| Updated Profile
||[Apr. 17th, 2011|06:47 pm]
Age: Old Enough
Messengers: AIM: MercurianAmi
Name: Amy Thayers
Family: Mother--Sheila Thayers; Father--Jerome Thayers
Home town/country: Boston, MA
Native Language: English, but has learned a couple of other languages (Japanese, Spanish, and Latin)
Ethnicity: Caucasian, exact mix unknown
Major/Minor: Pre-Med/Does not have an official minor but takes classes for fun in various areas.
Talents: Amy is quite talented with the harp. She’s more known for skill at chess and computers. She is a talented debater and public speaker, and is a gifted swimmer. While she denies it, she’s also quite good at dealing with children.
Played By: Alexis Bledel
Amy’s eyes are probably the most striking part of her face, a deep blue, and though she’ll never admit it, she is too proud of her eyes to wear glasses. Her dark hair is falls just below her shoulders and full, and is often pulled back out of her face when she is studying or working. She does not tend to do much with her hair, as the whole point of short hair is for it to be easy to fix.
Her complexion is light, but she can hold a tan, and tends to go from sunburn to suntan rather quickly. She has a swimmer’s body, with muscular arms and a strong torso, though she’s by no means manly, just trim. She is not “well-endowed” but she’s content with her figure, though she does not really think about it much.
Amy is not one to smile a lot, but when she does she looks quite pretty, revealing even, white teeth and lighting up her face.
Amy Marguerite Thayers had a normal childhood for the first three years of her life. She was a sweet and precocious child, showing some signs of her advanced intelligence, but for the most part just being a sweet toddler. Many days were spent in her father’s studio, playing while he painted, she was even used as the model for a couple of Jerome’s paintings.
Her perfect little world was shattered, however, shortly after her third birthday as her father left. After that, she only saw her father on weekends, and for the first couple of years, he was good about keeping their visits. Unfortunately, as he became a renowned artist, Jerome started missing visits. It started out as a visit here or there as he attended a reception or was out of town as inspiration struck, and he absolutely had to have a certain model or location.
Around the same time that her visits with her father were growing less regular, Sheila had started noticing that her daughter was quite advanced. She was placed into a private school where she would receive the best quality of education possible. Testing and her own achievements meant that she skipped grades. Unfortunately, being younger than the rest of her classmates did not make it easy for Amy to make friends.
Her time outside of school was often spent with a sitter when she was younger, as her mother’s work at the hospital meant she worked long hours, and Amy came to treasure the evenings that her mother was home, and those dinners, though simple, were something that Amy relished, even at a young age.
Despite the fact that Sheila worked long hours, she loved her daughter. On her days off, the two would spend time together, and though it was often trips to museums (though never art), classical concerts or operas, planetariums, or other educational events, Amy simply enjoyed the time with her mother, especially as time with her father became more and more rare.
In sixth grade, students were able to join the school’s orchestra. Remembering a harp concert she had attended with her mother, Amy asked to be allowed to join and learn the harp. In addition to learning the instrument and basic musical theory in the class, she began to take private lessons. Her mother was not surprised that she excelled at the instrument, but for Amy there was something more to it, an affinity, a connection. When she tried her hand at a different instrument, the results were not disastrous, but they were not anything special. Her skill at the harp simply did not translate to other instruments.
Unfortunately, as her classmates approached adolescence, the gulf between them and herself widened. Amy found herself more and more separated from her colleagues, and those few who had befriended her became distant. Finding herself frequently alone, she took refuge in her studies and the harp.
It was also around this time that Jerome stopped visiting all together. At first, she’d receive a card with a sketch and note on a monthly basis, with actual paintings for her birthday and Christmas. Eventually, even that slowed, so that now the annual paintings are her only connection to her father. Despite being abandoned by him, Amy does keep the collection of cards and paintings safe, adding each new painting to it, wrapped in acid-free paper. She does not care that her father is a world renown painter or that his paintings are valuable, they stay stored in a box, and she does not look at them except when she is first putting it in storage.
Entering High School, Amy tried out for the swim and debate teams, hoping that being a part of teams would make it easier for her to make friends. Unfortunately, by becoming a star on both teams, she inadvertently alienated her classmates further, though they appreciated the advantage that she brought to the teams.
Not surprisingly, Amy graduated valedictorian and had been courted by several colleges. However, feeling isolated, she decided to take a couple of years to volunteer and travel. Despite her age, her mother’s consent and strong letters of recommendation, she was able to find a company which would allow her to join.
The fall that she turned 17, being only a year younger than most entering Freshmen, Amy entered Brighton. While her volunteer work had helped her develop a sense of compassion, she was still slow to open up to others.
Now a Junior and med-student, Amy continues to live on campus. She does have some small skill with cooking, and will often use the common kitchen area to make a simple meal or sandwich rather than going to the school cafeteria. She tends to keep to herself, and does not have any close friends, though she does have a few acquaintances on the Swim and Debate teams and in the school orchestra.
She does not know of any powers, yet. However, she has noticed that she seems to drink water non-stop and takes at least two showers a day, and when it rains, she finds herself taking more time walking to class or taking study breaks just to sit in the rain. While she is not aware of it, Amy has begun to be able to exert control over water. She never has to worry about taking a cold shower and swimming has become even more effortless for her.
First-person RP Sample:
[Private Locked Entry]
I hate to admit this, but there are moments in which I consider giving up. I do not mean doing anything drastic and ending my life, but giving up the quest for perfection. Admittedly, I have had a lot of opportunities that people my age have not, but the price has been higher than I ever expected.
Though, perhaps, all things considered, I should not be particularly surprised by this. After all, even apart from my father, my mother could not manage a successful relationship, and I’m not entirely sure she has more than one or two friends outside of the hospital.
Sometimes it seems like if I allowed myself to get a B, I might get friends.
Honestly, the thought of a B terrifies me.
I’m just scared. Maybe this year can be different.
Third-person RP Sample:
Amy locked the door behind her and headed out to the campus café. She was hoping that relocating to a more public venue would, at the very least, be a start in her being more sociable. As she entered the student commons, she took a deep breath and reminded herself to smile at the people she passed.
She navigated her way to the café, ordered a simple vanilla chai, and then found an empty table. It would barely seat two persons, and once she set up her netbook and books, it would be almost fort like. As she opened her backpack, she bit her lip and then decided instead to only bring out the textbook. There was no need to make it impossible for someone to join her.
As she read the text, she glanced up, looking around at the other people in the café. There were a few other people who were alone, but for the most part, people were there in groups, laughing and talking. Amy sighed softly and glanced at the empty seat across from her. Shaking her head and taking a sip of her drink, she returned her attention to her text.