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Amanda Weaver

"My future is up to me."

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a character in “A Part of Growing Up”, as played by bizarre1

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{"Gorgeous hair is the best revenge." - Ivana Trump }




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|Name|
Amanda May Weaver

|Nickname|
Am or Mandy

|Birthday|
March 26, 1993

|Age|
22

|Nationality|
American

|Occupation|
Amanda is a part-time model who has been on the cover of a few well-known magazines due to her acting career as a child. She does her best to get herself out there, hoping to pick up her acting career again.

|Sexuality|
Heterosexual

|Apartment Number|
1B

|Hometown|
Gardnerville, Nevada




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{"Beauty is power; a smile is it's sword." - John Ray }




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|Quirks & Habits|
Amanda constantly plays with the pendant on her necklace and procrastinates completing most large tasks. She prefers to have fun first and focus on the difficult tasks later.

|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
⚘Strength⚘ Amanda is very good at switching between who she needs to be at work, being friendly in social situations, and calm and relaxed when she’s by herself. For this, she’d say she has quite the acting skills.

|Flaws/Weakness|
⚘Weakness⚘ Amanda is naturally a little shy in social situation, so when she is at work meeting people, she is very polite, but not very personable.

|Hobbies|
Amanda enjoys modeling/acting, reading, and helping animals. She visits the local shelter once a week to help out with whatever they need. Sometimes she even donates some money or supplies along with her time. At one point, she even made her contribution by adopting a furry friend, a grey striped kitten with a big attitude who she named Ellie. In Amanda’s free time, she enjoys reading books of the fiction and fantasy genres.

|Fears|
ΓΈFearΓΈ
Amanda is 100% afraid of snakes. Other reptiles are fine, but snakes are just the exception to everything. If there is a snake near her, she will freeze up and refuse to move until it either moves away from her or someone else moves it away from her. Anyone who brings a snake near her will have a handprint on their face for the next week.

Amanda is also afraid of attention being drawn to herself in public. When something happens and there are a bunch of people around her, she’ll try her absolute best to get out of there as soon as possible.

Her final fear is the dark. She’s not super scared of it, but she prefers not to be alone in the dark in the middle of the night. That was another reason why she got herself a cat.

|Secrets|
✀Amanda’s afraid of the dark, as mentioned above.✀
✀She’s a lightweight when it comes to drinking alcohol, so she often sips on one drink and will play it off like it’s not her first cup.✀
✀Amanda was in an unhealthy relationship for two years that still effects her in some ways.✀
✀ Sometimes she has days where she feels fat, so she’ll go without eating.✀

|Goals/Dreams|

Amanda hopes to one day pick up her acting career again. She also wants to play a large roles in helping animals, possibly working as a veterinarian (If she can balance it with her acting). Eventually, she wants to get married and have kids. It’s all just a matter of meeting the right guy.



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{"Fashion is about dressing according to what's fashionable. Style is more about being yourself." - Oscar dela Renta }




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|Personality|
Amanda considers herself a shy person is larger group settings. She’s the person who stands off to the side unless someone pulls her into the group with them. Smaller groups are more her thing, which is why she likes living where she does. There are only a few people living in the apartments around her. One-on-one, Amanda is much more genuine and friendly to talk to. She keeps up a polite attitude in her group, but that’s all there really is to her. There are two exceptions to her shyness. One: Someone is trying their hardest to piss her off. In this case, she either goes dead silent or comes up with something really harsh to say. Though, she prefers to diffuse a situation before it gets hostile. Two: Work. At work, she puts on a confident air and will approach someone she thinks will benefit her professional life.




|Likes|
β–² Animals
β–² Books
β–² Cameras
β–² Candles
β–² Being around others
β–² Clothes, hair products, shoes, and makeup
β–² Going places
β–² Open spaces





|Dislikes|
β–Ό Being completely alone
β–Ό People who don’t like animals
β–Ό Elevators
β–Ό Being embarrassed
β–Ό Moving
β–Ό Being told what to do




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{"In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future."- Alex Haley }



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|Place of Origin|
San Diego, California

|Family Tree|
Mother - Catherine May Robertson-Weaver (Cancer survivor) - Age: 43
Father - Robert Weaver (Surfer; Retired Navy) - Age: 44
Sister - Emilee Monna Weaver (Writer) - Age: 20


|Happiest Memory|
Amanda’s happiest memory had to have been when she was ten-years-old and she got herself a part in a Disney movie. She wasn’t a main character, but she wasn’t an extra either. This was the highlight of her acting career as a child and her whole family celebrated with her. Everyone was so proud of her, which made her proud of herself. It had to have been the greatest moment of her life.

|Saddest Memory|
The saddest memory Amanda has is of her mother in the hospital,not knowing whether she would live or die. Her parents kept her at a friend’s house while her mom was in surgery. The friend would drive Amanda to and from school for about a week. Her dad went to work and went straight to the hospital, so she and her sister didn’t see him much while they were waiting to see if their mom was okay. In the end, the surgery was successful and death did not claim the girls’ mother, but it was definitely a hard time for them.





