Post by Indiana Jane Gardiner on Feb 23, 2012 10:19:26 GMT -7
INDIANA JANE GARDINER
"Queen Jane, O! Queen Jane, O! what a lady was she !
And six weeks and a day in labour was she;
Queen Jane was in labour for six weeks and more,
Till the women grew weary and fain would give oer."
- The Death of Queen Jane.
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Indiana Jane Gardiner
Nickname(s): Indy, Jay, 'Indiana Jane' a pun off of 'Indiana Jones'
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Birthdate: March 8th, 1995
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Jane Seymour, 3rd wife of King Henry the VIII.
Played By: Sasha Pieterse
Grade: Sophomore
Boarding: Lives at home.
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: Five feet and four and a half inches
Weight: One hundred and Twenty-Six pounds
Eye Color: A hazel-ish grey color
Hair Color: Blonde.
Build: She's rather skinny, and petite.
Scars: A long scar on the back of her arm, from falling onto a broken bottle when she was younger.
Piercings/Tattoos: Her ears are peirced twice. She also has a small moon and stars tattoo on the foot that her brother's friend did for her.
Personal Style:
Indy loves clothes, but she wouldn't go so far as to say that she is a complete 'girly girl'. Her style could be considered a hodge podge of many different styles. She loves layering, and often does, especially with shirts and things. Her favorite type of shirt would be a baby dolls. Indiana doesn't stick to a certain set of colors. If she likes it, she'll wear it. The same goes for the bottom half of her wardrobe. She loves wearing both jeans/pants and skirts. Indy loves accessories. Hats, belts, scarves, bracelets, necklaces and rings are all a major part of her wardrobe.
Appearance:
Indiana has been told that she looks like her grandmother Kathryn, when she was younger. Both had long blonde hair, but Indy's was straight. Her eyes are completely her father’s, slightly almond shaped and a hazel-gray in color. She, and her younger twin brothers look alot alike, while her older brother Britain and her younger sister look alike. Another thing she got from her mother was her smile and her lips which, unlike her brothers, were fuller. She has a slight olive tint to her skin tone, like the rest of her family.
Her hair is dirty blonde, with bits of brown thrown in. It is really long, coming past her chest to the top of her lower back. She usually leave it down, but occasionally it will be either pulled back into a plait or into a bun thrown atop her head. Indiana's make-up routine is VERY simple. She'll occasionally wear foundation, but it's usually just a bit of concealer. Eyeliner, mascara and a tad bit of eyeshadow are pretty much all she wears. Since the memories of her former life have emerged, Indy now holds herself higher. She stands taller, walks more gracefully, like a queen.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: Laying out in the sun. Drawing. Paranormal shows. Peanut Butter. Mexican Wedding Cake. Baking. Reading. Gardening. Sculpture. Nail Polish. Horror Movies. History. Baseball. British Television shows.
Dislikes: Talking on the Phone. String Beans. Doctors. Shell Fish. Waking Up Early. Doing Dishes. Math. Being Let Down. Football. Techno Music.
Dreams: She wants to be a great mother, like hers was.
Fears: Childbirth. Clowns. Doctors.
Habits/Hobbies: Taps her fingers in a 5 beat, randomly.
She'll tear only the top part of her sandwiches off and eat the rest.
She'll paint her nails a new color every week.
When writing, she holds her pen between her pointer finger and her middle finger.
Rapping her knuckles on a door frame before entering, even if no one is inside the room,
Secret(s): Had a bit of an eating disorder. Only her older brother knows about it.
Personality:
Kind. Shy. Gentle. Creative. Nurturing. These are just a few words to describe Indy. She is very protective of her family, and doesn't like seeing them hurt in anyway. She is very nurturing and kind of like a mother-hen. She sometimes considers herself a tomboy. She loves hiking and rough-housing with her brothers. But she is the one they come to when they get hurt. Indiana is VERY shy. She will really only talk to someone if she is forced to. She is deeply committed to her friends. She uses lots of colorful language and expressions. She can be quite the storyteller when she wants to be.
Indiana's very gentle and calm, especially so compared to her brothers. She has always been the middle child, and still is the peacemaker between all of her siblings. She doesn't like fighting with the ones she loves, but there are times when her siblings anger her. Indy tends to just sit back and let her brothers or sister be in the spotlight most of the time. Her heart sometimes tends to get ahead of her brain, but that's not always a bad thing.
She is definitely willing to risk her heart. But Indy often doesn't follow through with her flirting or professed feelings. She has always been a passionate person, albeit a quietly passionate person. She keeps herself guarded, for reasons unknown to most. This in itself makes it hard for her to not only make friends but to meet guys. Indiana loves children, and longs to be a mother when she's older. But she fears childbirth, for good reason.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Nora Gardiner, 49, Museum Curator
Father: Lyle Gardiner, 52, Pediatric Doctor
Siblings: Britain Oliver Gardiner, 18 years old
Cavalier Joshua Gardiner, 15 years old, Twin
Prentice James Gardiner, 15 years old, Twin
Noemi Elizabeth Gardiner, 10 years old
Other: None
Pets: A Collie named Daisy. A Australian sheep dog named LuLu..
