Name:
Barbara Jane Mills.
Age:
Twenty Three.
Sex:
Female.
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Relationship Status:
Single.
Occupation:
Photography major in college. Cashier at the convenience store.
The Body
Height:
Five foot three.
Weight:
One hundred twenty.
Hair:
Various tones of blonde, naturally sandy brown. All lengths- varying.
Eyes:
Blue.
Skin Tone:
Peach.
Appearance:
Barbara is petite, standing at around Five foot three and weighing anywhere from one hundred twenty to one hundred twenty five pounds. She doesn't work out too often, but does a lot of walking and heavy lifting at work. She also does some dancing on the weekends which helps burn off the calories of the fast food she mostly eats. Babs has sandy brown hair and blue eyes, she hates her nose but wouldn't go as far as having plastic surgery to "fix" it. Her clothing style is very much comfort over fashion. She will be mostly seen around with plain sweaters, shirts, jeans, leggings, and sometimes on a special occasion a dress or two. She loves her Timberlands- being originally from New York she has several pair and considers them a staple in any outfit. Barbara doesn't have any predominant scars or markings across her fair skinned body. She has a single pierced lobe on each side of her head and no tattoos as of yet. She plans to get one when she can save up the money for it after finishing school this summer. She wears glasses for seeing, and not just for fashion.
The Soul
Likes:
Traditional photography.
Fashion.
Pizza.
Calligraphy.
Dancing.
Attending school/learning.
Dislikes:
Summer heat.
Country music.
Vegetables.
Having to wear her glasses.
Scary movies.
People who cancel plans.
Positive Traits:
Sociable.
Outgoing.
Responsible.
Passionate.
Negative Traits:
Easily manipulated.
Anger issues.
Stubborn.
Aloof.
Perfect Date:
My perfect date? Something outside during the fall or even the winter. I'm not the most athletic person, but something a bit more active is way more fun than just sitting around. I might get a little caught up in taking shots of the memory so you'll have to bring me back now and again. I know they have so many better technologies than this piece of crap, but I kind of am a traditionalist! Make me laugh, make me cry. Just don't be boring. I need someone who can keep up with me, since my mouth and brain are always on the move.
Worst Date:
I don't have time for small talk, and I don't have time for the usual. While dinner and movie can be fun it shouldn't be considered a date but just a thing to do every once in awhile. If you talk about only yourself and can't take a moment to enjoy the date, then I don't see it going very well into the future.
Skills:
- Photography, and other creative outlets.
- Makes friends easily.
- Not terrible at dancing.
- Street smarts, and some book smarts.
- Can tell you what is or isn't a good pizza.
Brief History:
- Parents met in Washington. Got pregnant.
- Parents divorced. Mom met new man through off brand TAP program.
- Moved family to New York.
- Grew up in Brooklyn, well rounded life.
- Started college, and got into the work force.
- Mom encouraged her to start her own family.
- Signed up for TAP.
The Story
"You talking about pizza like, you don't think I know about pizza?"
The Brooklyn raised girl retorted to her coworker as they sat together at lunch that afternoon. A look of disbelief on her face, but in a playful way. "I was raised in Brooklyn, I know about pizza. It's in the freaking water." she commented, as her coworker laughed. "Barbara you're ridiculous." she said as the two giggled. Babs continued to fold in half and eat her slice of pepperoni pizza that she had got from one of the heaters in the convenience store. It was not a very good slice but it would suffice until she could eat later. She thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night for her parents and her.
She reached to her phone that sat on the table, sending a text to her mother while she thought about it.
Cant wait to see you two looooosers. I love you. Ttyl.
Sending she looked up to her co-worker. The two exchanged friendly smiles, continuing their lunch as normal without many more words spoken between them. After finishing her pizza, she wiped her hands with an napkin and tossed the paper plate they had given her in the trash. Crumbling the greasy used napkin along with it. She went back to the table and grabbed her cellphone and walked back to her cash register where she would start again on her so called job. After a few hours of this she clocked out and went home.
While setting up dinner for her parents, Barbara's mom showed her the advertisement for the program.
"Absolutely not.Babs said, shaking her head. Her mom automatically retorted, "What do you have to lose?!" It was true, she didn't have much to lose- and her dating game hadn't been the most successful as of late. "Frank and I met this way kind of, and it worked out for us." this much was also true. Barbara, swiped the advertisement- sending it to her own personal phone. She would check it out later, and maybe join.
Maybe.
The Ether
Color Code:
c26f3e
Face Claim:
Lene Ketter {lookbook.nu/leneketter}
Theme Song:
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