&who do you think you are;;

Name:Chelsea
Age: Fourteen
RP Experience: Five years in May
Contact Information: PM, and EMAIL: twistedangel1225@aol.com

&a rose by any other name;;

Name: Johni Semeyia Tyson
Nickname: Jo, Tysie
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Femme
Job: Bartender with a little vigilante hunting on the side
Race: Human
Sexual Orientation: Straight, although experimentation is a blast. =0

&face off;;

Eye Color: chocolate brown with hazel specks and black borders.
Hair Color:Dirty Blonde
Body Build: Tall and lean
Skin Color: Tan
Scars/Piercings/Tattoos: On the back of her neck, Johni has a colorful tattoo of a chinese Koi fish. It is about the size of a poker card and appears to be swimming across her neck. She has a long white scar going up and down on her left thigh from some accident when she was drunk. All she remembers was that she was bleeding profusely and she had to get seventeen stiches.

Dress Type: Johni wears whatever she's in the mood to wear. However, her usual type is casual with her belly exposed, low rise jeans, and black leather knee high boots.
Weapons:
+Four inch steel dagger
+.45 caliber hand gun
+A sprayer that's attached to her keg [Hey, it keeps the drunks away]

Overall:
Johni's face has a clearly defined chin and jawline. It is in a certain respect, masculine. However, she has never seen any problem in it for it gives her a certain edge, it just reassures people of who she is. It reminds people that she is not a force to be reckoned with and god save you if you try. Her cheekbones are placed high in her face which also adds to the hard ass look she was so lucky to have aquired. However, the high cheek bones adds a sense of feminity to her that her jawline strips away. Her nose is placed almost perfectly in alignment with her eyes, however it is slightly to far to the left. Her soft pinkish-orangish lips are full an inviting even as they pull back to bear her teeth when her long neck extends in anger and extreme fury. Johni's eyebrows are a clever brown color and they have just enough arch in them to be called femine. Finally, her complexion is near flawless. Of course, she buffs out the stress wrinkles in her morning routine. If one could choose one word to describe Johni's eyes, it would be intensity. Her eyes are chocolate brown with hazel specks and black borders. They are open and almond shaped as they scan everyone and everything around them. Johni has the type of eyes that are always looking for something, always prying. For some reason, her eyes seem to have this effect on people, they make them think that every lie they are dishing out and serving to Johni on a silver platter is being seen right through. Which, it most cases is completely true. Her lashes are full though rather short. She always enhances her eyes with thick lines of black, brown, blue, or green eyeliner, heavy amounts of mascara, and occasionally she chooses to add an extremely smokey array of eyeshadows to her eyelids.

Throughout the years hair styles have been more of a game than a statement. It was always, 'well, let's see what I can do to this mop today'. Naturally, her hair is dirty blonde and curly. She quite enjoyed this hair for a while. While her hair was dirty blonde and curly, she kept it vuluptuous and long. It usually fell as it pleased. After this, she died her hair brown and made herself a brunette. When her hair was brunette, it was shorter and usually straight. However, it was usually tied back into a messy bun. Since her hair was usually up anyways, Johni cut her hair and made it take the form of a playful boy cut with cheek length swoop bangs. Tall and thin. Not your average binge drinkers' body. Since alcohol is empty calories, you'd think she had the biggest beer belly around, oh no. Her constant sex keeps Johni's body fit as can be. Her stomach is flat and toned and her breasts near match her stomach. Her chest is not exceptionally large but it is not invisible either. Her shoulders are broad and attached are her long, slightly lanky arms. Her long legs push her to a height of 5'7 which she quite loves. She couldn't imagine being any other height.

Celebrity: Keira Knightley
Picture:

&reminded of the stars;;

Likes:
+Silver
+Fire
+Singing
+Her cigarettes
+Booze
+Being drunk
+Tattoos
+Piercings
+Boys
+Sex
+Flirting
+Writing on herself
+Writing lyrics and poetry
+Making an a s s of herself
+All genres of rock music
+Wearing outrageous clothing
+Eyeliner
+Jogging
+Scaring people shitless
+Halloween
+Cemeteries
+Thunderstorms
+Rain
+The way it smells right after it rains
+Sharpies
+Pretty little hand guns [They're shiny!]
+Koi
+Gambling

Dislikes:
+Weddings
+Funerals
+Being sober
+Life in general
+Spiders
+Clowns
+Tight, confining spaces
+The number 5
+Overly happy people
+Gas
+Overly sunny days
+Wannabe's
+Posers
+Suck ups
+Stuck ups
+Followers

Hobbies:
+Reading
+Writing
+Singing
+Running
+Hunting

Strengths:
+Has impecable aim
+Intuitive
+Has amazing endurance
+Does not scare easily
+Is a hell of a fighter

