LIND, Jocelyn Ann

[jocelyn]

-- JOCELYN ANN LIND !

-- NAME: Jocelyn Ann Lind
-- NICKNAMES: Lyn, Ann
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Sixteen going on Seventeen
-- BIRTH PLACE: Seattle, WA
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Drop out. (there's a story behind this, don't worry)
-- PLAYED BY: Lara Jade

-- PERSONALITY !

-- CAUTIOUS: Jocelyn has issues. Serious issues. She has trouble remembering things, the entire past is wiped entirely from her memory. She's always been a cautious child, always so paranoid, but that was for a reason. People scared her in school and such, always telling her to look out, to live each day like it was her last, because any day could very well be her last. She knew that everyone had to die, but she couldn't help but watch out for accidents, and even watch out for other people. Even before she lost her memory, she'd been this way, it just sort of stuck with her. She watches herself, but doesn't over do it with the cautiousness as much anymore.

--SMART: Even though she was always a little troubled, she has always been good with grades and school. She knows how to play people, knows their cards, and this is only because she imagines herself in their shoes. It's sometimes a scary thing to do, but she does it to understand how life works. Numbers and equations had never been a problem for her, before the disaster, her parents pushed her and soon enough she was pushing herself to do better, so all that time went into researching, going to the library, learning extra things for courses, etc.

-- EVASIVE: Her life is her life, no one can tell her what to do or how to live. Quite a few people have tried to butt into her personal life and that just doesn't go over well. If there's something she doesn't want to answer she won't. Or if there's something she doesn't want to do, she'll evade it, like go on about a random subject or thing of an alternative to save her from a disaster waiting to happen. Life can be complicated, Jocelyn knows that, so sometimes, it's a good thing to be evasive, and she only developed this trait when her understanding became clear.

-- LOVES:
Art, Music, A place to run away, Slow time, The nights when she is completely scar free, New people, Chips, Vegging out, Serenity
-- HATES: Stuck up people, Immaturity, Fame, Smarter people, Jealousy, Labels, Her Memory Loss

-- HISTORY !

Well Jocelyn was born on July 10th, and she is sixteen now. A lot has happened in the past sixteen years. Everything was going well with John and her mother Katrina, they were one big happy family, but everything goes down the drain at some point right? Well, little did they know.. they had a lot to lose.

Being a child was good. Everything went perfectly, they were the happiest family in Seattle. Such a big city, such a little family, but so happy. They brightened up everyone's day. They even wore the bright clothes, big smiles and seemed to act like everything was perfect when they were in public. Sadly, there were many negative spots. Her father was the head of a major bank, her mother a full time mom, staying at home, cleaning, making dinner, being the expected house wife..

Jocelyn was enrolled in school of course, got along with all the students and was bullied every now and then, but she didn't let that brush away her self esteem. Being a teenager was hard, she was so used to being influenced by her parents, and her grandparents despised her father and mother, Jocelyn had no idea why, and she would never know why, not truly.

Once, her parents had gotten into a fight over family issues, family concerns, mostly mom's side of the family. Jocelyn was only fifteen at the time, and she thought thing were going okay, until things broke out and dad hit mom, and then of course everything had gone downhill. Katrina grabbed Jocelyn and headed for the door, leaving John behind, standing alone in the door way, for once.. letting them go.

John and Katrina had been happy until Katrina got a call from her very concerned parents. And they fought, obviously. As they were in the car, Jocelyn couldn't fight back the tears, and Katrina had the same tears pouring down her face as she drove, and soon enough, she became distracted with everything on her mind. And they crashed.

Glass shattered, memories had been flawed, and Jocelyn Lind had lost the old life and had to begin all over again. Katrina was lost in the accident. Jocelyn still had her motor skills, just not her memories. She remembered school, she didn't remember people.. she didn't remember her mother, she didn't know who she was. It was all so new. The brightness of her life had faded eternally.

It has been a year, and John had decided to get away from the old life, moving on and starting another. Since Katrina died, he'd been using Jocelyn as his wife. Physically and emotionally. Jocelyn could only think positively and live with what she had. Occasionally she'd go to her grandparents, they took advantage of her mind, knowing that it had faded and that she had no idea of who her father really was. That was okay with her.

This was a new beginning and hopefully one she could remember.

-- SAMPLE !

(A recent post on a different site.)

This guy looked to be around her age. Then again she had just entered her Junior year when she dropped out. She actually should have been a Senior, but she couldn't keep up with everything, so they held her back, considering she couldn't really remember what all she had been through in what she called 'her past life'. There wasn't another name for it. She simply just forgot about 16 years of her life, it was all a blank, so now she tried her best to start over. But this was a bad beginning.

