WATSON, AMELIA FAE

[AMELIA FAE WATSON]

Amelia Fae Watson

CHARACTER NAME || Amelia Fae Watson
NICKNAME || Amy, Lia
GENDER || Female
AGE || Twenty-Seven
PREFERENCE || Bi-curios
MEMBER GROUP || Citizen
PLAY BY || Sarah Michelle Gellar

LIKES ||
-Nude Photography
-Alcohol
-Younger Men
-Never Growing Up
-Weed
-Baking
-Video Games, Naked.
DISLIKES ||
-Grading
-Feeling Old
-Getting Caught
-Being Alone
-Feeling Unsuccessful
-Emotions
-Clothes
STRENGTHS ||
-Un-Emotive (When needs to be)
-Seeing beauty and Success in nothing
-Being Stealthy
-Taking Pictures
WEAKNESSES ||
-Being Confronted
-Thinking
-Feeling Love
-Lazy
FEARS ||
-Never Finding True Love
-Pregnancy
-Having to Settle
SECRETS ||
-She Attempts suicide every year around Christmas since she was thirteen. Every time she has failed, or gave up once settling on a plan.
-She used to get beat and raped by her step father when younger.
GOALS ||
-To be a world famous Photographer
-To not be alone
PERSONALITY || Amy is the the middle aged woman doing her best to stay young. She smokes with her students, has sex with her students, and is constantly breaking school rules now for a year and has yet to get caught. She's paradoxical. She wants love, but thinks she can't experience it. Wants a family, but doesn't want kids yet. She doesn't know how to explain herself, but what she does know is photography may be the only thing that has kept her alive. She gets sad easily, despite how happy she tries to be. She loves photographing people, places and events. She works as a College teacher, and occasionally sends documentary photos into the newspaper.

PARENTS ||
-Greg Samson/Deceased/Father
-Harmony Dillard Samson Watson/ 58/ Retired/ Mother
-Anthony Watson/ 60/ Retired/ Step-father
SIBLINGS || None? idk. haven't really decided, but let's say none for now.
BIRTHPLACE || Oxford
HOMETOWN || Oxford
NATIONALITY & LANGUAGES || English

SAMPLE RP HERE

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Amelia had just got her first job. Sure, she had jobs before this one, but they didn't feel real like this. This was what she had went to college for. She had jobs being a bartender, or waitressing but this was the best. She walked out of the large doors, looking back toward the campus. She would be a college teacher. She looked left to right, seeing the boys that passed. She missed college because of this very reason. She loved waitressing, she could go home with whoever would wait for her. Amy wasn't just looking at the guys, they were looking at her. She pulled her hair nervously and smiled, like a young school girl. She was going to love this job. She already knew.

Amy went home to her three cats, two dogs, and her Indian ringneck. She didn't like to feel alone, and her house was large enough to leave the dogs outside, keep the bird in the kitchen, and keep the cats in the spare room. Her favorite was the bird. It was supposedly an distrusting bid when she bought it, but it hopped right onto her arm and began singing with her. She felt a special connection with the bird. The dogs would always love her, the cats would always be hot and cold, depending when they wanted to be snuggled. She picked her bird out of the cage and held it close the her chest, hearing the sweet singing. She smiled and picked up her SLR digital camera. She pointed it toward the bird. It was a sweet moment she wanted. She already had tons of them, but today was the day she got her job. Today it mattered. She focused the lens and pointed the camera toward herself and the bird and snapped the picture. Granted, it would have been much easier with a camera phone, but it turned out better with the camera. She took the bird to the cage, putting it back inside, then going to the spare bedroom, letting the cats out. She hooked the camera to the computer and uploaded the new picture. She edited it quickly, and printed it out, hanging it on a board. The board that held every important moment to her.

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THE NAME'S RHIA AND I AM BOARDING THE FEMALE TRAIN
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR SEVEN YEARS NOW. I ALSO PLAY
[NONE YET] HERE. AND I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS YOUNG.

[( SYLLIE )]