Post by Jaimie Sullivan on Mar 29, 2009 15:23:14 GMT -5
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Jaimie Kiah Sullivan
Subject: Geometry and Math
Age:24
Gender:Female
Height: 5'3”
Weight: 138
Eye Color: Green, but wears brown colored contacts whenever.
Hair: Bright red
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Pastime Information
Hobbies/Talents/Skills:
I like writing Harry Potter fan-fiction, watching animes and reading mangas, and drawing (I'm not that good yet, but I'm trying). I've already completed one book of fan-fiction, published on the interweb, and I'm working on a lot of others. I also enjoy watching House, reading funny books, and dabbling in herbal medicine. I never got my degree in herbal medicine, but I took a lot of classes and it's pretty fun.
Sports: N/A
Clubs: N/A
Gangs: N/A
Misc.: I'm a mom. I take care of a three-month-old girl every day so I don't want to hear about not being active in the school's extra curiculars.
Mental Information
Personality:
I'm pretty much the most awesome person you'll ever meet. I'm not ridiculously high strung, but I'm not too relaxed for my own good. I'm also sarcastic and I have a dry sense of humor. If you think I'm insulting you, check my face. There'll usually be a grin.
I'm not afraid to say what I think. If I think something's stupid, I'll say it. I don't hold back my opinions. Sure it'll get me in trouble once in a while, but if I can run fast enough or talk my way out of it, I'm good.
I usually have a smile on my face. If I don't, there's something really wrong. No, I'm not gonna go all weepy, I'll just open a can of smack down on something. Yeah, when I'm not grinning, run really really fast. Seriously, your insurance company will thank you.
I also don't have a lot of patience so, even if my grin's still on, I might be getting ready to assign a lot of extra homework to you or send you to the dean's office. If I give you a warning, you'd better take it.
Likes:
-Harry Potter through Book 5
-Herbal Medicine
-Being Obnoxious
-Writing fan-fiction
-The Light Bulb moment
-Cookies and Milk
-Sun Chips
-Anime and Manga
-My daughter, Anna
-My boyfriend, Matt Keizer
Dislikes:
-Harry Potter Books 6 & 7
-Obnoxious students
-Mary-Sues
-"I don't get it!"
-When I'm out of milk and/or cookies
-Fatty chips
-American "Animes"
-Organized religion
Mentality/Ideal/Belief:
I'm a pretty open-minded girl. If you believe something, I'm not going to say you're wrong, I'll listen to you. I have my beliefs, other people have their's, who am I to say that anyone's wrong? That's not to say I'll not give you my opinions! I have plenty of those and tend to say them when I feel like. I'm a good person, but not THAT good.
I try not to enforce the corporal punishment bit of the system. I don't see it's necessity and use extra homework and referrals to the administration as methods of enforcing order in my classroom. If I think you need a good smack, I'll give it to you—when I'm calm and have control over myself. If you fail a test, you will retake it until you pass. I hold tutoring every day during lunch and after school, you just have to come and get help. My teaching ideal is that you're all smart enough to figure these things out, you just have to be shown how.
I believe in the Catholic faith, but do not enjoy going to church as I have a fear of organized religion. I study the faith on my own, holding masses with Brothers and reading the Bible in my spare time. I will teach my daughter my faith, but I will also teach her others, letting her make up her own mind.
Physical Information
Build: Jaimie's still pretty thin, but has gained some weight due to her pregnancy. She is toned, but not a muscle-woman. She's built for teaching, mothering, and smacking her boyfriend around when he's stupid, not being a fighting machine.
Defining Marks: N/A
Description:
Face
It's a heart! Well, to be more specific, it's heart-shaped. It's pretty average looking. No acne, thank god, compared to adolescent years. No scars too, again thank god. That face makes some people I'm younger than I really am. Yeah, I'm not quite old enough to want that. But, still, I'm average looking. Any questions?
Body
I'm lean and not much of a fighting machine. Basically, I'm built for speed, not strength. My legs and torso are average length, like the rest of me. Except my chest. Yeah, I have an ample bosom and I'm proud of it! I've got bigger boobs than my sisters and I'm the youngest! Mom said it'd turn out like that. But, yeah, I'm average. Other than the boobs. Moving on.
