Peyton Hope Johanen

[Peyton Johanen]

 

``Peyton Hope

Behind The Scenes,
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About the character

``Name;; Peyton Hope Johanen
``Nicknames;; Pey-Pey
``Age;; 18
``Gender;;Female
``Birthday;; July 6th
``Grade;; Senior
``Heritage;; Icelandic/Swiss
``Orientation;; Unknown





Appearance

``Eyes;; Blue
`` Hair;; Blonde
``Height;; 5’5”
``Weight;; 105 lbs
``Body Type;; Pear Shaped with a decent sized rack, and thin appendages
``Skin Color;; Pale
``Tattoos/piercings/scars;; hip tattoo, inner left arm (script), middle finger tattoos ( left and right), 7/8th gauged ears
``Dress style;; Depending on the day and mood, she will either have two styles of fashion. Hipster, with a flare of black stripes and tank tops with converse. Or Vintage with loose pastel colored tops and or dresses.
``Overall;; Soft and fragile this one always tends to be at first glance, but the soft skin, tattoos, and longing blue eyes with often dark makeup surrounding them tell a different side of her. She is not one to go all out with her body, or with her makeup, but tends to stay at a certain level. “Her level” as she calls it, and indeed it’s her level of style that aims to please only herself. The guage piercings and scenish hairstyle are all her style, and they help accentuate the fact that she is indeed not soft, and not fragile. However, the only giveaway of her gift is her gloved hands, always hidden beneath black leather.





Personality

``Likes;;
=Drawing Sketches of people, flowers, and trees
=Reading
=Snowcones & Ice Cream
=Gardening
=People Watching
=Animals
``Dislikes;;
=Human Contact/Communication: Just a reminder of the fact that she can’t touch them.
=Arrogant/Ignorant & Concieted People
=Not being able to give a simple handshake
=Nightmares
=Being constantly asked what her power is, and then having people back away because of it.
``Hobbies;;
=Reading Sci-fi, Fantasy, and Steven King Books
=Walk and be alone outside, and often under trees doing the things she likes
=Gardening food and herbs
=When alone she likes to dance, whether it be ballet, hip hop, freestyle, Waltz, etc. She will do it, even when she is alone
``Quirks;;
=When talking to/greeting people she tends to keep a good distance away
=Bites her lip around a crowded space
=Fidgets with her gloved hands
``Flaws;;
=Not able to touch anyone physically, rendering her alone
=Pushes people that get too close away
=She sleep walks
``Secrets;;
= As a child her parents took her to the doctors many a times over to figure out what was wrong with her, making her thin, and ill due to the many pills they suggested she take.
= Her Parents disowned her as a teen, and she has been on her own since 12
``Personality;; At least a paragraph.
=At first meet she is very guarded, and often distanced. Trying her best to push anyone out no matter the distance. For a long time now, Peyton has been used to being alone and being so has altered her thoughts on friendships. Thinking that she is better off alone than she is with someone. Though… with that in mind, and if one does actually take the time to get to know her, she can be rather normal. Outgoing, stubborn, playful, and even happy, but it never lasts long for her. And in the meantime, dealing and coping with loneliness, and having to be forever alone has turned her into a daydreamer, with a longing look in her eyes. Especially when people watching, and looking at the happy couples or relationships that happen to pass her by.





History
``Mom;; Hayley Johanen, 36, Accountant, relationship.
``Dad;; Marcus Johanen, 37, Credit Manager, relationship.
``Sibling(s);; Kathy Johanen, 10, 5th, relationship.
``Pet(s);;Bearded Dragon, and a Husky
``Other;; Jace Buchanon, ex-best friend, deceased, car accident.

``History;;
==Growing up, was never easy, at least not for Peyton. She had to deal with knowing things she shouldn’t know about her family and anyone that came into contact with her delicate hands. Though, her parents didn’t know about this “condition” as they called it till she could talk. When she did, it was when she came home from ballet practice and her mom gave her a hug. She asked her why she was so sad over her brother dying, and that’s when her parents started to figure it out. In the meantime, they made her wear gloves, and took her to every hospital, institution, and psychiatrist they could afford, to “fix it”. Though, even the doctors had problems with fixing it, no matter how many pills, and how many times they tested her, she could always see these visions of their pasts through touch.





One day, when her parents took her to her favorite park to play with kids her own age, they sort of left her there. She didn’t know about it till she saw her mother crying, as they got into the car and drove away. At the time, she thought it was just them going to get something, but they never did, and she was left with a backpack full of minimal clothes, a credit card, and a cellphone. After that day, she never forgave them, and simply accepted who she was and how far she was going to get in life. Traveling across country, she soon ended up at the age of 14 in New York, and was sitting on a bench in central park when a boy named Jace sat down and befriended her. Even accepted her powers as a gift and often let her read his past. They spent about a year together, him coming after school and bringing her food and a book to read while they sat in the park. Until the day where he didn’t just get in a car accident, she actually watched him get hit with a car. In fear, she stayed with him till the EMT came and took him, leaving in his place a pamphlet for the Stone Brook Academy. Reading it with tears running down her face and blood staining the pamphlet, she decided that mourning over him was pointless, and moved on. Peyton traveled a few more years before ending up in Stone Brook, as a Junior and eventually a Senior, it was two years she had spent here, and yet she still felt hopeless, and alone. Without Jace, she knew nothing would ever cross her path again.




``Powers/Abilities/Gifts;;
=Psychometry: A form of psychic reading in which one individual claims to obtain details about another through physical contact. Usually a vision or so about someone’s history, and it’s always through the use of fingers, although, sometimes it is a glimpse into the future (rare).

``Role Play Sample;; To give us here at Stone Brook an example of your writing skills.

(One of my characters on another werewolf site hope this is okay)
Black combat boots trudged daringly through the forest, with a large duffel thrown over her shoulder. Her thick locks were pulled into a tight ponytail and she had the look of determination set in her features as she followed the scent of the wolves. 'This is it' she thought, not caring that her boots made a loud crunching noise in the dry leaves. The determination she had set on her face was for concentration on finding the wolves. The ones like her, a pack that she could join. Ears were listening to even the slightest movement, and her eyes would dart to the locations of where the sounds came from. At one point while she walked, with just the crunching of her boots, a small squirrel moved up a tree behind her. Quickly, her hands clasped around a small dagger, and turning on her heel, she threw it dead in the center of the squirrels back. Brows unknitted from her features as she stood from her fighting stance, and walked over towards the pinned dead squirrel. Grabbing the squirrel's tail, she unhinged the dagger and stuck it back on her side. Along with tying the squirrel to her backpack for food later on.
Emma didn't know when her next meal would be, and having been traveling for a long time, she was used to not knowing where her next meal would come from. Whether it was through her wolf form or not, and most of the times, she found it easier to be in wolf form. However, today she found that she needed to stretch her human legs as well, and put on clothing she had washed in a river.
Once she got going again, she looked up at the sky, and counted the hours she had left till sundown. Now, during the day, Emma usually kept trekking, but at night, was when she turned the beast on full blast. She would do physical training all throughout the night, and usually got three to four hours of sleep. However, she was used to these things, and actually preferred it over everything else.