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Symone, Mackenzie [Canon] « Thread Started on Jun 19, 2007, 9:36pm »
Personal:
Name: Heather Suicide. Years of Role playing: 6 Years. Any Other Characters on this Site? Mackenzie is my First.
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Character Basics:
Name: Mackenzie Corynn Symone Nickname(s): Big Mac, Kenz, Macsy, Macaroni, Macarena, Mack Age: 18 Years Young. Gender: Female. Weight: 118 Pounds. Height: Five feet, Two and a quarter inches. Eye Color: Chocolate. Hair Color: Brunette. Tattoos/Piercings:
Piercings:
There are two piercings on each ear lobe, as well as two piercings on her right cartilage, and one piecing on her right eyebrow.
Tattoos:
Lower Back
Scars/Birth Marks: Mackenzie, besides the occasional bruises, cuts and scratches from the dance team, as well as softball, has a scar above her right eyebrow from out out of hand fight she got herself mixed in with at a bar she'd snuck into at the age of sixteen.
Mackenzie is also marked with a crescent moon shaped birth mark on the inside of her upper left thigh. Physical Appearance: Hidden beneath the shadows of a hooded sweatshirt, whether it be a tight fitted zipper up one, or a loosely fit pull over one with a band name on it, the smile glowing from her face often lets her sorrow filled eyes stay hidden from the crowd of people she can normally be seen with, her accessories as some people will call them.
Mackenzie is the outcast of her group, and although no one acknowledges, it's not hard to see for people on the outside looking in. Instead of mini skirts and revealing, cute tops, the young, celebrity heiress can be seen in tight fitted jeans with at least five holes in each pair, along with squeaky clean bright colored converses or flip flops, and a tight fitter band t-shirt often changed to fit her own personal standards by adding bows, rhinestones or lace.
All of Mackenzie's sweatshirts, which are mostly black, gray, purple or white, display her favorite band names and logos. They also sport small holes, one s she cutes herself after buying them, near the end of the sleeves for her to poke her thumbs through so that her sweatshirt stays securely over her hands at all times.
Mackenzie mostly wears her hair down in the winter, pulling it up into a messy bun or french braids when it's too hot to deal with her hair to keep it off of her neck.
Mackenzie has a slim figure, training at least twice a week with a personal trainer, along with keeping up with a certain healthy diet he keeps her on according to her personal preferences. She is toned with the perfect tan, still beautifully pale with a gorgeous glow. Sexual Orientation: Straight. Marital Status: In a Relationship. Sin: Greed.
Character Academics:
Classes:
[Calculus] [Psychology] [Senior Health and Physical Education] [Student Teacher - Latin] [AP Physics] [English 12 Honors] [Sewing] [Free Period]
Sports:
[Dance Team] [Softball]
Activities:
[Dance Committee] [Photography Club]
Clique: The Preps
About your Character:
Personality: Mackenzie is the stereotypical celebrity heiress, not only is she popular art school, the star of the parties her fellow classmates through that are almost as amazing as hers, but she is the image of perfection in the public's eye.
Mackenzie is often spotted, when not busy with her ridiculously hectic schedule, volunteering at soup kitchens, donating money to charities, organization and funds, and volunteering her time with the less fortunate. If it weren't for her party girl image, she'd be America's angel.
This young, feisty teen is not only shown in magazines being the perfect best friend to her father while enjoying a baseball game or spending a day out on the town or at a country club, but her image of dancing on tables, downing down drinks and hooking up with guys is shown in almost every magazine and tabloid made. Lucky for daddy's princess, he's too busy to pick up a magazine and read it.
Mackenzie, although her reputation shows her to be just another spoiled brat, princess heiress, is actually a mellow, down to earth person. Yes, she loves to party, and always be in the spotlight, but only due to greed. In all reality, the eighteen year old would rather be in the school's dark room developing photos in silence, but her greed for fame only keeps her in the spotlight behind the mask she's so comfortably grown in to. Likes: o The rain o Night o Natural Disasters o Human Behavior o Literature o Parties o Music o Movies o Boys o Photography o Animals o Dancing o Technology
Dislikes: x Bugs x Mathematics x Skanks x Posers x Animal Abuse x The Color Yellow x The use of words out of context
Strengths: o Dependable o Intelligent o Organization o Time Management o Responsibility o Perfecting what she begins o Finishing everything she starts
Weaknesses: x Hypocritical x Greed x Jealousy x Her "mask" x Lying x Cheating Hobbies: When Mackenzie is not running around with academics, sports, activities and friends, she is often spotted on a horse at a ranch in a few towns over or on her toes at the town's ballet studio. Mackenzie also has a habit of wandering out to the park, the boardwalk or Psycer hill, hiding behind her camera. Family:
x•xFatherx•x 42 Years Old [ Owner of The Bath and Body Works Company ] Mackenzie can pretty much be described as Daddy's little princess, not a spoiled one, however, a princess none the less. The two are often spotted at a baseball game together, or out to lunch at a country club or famous restaurant too expensive for the unwealthy to even by a glass of soda. As her to describe him in a few short words, and she'll give you the same answer every time, best friend for life.
x•xBrotherx•x 18 Years Old [ Twin and Fellow Student at West Palms Preparatory ] Mackenzie and her twin brother are pretty much joined at the hip. At school, they hang out with the same people, at home, they're always hanging out and listening to music or watching a movie, maybe making a mess in the kitchen with one of their infamous brother/sister food fights. They're constantly protecting each other, especially her brother over her, since, he is two minutes older.
