Post by Doll Renee James on May 3, 2011 21:19:03 GMT -5
DollReneeJames
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You may know me as Zana from Support, but soon you're gonna know me for my charries. Doll are pretty damn awesome I am not a canon In fact, they're stuffed TURKEY & puddin I've been doing this for 3 out of the 14 years I've been on the planet. If you need to get a hold of me, just drop me a line at PM
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? FULL NAME Dahlia Renee James
? NICKNAME Doll
? AGE 17
? GENDER Female
? SPECIES Human
? BLOOD TYPE A-
? OCCUPATION No job.
? PLAY BY Sierra Kusterbeck
? HAIR Doll has long brown hair with blonde highlights. Her hair is wavy, but not quite curly.
? EYES Doll’s eyes are brown, but in the right light they look hazel.
? STATS Five foot nine inches, one hundred thirty pounds.
? BODY Doll is skinny and can barely pass for muscular. She has long legs and arms.
? FEATURES Doll has a long scar running the length of the side of her left leg.
? WARDROBE Doll usually wears skater clothes like vans. She wears sundresses and skinny jeans.
? OTHER FORMN/A
? LIKES
Blue
Blowing Bubbles
Clothes Shopping
Drawing
Thunderstorms
& People Watching
? DISLIKES
Brown
Eating Out
Doing Her Hair
Winter
Snow
& Gatorade
? STRENGTHS
Good at Listening
Helpful
Problem Solver
& Smart
? WEAKNESSES
Stubborn
Pessimistic
Loner
& Not Good With People
? SKILLS
Singing
& Drawing
? FEARS
Being Abandoned
& Dying
? FULL PERSONALITY Doll is witty and enjoys being sarcastic. She pushes people away and hates social events. She can’t stand meeting new people and act like she cares for making conversation with them. She enjoys watching people fail and can’t stand when someone is better than her. She can find something funny in a lot of everyday phrases. She loves to laugh. She loves making others laugh as well.
? MOTHER Clarissa, 43, Human, Alive.
? FATHER Jackson, 46, Human, Dead.
? SIBLINGS Jason, 10, Human, Alive. Claire, 4, Human, Dead.
? IMPORTANT PEOPLE Best Friend, Saidie, 17, Human, Alive.
? BIRTHPLACE Los Angeles, California, USA
? BIRTHDAY May first nineteen ninety-four
? FULL HISTORY Doll was born in a normal home. She went to school and made good grades, but didn’t have many friends. When she was seven her brother, Jason was born. She loved him and they got along great. In fifth grade she met Saidie. Saidie wasn’t that popular with people either. She was so similar to Doll that her mom joked they were separated at birth.
When Doll was twelve her mother had a baby girl named Claire. Doll watched the baby when her mother had to go out to the store and such. Doll was watching Claire when the oven burst into flame. Doll had been trying to cook dinner and surprise her mother. Doll ran with Claire to get Jason and get out of the house, but when the two siblings got outside Claire wasn’t there. The firemen wouldn’t let her in and she began to have a panic attack.
Doll still feels she is to blame for this. She and her mother’s relationship became strained. A few weeks after Claire’s death, Jason walked in on his father’s corpse. They autopsy concluded suicide. Doll blames herself for this too. Being only sixteen, she couldn’t leave her house. She couldn’t leave Jason either, so she decided to wait until she was eighteen years old.
Doll and Saidie fell apart after Doll stopped talking to her. She couldn’t bring herself to have the luxuries her sister would never have. Saidie and Doll still aren’t friends. Doll is counting the days until she can leave.
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Doll closed her eyes. Sleep wasn’t coming fast enough to suit her. She needed to dream her way out of reality. Finally she decided she wouldn’t find solace in her bed. She got up and went to her mom’s garden. It was blooming small colorful buds. Reds, yellows, pinks, purples, and whites looked like a paint splattered painting on a green canvas. Crickets were chirping noisily in the background. Doll shut her eyes once more and began to relive the nightmare. She pinched the memory away and tried again. This time sleep came easier. She dreamed of the garden growing right before her eyes and weird dreams about talking flowers.
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