Hometown: Born in Portland, Oregon.
History:
At 5:12 on the morning of March 8th, a week after her due date, Nora Gardiner gave birth to her second child, a daughter she named Indiana Jane. When asked why she named her child this, the mother said that Indiana was an uncommon name and "Jane just felt... right." For a whole year, Nora and her husband Lyle, along with their first child, a son named Britain, lived with their new daughter in Portland. However, almost a year after Indy's birth, the family of 4 became a family of 6 with the birth of twin boys Cavalier and Prentice. Five years later, the final Gardiner child, a little girl named Noemi entered the world. Indiana grew up like any other child of the late 20th, early 21st Century. Growing up between three brothers, she was pretty much a tom-boy. Rough-housing with her brothers, playing baseball and soccer, cowboys and Indians are all a few of the favorite things the four siblings used to play.
It was when she was around six years old, that she realized that something was...different about her. The entire time that her mother was in labor with her younger sister, Indiana was inconsolable. Lyle and his 3 sons couldn't understand why the little girl was so distraught. But what they didn't know was that for the last 4 months of her mothers pregnancy, Indy was having these..dreams. Dreams of a long and very painful childbirth. But it wasn't her mother who was going through it. It was..her? For months she woke up from these dreams crying, panting, feeling like her gut was being ripped from her body. And even if she didn't wake up from that, the fact that she dies afterwards would scare her into conscience-ness.
Since the time that her sister was born, more 'dreams' and 'memories' made their appearance in her life. The feel of heavy fabrics against her skin, fabrics that she never wore in this lifetime. Receiving beautiful jewels from a man named Henry. Love letters from that same man, addressed to 'Jane, my Love.' A beautiful female face, someone who was once maybe a friend, angry and ripping at her necklace. All of these memories were not something that she experienced. It was like she was a whole other person. And eventually, she became like that person. That lady that everyone called Queen Jane Seymour.
And by the time she was 13 years old, Indiana was almost a completely different person. She would still go have fun with her brothers, but she was more reserved. More quiet and gentle. She carried herself like a queen. She wasn't in your face about it, but you could definitely notice subtle changes if you really knew her. It was a television program she had watched with her younger brothers that clicked everything into place. Reincarnation. It was the only explanation of why she just knew that she wasn't who she thought she was. And more and more memories clicked into place after this realization. Sometimes, even after she trained herself to not say anything, she would let things she knew slip. Her family would look at her like she was crazy, but that's as far as it went.
Shortly before her 16th birthday, Nora and Lyle sprung on the family that they were moving. The family of 7 moved from Portland to Riverdale, North Carolina. Indiana, who had just started her sophomore year at school, was devastated. She didn't want to leave the few friends she had. The twins were at the same level as their sister. And starting in the middle of the year isn't exactly something that one looks forward to.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Brea
Other Characters: None at the moment.
Age: Almost 20 years old.
Time Zone: I'm not really sure. i get confused. : D
Post Sample:
Nothing was looked forward to more by the students of Hogwarts then the end of classes for the day. Who would have guessed that a simple bell held so much promise? The mere sound of it provided students the chance to catch up on some sleep, lounge around the common room, or even start your homework early. Normally, Hermione would have chosen the latter of the three choices - she did have a 5-scroll essay on proper blurblebug extraction due at the end of the week, but today was different. Something it seemed, was far more important to Hermione at the moment, which of course was saying something.
Hermione plodded down from the girl's dorm with a large basket hanging from her left arm, Crookshanks in tow. This basket was one the Gryffindors knew all too well. It was Hermione's knitting basket. A black ribbon wrapped around its fattest part had "Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare" in white letters. She paused for a moment to check under a stack of books. Hermione had placed one of her creations under them the night before, and hopefully one of the house elves had picked it up during the night. Lifting up the leather book, she sighed. Still there. "I don't understand how they could have missed it." She said aloud, although the only one within earshot was her cat. Hermione situated herself on one of the comfortable couches while Crookshanks tugged at the hem of her robe. Mumbling to herself about a new liberation campaign for Hogwarts, she set the basket down next to her.
Crookshanks jumped up next to its mistress and peeked its large ginger head into the pile of socks, hats, and small sweaters, pulling a sock up with its teeth. "Crookshanks! No!" Hermione tugged, releasing the poor sock from the cat's death grip. "Those aren't for you! Do you look like a horribly oppressed house elf?" Crookshanks let out a low meow. "I didn't think so." Of course, from the outside observer’s point of view, it appeared that Hermione was at it again with her ‘little elf liberation outfits’ as she had overheard another Gryffindor say upon discovering one behind some books.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
application format by dante/dante in ze pot. lyrics from 'wreak havoc' by angelspit. nothing will chase you down if you remove the credits, but i'd rather you not. that is all.
