Malachy [Mally] Jones

[Malachy [MALLY] Jones]

Who You Really Are;
Real Name (nickname):Kaylee
Age: 156 (or the first two numbers)
How long have you done this? A year and a half
How good are you at graphics?Absolutely terrible

Who You Control;
The Easy Stuff;
Full Name:Malachy (Mal-ah-key) Shannon Jones
Age: 15
Grade: Sophmore
Birthday: 3rd of April

The Looks;
Celebrity Used: Hayley Williams
Sample Picture (Please Don't Stretch Screen):

General Appearance (2-3 well written paragraphs):
Lovely Locks;;
Mally has great pride in one aspect of her features; her hair. Not too frizzy and a gorgeous bright red. Usually, it’s a natural, dark red, reflecting her Irish heritage. However, she often adds highlights or odd colors, just to spice it up a bit. It falls to her shoulder, or sometimes just past it, and is naturally very straight. Usually left hanging, she hardly ever does anything to it besides the usual brushing and washing. She wears hats on occasion, but usually the only hair ornament you’ll see is a simple headband in a solid color, usually black or blue.
See It In The Mirror;;
Mally’s face is not particularly beautiful. A pointed chin offsets a vaguely round face, a nondescript nose and average sized (and shaped) lips give her a generally soft, not particularly eye catching appearance. She has relatively fair skin that tans decently in the summertime. Few blemishes mar her skin, but for a few freckles
Staring Back at Me;;
Mally’s eyes are possibly the second most descriptive feature of her face, the first most being her lips. Between the two, she has an immense gift for being able to convey almost anything based on facial expression alone. Thus is the gift of an actress, one would assume. Her eyes are average in size and shape, and a dark brow, sometimes greenish hue. They are set a little too close together, in her own humble opinion, but again it is something she has learned to live with. More often than not she is seen sporting a bright, open smile. A wry, close-lipped grin is not unseen either, and a variety of outrageous expressions can be caught crossing her pale features .
Look at Me Now;;
Mally is a rather small girl, all things considered. She stands at exactly five feet and 3 ½ inches, weighing in at about 100 pounds. She’s not very athletic, though she does do gymnastics and the like. She’s thin, very much so, but not to an unhealthy extent. What little weight she has is primarily muscle mass, though one would not expect it. She’s incredibly expressive through her body language as well, she hardly needs words to convince someone she’s feeling a certain way. Of course, whether or not she feels the way she’s implying she does is another story.
The Overview;;
Her style is simple, darker colors are preferred but pastels are not frowned upon. Hats are nice, especially if they’re slightly unusual. She likes to be a little bit on the eccentric side, but won’t say no to a nice pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Converse are her shoe of choice, the sheer number of style/design options wows her constantly, and they’re not too uncomfortable to boot. She sews a lot, but rarely makes clothes for herself to wear on a daily basis. Makeup is applied tastefully and sparingly, no raccoon-eyes or bright red lips on this girl. Natural is the best way to go, except on stage of course.


The Charm;
Fears (at least 3):
+Needles
+Loosing her voice
+Breaking a bone
+Suddenly acquiring stage fright
+Loosing her father
+Something happening to her brothers and the triplets
Hobbies (at least 3):
+ACTING!
+Singing
+Dancing
+Anything relating to Broadway
+Watching plays
+Reading
Likes (at least 5):
+acting
+reading
+science
+math
+drama(as in the theatre)
+simple things
+early morning quiet
+red hair
+the internet
+music in general
+BROADWAY!
Dislikes (at least 5):
+drama queens
+close-mindedness
+idiots
+people who base everything on stereotypes
+people who assume things about you based on appearance
+generally anyone who stereotypes her
+people who disagree with her opinion, but won’t give a decent reason why
+people who can’t hold their own in an argument
+bad liars

General Personality (2-3 well written paragraphs):

