WINTERS, bailey phoenix

[bailey pheonix winters]

*get over it,
baileyPHOENIX winters


hey bitches, jo here.
i found get over it on some random site
and i joined because it looks like a great site
i've been living for about seventeen years and about three and a half years of my life has been spent roleplaying
if you ever need me you can holla my name by pm and msn

*simple and sweet,
birth name, bailey phoenix winters
nicknames, bail, bailz, phoen
age && date of birth, twenty, august 4th
gender, female
sexuality, straight
professor, or student?, student

*i'm no supermodel,
hair colour, black
eye colour, grey-blue
height, five foot four
weight, one hundred twenty pounds
physical flaws, has a couple huge scars all over her back
general appearance,

Bailey has gorgeous naturally black hair that shines and shimmers in the sunlight. But seeing as the girl likes to stand out, this just isn't enough for her personal taste. She loves to poof up her hair to the maximum it can possibly go along with adding a few extensions here and there along with the random bow or tiara. Her natural hair falls below her shoulders but she's contemplated cutting it shorter, pixie style; however, she hasn't summoned up the needed courage to see her shiny hair fall to the ground just yet.

Bailey finds her face to be a beautiful, clean slate just asking to be decorated. Her pale complexion, which contrasts greatly with her dark hair, is almost sheet white but it doesn't bother the girl. Make-up just shows up better on pale skin. Bailz loves to dress up her face with make-up, especially making her eye-shadow very eccentric. Bright colours are one of her favourite things, and she'd never go without letting people know that.

Bailey's eyes are a grey-blue colour, but sometimes they look more grey than blue and sometimes the opposite way around. She thinks they change colour with her mood, but so far she hasn't really been able to pinpoint what each colour means, so that's probably just wishful thinking. Bailz delicately plucks her eyebrows to give them a more defined look.

Bailey is short and cute. At least, that's how people have described her. She only reaches five foot four inches, flatfooted. On her tippy-toes she can reach five foot six. Bailz only weighs about 120 pounds, but it's not like she's counting...

Bailey's style is something to be seen. It's hard to describe really. A lot of people would call her scene, I guess. She'd describe herself as unique. She loves bright colours, along with black. She loves tank tops, mini-skirts, blouses, and skinny-jeans, just to name a few things.

play by, megan hollywood

*this is me,
likes,

Bright colours, Bass guitar, S'mores, Boys, Animals, Talking, Cute clothes, Happiness,Parties and Alcohol, Anything that makes her scream and laugh,Waffles with whipped cream and sour cherries, Sour candy, Sunglasses, Mornings, Cigarettes, Necklaces, Watching Lightning, Kissing, PJ's, Water Fights, Make-Up, Hair, Music, Talking on AIM and the phone,

dislikes,

Sleeping in, Fakes, Crying, Karaoke, Vehicles, Drugs, Death, Creepy Crawlies, Wind, Tight Spaces (Claustrophobia), Cheaters, Liars, Snitches, Cravings, Smog, Idiots who don't know how to drive, Bottled water, Balls, Clowns, Soap Opera's, Courtroom TV series, Things under her bed, Messy places

habits,

Her eyes get really wide when she's scared or lying, which makes it nearly impossible for her to lie or pretend she isn't actually scared of something. She also obsesses over her bass guitar, which she named Jude. She loves the thing to death and plays it for a few hours nearly ever day. When Bailey is bored, she cleans under her fingernails. It's just a habit, but at least it's better than chewing on them. When she gets mad her face scrunches up, and she twitches her fingers against something. And when Bailz is sleepy, her eyes blink very rapidly and uncontrollably.

weakness'

Sudden change of attitude. If someone says something wrong to her or makes her angry, Bailz will most likely suddenly change her attitude about you and become mad or sad, or something to that affect.

strengths,

Bailey is probably the most fun-loving person you will ever meet. She loves to be out and having a good time with friends.

goals,

Get through college, possibly get married and have kids. Pretty much just live and have fun.

secrets,

Bailey doesn't really keep secrets. But one thing she doesn't tell a soul is that she fears her mood-swings will hurt someone really badly, yet she likes that it gives her the attention she likes.

overall personality,

Bailz is a very eccentric type of girl. She's always out having a good time, and if she's not, there is probably something wrong. She loves to be partying, drinking, and smoking, but she doesn't really like drugs, although she does do them from time to time. She hopes that she won't ever take her partying too far. But people do slip up. Along with being a total party animal, Bailey is bold. She says what she wants, when she wants, how she wants, and where she wants without too much thought about how it might affect who ever may be listening in.

Bailey loves life. She loves waking up early in the morning to make a good breakfast for her and whoever might be around so they can start their day off well. She loves just looking at a pretty flower and enjoying its fresh scent and beauty. She loves taking long walks by herself or with a friend just for fun. She loves being herself and wouldn't trade it for the world.

However, there is a bad side to being Bailey. She is overly eccentric and that can lead to trouble. If people piss her off, she won't be afraid to give them a piece of her mind. And really, the girl gets pissed off too easily. A simple little thing as a dirty dish can send her into a screaming fit. What a sad reality for the girl. She doesn't really like her mood swings, but she does like attention.

Actually, Bailey craves attention. She totally digs it and loves when people look at her. She likes when boys are drawn to her, and can't help but flirt back. It's just her nature. She could write a book on how to flirt properly, and it'd become a best seller, no doubt.

Bailey adores people. She loves her friends and values them very much. She tries very hard not to do anything that would ever hurt them, and always tries to keep the peace with her peeps. She is quite understanding, if what you tell her is worth understanding, that is.

