oliver, zaryn kate

[zaryn kate oliver]

_{zaryn kate oliver *}

_{out of character *}

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your name ,, rachel
other characters ,, stacey, but i'm giving her up
how did you find us? ,, awesomeness

_{the basics *}[/sub]
full name ,, zaryn kate oliver
nicknames ,, zee (otherwise: zare-in or death)
gender ,, female
birthdate ,, february 11, 1993
birthplace ,, nashville, tennessee
sexuality ,, heterosexual
age ,, seventeen
year ,, second
major ,, music

_{appearance *}[/sub]
hair color ,, blonde
eye color ,, blue
face shape ,, heart
height ,, 5'8"
weight ,, 121 lbs
body type ,, slim & slender
some people say i look like ,, taylor swift
write it out ,,

if someone were to walk up to you and ask if you knew who zaryn oliver was, your automatic answer would be no. or maybe, yeah, the name rings a bell. then the other person says, oh, she's the one with the insanely curly blonde hair, who always wears a dress and cowboy boots. and that's when you would know who they were talking about. zaryn has pretty blue eyes that, according to one boy in particular, put the georgia stars to shame... it confuses people when she takes the time to straighten her hair. she is tall enough to be a model, if that interested her. which it doesn't; she's far more into music. but she has friends who are majoring in photography, and she'll model for them sometimes.

_{personality *}[/sub]

zaryn's world revolves around music. it has since she was a kid; even when she was just a little, as she calls children now. she was obsessed with it. singing, playing her little toy instruments... it was all that she was ever interested in. at a young age, zee began to write songs, although they were nowhere near as good as the ones she writes now. they were mainly about toys she wanted or things like that.

she isn't generally a nice person. sure, she acts like it. sometimes. if she's in the mood to act like it. zee really does like acting -- she's not interested in it as a profession, or even enough to be involved in any theater classes... but she does enjoy it. she enjoys acting like she likes her mom, just to see if she can fool whoever she's talking to. she enjoys pretending. playing pretend was always her favourite thing to do as a child.

but the zaryn underneath, the zaryn who will come out to play if you piss her off or discover any of her secrets... that's a zaryn that you should be a little afraid of. she's a slicing, spitting bitch, and she won't hesitate to spread rumours about you if she's got something against you. she'll do anything to get her revenge, including anything from dumping a beer over your head to rhyming your name with anything insulting and putting it in song.

mainly, though, she doesn't care -- or tries not to -- because she's afraid to do so. after all, she did love her mom; and now her mom hates her guts. so it's not altogether hard to see why she doesn't like to care for people. zaryn does her best to keep the bitchy side of her hidden. it's hard, sometimes, having a mother who never wanted you. you see? zee has her reasons for being bitchy. it's not her fault.

_{a deeper perspective *}[/sub][/i]
loves ,, music and singing, her guitar, looking good, singing/songwriting, playing pretend, getting revenge, the fact that people can be afraid of her, surprising people, making her own decisions and the smell after it rains
hates ,, her mother, people who expect too much, being interrogated, being told what to do, people misjudging her, people judging her at all, haters, people who think that they know her, caring about people, and people she cares about getting hurt
flaws ,, shuts down when people start to dig into her history, and can turn from nice to bitchy without any warning
secrets ,, tries not to let anyone know that she cares about them, and doesn't tell people that her mom (who is nice whenever they're not alone) is an evil psychotic bitch
fears ,, never being discovered, and letting her mom get to her enough to see what she's all about
quirks ,, constantly organizes or cleans up other peoples' things (is kind of ocd about organization)