Weaknesses:
+Poor vision on her left side
+She allows her rage to guide her
+Acts without thinking
+Hot-headed
+Doesn't get scarred easily (Yes, this is a weakness because it would keep her from getting away in a life or death situation)

Overall Personality:
From afar, Johni may seem approachable, but I suggest you check yourself before opening your mouth around her. She's a major hard ass and will tear you down if you say even one wrong syllable. Don't get me wrong, she enjoys the company of other people, this is more than true about her. However, if you are coming to talk to her simply because your friends are not in your eyesite or your phone died and you can't text your friends, my only advice is beware of her fury. She tends to act a bit like a raging bull, and you know what they say. Johni is perhaps the biggest drunk you shall ever meet in your lifetime. She almost always has a flask of something in her pocket along with a lighter to lit up that extra cig in the bathroom stall between classes. However, don't see her nicotine inhaling and drinking habits to you mind and think she has no morals, no, just the opposite. She had many morals, just by killing off a few of her brain cells and endangering herself to lung cancer, the pain from her past lessens. She is however, against most drugs. She sees them as unnessecary. Although she ocassionally sneaks a shot of heroine or a roll of pot, maybe snort or two or cocaine. These however, are only used when her it feels like life is falling in around her. This aspect of Johni often surprises people. Inside her drunken brain lies more information than most will learn throughout their entire school lives. The worst part is, she views this as her biggest flaw rather than a major advantage. She doesn't like the world to know that she's as bright as she is, because more and more people will begin to believe they have a right to talk to her. Usually, she is very quiet in the academic discussions in class just to fool people into thinking she's as dumb as the normal drunks would be.


Most of her agression and destructive descions lies here in this aspect of her person. Truly, Johni is very lonely. Although, she will never let anyone know it, the only thing she really wants is for someone to be there for her. Johni never really had a stable home-life and so she desires someone to love her for her. She's sick of the ones who want her for what she looks like and for who she truly is inside under the agression. She's just not sure she can let anyone in that deep. Of course, this lonely aspect of Johni has made her turn to sex for fulfillment. She feels it is the only way she can find love and quite often abuses it. More than likely, she has already had a fun little bang bang with your boyfriend. Once you prove yourself to Johni, you will know that she approves of you. Almost like magick, she begins to open up more and her body language is much more relaxed. In reality, she is a very talkitive person. She enjoys conversation and is usually the embers that lights it up. Her favorite types of conversations are debates and ones centered on gossip. Although she gossips regulary, Johni will never say anything about anyone that she is not willing to say to their face. She believes everyone deserves at least that much respect. This personality trait of rebelliousness really should go without my saying. However, I will explain it for those that have not already grasped who Johni Tyson is. She will do anything to piss off authority. She doesn't like following the rules and she hates people that think they can control her. She will do anything from talking back in class to spray painting some of her poetry on the school walls. Consequences? Reprecussions? She doesn't care what they do to her, as long as her grades stay up she knows they won't get rid of her.


&remind me who i am again;;

History:
*Note* Anything that says Lizzie is supposed to say Johni, I'm just feeling slightly lazy at the moment. If it is imperitive that I change it, I will though.

Before I begin Johni Tyson's dark and depressing tale, I must stress to those that are emotionally unstable or just naturally happy souls and do not enjoy anything melancholy, you should not read past this warning.

When Charlie discovered she was pregnant, she fell into a pit of scrutiny from her parents. She was physically unfit for child labor and she, Larry, and her parents knew this very well. However, Charlie did not care. She was going to have this baby no matter what condition she was in.

On March 22nd 1990, Johni Tyson was born into the world. Of course, her grandparents only came to the hospital to see Charlie and observe how she was doing. In all honesty, they could care less about Johni. They hated their grand-daughter because she was the cause of their only child's worsened illness. At the hospital, her grandparents could barely look at Johni and they did not dare hold her. They were terrified of what luck it may bring upon them or Charlie. Unfortunately, Larry was not present at the day of the birth, he was out with the rest of his gang. He believed he was too important to be seen around his family and his daughter. He too was unsatisfied with the birth of his child. He had wished for a boy and was given a girl. In his eyes, this was more than unacceptable, it was an outrage and he needed someone to blame.

A few months after the Johni's birth when Charlie was feeling a little better, she was found dead behind the grocery store where she was shopping that day. At first glance, everyone assumed that her cause of death was her illness. However, in his outrage, Larry had followed Charlie to the store that night, all dressed in his gang attire. He was all hyped up on a deadly mixture of heroine and cocaine and nothing seemed right. He cornered Charlie into the back of the alleyway and murdered her all because she had given him a daughter and not a son. No one ever knew who killed Charlie that night besides Larry and the details were of course a gray haze in his memory at this point.

