WINSTON, JAYASHRI EVE

[JAYASHRI EVE WINSTON]

JAYASHRI EVE WINSTON

CHARACTER NAME || Jayashri Eve Winston
NICKNAME || Jaya, Jay
GENDER || Female
AGE || Nineteen
PREFERENCE || Bisexual
MEMBER GROUP || Law
PLAY BY || Freida Pinto

LIKES ||
- Iced tea
- Graphic novels
- Knitting
- Paintball
- Hockey
- Arthouse Films
- Scotch
DISLIKES ||
- Confrontation
- Most romantic comedies
- Baileys
- Chick Lit
- "Poverty Chic"
- Twitter
- Nutella
STRENGTHS ||
- Driven
- Confident
- Studious
- Quick witted
WEAKNESSES ||
- Obsessive about exams
- Doesn't often give second chances
- Often submits to peer pressure
- Will continue to date someone even if she's not happy with them
FEARS ||
- Failing her course
- Not being satisfied with a law or humanities based career
- STDs
SECRETS ||
- According to her mother, she'd the product of a "magical" one night stand and her father was an Indian politician.
- She managed to piece together clues from her mother's past and track down her father. He offered money for her silence and wanted nothing to do with her.
GOALS ||
- Enter a career in law or English teaching
- Buy a nice apartment
PERSONALITY ||

Jaya's mother is an artistic dreamer. She left her nomadic days behind her when she gave birth to Jaya, but she still retained her hippie 'Earth Mother' ways. Jaya grew up on the artistic fringes of inner-Sydney and in free thinking communes in the Blue Mountains. At a young age Jaya began to balance her mother's carefree personality with one that was driven, calculated and serious. In many ways she became the 'parent' in their relationship, and that urge to mother and take control of situations has stayed with Jaya.

PARENTS ||
Tabitha Clarke Winston / 50 / Artist / Mother
Serjat Singh Dhillon / 42 / Politician / Father
SIBLINGS ||
Nardev Singh Dhillon / 10 / Student / Half-Brother
BIRTHPLACE || New Delhi, India
HOMETOWN || Sydney, Australia
NATIONALITY & LANGUAGES || Australian/Indian & English, respectively.

SAMPLE RP HERE [FROM ANOTHER SITE]

[/blockquote]

The branches of the overhanging trees scraped against William's back as he made his way through the dense forest. Soft light seemed to float down from above. Though the twilight hour in the forest would be considered eerie to some, William found his surroundings to be quite tranquil. The ceaseless chatter of students at the Academy and the stiff, formal environment of his father's office were in stark contrast to the comfortable quiet of the forest. Of course, the place wasn't dead silent. The bitter cold and layers of thick snow didn't mean that the forest had stopped thrumming with life. Though he could not hear the gentle trickle of the nearby stream - which in Spring would run rapidly - the scurrying of small animals in the trees and the buzz of distant insects were aurally detectable.

Tugging his large overcoat closer to his body, William trudged forward through the snow. He was quite lucky to have received a new pair of snow boots the week before, as a gift from his mother, as his old pair would certainly have been soaked through by now. Acknowledging his own good fortune always made William simultaneously thankful and melancholic. He really had won the lottery by being born the eldest son of royals. He had honestly never wanted for anything. While William's father in particular had been quite strict on him, all of his material whims were always met. The knowledge that people in his country would be cold and helpless in the winter season made Will's jaw twitch. He knew that the notion was fanciful, but he really did want to find ways to eliminate poverty. If he couldn't destroy the problem entirely, then he wanted to create an environment in his country where there was a very high basic standard of living; where there were less obstacles facing each commoner's chances of success in life.

Will sat down on an oversized rock when he'd reached his destination, and let out a quiet sigh as he admired the view. He'd never let it be known that he quite understood what the Romantics - poets like Keats and Shelley - were on about when they wrote about the beauty of nature. The lines of Keats' To Autumn were coming back to him, and he was struck by the poem's imagery and what he believed was the Keats' core message; that change was inevitable and immortality could only be found in the seasons. This year the seasons had bled quickly into one another; William could scarcely believe that it was winter already.

William had unconciously sat in the pose of a renaissance man, with his fist propping up his chin. For moments, he sat lost in thought... about a girl who had completely captivated him two winters ago. For a long while, he had pushed thoughts of her out of his mind. Today, however, he would sit in solitude and indulge in his memories. They were all that he had left, really. It wouldn't do for him to record his actions and emotions down in some stupid diary. For one thing, he'd probably never hear the end of it from his dorm mates. For another, he'd never want to let the press obtain access to his innermost thoughts. It would be humiliating, for both himself and his family.

Will had been so lost in thought that he had not heard someone approaching the frozen creek. It was only when he heard a loud crack that Will immediately jumped up and saw a figure walking toward him...

[/size][/color][/justify]
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

THE NAME'S LOLLY AND I AM BOARDING THE FEMALE TRAIN
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR NOUGHT POINT ONE SIX YEARS NOW. I ALSO PLAY
[NO OTHER CHARRIES] HERE. AND I AM NINETEEN YEARS YOUNG.

[( ALLY )]