hats, were all things Ari begged, tricked, conned, persuaded, and forced Nicholas to do for "his greater good".

Finally the noise of the fountain overwhelmed the voice of Tim McGraw, and azure pupils gazed upon it. The Prospect fountain really was something; nearly a story high with six separate levels and dozens of stone creatures all spouting magnificent streams of blue liquid, with intricate designs and marble polish that gleamed so bright it nearly blinded. The spray was light and cast rainbows in the air, the noise was gentle but steady, and the effect was simply breathtaking. Yes, she loved that fountain. 

Alert eyes soon caught sight of Mr. Cassidy, and a wide grin split her face, pace quickening, if that was even possible. Silhouetted by the gleaming water and bright sun, he was outlined in gold and looking away from the approaching girl, profile in stark contrast. Mischief crept into Ari's blue eyes, as it had a bad habit of doing, and soon she was next to him, standing on tip-toes to clasp her hands over his eyes.

"Guess who?" she giggled, the water lightly striking her bare legs in a fashion that made her shiver. She dropped her hands quickly, knowing how skittish he could get, and stepped in front of him, using her classmate as a shield from the light liquid droplets. Still grinning, she pushed some stray hair behind her ear and unhooked herself from her iPod, dropping the beloved device into her purse and looking at him sideways. "So sorry I'm late, the traffic was horrendous and my cab driver smelled like smoke, I could hardly function afterwards." she wrinkled her nose in distaste, hating the cigaretes people insisted on abusing, before meeting his blue eyes with her own dancing periwinkle pupils, tone full of laughter and the barely suppressed thrill that the anticipation of random, nonsensical, potentially-dangerous-and-defiantly-out-of-any-sane-persons-comfort-zone-activities always gave her.

"So, you ready for this, Nick?" 

-- OOC !

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-- AGE: Sweet sixteen
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