As Johni grew up without her mother, the only one that would ever truly love her, her world began to dim. By age four, Lizzie's father expected her to cook for the both of them and clean the house. Most of the meals consisted of potato chips, easy mac, toast, and cereal but Larry never complained. He was always to cross-faded to taste what he was eating. He never spent much time at home though, and when he was home it was only to go through with some drug transactions. This envirnoment is what originally showed Lizzie drinking, smoking, and drugs were highly acceptable.

On her seventh birthday, Larry had invited a few of his "friends" to the house. He was planning a huge drug deal downtown and was getting all the help he could get to make sure it went through. As usual, he could care less about his child and when she was suddenly missing from the living room, he did not notice her absence.

One of his so called "friends" had taken her into the next room. He was highly intoxicated at the time and Lizzie could smell the scent of beer on his clothing. He began to strip her of what she was wearing and she highly protested. She screamed and wailed as loud as her small lungs until finally she could not scream any more. All hope in her situation seemed lost as he forced the terrified seven-year-old onto the bed now naked. That night Lizzie was sexually abused by one of her father's "friends". It was then that she realized how much her father actually hated her. If she was screaming enough to the point where she could not speak for several days, she knew Larry was bound to have heard her, and he did. He had just ignored the screaming. He had no compassion for her and he never would.

Lizzie went to sleep that night knowing that life would never be the same again. She cried herself to sleep every night for the next year because life only got harder. Her father's friend began visiting the house more and more often just to see Lizzie. He sexually abused her at least four times a week for the next three years. Being so young, Lizzie barely understood what he was doing to her was wrong and she could not understand why she was so confused and distraught inside. So, to lessen her anguish, Lizzie took up drinking and smoking at age ten. This was the only thing she knew would take the pain away and since her father had always been placing her in the middle of his drunken scenes, she saw nothing wrong with it.

Every time her father's friend came to visit it got easier and easier for her to handle the emotional, physical, and mental pain because she was basically always drunk now. She now saw sobriety as a waste of her time and wanted nothing to do with it. When she was sober, all of life's pain caught up with her again. When she was drunk, it was seemed as though she lived in a near perfect world where no one could hurt her.

However, one day he stopped coming. Lizzie was slightly confused as to why he had stopped coming. She actually began to question if there was something wrong with herself but when she found a note on the counter, all made sense.

The note was from her Larry telling her that he and the rest of his gang members were leaving. He did not say why, all he said was that he was leaving and he didn't expect to ever see her again. In reality, Johni knew that he meant he was praying to god he would never have to see her face again. Unusually, Johni felt oddly empty now that Larry was gone and his friend had stopped coming. She knew she was alone before, but now, she felt like she was alone. It is a terrible realization to know you are completely alone in the world with no one to love you the way you deserve. With no one to turn to, Johni left her house (if you could call that dump a house) to live on the streets as a ten-year-old hobo.

For the next two years she survived off of the little change people gave her when she sang for them on the street corners. She attended school every day and was always there early and stayed late because she had nowhere else to go. It was in this period of her life that Johni became so hard. She was forced to grow up so fast and learn how to completely fend for herself at age ten and the only way to survive on your own that young, is to learn how to be aggressive. She was kind to the people that gave her things but other than that, it felt like everyone looked down upon her and pitied her. She hated that feeling and so became even angrier at the world. Not only was she a homeless child that had recieved no love from her family, people looked down their noses at her in disgust. She believed her life could not possibly take any more turns for the worst. My how she was mistaken.

One day when she was singing on one of her usual corners, her grandparents happened to walk by her. They recognized their granddaughter almost right away. The sight of her brought back memories of disdain and reminded them how much they had hated her. For you see, they blamed Johni for Charlie's death. However, Johni looked so similar to Charlie that Marie insisted that she come to stay with them. Of course, Johni happily accepted.

Her life with Marie and Mark improved little, but anything was better than sleeping with rats under your legs all night. She now had a roof over her head, someone to cook for her, and pictures of her mother. Johni found whole photo albums of her mother and took her favorite ones and kept them. She put them in her own scrap book and to this day, Marie and Mark do not know they are missing.

About three years passed by, Johni was nearly 15 and she was happier with her life. She was fully addicted to cigarettes and was now a full-blown alcoholic and this was perhaps the reason life seemed so much brighter. It was hard to find Johni sober or without a cigarette in her hand and her grandparents scolded her for this, and for everything else she did. It was surprising to her one day then when she came home from school, beer bottle up to her lips and cigarette in her other hand, that Marie and Mark could only look at her with sad eyes. They pulled her into the kitchen and between sobs, Marie read a letter she was holding. Larry had somehow heard word that they were housing Johni and wrote to them explaining that he had liver cancer and was unsure how long he had left on this earth. Johni could not help but laugh as she took another swig of her beer. Her thoughts were that it served him right and that karma was bound to find him eventually. She left her grandparents crying in the kitchen to go to her room. She had a pack of cigarettes to smoke.