Clothes
I'm pretty laid back when it comes to style. Comfortable and cute is my motto. I don't wear heels and I'm never gonna try. I stick with jeans and a t-shirt most days. Sundays, I'll break out khakis and a polo. Sorry for being less feminine than the average girl, but I'd rather be comfortable than impressing people any day. If it does both, than great. I also like my hats. Yeah, don't mess with those. That's about it.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Street/Girl fighting
Years Practiced: 10
Description of style: I just use the usual girl-fight techniques, pulling hair, slapping, etc. There are times when I'll give a little punch or kick, you know, street fighting stuff, but I try to keep away from all that since I'm not very good at it. If it's fight or flight, I usually take the latter and run away. I just don't really like violence and I'm not very coordinated. Sorry if that's disappointing.
Overall Strengths: I can pull out your hair!!!
Overall Weaknesses: I can't fight that well, I'm uncoordinated, and I usually run away from conflict as fast as I can. If those aren't weaknesses, I don't know what they are. Again, sorry to disappoint.
History Information
History:
Lessee....
I was born on May 26 some year, I dunno, 23 years ago, I guess. I was the third daughter, fourth kid, of this very decent couple that lived in some little town in upper New York. My parents were very very Irish. Down to the last bright red hair. The entire family had this bright red mop that was straight as an arrow. When we all got together, the effect was very...obnoxious.
So, right, growing up.
My brother was the oldest of us. He was 7 years older than me and already shining in the computer field when he was 10 and I was just barely old enough to understand my parents' reading to me. Yeah, my brother was pretty decent with computers and, as a result, that's what babysitting was, him glued to a computer screen or finding new ways to get in trouble.
We got into so much trouble when he babysat my sisters and I. We had rock fights in the middle of the street where we used tennis rackets to hit the little suckers at each other. We did other, less dangerous, crud too. We saw how long a string of attached garbage bags was, dug a couple giant holes in the backyard, got dragged down them stairs, dangled from the top bunk of my sisters' bunk bed, yeah we did a lot of stuff. Looking back, we were so close. Nowadays, we're no where near that state. But, I'm getting off the subject. The point is, we were close. Well, sort of.
The four of us were divided into teams most times. Brian and Lindsay, my second sister who was three years older, were one and Marie, my first sister who was five years older, and I were the other. When ever there was a fight, we separated into those teams. I remember I was once holed up in Marie's room while Lindsay and Brian were off doing something, I dunno, maybe cards or something, and we decorated her inflatable furniture. I wonder where that stuff ever ended up. Probably sold in a garage sale or thrown away, I bet.
Marie became a bit of a parent to me, in both ways, when my mom went through that cancer crap when I was 8 or so. Yeah, my mom got stomach cancer. It didn't traumatize me too much. Anyways, while Dad was off working or helping my mom through treatment, Maire was a parent to me. She showed me cool stuff, but also disciplined me. We were really really close. It proved to bite me in the butt when I was 14 and she was getting married to a guy I didn't really know. Yeah, that caused me to have a bout of nausea that lasted for a month or so.
Once I was 13, Marie was headed off to college and Brian had already spent two years there. Marie went to Penn State whereas Brian was happy in NYC. I think that's where the distance started growing. We weren't together and, whenever we were, there was this nostalgia that showed how far apart we'd grown. During the two years that Lindsay was still home, we got sort of close. I think it was because our teammates were gone.
Lindsay and I started resembling actual sisters during that time. We developed similar voices, different mannerisms, and we got along some days and were in each other's faces others. The funny bit about the arguing, though, was the fact that we had similar voices. When we were both the same sort of angry, it sounded like one person was shouting back and forth at themselves. Eventually, we realized this and broke down giggling. Yeah, those were a good two years. Then Lindsay headed off to college.
Lindsay went off to Yale like the great achiever she was born to be. Meanwhile, I was left alone with our parents. Correction, I was left alone. Mom and Dad had other things to worry about than how weird and how sarcastic their last kid was getting. I also started just getting really angry and angsty at the world. I spent my time in my own little world. I didn't fit in and I didn't try to. I also didn't have my siblings to help me out of my dark little cloud. That was not a fun time.