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{"Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream." - Khalil Gibran }





|History|
Amanda was born to a young couple who fell in love in sunny San Diego. Her parents, not having expected to have a child so soon, panicked a little when they found out they were expecting. Her father joined the military and a wedding was organized a lot sooner than they had planned, but they were happy. Two years later, they had a better grip on life and her sister, Emilee, was born.

The girls’ mom put them both in baby contests and got them parts on television shows when they were infants, even though shows prefer twins, she was able to score some jobs for her little girls. As they gained a few years of life, it was clear that Emilee was not the television type. So their mother continued to put Amanda in whatever she could get her into. Commercials, television shows, movies, etc. Amanda practically grew up on a set with a camera in her face. As she got older, she got jobs that required a little more. She had to memorize lines, put effort into acting, and wear makeup and weird outfits.

When she reached the age of 10, she finally got herself a role on a Disney movie. She played a side character that got her a little more attention than before. Her family was very excited for her since Disney was a big name.

Unfortunately, her mother developed cancer a year later. With her mother in the hospital, she had to pause her acting career. As an 11 year old, she wouldn’t know that this would make getting back into her acting career a little more difficult. Her dad left her and her sister at a friend’s house while he went to work and stayed at the hospital with their mother. The girls were told that cancer was a very serious thing to have and that their mother might not survive. For a week, the friend drove them to school. They didn’t get to see their dad the whole time. They didn’t know how long they’d be at the friend’s house. However, after the week passed, their mother had her surgery and was supposed to be clear of cancer. Their dad finally took them home from the friend’s house. Amanda doesn’t remember very well what happened with the status of the cancer, but she remembered staying with an uncle for a little while because her mother was still in the hospital and her dad was going to stay with her again. All Amanda remembers is her mom being in the passenger seat of their navy blue Ford Explorer as her dad came to pick her and her sister up from their Uncle’s house.

After that, Amanda’s mom had to receive chemo therapy every so often. She remembered going with her mom to the office when she got it done. She also remembered that it made her mom sick. Her hair even started to fall out. At a certain point, her mother wasn’t required to go anymore. The doctors strongly recommended it, but she refused. Most people kept going until their head was completely bald, but her mom wouldn’t. She eventually recovered and prayed that the cancer would be gone and never come back. And it didn’t. Her mom stayed cancer free.

Amanda was a fool and fell in love at the age of 18. As soon as she graduated from high school, she moved to San Francisco to be with her boyfriend. There, she became a model. She was told she wouldn't have much of a chance given her age, but she still held on to the hope that her acting past as a child would benefit her somehow. Her boyfriend split rent with her in the apartment they were living in. Their relationship was anything but healthy. He would constantly cheat on her and then convince her that everything he did was her fault. Two years later, she finally broke up with him and moved into a new apartment with a female roommate. This place seemed more promising...



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{"Music in the soul can be heard by the universe." - Lao Tzu }





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I look to the sky but there's nobody watchin'
Left here behind, all alone and forgotten
So now the world belongs to me
The world belongs to me

So many roads that I've taken
When nobody thought I could make it
And even though I had to go it alone
I still survived

When you live in the darkness
There's always confusion
Sometimes your mind will provide the illusion
And your life can change in the blink of an eye, yeah

I look to the sky but there's nobody watchin'
Left here behind all alone and forgotten
So now the world belongs to me

To live and to die by the word that is spoken
The legend's a lie and the silence is broken
So now the world belongs to me
The world belongs to me

I opened a box full of secrets
Where the strongest of thoughts couldn't keep them
And even though I was the last to know
They were livin' inside

When you see through the darkness
And find the solution
How quickly your eyes will remove the illusion
You know our life is gonna change
In the blink of an eye, yeah, yeah

I look to the sky but there's nobody watchin'
Left here behind, all alone and forgotten
So now the world belongs to me

To live and to die by the word that is spoken
The legend's a lie and the silence is broken
So now the world belongs to me
The world belongs to me, yeah, yeah

Someone's got to show you goin' that way, yeah, yeah
There was nothing standing in my way, yeah, yeah

I look to the sky but there's nobody watchin'
A hero was born from a soul that's forgotten
So now the world belongs to me

To live and to die by the word that is spoken
The legend's a lie and the silence is broken
So now the world belongs to me
The world belongs to me





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{"To fake it is to stand guard over emptiness." - Arthur Herzog }




|Other|
❣Amanda has a little grey kitten named Ellie.❣
❣She’s always wanted to learn how to play the guitar.❣

So begins...

