MIKKELSON, PEYTON LEAH

[itsjustmechelsea]

Peyton Leah Mikkelson

character basics
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR

FULL NAME , Peyton Leah Mikkelson
NICKNAMES , Pey or Peyt
AGE , nineteen
BIRTHDAY , May 12th, 1991
SEXUALITY , Straight
GRADE , Will be a freshman in college when she applies in the fall (currently taking time off)
OCCUPATION , Found a job at a local drug store in the photo department
MEMBER GROUP , Townie

hello, my name is CHELSEA. i am NINETEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE/ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through CAUTION. so, here's an example of my average post:

She brought her hands to her face, unable to stop the tears. They had been falling all morning. She was beginning to wonder if she might cry every tear she had, never to be able to cry again. But, that was a stupid thought.

Peyton had never been one to talk to herself. She had always found those people to be creepy, and weird. But, in the past few hours, she had been talking to herself quite a bit. Maybe she was turning into one of those crazy lunatics. She had always told Bel she wondered if they had anyone real to talk to, or if they just found the real world dull compared to the thoughts in their head. Peyton had always been filled with questions, most of which she would never know the answers to. She was a thinker, a wonderer, but she had no desire to be a scientist, or to test out her curiosities.

Peyton was dressed in a pair of short white jean shorts and a white tank top. She was still wearing her bathing suit underneath her clothing. The black and white polka dot pattern of her bikini was visible through her white tank top, and the ties of her bathing suit bottoms were visible at the sides of her shorts. She had fallen asleep with the clothing on, and she hadnt bothered to change when she woke up. Peyton was a short girl, who stood only at the height of about 5'3" or 5'4". She was a thin girl, due to her running and playing tennis in high school, but she still had curves. She was proud of the way she looked, and she had always exhibited confidence. But not cockyness.

At the sound of her phone going off, Peyton sighed. Probably another message from offering condolences, probably from someone who had never really been close to her, but was now going to pretend like they were a good friend. She reached for her phone and opened it. “Sorry, I’m so late. I’ll be there soon. Promise.” At the sight of the text, Peyton let out a frightening scream. Why was she getting a text from Derrek? He was dead.. And the creepier thing, was that the police had recovered his phone form the crime scene.. So, there was no chance that it was someone texting from his phone..

Carl came running to the room. "Are you okay?" Peyton was stunned. "I just-" She stopped herself, not wanting him to think she was going crazy (Even if she currently thought that herself). "Nothing. I'm fine,"She told him. Carl just nodded, and gave a weak smile. "Let me know if you need anything." And, with that he once again left her on her own.

Peyton looked back to the phone. She sent a message back. "Derrek?"She asked, her mouths wording the words she writing. This was just weird.

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character details
TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
IT'S MY OWN DESIGN, IT'S MY OWN REMORSE, HELP ME TO DECIDE.

HEIGHT , 5'4''
EYE COLOR , Blue
HAIR COLOR , Blonde, naturally curly
PLAY-BY , Ashley Benson

LIKES , Photography, tennis, boys, flirting, giving advice, meeting new people, early morning, rain, thunder, lightning, tattoos, piercings, cooking, reading, running
DISLIKES , Girls who starve themselves, people who aren’t punctual, drama, people hurting her friends, being called crazy, peanut butter (allergies), her mother, cracking knuckles, her best friend’s murderer, sappy movies, blazing heat, her current state of mind, liars, being ignored, people who overanalyze things.
FEARS , Her biggest fear would be being alone. That was always her fear growing up, and the past year has been the most terrifying one of her life because she felt so alone. She is also scared to death of becoming like her mother. The woman abandoned her family simply because she wanted something “better”, and Peyton hopes that she will never abandon my family the way she did. Along with that, comes with her personality. Her mother was.. well, she was easy, let’s be honest. She was the talk of the town back home, and never in the good sense. She's often afraid to open up to people. In her entire life, there was only been one person to know everything about her. Though she can be rather sociable and friendly, she doesn’t tend to get extremely close to anyone. Before, though, that was because she had a best friend, and didn’t need anyone else. But, now that he’s gone, she really needs to start opening up, and its gonna be hard.
DREAMS , To be a well known photographer, to see Jason's murderer put away for life.
SECRETS , Her best friend Jason Weston, whom Peyton was secretly madly in love with, was the victim of a horrifying murder back home. She planned to tell him about her feelings at the end of the summer of 2009, but he died before she ever had the chance..
HABITS/QUIRKS , Paces when she is in deep thought, scrunches nose when she is nervous.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , In Peyton's words:
You want honesty? On the outside, I appear to free-spirited and carefree. But, on the inside, Im a seriously confused and depressed girl. Though, I do my damned best to hide this from people. And, I like the think that I succeed, at least most of the time. I wasn’t always this way. I mean, before I really was carefree and free-spirited, but that all changed the day that Jason died. People have tried analyzing me, and they say that it’s because when Jason died, a part of me died with him. Now, I don’t know if that’s true or not. All I know is that death changes a person. After that, I felt like a whole new person (and not in a good way). And if you ask my father, he will reassure you. I became more reserved, and spent practically all my time in my room, moping. I was also easily angered, and easily upset. One mention of even the name Jason and I would break down into pieces. I’m broken inside, and I’m just looking for the one with the duct tape.

