RONNIE anne FROST[out of character]
Name;;Jes
Age;;17
Activity;;probably everyday..i have no life.. ;)
Other;;take them granny panties off and put a thong on o.0[this is a seasonal affair]
Nickname;; No nicknames for her..seriously..is there a nickname for Ronnie? Forget it.
Gender;; Female
Orientation;; Straight
Age;; 18
Birthdate;; May 17
Occupation;; Baker[watch those jaws drop]
Eye Colour;; Ronnie's eyes are brown. But when in the right light , they seem to turn a Carmel color with green specs.
Hair Colour;; Naturally chocolate brown.
Height;; 5' 3"
Weight;;121 pounds
Body Type;; Slim/Semi-Toned
Tattoos or Piercings;; Ears are pierced once.
Scars;;Nope
Most Notable Feature;; Her big, bright smile.
Appearance;; Her face is oval shaped with a rounded chin, plump cheeks and a button nose. Her smile could light up a room with her pouty lips, white and perfect teeth. After four years of braces, she better perfect teeth! Ronnie's hair is thick and full and naturally curly. Its usually a chocolate brown color but sometimes it becomes lighter if shes out in the sun a lot. Ronnie has had many hair cuts and styles over the past years. Shes had it cut in bob , just above her shoulders, and even in a boyish short cut. With all this, she still prefers her hair to be long and flowy. With bangs of course. Now to her eyes...the windows of her soul. As cliche as that sounds, its true. Her chocolate brown eyes are ordinary in the sense that they're..well..brown. Sometimes in the right lighting, her eyes turn a Carmel brown , almost hazel, color. No matter how good she is at putting up a facade , Ronnie's eyes always give her away. When she says something, her eyes tell another story. Guess that's the downfall to being a open and vulnerable person.
Being 5' 3" never looked so good! Okay, maybe that was a little conceited. A little. For her height, Ronnie wears it well by keeping in shape. She is naturally skinny, it just kinda runs in the family, but she likes to jog and swim. And boy can she eat! She surprises herself sometimes with how small she is compared to how much food she can scarf down in one day. She isn't the curvest girl in the world. But she's got enough to prove she's female. By society's standards, shes not what we call 'drop dead gorgeous'. Then again, who wants to be responsible for some one's death? Ronnie is a beautiful girl. In her own quirky, goofy way. Now on to the big stuff. Fashion of course. Ronnie's fashion sense is about as predictable as her personality. Shes in an ever changing stage of evolution. One minute she obsessed with ugg boots and cowboy hats. The next , she's buying a million pairs of over sized sunglasses and extra long tunic tank tops. Like I said, shes ever changing. Ronnie has never been into the 'latest fashion' or the 'biggest item'. Its always been about Ronnie and exactly how she feels that day. Make-up not really her thing but she is in fact, female. So her basics are probably lip balm, a bit of eyeliner or mascara and maybe some moisterizer. No one wants dry skin. If its one thing Ronnie hates the most, its dry, itchy skin. [birds in my ears and a devil on my shoulder]
Loves;;singing(to the shower head)
stuffing her face with food
her friends
her family
old crappy 80's
movies
Teddy Geiger(she swears up and down she will marry him one day)
dogs
cooking
helping
people
meeting new people
baking
organization
rearranging things
Jack
Cody
Robyn
old school rock(like The Beatles..squee!)
mint chocolate chip ice cream
Micheal Jackson(his music rocks!)
Basketball(the greatest sport on earth..to watch)
the beach
Hates;; clowns(they are the source of evil)
brussel sprouts
Micheal Jackson(he hung a baby from a balcony!)
Liam(he seems sweet but just a tab bit creepy)
wars
sluts/manwhores
untiddy-ness
when things are out of order
large crowds
Basketball(she couldn't play if her life depended on it)
thunderstorms
when people treat her like she can't function just because shes autistic("Hello?! Still human ya know?")