Amanda Weaver's Story

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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA



[LIVE WHILE WE'RE GOING]

β€œYou've got this life and while you've got it, you'd better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone's hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people's eyes like they're the last you'll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there's no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it's the only one left in the world!”


β•š ╝



A meteor shower!

That was what everyone had been talking about all week. Since astronomers had claimed that there would be a meteor shower on Friday night, everyone had been excited. Kids spent the last few days performing extra tasks and chores so that they could convince their parents to extend their lights outs, cafes and restaurants trying out new recipes that would correlate with the event to scrounge up more profit out of way too eager customers, and artists clamoring all week to come up with various performances and project leading up to the big day. Before everyone knew it, Friday had come along and well, San Francisco was as alive as it usually is on such a momentous occasion.


As soon as the citizens woke up, the streets were filled with more vendors than there honestly should have been on a simple Friday in May. Firework stands, food stands, and even that cute little old lady who does the palm reading your mama probably told you to steer clear of are all out. Particularly on a usually quaint little street that houses both a red and daffodil building. Everyone knows what I'm talking about. Where the coffee ain't so great, but the tenants will probably curse your name with the force of a thousand suns if you even think about bad-mouthing it. Yep, you know the place and those same people are just like everyone else. Perhaps, a bit excited for the carnival that just so happens to be going on nearby. Perhaps for the meteor shower that will light up the sky, if those pesky fireworks don't take up the limelight. Or, perhaps, they're more excited for whatever drama mother nature has decided to cook up between all of them. Guess we're all just gonna have to wait and see...

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Jude OtΓ‘vio Palmeiro Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke
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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ Last of the American Girls ]

"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,"

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Katherine was trying to low lie for the day, she was sat in the back of a small cafΓ© in the middle of town reading a copy of Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself' and was stirring a flavoured green tea with a tea spoon absentmindedly. She'd only just left the dance studio a few hours ago from her classes and the young aspiring actress was just appreciating a moment's quiet but she travelled down to go look at the meteor shower. A juvenile part of her character was thrilled about the idea of witnessing something so rare and beautiful but she didn't let it show or voice that to anyone due to a fear of looking childish, it wouldn't usually stop her but it was arguable how good her mood was today. She turned her page and pulled the ribbon place holder down the spine and set the book down in front of her on the table. She adored the poem in question but she just felt so distracted. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse at a news paper on the rack and she sighed at another heart wrenching head line, another act of cruelty was being broadcasted nationally on the front page. She tried to over look it but these things always had a way of getting under her skin for a while. Her mother had always blamed it on her soft heart.

Kit sighed softly and picked up her tea and walked over the till.

"Excuse me? I'm really sorry to be a bother but could I get this to take away instead?" She asked the server politely and the eager waitress nodded lightly and gave her a brisk comment along the lines; 'Oh of course!' and Kit nodded softly and gave her a small thank you and made a point of dropping a few coins into the tip jar. She always came to this cafΓ© anyway and dropping coins into the jar and listening to the metallic chime it created had become force of habit for her but she could say the same for her RSPCA donations and all the money she donated to any other charities. She was signed up to donate monthly to at least 4 and that's without the fund raisers she put time, money and effort into organising all the time. She always had some project going on and as she pondered about all her previous work and listened to the coins dropping into the jar, it hit her why she was feeling so gormless and glum.

She didn't have a project or anything lined up.

She had a couple of interviews for parts coming up but they were maybe two weeks away and Kit was a person who always felt the need to be physically proactive about something all the while- she wouldn't ever waste even an minute of anyone's time including her own. She chewed the end of drink stirrer thoughtfully and accepted the take away cup from the waitress and thanked her as she started her way out of the cafΓ©, her mind whirling away as she began plotting new ideas for coming up projects she could have a go at.

So taking long, elegant strides down the road in skin tight jeans and a sleeveless top with her favourite pair of ankle boots, she made her way down the street thinking to herself about something she could do that day and debating if she felt like going to the carnival in the evening but more importantly, if she went who she could go with or get to tag along.







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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ It's Time ]

"They say a picture can speak a thousand words but a song can sing a thousand more,"

β•š ╝






Come the afternoon, Nathaniel was still padding around the music store, assembling guitars on walls and the drum kit which sat in the corner of the store. He enjoyed his job admittedly it was anything but impressive but the pay allowed to meet ends and that was all that mattered- enough to survive and he likes his job, he'd never dare complain about it.