Most of the time, I can convince myself that I am perfectly fine, and that nothing is wrong with me. But, it’s the times when I am alone, that it is the worst. When it is just me alone with my thoughts and no one can distract me, I have a tendency to crumble. To put it short, I’m a mess, but I’m still a sweetheart.

I’m quite the flirt, I must say. But, it’s not for the right reasons, at all. Generally speaking, I tend to only have meaningless hookups. It’s not that I’m not interested in a committed relationship, because if they opportunity presented itself I would be completely game for it. It’s just that I really hate to be alone. And sometimes I just want to have a drink, and do something crazy in order to try and forget all about the love that I never got to experience. I know, I know, you’re only supposed to have sex with those who you are “in love” with. But, whatever. I’m just living my life. I’m not asking you to make the same choices as me, I’m just asking for you not to bash them.

Now, sometimes I really can be a royal bitch. But, that’s only if you really piss me off. It doesn’t happen often, but if you mention anything about me being like my mother, and insult to my father or Jason, than I am not responsible if you wind up with a broken nose or something of the sort. Trust me, it’s happened before.

character history
HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM AND OF PLEASURE. NOTHING
EVER LASTS FOREVER. EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD.

MOTHER , Miss Leah Morgan Connely was born in Sydney, Australia, and lived there for a good portion of her life. However, when she was fourteen years old, she moved to the United States with her parents. She was an only child, and suffered from the common “single child syndrome” in which the child gets everything they asks for and more. She was a fortunate child. She had the nicest clothes, the newest accessories and the most expensive car. So, it wasnt too hard to imagine that she quickly rose to the top of the food chain in the high school clique system. It also didn’t hurt her case that she was a cheerleader, and had the reputation of opening her legs to anything that walked and had a penis. When Peyton was six, however, her mother left the family in order to move elsewhere, and never returned.
FATHER , Mister Carl Andrew Mikkelson. He is your classic southern boy, born and raised in Baileyton, Tennessee. Charming and athletic, Carl too was a starlet in high school. Carl had one older brother, name Charles, who had already graduated high school by the time Carl even started. He grew up to be the writer of a local newspaper in town, and raised Peyton on his own after Leah left.
SIBLINGS , None
PETS , None
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES, The lovely mister Jason Gregory Weston. Peyton met him at the age of seven, when he and his family moved to Baileyton, Tennessee. His family consisted of his loving mother and father, and snob of an older sister. Jason was cute, and adorable, and the two instantly became the best of friends. He was her closest relationship all throughout her schooling years. Basically, he was just the shit. (:
HOMETOWN , Baileyton, Tennessee.

OVERALL , In Peyton's own words:
Life story. Alright, here goes.

So, I was born in Baileyton, Tennessee to Leah Connely and Carl Mikkelson. Up until the age of six, everything in my life seemed completely normal. I had a mother and father, just like a normal child, and I was in a loving environment. Sure, for the first year or so of my life I was often watched by my grandmother on my father’s side while the couple finished school, but that didn’t matter. After all, I was too young to care. Leah’s parents moved back to Australia when I was four, so I don’t really remember them all that well.

One night, when I was six years old, I woke up in the middle of the night for a glass of water. I saw my mother at the door, obviously about to go out. I remember being confused. Where the heck would my mother be going at two in the morning? And then I had noticed the large bag in her hand, a suitcase. It was bulging out, clearly filled to the fullest with her things. I remember asking her where she was going, and what she was doing. She stumbled for a moment. I’ll never forget the last words I heard from her. She said, “Sweetie, mommy has to.. go..” I questioned why, and before she left she shook her head again saying, “I just.. have to go.” And then, she was out of my life forever.