Naturally, her grandparents hatred for her only grew as her smoking, drinking, and drug problems became more complex. They couldn't stand the idea that their granddaughter acted like a juvenile delinquient. So, they sent her to Jefferson High. Johni was happy to leave her overbearing grandparents and they were just as happy to see her go, although she tried to hide it poorly.

So, now off in Florida by herself once more, Johni began to become more self-destructive. The fact that she was in a facility to assist her with her problems did nothing to assist, it only pushed her farther into drugs and alcohol. However, she hid it well and was told she could leave her hell hole. It was then that she wandered into this town. She stayed around for a while and started hearing whispers here and there of vampires and such running amok. It was perfect. As aggressive and ruthless and Johni was, hunting these bastards was as good as it was going to get. However, it was harder than she thought it was to become a hunter. So, instead, she took up bartending. It was glorious enough for her. Of course, when she hears something that goes bump in the night, how do you keep a rebellious bitch away?

Family:
Charlotte (Charlie) Tyson - Mother (House-wife, Deceased)
Lawrence (Larry) Tyson - Father (Gang leader, drug dealer, Cancer afflicted, and location unknown)
Marie Luana (Grandmother)
Mark Luana (Grandfather)

Pets: A siberian husky named Pillie
Codeword: admin edit
Any Medical Conditions: Unless you count being a sex addict as a medical condition, Johni is in the clear.
Anything Else: Johni counts to ten before entering or leaving a room.
RP Sample:As amusing as CD shopping was, Hazely was quickly becoming bored. It was at this point that all of the album covers in her hand began to blend together and honestly just look like one. It was like be high again. A good laugh here and a couple mixed and spazed out colors there.

She picked up another CD with one hand and skillfully arranged the others under the same arm as her free arm stretched into the stale air above her. Her mouth contorted slightly as she let a groan of both discomfort and pleasure at the fact that the excruciatingly large knot on top of her shoulder blade was being stretched out. Haze grinned as she thought about it. The pleasing pain that one received from stretching out a knot was not that different from the riveting physical feeling you got from sex. It was a pain that you loved, that you want to stop but at the same time it invigorates every piece of you and you just want it to hurt more and never stop. But of course, it's not like our little Hazey would know, for as everyone is well aware, she is a 'virgin'.

Psh, maybe in a past life. It wasn't that Haze was a slut or anything, she just required, as she calls it, a constant flow of physical attention. It just made the day better and of course, she was open to any and all genders. She wasn't one to discriminate against either penises or vaginas, both were equally delicious. Thinking about it impulsively forced Haze to look around the store for a moment. She had to see if there was any acceptible people around. Perhaps one of them would be her next one night stand. As heartless as that sounded to her, Hazey had always known one night stands to be easier. No emotional commitment. Just bang 'em hard and heavy and then never call them again. It was as simple as that.

As her thoughts continued to rample on about sex, she was almost startled as her silent world was shattered by that of a hand slapping her arm. She turned her head, her face splattered with that of a paint known as annoyance. However, when her eyes layed upon Roxanne, her entire face brightened and it changed to a look of complete gayful bliss.

Roxy-cakes had already began to speak in quick little circles as Riot was nudging her. With the hand she had been previously stretching with, she bent down slightly to pet Riot with her stupid smile now plastered across her face again. "Oh Roxy-cakels! I know, I think it's been at least a whole 72 hours since we last talked! However, I believe you owe me the coffee considering I'm so much more amazing than you could ever hope to be luffie." Haze laughed as she said her last sentence as Roxy-cakes stole her CD's and criticized them for her. That was the one thing Haze knew she'd never have to worry about when she was with Roxanne, being surrounded by quality music.

Hazely couldn't help but laugh almost hysterically as Roxanne went on with her 'I don't give a damn...' speech. She had heard it many times before and could probably recite it from heart by now. "Well, for your information Roxy-Cakels, your fair lady does have something to do. I have a very very very important date and I have been told I absolutely can not be any later than 'sharpish' so I'm not sure if I can make it to your movie night. However, we could always make your lie about us fucking into reality. I know I could squeeze you in for that. Of course, you know I have to be on top. I simply just can't be on the bottom again you really are just to hard on my poor little hips that way." She smiled and laughed at her again. This is how the duo were, always joking and making up stories. Of course, some of their stories had gotten to the point were that had actually believed they had actually taken place at some point in time, but that wasn't about to stop them.