History: Nothing can match a mother's love, and the object that stands in her mother's position, is a simple white gold locket custom made into a choker to fit Mackenzie's personal preferences. Her most prized possession holding a lock of her mother's hair on one side and a photograph of her mother on the other, a tear drop staining the once beautifully antique photograph with perfection.
Unfortunately, the tears of joy her mother wept onto her the day she died, the day Mackenzie and her brother took their mother's life in the hospital, are not an optional memory to bring up in her mind when she pleases. All her memories of her mother come from old home videos that her father shot of the aspiring model. Beauty and perfection fit into one woman and passed on to her daughter who would later need her to help her through the crisis of being a teenager.
Mackenzie grew up in Miami Beach, Florida, away from the glamorous scene of Hollywood clubs and paparazzi, raised to be something different than a bubble headed heiress. Her father, although proud to leave his perfect daughter the fortune of their family's wealth and success, wanted her to work for it. She was taught the value of money by having to earn her own money, not one cent of daddy's money spoiled her. In fact, quite the opposite. By the age of sixteen, she'd saved up enough money to buy the car she wanted, a toyota yaris s-sedan. Although not the most expensive or fancy car, it was cute, small, and perfect for her. She learned to love things that were only ten dollars, not depending on name brand things to live.
Regardless of being raised responsibly, away from the flashing lights of the Hollywood scene, it found her anyway through the form of flashing cameras, hiding the faces of the greasy stalkers behind it, willing to risk destroying a person's life with a story in some cheap tabloid seen in the grocery store. The sad part? They was actually someone out there, willing to pay them for their bologna stories.
Mackenzie ignored the flashed that followed her on a daily basis until sixteen become more than just an excuse for a fancy party with all of your peers. Sixteen became a time for adventures and risks. Females begin to do more than just hook up with a guy, and parties begin to become rowdier when alcohol and drugs are smuggled in. Mackenzie easily became the next spoiled, celebrity, heiress diva, her reputation being destroyed with every drink she held in her hand, every table she danced on. It was a relief to know she didn't have to lie to daddy. He was too busy running a business to even notice magazines, let alone pick one up and read one.
She became greedy in the spotlight created for her, nerves faded and Mackenzie became something against everything she was taught. Mackenzie, however, was only hidden behind the mask she'd created for herself, becoming more colorful and intricate with designs with every day that passed in which her greed for the spotlight and fame shone through the smile on her face.
Still hiding, Mackenzie struggles to become less of what she becomes, and more of who she is, still earning her own fortunes to build up to a shared fortune with her brother.
Other: Mackenzie has a habit of bouncing her legs up and down, only while sitting, when she is nervous. Mackenzie also feels the need to cover her mouth with a blanket while sleeping.
Character Extras:
Celebrity: Symone, Mackenzie Canon or Original: Canon
Finishing Up:
Sample Post:
Quote:
"Ow!"
The young heiress quickly lifted her finger to her mouth, sucking on the blood that was easily drawn from her finger when it had slid across the photo she was developing too quickly. Sitting on a nearby stool, Mackenzie lined her finger up with the red light, only used to see what she was doing while developing the masterpieces she created with the pressing of a tiny button. Paper cuts, she hated them, but it had seemed to stop bleeding.
Placing her finger to her perfectly rosy, and unchapped lips, she sucked on it one last time before standing up and staring at it for one more second, quickly turning her attention, quickly, back to the photos she desperately wanted to be developed.
Her slim figure, glowing in the dim red light, the brunette carefully worked as quickly as possible to bring the pictures to perfection. The bell was about to ring and she had someone to meet up with after it did. A free period, and another excuse to cheat on her boyfriend, her heart filled with guilt, but her mind focused on the pleasure she'd receive in the backseat of a car parked on Psycer hill, and the best part, no one had to know.
Smiling to herself, she began to hang the pictures up, watching them slowly develop into the masterpieces she'd only hoped they would be. However, masterpieces are always hard to focus on, admire, when you're mind is racing with thoughts of what will happen next period.
Mackenzie looked at her watch, ten more minutes, and these pictures were coming along nicely, however, impatience was not one of her best qualities. Sitting back down on the stool, she took a quick glance at her finger, it hurt, but you could hardly see the paper cut any longer. Again, her mind raced off to thoughts of other things.
Without noticing, she began to bounce her legs up and down, the silence of the dark room faded out by the tick sounds her watch gave off.
tick! tock! tick! tock! tick! tock!
Her legs began to bounce up and down at a faster pace, the photographs still slowly developing into perfection, tension rising as the temperature of the room only seemed to reach a hotter temperature, small beads of sweat running down her forehead.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
The obnoxious sound of the loud bell crept it's way through her ears, iirratating her ear drums before she jumped up, quickly closing the dark room door behind herself so as not to disrupt her photography's development. She quickly grabbed her backpack, racing her way towards the front of the school.
Perhaps what they say about Monday's is false, maybe, they weren't half bad.
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