Post by Teagan Fletcher on Nov 24, 2009 22:02:19 GMT -5
*get over it,
teagan CLAIRE fletcher
hey bitchs, bobbie here.
i found riddle me this on the back of my brain
i've been living for about twentythree years and about two years of my life has been spent roleplaying
if you ever need me you can holla my name by pm
teagan CLAIRE fletcher
hey bitchs, bobbie here.
i found riddle me this on the back of my brain
i've been living for about twentythree years and about two years of my life has been spent roleplaying
if you ever need me you can holla my name by pm
*simple and sweet,
birth name, teagan claire fletcher
nicknames, teag
age && date of birth, 25, October 29th
gender, female
sexuality, homosexual
grade or occupation, french teacher at cordova high
major, n/a
*i'm no supermodel,
hair colour, brown, though occasionally dyed red or blonde…
eye colour, blue
height, 5’4”
weight, 118 lb
play by, rachel mcadams
*this is me,
likes, old English, the color blue, the smell of rain, dogs, cats, dancing, soft music, rose petals, leather, performance theater, museums, music, mysteries, dresses, skirts, high heeled shoes, sparkly things, lakes, swimming, swans, feathers in general, black and white photography, Audrey Hepburn, kisses, hugs, coffee, staying up late, sleeping in…
dislikes, judgmental people, rap music, horror movies (they usually suck), opera, animal abusers, getting sick, chicken soup, cold coffee, bratty children, her neighbor’s cat, the blonde girl with the growly voice on the food network, stereotypes, bad hair days, being clumsy, getting awkward looks for holding a girl’s hand…
fears, dying, heights, spiders
*my life story,
hometown, Ontario, Canada
parents, Adelaide and David Fletcher
siblings, none
pets, a cat, Micah
other relatives, no one important
history, Having been born in Canada, Teagan learned the basics of French as well as she learned those of English. She was raised to be the prim and proper example of the daughter her parents wanted. She took ballet lessons and was taught to appreciate the softer side of life. The catch? She found herself feeling as though the entire world crashed down upon her when she was eight and her best friend told her they couldn’t be friends anymore.
By the time she was thirteen, she’d realized that she was missing a vital part of being the perfect daughter. She was not and never would be heterosexual. That being said, she could never give her parents grandchildren. She took her time thinking of a way to tell them, but when she was sixteen, she decided it was time to be honest. When she told them, though, her parents responded in shock and horror. They weren’t willing to budge at all on their views, and considered Teagan a disgrace. She was kicked out of her house and, having nowhere else to go, moved to the US to live with her aunt Vanessa in Cordova, NJ.
At first, Teagan pretended to be what she thought people wanted her to be. Her aunt, though, was a lot more lenient and less judgmental than her parents. By the time she got into college, she was comfortable with her sexuality and wasn’t at all secretive about it. She actively flirted with girls she found attractive and even had a few girlfriends.
When she turned twentyone, she bought herself a tattoo for her birthday. She couldn’t help but notice that the girl who did the tattoo was impossibly attractive in a rugged sort of way. She didn’t figure she’d see her again, though.
Teagan couldn’t quit thinking about the other girl. She tried to distract herself with single girls at a local bar, but all he found was the chance to see the tattoo artist again. Apparently, the girl was also a bartender, so there wasn’t exactly a way for them to avoid one another. Teagan, of course, couldn’t help but flirt a little, but she’d always been terrible at knowing when a girl was a lesbian…
Lucky for her, the bartender happened to flirt back, and it wasn’t long before they started seeing one another. Teagan is currently a French teacher, and she occasionally acts at the community theater. She and Cass live together, though they can’t actually get married. It’s still illegal in a lot of states.
*how we do,
I refuse on principle.
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birth name, teagan claire fletcher
nicknames, teag
age && date of birth, 25, October 29th
gender, female
sexuality, homosexual
grade or occupation, french teacher at cordova high
major, n/a
*i'm no supermodel,
hair colour, brown, though occasionally dyed red or blonde…
eye colour, blue
height, 5’4”
weight, 118 lb
play by, rachel mcadams
*this is me,
likes, old English, the color blue, the smell of rain, dogs, cats, dancing, soft music, rose petals, leather, performance theater, museums, music, mysteries, dresses, skirts, high heeled shoes, sparkly things, lakes, swimming, swans, feathers in general, black and white photography, Audrey Hepburn, kisses, hugs, coffee, staying up late, sleeping in…
dislikes, judgmental people, rap music, horror movies (they usually suck), opera, animal abusers, getting sick, chicken soup, cold coffee, bratty children, her neighbor’s cat, the blonde girl with the growly voice on the food network, stereotypes, bad hair days, being clumsy, getting awkward looks for holding a girl’s hand…
fears, dying, heights, spiders
*my life story,
hometown, Ontario, Canada
parents, Adelaide and David Fletcher
siblings, none
pets, a cat, Micah
other relatives, no one important
history, Having been born in Canada, Teagan learned the basics of French as well as she learned those of English. She was raised to be the prim and proper example of the daughter her parents wanted. She took ballet lessons and was taught to appreciate the softer side of life. The catch? She found herself feeling as though the entire world crashed down upon her when she was eight and her best friend told her they couldn’t be friends anymore.
By the time she was thirteen, she’d realized that she was missing a vital part of being the perfect daughter. She was not and never would be heterosexual. That being said, she could never give her parents grandchildren. She took her time thinking of a way to tell them, but when she was sixteen, she decided it was time to be honest. When she told them, though, her parents responded in shock and horror. They weren’t willing to budge at all on their views, and considered Teagan a disgrace. She was kicked out of her house and, having nowhere else to go, moved to the US to live with her aunt Vanessa in Cordova, NJ.
At first, Teagan pretended to be what she thought people wanted her to be. Her aunt, though, was a lot more lenient and less judgmental than her parents. By the time she got into college, she was comfortable with her sexuality and wasn’t at all secretive about it. She actively flirted with girls she found attractive and even had a few girlfriends.
When she turned twentyone, she bought herself a tattoo for her birthday. She couldn’t help but notice that the girl who did the tattoo was impossibly attractive in a rugged sort of way. She didn’t figure she’d see her again, though.
Teagan couldn’t quit thinking about the other girl. She tried to distract herself with single girls at a local bar, but all he found was the chance to see the tattoo artist again. Apparently, the girl was also a bartender, so there wasn’t exactly a way for them to avoid one another. Teagan, of course, couldn’t help but flirt a little, but she’d always been terrible at knowing when a girl was a lesbian…
Lucky for her, the bartender happened to flirt back, and it wasn’t long before they started seeing one another. Teagan is currently a French teacher, and she occasionally acts at the community theater. She and Cass live together, though they can’t actually get married. It’s still illegal in a lot of states.
*how we do,
I refuse on principle.
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this application template was made by melody of whitepages, a.k.a. melodymonte
all header credits come from songs or something i just came up with randomly
leave the credits on or melody won't be happy at all... and you don't want to see her upset.