Fears;; clowns
heights
making people unhappy
that Cody will find out she likes him
Habits;;readjusting things
freaking out if things aren't where they should be
sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth when shes concentrating(not very attractive)
tapping her foot/fingers when shes bored
Personality;; Ronnie's your typical sweet, autistic, organization nazi , in love with a your older brother's best friend type of girl. If that's what you call typical. Didn't think so. In that case..shes not so typical. True, Ronnie's a sweet girl. Shes kind to just about everyone and is willing to give anyone chance. Yes, shes incredibly naive and vulnerable to the point of making you want to hack up that egg salad sandwich you ate for lunch. But that's just typical Ronnie. She's the type of girl who's all about being happy and enjoying life. She hates gossip , arguing and fighting. Drama is just something she doesn't like and it never will be. Plus, all that yelling that comes along with it makes her want to go hide in a closet somewhere. Ya know, just in case things get any uglier. Ronnie is more of the calm , lets work this out rationally type of person. Isn't miscommunication that starts stupid things like war?
One of her personality flaws is that she freaks out at the smallest things. Maybe its because of the whole slightly autistic thing that I mentioned before. Most likely that why. Every since she could remember, she has always been that way. Fixing random things. Alphabetizing Cd's, books, etc. in chronological order and so on. You mix the red plates with the blue plates and she'll totally just spazz . Never calming down until someone fixes those gosh darned plates. Oh and dont get her started on the mustard or the spoons.Hell will break loose if you misplace those. If she thinks something should be fixed, she'll 'fix' it whether you want her to or not. But she'll be REALLY sorry if your mad afterwards.
She's never really been in love. Heck! She's never been on a date before! But can you really blame her. I mean, first of all, no one wants to date the overly nice spazz. Second, it'd just be too much for her if anyone really hurt her. Which is pretty easy to do considering how open she is. But when she does crush on someone..she crushes hard. Which is why it is so hard to have to see Cody aka her brother's best friend aka her current crush, just about every day. She just has to pretend she has no feelings for him and act as she normally does. That's all she needed was for him to find out she liked him. Then not only would he be on her case but Jack would too. She just isn't ready for that type of pressure yet. Oh..hell..who are we kidding? She'll
never be ready for that type of pressure.
Loyal, Shy, Quiet, Crazy [/size]
[an old man gave me a tip]
Family;; Jack Frost, CJ Frost, Rastis Frost, Todd Frost, Jared Frost, Cordell Frost
Love Interests;; Cody Pratt, Liam Forester
Other Involved Characters;; Robyn Whitlow, Amelia Jackson
History;; Ronnie Anne Frost was born on May 17. She was born fourteen years after her brother Jack. When she was born , Ronnie seemed like every other baby. She cried , slept, ate and pooped all day long. Her parents stayed up all hours of the night tending to her needs. With help from Jack since he was her big brother. They were a happy family of four...until two weeks after Ronnie was born. That's when Jack Frost got the shock of his life. He was a daddy to two boys. Oh what fun it was...not. Jack now seriously had to use is younger sister as practice before attempting anything with his own sons. Ronnie was pretty much raised with her two nephews. Over the years, her behavior began to change and this was not taken lightly by the Frost family. After further tests , it was found that Ronnie was born with autism. Her parents felt the way any parent would feel in this situation. Hurt, confused, sad, angry and a bit guilty. With Jack having five children of his own by now and being older , her parents decided it was best to move and take Ronnie with them. They wanted to be able to raise her in a less chaotic environment. With six children in the house, it was hard to focus and give attention to Ronnie alone.
At age 5, she moved to New York. Ronnie life was considerably easier now that it was only the three of them. Skip ahead a couple of years to elementary school. Ronnie's parents thought it would be okay if she went to a public school. They explained her condition to all of her teachers and school officials and they gladly accepted it. That was the first time Ronnie had ever been treated differently because of her autism. Kids made fun of her and the teachers treated her like she was porcelain. She didn't know which was worse. And it didn't get any better. As she got older, the kids got meaner and the adults got more sympathetic. No , she wasn't complaining about it. Why? Cause that just was Ronnie. She liked to avoid conflict and drama at all costs. When it became too much for her, Ronnie asked her parents if she could move in with her Aunt and Uncle who lived all the way in Kentucky. They were worried but Ronnie explained that if she didn't leave New York, she was going to have some type of nervous breakdown. So they agreed. Ronnie moved and started a new life in Kentucky. Not soon later , she was once again moving....and moving..and moving again. It had become a routine almost. She moved in with a different family member and when things got hard , she left. Simple as that.