'No, please...Don't go...' She heard him say and that made her lower her guard a little bit. At least he wasn't some spy her father had paid to look after her or something. Then again that had never happened, but it could. First time was always a charm. She opened her mouth to say something but soon saw his eyes flicker to her cheek and her eye, she bit her lip and felt her brow furrow as she turned her face away from him, trying not to cry, holding back the stinging tears that so threatened to escape.

He apologized and she turned her gaze back to him, her lips pursed, trying not to quiver. It wasn't until she finally analyzed his face that there was a creeping red that took over his features. They were flawless and all in all he was beautiful, much like she had once been before the scars and bruises took over her thriving body. She wanted to be better, wanted to be good, but after a few months of being used, she couldn't take it anymore, the demands her father made. She couldn't.. just couldn't do it.

She tried to respond, but what was she supposed to say? When he asked her if she was okay, finally, she was about to respond when he bent down to retrieve his bag and looked at his phone, there was an expression on his face that she recognized. Anger perhaps? Or.. hurt? She didn't know, but put a hand to her left side and rubbed slightly, feeling the pain sting before dropping her hand and finding his gaze.

"I.. This isn't what you think.. I'm fine.. really." Lie. "I just.. I fell, that's it. It happens all the time." Maybe it was obvious she was lying, simply because she felt her bottom lip quiver and her eyes glaze slightly with the glossy, still threatening, tears. "Don't worry about it.. really, I'm okay." She gave a shrug and averted her gaze, looking at an old couple in the distance. At least they were safe here. Or.. well.. she was anyways. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this. I know, I'm a mess. Just had to get an escape you know?" From everything.

It was then that he pressed her. She knew he was searching for answers as to what could have caused this. It was written all over his face, that he was trying to identify the situation. "No no no, I'm fine. Really. Time will heal it." I hope. She wanted to add. She saw him kicking at the tree roots starting to head away to some random direction. she had no idea where to go from here. Or how she even got here. This was all still a mystery. She didn't even know how to react to this.

Before she knew it, she reached for one of his.. much bigger hands and lifted it to her left side, letting him feel it. "See? It's.. it's not all that bad.." She tried to smile, but only her lips smiled, her eyes were filled with sadness, an emotion that would never escape her. It all hurt. Even though his light touch stung a bit, the warmth.. it was incredible. Even though she had made him touch her, it felt good. It felt good just to be touched softly, to be cared for, or even cared about.

She let her hand drop from his and backed away. "I.. oh.. sorry.." She murmured. This was a bit of an awkward situation, one that she put herself in. There was nothing else to say, except to wait for his response. A billion things were running through her mind. Jocelyn was acknowledged a lot. By guys, by people who were trying to set her up with their sons and whatnot. At least, that's how life used to be. She'd had visions of it, and usually they were right. Her visions were merely just flashbacks of the past. She'd have them occasionally and would be stuck to deal with the flashing images that bruised her mind.

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Jocelyn, Alina.
-- AGE: Teen
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Understanding, Artistic, Fun!
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: An advertisement on my favorite site. Haha, I've been looking for some new sites, so I'm kind of glad I found you.

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

- Please re-read all the details and change your application title to the right format. Also, your image was too large. Please take more care reading instructions
- Your personality paragraphs lack flow. They are choppy, and you mention several things without really unpacking it so we can fully understand
- You don’t have enough likes or dislikes, and some of them don’t make sense. For example, slow time?
- You really need to re-read what you write, and put more thought into it. For example, you say it was just her and her mother, yet they were a big family. See the problem there?
- You can’t really say they brightened ‘everyone’s’ day. You need to avoid generalisations like that
- You can’t get along with everyone yet be bullied.
- You seem to have a lot of trouble with paragraph flow. In one paragraph you go from talking about being bullied, to it was hard to be a teenager, to her grandparents hating her parents. It makes no sense, is clunky to read, and you don’t really finish any of those thoughts properly.
- Seriously, your history is so hard to follow. One moment John is hitting Katrina the next they are all in the car together?
- Okay... No. Just no. Father’s sexually abusing daughters is a sensitive topic, and I’m sorry but you haven’t exactly handled it with grace or care, and I will not allow such a topic to be used just so your character can gain some sympathy
- You have not explained how or why she’s come to Capeside
- It’s all a bit over-dramatic, don’t you think?

In honesty, I really don’t think your writing is up to par, even your post sample was hard to follow. However, if you give your application a complete over-hall, and provide another sample, I may re-consider...

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