_{blood relatives *}[/sub]
father ,, unknown
mother ,, brielle oliver; 41; accountant
siblings ,, none
parental status ,, don't really know each other
pets ,, none
other family ,, in order of birth:
tracy oliver, 81, grandmother
mark oliver, 81, grandfather
robert jacobson, 50, uncle (amanda's husband)
amanda jacobson, 49, aunt
kevin oliver, 46, uncle
rebecca oliver, 44, aunt (kevin's wife)
jadin oliver, 41, uncle
sebastian oliver, 38, uncle
abigail oliver, 37, aunt (jadin's wife)
shaelyn jacobson, 15, cousin (amanda/robert)
tyler oliver, 14, cousin (kevin/rebecca)
anabel oliver, 12, cousin (kevin/rebecca)
emily oliver, 10, cousin (jadin/abigail)
calvin jacobson, 9, cousin (amanda/robert)
justin oliver, 9, cousin (jadin/abigail)
sarah oliver, 7, cousin (jadin/abigail)
myra jacobson, 6, cousin (amanda/robert)
kyle oliver, 4, cousin (jadin/abigail)
other information ,, zaryn is the product of a one-night stand. she doesn't know her dad and she doesn't like her mom (that feeling is mutual). oh, and the olivers: there's a lot of them. they have a thing for lots of kids. good thing zaryn likes children.

_{into the past *}[/sub][/i]

okay, so let me just begin by saying that yes, i know that diaries are just for ten-year-old girls. or stefan from the vampire diaries; but that's allowed, 'cause he's amazingly hot. although damon is a little bit hotter -- okay, a lot. the point is, my mom gave me this diary and told me that instead of writing songs all the time, i should write in it.

what i was thinking was, bitch! but i didn't say a thing. i know that she hates me and my guitar and my songs. ya wanna know what i have to say about that? too freaking bad! my mother can go die in a hole, for all i care.

but i decided to give it a try. this journal/diary thing is probably going to be an epic fail, not to mention a waste of paper. because i don't currently plan on writing anything else in it after today. i really do prefer writing out what i have to say in song. i mean, "silence is golden" -- what complete and utter crap!

i think that if people know what they want to say and they have the chance to say it, they should. because if they don't, they'll regret it. i regret a lot of things, like ever liking my mother. i get to this point where i could just say it all, and then i chicken out. so i vent in my music.

not that any of it's ever made it past me alone in my bedroom. with my evil psychotic bitch of a mother downstairs, yelling up at me to shut the hell up. because she hates it. well, too bad. i hate her. maybe i wouldn't hate her so much if she didn't always yell at me, and hate everything i do, and tell me all the time that i was a mistake. she didn't even want me. i was the product of a one-night stand with some dude she doesn't even remember.

let's see. one day in, if my math is correct, may 1992, my much-hated mother went out with her friends for a drink. or two. or a million. and then she got completely and totally wasted and woke up the next morning with a wicked hangover in some apartment she'd never seen before in her life. so she ran away while the guy was still in the shower (she's a coward). she told me all she remembers is that the bed had navy blue sheets (that's why i call him navy blue sheets sometimes). that's it! that's all the info she has for me about my father.

flash forward to february 11, 1993. brielle oliver is yelling at her parents that she doesn't want to keep the screaming baby in her mom's arms. at least, that's how grandma told it to me when mom finally broke her resolve and told me everything, and grandma was allowed to say anything about it.

yes, i'm unwanted. by everybody. not just my mom. i mean, sure, all my little cousins love me -- but everyone else? no, not a chance. i'm just pretty damn excited to be going to bouscher for the second year this year so i can get away from her (mom). when i'm there, i don't look back, like my stupid mother with my stupid father.

and if that's not enough, i have to have just the worst luck with friends, boyfriends, and everything in between. that's where i get all the ammo for my songs, see. all of them are true stories. things i really wish i could have said to each and every person. some of them even have their names. god, i wonder if any of them surf youtube and find my videos i've uploaded (i'm trying to get discovered) and realize that the songs are about them...

i have enough freaking songs written down in that notebook i keep on my person at all times to fill up three or four albums. oh, if only. if only i could get a record deal and sell millions of cd's and have a shitload of money and move away from my mother... forever. how nice would that be?

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