Ronnie ended up graduating from high school in Oregon and soon moved to South Dakota where she attended a culinary school to become a baker. It wasn't very hard for her. Baking had always taken her mind off any troubles she was having. After only six months, it was time to move again. This time to St.Peter's to live with her big brother. They had always kept in touch and talked on the phone but it was still going to be weird to actually meet her brother. Face to face. She hadn't seen him since she was five years old and she barely remembered what he looked like then. Ronnie had grown up a lot herself..she was no longer that shy little girl with braces. She was that shy beautiful woman..without braces. She wondered if he would even recognize her. The time came and she was arriving. Ronnie took a cab to Jack's mansion...house..thing. Because like she had told everyone else a thousand times , she had autism..she wasn't stupid. Ronnie didn't know what to expect but she made one promise to herself. This time, she wasn't going to flee when things got hard. She was going to stay...no matter what.
It's been only a few weeks since Ronnie's been in town and she already feels like shes apart of the family with everyone in the household. With not only her brother and nephews but also with Cody and his daughters. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention Cody? Cheesy as it may sound, Ronnie liked him the first time she saw him. She had a crush and she was defiantly worried about it. He was thirty-two years old for Christ's sake! And not to mention her brother's best friend. The only thing left to do was pretend she didn't like him that way and hope the feelings eventually went away. Keyword: Hope. To make things worse, she also had caught the attention of a potential stalker..okay..he was in total stalker mode. Who is this stalker you ask? Liam Forester. Ronnie knew nothing about him but he seemed to just be misunderstood. Sure, it was creepy that he followed her sometimes but then again he never did anything. He just followed and observed. As long as he didn't try to attack her or something, she was fine. I guess Cody wasn't thinking the same thing. One day he flat out punched the poor guy in the face and called him a ...dare I say it...creep. Ronnie wasn't expecting that and it only made her like him more. So it seemed, to her disappointment, it would be harder to get Cody out of her thoughts than she thought. Well, if that wasn't enough of a problem, she was also becoming best friends with Roby Whitlow {Pratt} aka The Evil Bitch who Broke her Brother's Heart (not her words) aka Cody's sister. Life is already getting too complicated here in St.Peter's for Ronnie. But she wont run away..will she? No! She made a promise to herself and shes going to keep it. Well..shes going to try.[selfish as selfish comes]
Secret Phrase;; REMOVED.
Member Title;; . complex . [simplicity]
Sample RP;;
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Max, strolled through the hallways doors, only to stop short when she heard music flowin' all around, and the source of said music sittin' a few meters away. Was that a Clarkson song? She raised an eyebrow. What the fuck? Was this the first of april or somethin'? Who the hell would play crap music in the hallways an hour before school started? Fine, the singer, obviously a chick, had a pretty darn good voice. And she wasn't bad at guitar either. But, Kelly Clarkson song? What the fuck, man?
Growling a little to herself, she took a deep breath and assured that she wasn't gonna punch a hole through the wall. With a quiet huff, she continued her way to her goddamn locker, while she purposely shut out the music and forced herself to ponder on everythin' 'n nothin'. Hm...lockers. She always wondered 'bout those. Why the hell did they have 'em anyway? They had fuckin' dorms. So what was the point with lockers? Huh...maybe it helped decorate the place or whatever. Sure, some certain people didn't live on campus, but, then again, didn't they have bags and cars? Meh, fuck that. Thinkin' 'bout lockers obviously wasn't helping. She could still hear the friggin' music, and, once again, had the intese urge to use the guitar to smash the chick's head in. But, see, that would have been mean...'n violet. And she was trying not to be voilent. 'Sides, if she punched anythin' her wrists would probably start bleeding again. Or maybe the bone in the left one would pop out for the nth time. Non-violent 'cause of broken wrists when you really, really feel like punchin' something. Go fucking figure, right? Well, at least she had her legs able.
Rollin' her eyes, she reached her locker, punched in the code, hastily got out her books from her black and blood-stained duffel bag and threw them and the goddamn back forcefully into said locker. There. Done. All she had to do now was wait for-oh...damn. Mental head slap. She forgot the friggin' english books. Blowin' out a sigh, she scrambled around for the book and ignored the need for throwing everything on the floor 'n tourchin it 'till they all smelt like burned grass. But, of course; that would be a big damn no-no. Damn, what a day. First hour of school for the year 'n everythin' was going like shit. She'd just gotten back from the camp/lab facility, or hell-in-the-woods (as she preferred to call it), a few hours ago, and now she was in school. Half an hour early. Listening to crap music 'n waiting for hell to start. She sighed and banged her head against the locker next to hers. Fuck, this was gonna be a long one.
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