Now, I was young, so I didn’t understand every detail of the situation, but I understood the important thing. My mother wanted a new life. She wanted to be in a world where she wasn’t a mother at the age of sixteen, and stuck with a child, and no job. She wanted a happier life. I guess I should just be thankful she stayed for six years. It was heart-breaking to me, but it was even worse on Carl. He was a mess, and didn’t leave his bedroom for a good two months. It was a good thing that Uncle Charles came into town to help out for a while, because I don’t know what we would have done otherwise. I helped my father to pick up the pieces of his broken heart, and took on the motherly role in the household in my mother’s absence. At the age of six, I learned to be a master chef, a diligent secretary, a maid, and a therapist. I had to grow up fast, and learned early on that not everyone got “happily ever afters”.

At the age of seven, a new family moved to Baileyton, Tennessee. They were from Ohio, and my father and I went to welcome them with a pie. That was the first time we met the Westons.
There was Claire Weston, a conservative mother who was starting a new job at the local elementary school. Then, there was Paul Weston, a loving father who was transferred here for his job as a journalist. The pair seemed to be a very loving couple. At this time, I was pretty sure there was no "true love" or "soul mates" or any of that mumbo jumbo, but Claire and Paul were the picture perfect couple. And, underneath everything, there was nothing wrong. Maybe a small spat every now and then, but otherwise.. perfect.

Then, there were the Weston's two children. There was Fiona, who was at age nine. She was a brat. The first thing she ever said to me was that my socks didn’t match, and then complained to her mother that the television wasn’t set up yet. Needless to say, she and I didn’t really get along.

And finally, there was Jason Weston. He was seven years old, just like me. And, immediately after talking to him, I knew we would be friends. What I didn’t know, was just how good of friends we would become. We became the best of friends, and the Weston's grew to be my second family. We became inseparable. If you knew Jason, then you knew me. If you knew me, then you automatically knew Jason. If I wasn’t at home sleeping, or in a class that Jason wasn’t a part of, I was with Jason. It was a beautiful friendship.

In high school, Jason and I still remained best friends, not allowing the high school social system to mess with us. Jason and I were both on the nerdy side. I was on the tennis team, while Jason was on the newspaper and in drama. He came to all my games, and I went to every one of his shows all throughout high school. Jason and I both had a few dates here and there in high school, but neither of us ever had anything special. Maybe he had been thinking the same as me, and just didn’t have the courage to say it either..

We both decided that we wanted to go away to school. Most people are born and raised in Baileyton, and stay there their entire lives. They may go to the local community college and then become a teacher or a local sheriff or something of the sort. But, Jason and I had bigger dreams, and to achieve them, we were going to need to get out. So, we picked our top schools, and sent out applications. The day finally came, and we were both thrilled when we were accepted to our top school. We began making plans to room together, and everything was set for greatness. Graduation came and went, and soon we were counting down the days to our departure.

On July 3rd, 2009, Jason and I had plans to go for a late night swim. The plan was for him to meet me at my house at about 1:30 am and we would walk to the local pool together. He said it was because he didn’t want anything bad to happen to me. It passed 1:30, and Jason still wasn’t to my house. This was odd for him. Jason was always punctual. I hoped that maybe he simply forgot or fell asleep, but something inside me was telling me that something was very wrong. I guess I ended up drifting off to sleep.

The call that woke me was not the one I expected. I expected it to be Jason with a reasonable excuse as to why he wasn’t coming. But, instead, it was a police officer, telling me that I needed to meet him immediately. He gave me no details, simply saying that it was urgent. I rushed to the location, unsure what was going on. When I arrived, I understood. I had the unpleasant task of identifying Jason Weston as the victim of a vicious and horrifying murder. I saw, first hand, his body completely mutilated. I also, by choice, was the one to tell his family of the accident. It was the most terrifying experience of my life.

After that, everything has been a bit of a blur. After his death was the funeral, and the cops and detectives that seemed to live at my house. I was the last one to speak to him, and the only one who knew where he was headed at such a late hour. Sometimes it felt as though they were just asking me questions in order to get clues, but that they thought I was the murderer. The thought of that just makes me insane, that anyone would think that of me.

Ive been in a bit of a depression since last summer. Occasionally I had the one night stand with a local boy, or a wild night with people who were my “friends” in high school. The murderer still hasn’t been found, or prosecuted, and that is a bit frightening to me.

And, that is what has lead me to here, the big NYC, East Hampton to be exact. I needed to get away from Baileyton. There is absolutely no way to move on when you are surrounded by things that remind you of a lost loved one. Everywhere I went, I thought of him, every song I heard, reminded me of him. I couldn’t escape him, and so I figured if I came here, I would be able to move on, and live my life to the fullest; the way everyone should.