After three years of being on my own, I went off to college in NYC. Brian started talking to me, gave me some tips on what to do in college and life. I made friends during those years. There were a lot of odd balls in the world and my college was a gathering place for them. I finally fit in. College was the most fun I'd had in years. It was like having my siblings back. Too bad I couldn't stay in class forever.
I had to get a job. Well, I'd thought about it for a while before declaring my major back in Freshman year of college and I wanted to teach kids math. It was something solid in the high school years of uncertainty. It sounded good. I got my degree in teaching. Yeah, it was kinda lame, but it was something solid. So, after graduating, I needed a job.
I found a job substituting in the city schools. It was alright. I subbed for a lot of subjects and I saw a lot of the same things I went through at that age. The worst bit was the system they had in the city. They had a Pillar System and Corporal Punishment. Hurting kids to make them behave? Not gonna work. I refrained for any punishing and usually just made them do a wall-sit for thirty seconds or whatever when it was unavoidable. The year of subbing was difficult. All the more reason to find a steady job. I did.
I found a job in July of the year after subbing. There was a pretty rough school that had been rebuilt and needed lots of teachers. I needed a job, so I took it. I got to teach little miscreants Geometry and Algebra I. Fun.
Right around the time I found a job, Brian got married and the family was all together. We weren't patching up old wounds, especially since we were spread throughout New York and, in Marie's case, Pennsylvania. We were still pretty distant, but at least we talked. We decided we'd at least try to get together on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and maybe Easter. It wasn't the same, though. We couldn't take back those years. So, we did the next best thing. We just tried going back to the way were before. It sort of worked. Though, it was mostly a free for all between the four of us. Things could never be that way again.
After a year of teaching, I had a boyfriend, a child, and quite a few memories. My boyfriend got a large record deal, causing us to uproot and go to California. I needed another job and, since I had the experience in a school like it, I took a job at PHS #42 teaching Geometry and Algebra. So, let the fun begin.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Apartment
Roommates:Matt and Anna Keizer
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Stats
Strength: 25
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 65
Wisdom: 40
Charisma: 50
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "Put my earmuffs on the cupcake, Jenkins."
Name: Jaimie Kiah Sullivan
Subject: Geometry and Math
Age:24
Gender:Female
Height: 5'3”
Weight: 138
Eye Color: Green, but wears brown colored contacts whenever.
Hair: Bright red
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Pastime Information
Hobbies/Talents/Skills:
I like writing Harry Potter fan-fiction, watching animes and reading mangas, and drawing (I'm not that good yet, but I'm trying). I've already completed one book of fan-fiction, published on the interweb, and I'm working on a lot of others. I also enjoy watching House, reading funny books, and dabbling in herbal medicine. I never got my degree in herbal medicine, but I took a lot of classes and it's pretty fun.
Sports: N/A
Clubs: N/A
Gangs: N/A
Misc.: I'm a mom. I take care of a three-month-old girl every day so I don't want to hear about not being active in the school's extra curiculars.
Mental Information
Personality:
I'm pretty much the most awesome person you'll ever meet. I'm not ridiculously high strung, but I'm not too relaxed for my own good. I'm also sarcastic and I have a dry sense of humor. If you think I'm insulting you, check my face. There'll usually be a grin.
I'm not afraid to say what I think. If I think something's stupid, I'll say it. I don't hold back my opinions. Sure it'll get me in trouble once in a while, but if I can run fast enough or talk my way out of it, I'm good.
I usually have a smile on my face. If I don't, there's something really wrong. No, I'm not gonna go all weepy, I'll just open a can of smack down on something. Yeah, when I'm not grinning, run really really fast. Seriously, your insurance company will thank you.
I also don't have a lot of patience so, even if my grin's still on, I might be getting ready to assign a lot of extra homework to you or send you to the dean's office. If I give you a warning, you'd better take it.
Likes:
-Harry Potter through Book 5
-Herbal Medicine
-Being Obnoxious
-Writing fan-fiction
-The Light Bulb moment
-Cookies and Milk
-Sun Chips
-Anime and Manga
-My daughter, Anna
-My boyfriend, Matt Keizer
Dislikes:
-Harry Potter Books 6 & 7
-Obnoxious students
-Mary-Sues
-"I don't get it!"