A Flair for the Dramatic;;
Mally’s life is the stage, and she was born with the talent to act. This is something she utilizes to its full potential. Someday, she’ll be famous, or she intends to die trying to get there. Acting, singing, dancing, she does it all. Broadway is her calling and boy has she listened. Instruments aren’t her thing, or she would be in a band right now. Unfortunately, give her a musical hunk of metal (as she labels instruments in general, be they wood or in fact metal) and she’s hopeless. Let her do her thing, and she’s golden. Everything about her is lively and energetic, like she’s on a sugar high that just won’t crash. Drama classes, voice lessons, dance lessons, she’s done it all and from a young age to boot. While she loves to take center stage as much as anyone else, she has no qualms with behind the scenes work. Writing scripts, applying makeup, painting sets; as long as she’s near a stage she’s at home.
Freaky Genuis Girl;;
So maybe acting isn’t all she’s good at, huh? Turns out, this enthusiastic girl has another side. Mally is bilingual, fluent in French as well as English, and working on Gaelic. The fluency in French comes from the time she lived there, of course. In fact, French is her native tounge, despite her Irish heritage! Besides a knack for languages, she has a nearly photographic memory, making classwork a no brainer. Her intelligence is often unnoticed, after all, who would expect her to be anything but a drama geek? No one would guess she was a straight up geek too! She doesn’t keep her intelligence a secret really, its just not something anyone has ever noticed. Except her parents, but that’s another story.
Little White Lies;;
Mally never means to lie. In fact, she dislikes liars in general. However, her life is acting, and what is acting but getting paid to lie about who you are on camera? She lies sometimes, just little things, to keep people from bugging her. Too many questions about her personal life make her uncomfortable, so she glosses over things. If one were to take her seriously, she would have had the most nondescript life in the world. Part of this is her deepset fear of hurt, rejection, and conflict. She’s a peaceful person by nature, despite her cocky, top of the world, ‘I’ll take you on’ attitude.
Maternal Instincts;;
She spent most of her life taking care of herds of children (known as her younger siblings). As a result, she tends to look out for people now and has a sort of sisterly/motherly air about her. If someone is in trouble, she can’t help but want to help, even when it just so happens that whatever she tries to do will make it all worse. She has a quiet, gentle side that isn’t often seen around most of the world. She feels like displaying too much of that increases vulnerability. If she pretends she’s as cocky as she acts, then nothing can hurt her, right? After all, attacks made on her would just be absorbed by her ego.
Generally Speaking;;
She’s got a wicked sarcastic streak, an opinion on almost everything, and absolutely no fear. That’s what you’d think anyway, but I’ll leave the in-depth discovering to you. She may come off as a bitch, but she’s the sweetest thing you could imagine. Unless you get on her bad side, as she has a temper fiery enough to match the sun, and just about as long lasting. She doesn’t let up on grudges, no matter what. Forgiveness comes easily, trust does not. She is a little on the guarded side, reluctant to let you know anything about her actual self. She is by no means shy, or silent, of course. Rather, she’ll turn the subject away with an obvious melodramatic lie, a silly story, or a clever ruse. She’s a master of deception, but won’t use it against you. She’s pretty much a weakling (both in appearance and actuality) and has an undeniable aversion to anything being stiff. She despises being bored and refuses to waste her time on anything. She goes through boyfriends like nobody’s business, since she is easily bored by all the generic men in the world. She hates stereotypes, both those who fit them and who encourage them, but realizes society would collapse without them. She’s melodramatic, energetic, and lively, but not really all that loud. Just as she’s usually at the top of the world, when she crashes, she hits rock bottom full speed. She has depression issues in times like that, and can often switch to being a completely different person. It takes quite a bit to make her hit that kind low, but when she does, everyone knows. She may be a drama kid, but she’s no drama queen. She’s as down to earth and practical as they come, at heart. All the flourishes and melodramatics are just that; completely fake. She’s not nearly as over-the-top as she acts, but hardly anyone takes the time to get to know that.

On the outside, she’s dramatic, lively and entertaining. At heart,she’s a sweet, practical girl with a talent for being someone she is not.