*my life story,
hometown, Los Angeles
current town, Los Angeles
parents, Nakita and Darren Winters
siblings, Younger Brother - Charles EverettWinters - 17 Years Old
other relatives, n.a
history,

Born on August 4th, Bailey's parents were so happy. They had been trying to have a child for what seemed like centuries to them and finally! They had a gorgeous black-haired little girl that they named Bailey Phoenix, but you can just call her Bailey. Her dad calls her Bailey-Bum. She hates it, but it's her dad so she just smiles at him.

The beginning of Bailey's life isn't all that interesting. She went through all the normal stages in a human's growth, which includes the diaper stage, learning how to crawl and walk and run, starting to talk and being potty-trained. When Bailey was a toddler, one of her favourite things to do was cause trouble. Her favourite form of causing trouble: colouring on the walls. She thought her graffiti was a beautiful work of art! Her mother thought otherwise... Oh yes, her toddler years were wonderful.

When Bailey was three, another miracle happened and Charles Everett Winters was born into this world by Bailey's parents. Again, they were overly happy that they now had a son. Their family was complete - two loving parents, a beautiful baby girl, and now her brother, who was equally as magnificent as their first child. The two children got along wonderfully, best friends from the very beginning.

School was no issue for Bailey at all. She took to it like a little kid to a candy bar. She made friends quickly and easy and became very popular. Many of the other girls were jealous of her long, black, shiny hair, and it didn't help that she flaunted it in their faces. She was the girl that everyone wanted to have come to their birthday party. Really, if she wasn't there, it wasn't a real party. Although half the reason everyone was friends with Bailey was because they didn't want to get her mad. She got angry, very easily, even at that young age. She had millions of temper-tantrums and the only person who could really calm her down was her brother, Charlie.

Highschool was pretty much the same thing for Bailey. She grew more close to her brother and her friends. She loved being herself and grew interested in the bass guitar, which she now plays nearly everyday.

Something horrible happened on Bailey's high school graduation night. She was driving her and her brother back home from an unbelievable party and they crashed head-on with a semitruck. Bailey and her brother were both drunk, her brother more-so than her and that was why she was the one doing the driving. Her brother was killed instantly and she managed to escape, miraculously. How she did manage to live through a head-on collision with a semi is still a major mystery to Bails. She thinks she should be dead, and regrets driving drunk, and has never done it again. She's also been a bit afraid of vehicles ever seen then, especially semi-trucks. The truck driver was not so lucky as her, and he also died. Though his passenger also survived and said it was also the driver's fault. He had been talking to her and not paying attention to the road.

Bailey's injuries consisted of a broken arm, tons of small scrapes, and three huge gashes in her back from flying out the front window. Amazingly her spine wasn't damaged. The gashes turned into scars which she'll have for the rest of her life. Reminders of what she did to her brother and the truck driver.

Bailey continued her life, though her temper got worse and she easily snaps at people without meaning to. Now she's twenty years old, two years after her collision with the semi and the death of her brother. She's in college now, enjoying her life.

*how we do,
rp sample,

The petite girl yawned, her mouth opening widely and her hand covering it so the world didn't have to see the inside of her disgusting mouth. Lizz stretched her arms up above her head and wiggled her toes in her nice warm bed on the tour bus that she had her best friends inhabited while driving from Timbucktoo all the way to Neverland. Lizz didn't mind touring. In fact, she loved it. But more than that, she loved waffles. Waffles were probably one of her biggest vices. She just couldn't get enough of their amazing fluffyness. It was like heaven in food form.

Lizz opened her eyes, one at a time to see the light barely starting shining in from her window. 'What time is it?', she mentally asked herself, turning her head to look at the radio-clock beside her. It read 6:23, and Lizz smiled, stretching every part of her body. "Ah, happy days." She said aloud to nobody. Normally, if you saw a nineteen year old wake up at six o'clock you'd hear them groan and roll back over to sleep some more. Not Lizz, she took her time to stretch out and then stand up and gallop off to the bathroom to take stock of what the night did to her. Her make-up that she had been too lazy to take off the night before had smudged a little which she quickly fixed up without much effort put into it. She combed out her straight hair and put in some pink clip-in extensions. They matched her pj's, which consisted of a black t-shirt with some random pattern on it and hot pink short shorts.

Still with a smile on her face, Lizz practically skipped over to the kitchen area of their lovely fancy-dancy tour bus and immediately began to heat up the waffle iron. Nothing like waffles in the morning. Mind you, waffles were good any time of day. Morning, afternoon, evening, and three o'clock in the morning.

"Say! I like waffles. And I would eat them in a boat. And I would eat them with a goat. And I will eat them in the rain. And in the dark. And on a train. And in a car. And in a tree.They are so good, so good, you see! So I will eat them in a box. And I will eat them with a fox. And I will eat them in a house. And I will eat them with a mouse.And I will eat them here and there.Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!" Lizz said, stealing Dr. Suess's amazing rhymes from "Green Eggs and Ham". She loved Dr. Suess, too. Horton Hears a Who was just most possibly the cutest movie ever. Plus, Jojo was just the most adorable little emo Who ever.

Lizz took out her storage of home-made waffle batter out of the fridge and let it thaw a bit while she took out some whipped cream and that big beater thing that automatically beat itself from the cupboard. She set that lovely device up and let it do it's thing while she went to the refrigerator once again for her lovely strawberries. "Skinna Marinky Dinky Dink, Skinna Marinky Do, I love waffles. I love them in the morning, and in the afternoon, I love them in the evening, and underneath the moon. Skinna Marinky Dinky Dink, Skinna Marinky Do, I love waaaaffles!" Lizz sang while she readied her waffle supplies, a smile on her face the whole time. Who wouldn't be happy when waffles were just mere minutes away?

Now only if there was a soul she could share this magical moment of waffle making with. She knew that most people were probably not up at this time, but a friendly face wanting some food was bound to show up, right? RIGHT?! That better be right...

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