-When I'm out of milk and/or cookies
-Fatty chips
-American "Animes"
-Organized religion
Mentality/Ideal/Belief:
I'm a pretty open-minded girl. If you believe something, I'm not going to say you're wrong, I'll listen to you. I have my beliefs, other people have their's, who am I to say that anyone's wrong? That's not to say I'll not give you my opinions! I have plenty of those and tend to say them when I feel like. I'm a good person, but not THAT good.
I try not to enforce the corporal punishment bit of the system. I don't see it's necessity and use extra homework and referrals to the administration as methods of enforcing order in my classroom. If I think you need a good smack, I'll give it to you—when I'm calm and have control over myself. If you fail a test, you will retake it until you pass. I hold tutoring every day during lunch and after school, you just have to come and get help. My teaching ideal is that you're all smart enough to figure these things out, you just have to be shown how.
I believe in the Catholic faith, but do not enjoy going to church as I have a fear of organized religion. I study the faith on my own, holding masses with Brothers and reading the Bible in my spare time. I will teach my daughter my faith, but I will also teach her others, letting her make up her own mind.
Physical Information
Build: Jaimie's still pretty thin, but has gained some weight due to her pregnancy. She is toned, but not a muscle-woman. She's built for teaching, mothering, and smacking her boyfriend around when he's stupid, not being a fighting machine.
Defining Marks: N/A
Description:
Face
It's a heart! Well, to be more specific, it's heart-shaped. It's pretty average looking. No acne, thank god, compared to adolescent years. No scars too, again thank god. That face makes some people I'm younger than I really am. Yeah, I'm not quite old enough to want that. But, still, I'm average looking. Any questions?
Body
I'm lean and not much of a fighting machine. Basically, I'm built for speed, not strength. My legs and torso are average length, like the rest of me. Except my chest. Yeah, I have an ample bosom and I'm proud of it! I've got bigger boobs than my sisters and I'm the youngest! Mom said it'd turn out like that. But, yeah, I'm average. Other than the boobs. Moving on.
Clothes
I'm pretty laid back when it comes to style. Comfortable and cute is my motto. I don't wear heels and I'm never gonna try. I stick with jeans and a t-shirt most days. Sundays, I'll break out khakis and a polo. Sorry for being less feminine than the average girl, but I'd rather be comfortable than impressing people any day. If it does both, than great. I also like my hats. Yeah, don't mess with those. That's about it.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Street/Girl fighting
Years Practiced: 10
Description of style: I just use the usual girl-fight techniques, pulling hair, slapping, etc. There are times when I'll give a little punch or kick, you know, street fighting stuff, but I try to keep away from all that since I'm not very good at it. If it's fight or flight, I usually take the latter and run away. I just don't really like violence and I'm not very coordinated. Sorry if that's disappointing.
Overall Strengths: I can pull out your hair!!!
Overall Weaknesses: I can't fight that well, I'm uncoordinated, and I usually run away from conflict as fast as I can. If those aren't weaknesses, I don't know what they are. Again, sorry to disappoint.
History Information
History:
Lessee....
I was born on May 26 some year, I dunno, 23 years ago, I guess. I was the third daughter, fourth kid, of this very decent couple that lived in some little town in upper New York. My parents were very very Irish. Down to the last bright red hair. The entire family had this bright red mop that was straight as an arrow. When we all got together, the effect was very...obnoxious.
So, right, growing up.
My brother was the oldest of us. He was 7 years older than me and already shining in the computer field when he was 10 and I was just barely old enough to understand my parents' reading to me. Yeah, my brother was pretty decent with computers and, as a result, that's what babysitting was, him glued to a computer screen or finding new ways to get in trouble.
We got into so much trouble when he babysat my sisters and I. We had rock fights in the middle of the street where we used tennis rackets to hit the little suckers at each other. We did other, less dangerous, crud too. We saw how long a string of attached garbage bags was, dug a couple giant holes in the backyard, got dragged down them stairs, dangled from the top bunk of my sisters' bunk bed, yeah we did a lot of stuff. Looking back, we were so close. Nowadays, we're no where near that state. But, I'm getting off the subject. The point is, we were close. Well, sort of.