The Past;
Birth Place: Paris, France
Hometown: Boston (now)
General History (3 well written paragraphs):

Once Upon A Time;;
There was a businessperson, by the name of Fred Jones. It was nondescript name for a nondescript man. He wore a suit and tie to work everyday, kept his papers in a neat black briefcase, and had shiny black leather shoes. He sat in a desk and did a boring job that doesn’t really seem to benefit society all that much. In any case, he got paid a truckload of money for it. One day, he was transferred to a pretty little European country called France. He had been born in Ireland and later immigrated to the US, so the travel to a new country wasn’t entirely difficult for him.Fred worked in average monotony for awhile, until one day he met a pretty young actress outside a theater. The woman’s name was Sophie Drouin and she would soon become his wife. She was a vibrant, enthusiastic woman. She was passionate about her life, and soon added a good bit of color to Fred’s simple, monochromatic life. Fred’s family was thrilled, she pulled him out of a rut and helped the man to avoid the inevitable tragedy that is a midlife crisis. Fred remained in France and they got married. They lived happily for a few months, and then found they were expecting a child. The news thrilled them both. On a cold April morning, a baby girl was born into the world. Her name was…
Malachy Shannon Jones;; was a happy child. She was bright and fun, lively and carefree. She took after her mother in almost all ways, and her mother doted upon the girl. Just two years later, another child was born into the family. A solemn, black-haired boy with big brown eyes. His name was Mathieu Jacque and he was as gravely studious as Mally was carefree and whimsical. Despite the difference, the two got along as well as could be expected of a brother and sister, perhaps even better. Three years later, when Mally was five years old, her mother had triplets. The children were crazy, wild, and nearly uncontrollable. Patrick Laurence, Rose Gabrielle, and Antoinette Patricia were the names of the little devils.
Her Childhood Was Spent;; watching the Little Terrors as well as Mathieu for days on end. Her mother took ill, developing a slow-spreading but deadly cancer. Despite numerous surgeries, Sophie died when Mally was twelve years old. Her father, heartbroken, could not stand France any longer and relocated, moving back to the United States and his family. She lived a quiet life in a small town, looking after the kids and spending a lot of her time chasing miscreants and apologizing to angry parents and house owners in the neighborhood.Then one day, it happened.
Too Serious Too Fast;; is a common mistake people make. She fell for Luke, she fell hard. She was warned many, many times that he was a player, a total slut, and would use her and think nothing of it. Malachy was relatively sheltered, and insisted that it wouldn’t be like that, that they would have something different. But it wasn’t. He took her world, turned it upside down, and shook it until the bits were nearly microscopic, floating melancholically in the metaphoric snow globe of her life.
Needless to Say;; after that, things with guys were a bit awkward. She decided she isn’t going to waste her time; either they’ll be worth it or they won’t. If they aren’t, they’re gone. She doesn’t get attached, the only boy she could open up too was her little brother. Her father was back to his stoic, unsociable, businessman self since the death of her mother. He packed her up and shipped her off to this place, hoping to shake her out of her depression. It was the start of her second year of high school, just a year since the incident with Luke. She’s regained her old personality, for the most part, and is looking for a little bit of fun.



The Relatives;
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Father's Name:Fred Jones
Father's Age (if dead please say so): 45
Father's Job (if retired please say so):He’s a good old-fashioned businessman.

Mother's Name:Sophie Jones (maiden name drouin)
Mother's Age (if dead please say so): Deceased
Mother's Job (if retired please say so):..she’s dead. No job.