"Yo, Matt you going down the carnival later?" Nate asked, shouting over at his college from the drum kit he was setting up and turning his head with an arched brow. The other guy shrugged and gave a muttered response which denied all knowledge of there even being a carnival. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and laughed and dusting his hands off, he stood having completed the job of setting up the nifty drum kit- it was a nice set and checking his boss wasn't around in the corner of his eye first, Nate quickly leaned over to hit a quick beat and looking over at Matt encouragingly and rolling his eyes.

"Go on bro, I've got you a beat free style it," Nate laughed and after a moment's consideration, Matt burst into a rap which mostly consisted of insulting Nathaniel's hair and drumming abilities but it was amusing none the less as far as Nate was concerned but spotting a customer by the door, both men instantly fell silent and tried not to laugh as they returned to pretending they were really busy and working hard. The customer looked at Nate accusingly and smirking a little but being the good employee he was, Nate made his way over to the customer and graciously offering his assistance and tried to strike up a sale some how. He was already five minutes over time but he didn't much, he could leave after this customer had gotten exactly the service they came for, he was a dedicated worker like that.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke Character Portrait: Nessa Burrows
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Nicholas blinked slowly, the steam coming off of his cup and hitting his face, his mouth opening into a wide yawn. He leaned against the counter inside the HUB, his very own joint. His hip started buzzing, and he slowly looked down after swallowing a gulp of coffee that he'd just managed to enjoy. Nicholas fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, and saw the reminder.

Leotychides Meteor Shower Celebration
Tonight!

His lips pursed into a smile as he thought how pitiful this seemed. He had to make reminders of everything nowadays.. and just for one reason. That reason, as if on cue, wailed through the monitor he had hooked on the belt of his jeans. Shaking his head, he set his coffee down on the counter and made his way to the back, where he unlocked a door to a staircase, leading to another more formal door that he unlocked, and walked inside of his apartment. "Timothy.." Wails were heard from the living room. He made his way down the hall. "Timmy..." He said softly, and creaked opened the door to his son's Nursery, where the little boy was seen red-faced and wide awake. "Oh, buddy.. c'mon." Nicholas said jokingly, and scooped up the boy, and bounced him as he walked back down the hall and into the kitchen.

Now with a bottle in his mouth, he happily suckled and looked up at his father with big eyes. "Yeah, I know you're hungry."[/color] Nicholas chuckled, and went back down to the HUB where he grabbed his coffee, and then lounged in his own living room back upstairs.

~ Later that same day ~

Hand firmly grasping a carrier, and diaper bag snugly on his shoulder, Nicholas smiled as he walked down to where the celebration was being held. He'd closed the HUB early that day, as it was counting as a holiday of sorts, and he saw no reason to stay open since no one would come anyhow.

He was soon caught up with the crowd, and sighed as he took refuge under a small tree, setting the carrier down and the bag next to it, his phone in his pocket. He wasn't in the majority of the crowd, but he wasn't soo far that he was alone. There seemed to be a few couples or little families around him, and he twirled the carrier around to face him. Timothy was big-eyed in this new environment, and he had his hands waving about. "Who's a happy baby?" Nicholas cooed, and Timothy would hide his face in his hands, and giggle that adorable laugh he killed his father with.

After a little while, it was starting to get a little later Nicholas guessed, and he looked up from his son to check out the crowd. He thought he saw a fragment of... No.. it couldn't be, could it? He checked his phone quickly, and shook his head. Nope. They hadn't texted him.

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Dinny's hands nervously ran up and down her blazer. She didn't know what to do for the first time, and it scared her senseless. She was down at the whatever celebration for some special rocks flying through the sky. Big whoop.

Since she's moved here, she hasn't really known anyone. Sure, she knew about who everyone was. Like Chantal was Nick's girl, Nick is her boss, and she lives with two of the silliest females she's ever come across with in her travels. One thing was certain out of all of it, though.

She desperately missed her sisters, and there wasn't a day she didn't go on without them clouding her mind. She hadn't heard from any of them in a while now, and she was starting to get worried. They usually didn't go more than-

A firework exploded into the air, and she jumped a little from where she was in the crowd, her curls bouncing with her. She smiled after though, and let out a sigh of relief. She'd just been over thinking, and they'd be in touch soon. Her thoughts soon left her as she saw someone starting to enter the stage, and she yipped in excitement.

Dinny made sure to get to the front as the singer started to sing, and she raised her hands up, not giving a care as she bounced along with the music, her voice singing along in the lyrics happily.