The four of us were divided into teams most times. Brian and Lindsay, my second sister who was three years older, were one and Marie, my first sister who was five years older, and I were the other. When ever there was a fight, we separated into those teams. I remember I was once holed up in Marie's room while Lindsay and Brian were off doing something, I dunno, maybe cards or something, and we decorated her inflatable furniture. I wonder where that stuff ever ended up. Probably sold in a garage sale or thrown away, I bet.
Marie became a bit of a parent to me, in both ways, when my mom went through that cancer crap when I was 8 or so. Yeah, my mom got stomach cancer. It didn't traumatize me too much. Anyways, while Dad was off working or helping my mom through treatment, Maire was a parent to me. She showed me cool stuff, but also disciplined me. We were really really close. It proved to bite me in the butt when I was 14 and she was getting married to a guy I didn't really know. Yeah, that caused me to have a bout of nausea that lasted for a month or so.
Once I was 13, Marie was headed off to college and Brian had already spent two years there. Marie went to Penn State whereas Brian was happy in NYC. I think that's where the distance started growing. We weren't together and, whenever we were, there was this nostalgia that showed how far apart we'd grown. During the two years that Lindsay was still home, we got sort of close. I think it was because our teammates were gone.
Lindsay and I started resembling actual sisters during that time. We developed similar voices, different mannerisms, and we got along some days and were in each other's faces others. The funny bit about the arguing, though, was the fact that we had similar voices. When we were both the same sort of angry, it sounded like one person was shouting back and forth at themselves. Eventually, we realized this and broke down giggling. Yeah, those were a good two years. Then Lindsay headed off to college.
Lindsay went off to Yale like the great achiever she was born to be. Meanwhile, I was left alone with our parents. Correction, I was left alone. Mom and Dad had other things to worry about than how weird and how sarcastic their last kid was getting. I also started just getting really angry and angsty at the world. I spent my time in my own little world. I didn't fit in and I didn't try to. I also didn't have my siblings to help me out of my dark little cloud. That was not a fun time.
After three years of being on my own, I went off to college in NYC. Brian started talking to me, gave me some tips on what to do in college and life. I made friends during those years. There were a lot of odd balls in the world and my college was a gathering place for them. I finally fit in. College was the most fun I'd had in years. It was like having my siblings back. Too bad I couldn't stay in class forever.
I had to get a job. Well, I'd thought about it for a while before declaring my major back in Freshman year of college and I wanted to teach kids math. It was something solid in the high school years of uncertainty. It sounded good. I got my degree in teaching. Yeah, it was kinda lame, but it was something solid. So, after graduating, I needed a job.
I found a job substituting in the city schools. It was alright. I subbed for a lot of subjects and I saw a lot of the same things I went through at that age. The worst bit was the system they had in the city. They had a Pillar System and Corporal Punishment. Hurting kids to make them behave? Not gonna work. I refrained for any punishing and usually just made them do a wall-sit for thirty seconds or whatever when it was unavoidable. The year of subbing was difficult. All the more reason to find a steady job. I did.
I found a job in July of the year after subbing. There was a pretty rough school that had been rebuilt and needed lots of teachers. I needed a job, so I took it. I got to teach little miscreants Geometry and Algebra I. Fun.
Right around the time I found a job, Brian got married and the family was all together. We weren't patching up old wounds, especially since we were spread throughout New York and, in Marie's case, Pennsylvania. We were still pretty distant, but at least we talked. We decided we'd at least try to get together on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and maybe Easter. It wasn't the same, though. We couldn't take back those years. So, we did the next best thing. We just tried going back to the way were before. It sort of worked. Though, it was mostly a free for all between the four of us. Things could never be that way again.
After a year of teaching, I had a boyfriend, a child, and quite a few memories. My boyfriend got a large record deal, causing us to uproot and go to California. I needed another job and, since I had the experience in a school like it, I took a job at PHS #42 teaching Geometry and Algebra. So, let the fun begin.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Apartment
Roommates:Matt and Anna Keizer
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Stats
Strength: 25
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 65
Wisdom: 40
Charisma: 50
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| Jacket/Coat | N/A |
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| Ring | N/A |
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| Belt | N/A |
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| 1 | N/A |
| 2 | N/A |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "Put my earmuffs on the cupcake, Jenkins."