Siblings (Name-Age-Gender):
Mathieu; 13; Male
Antoinette; 10; Female
Rose; 10; Female
Patrick; 10 ; Male
Other Family:no one worth mentioning
Pets:nope

The Conclusion;
Anything Else?Nope
Rp Sample?
A low groan escaped partially opened lips as a pillow was drawn across a slightly tanned face. The shrieks of young children sounded shrill and loud from the hallway, piercing the silence of moments before. Pattering footsteps hurtled down the hallway behind the closed door. A moment of silence passed and then, the fated rattling of the doorknob. Amelie groaned again, hurling the pillow away from her head as the three children outside the door began to bang and holler. “Hush! PLEASE just hush!” she half-moaned through the door, to no avail. The hollering, if anything, only continued to increase in volume as her youngest siblings pounded at her door. Taking a deep breath, she conjured up her stage voic e and spoke. “SHUT UP!” echoed the words, her projection skills hurling them through the door. The three little miscreants outside knew the warning signs; whenever Ami pulled out her stage-voice, they knew she was serious. One could almost hear the sullen sulks of the triplets as they trooped off to bother their brother, Mathieu. Mere moments later an enraged and sullen, “Get away you little brats!” sounded from the teen’s room.

A chuckle escaped Ami’s lips as she rummaged around for something to wear. A light green, scoop necked shirt and a pair of blue jeans that accentuated her thin figure would suffice, paired with her most beloved white converse. She was tugging the second shoe onto her foot as the door slammed open; apparently the hordes of children that represented her siblings had discovered it wasn’t locked in the first place. A solemn-eyed, dark haired boy led the pack. “Ami! This is ridiculous, I’m trying to get some homework done! Make them shut up!” Mathieu demanded; quite the young man at only 13.

Amelie rolled her eyes, ruffling his hair as she surveyed the crowd behind him. The Little Terrors, also known as Rose, Antoinette and Jacque, were the oh-so-uncontrollable triplets. “Okay, okay, calm down guys.” She pleaded, making calming gestures with her hands as the triplets angrily protested to being called ridiculous. Leaning down to be on eye level with the youngsters she spoke again. “Look, Matti’s got some work he needs to do, okay? So what should you be doing?” They gazed back at her solemnly. Finally, Jacque spoke up. “Getting you to play with us?” She shook her head, hugging the slim boy around the shoulders. “Not quite. Why don’t you guys go talk to Daddy, he’s been a bit down lately.” Shooing them out of the room, she turned to Mathieu. “Try to be more understanding, they’re just kids. I’m going to go out for awhile, keep an eye on them for me?” she asked, and he nodded reluctantly before sloping off to finish whatever he was working on. Scooping up her purse and cell phone, she hurried out of the house before any more ambushes could occur. She needed coffee, something to wake her up.

She broke into a jog as she heard her father trying to ward off the screaming children. Ever since her mother had passed on, her father had been less inclined to spend time with his children. Ami didn’t mind playing mom, but it got old sometimes. A kid had to be a kid every once in awhile, right?

She headed off down the street, making her way to a nearby Starbucks. She pushed her way past a crowd of giggling females and thanked God they were on their way out. She couldn’t stand their type; bleach blonde and fake tanned, with a good helping of anorexia to boot. Tossing her gold-brown hair over one shoulder, she stalked moodily into the room, up to the counter, and placed an order from a disgruntled looking employee. She flashed a brilliant smile at the boy who gave her her coffee; it wasn’t so much that he was cute, but he gave her caffeine, so all was well. Turning to look for a table, a slow grin spread across her soft features. She adopted her best saunter and made her way toward a young man, seated at a table and poking a bagel. Sliding into the chair across from him, she propped one elbow on the table, resting her chin in her hand delicately. Brown eyes took in the face across from her, and she smiled her trade-mark half smile. “Well well well, if it isn’t the infamous Reid Flynn. What a surprise,” she drawled, placing her coffee carefully on the table. “What brings you here so goddamn early in the morning?”

She thrust down the rapid beating of her heart. Thank goodness for acting; she knew she wasn’t blushing. In fact, she was certain that the boy across from her had no idea she considered him anything more than her very best friend. She had spent longer than she cared to admit using her acting talent to the best of her ability, hiding her crush from him. Men in her life came and went with the seasons; or rather, more often. She grew bored easily, and was not one to waste time on anything or anyone. Of course, Reid had captured her interest for quite some time, but that was something she refused to think about. Denial; it’s a lifestyle one comes to love.

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