Post by Novalee Henley Marie Townsend on Jan 5, 2014 13:03:44 GMT -5
NOVALEE HENLEY MARIE TOWNSEND
FULL NAME: Novalee Henley Marie Townsend
NICKNAMES: Henley, Nov (Only her parents), Nova (her aunt)
AGE: twenty three
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Student.
GRADE: senior
MAJOR: Criminology with a minor in Forensic Sciences.
JOB OCCUPATION: Receptionist for a PI firm.
HAIR: Born a natural blonde, Henley hasn’t changed her hair colour more than twice in her lifetime. She put pink in her hair for the breast cancer race she and her brother did and she put blue highlights in for another triathlon she was a part of. Usually, she plays around with styles though and she keeps it shoulder length or longer always.
EYES: blue/grey
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: She’s got herself quite the collection of small reminders of the stables to keep her company in the big apple, along with her pets.
TATTOOS: “gratitude” on her foot. Just a little something to remind her to be thankful for everything she has.
PIERCINGS: Her ears twice.
PLAY-BY: Claire Holt! <3
LIKES: the colour yellow, the water, cycling, the ocean, swimming, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, a little bit of everything with music, singing, photography, martial arts, crime shows, puzzles, shoes, leather jackets, coffee, dressing up for her job, surveillance, hitting a club once in a while, intelligent men
DISLIKES: tea, sitting behind a desk, unable to solve a puzzle, asking for help, liars, cheaters, tons of makeup, the perfume counter at any department store, falling asleep at her computer, phone calls when texts would work, beer -she likes her hard liquor, disappointing movies, terrible endings for books and movies, arrogant men
FEARS: Never becoming a certified private investigator, getting shot/having to use her gun, something happening to her family because of her job.
SECRETS: Henley had been scared out of her mind to fire her weapon but the first shot when off and she realised she actually loved the feeling of having that power at her fingertips. And though she still fears actually having to use the glock, she's glad she has it and knows how to use it. Also, her aunt doesn't have a clue the gun is even in the house.
PERSONALITY: Born a certified genius, Henley was quick to hide as much of that as she could; though it hardly worked thanks to overly proud teachers. Shortly after starting school, and her teachers realising her intelligence, Henley dropped the act. It was easier to deal with the teasing taunts from her classmates, even at such a young age, than it was to act like an idiot and hate herself for it. Of course, her parents were thrilled with her smarts and that helped her in a long way to feeling better about herself. And though she was tested and certified a genius, her parents refused to let her skip any grades simply because they wanted her to have as close to a normal childhood as she could. So she attended advanced classes but remained in the same grade as the rest of the kids her age. Having said all that, there was a ton of bullying and Henley grew a thick shell to it. She could never let them see that it got to her; it would only make matters worse. But she’s not a hard person, in fact, she’s pretty easy going. She’s inquisitive though, and doesn’t stop looking until she’s found the answers she’s looking for; stubborn doesn’t even cover it. Despite not being a complete girly girl, Henley loves to dress up and hit the streets for a fun night. And she never turns down the chance to help her boss on a job, especially when they have to blend in to a young crowd. Henley is quite the athletic young woman, doing races on her bicycle and signing up for all sorts of triathlons with her brother. If given the choice, Henley would curl up in her car with her camera, telephoto lens, her dogs, a damn good song on the radio and a fantastic cup of coffee over sitting behind a desk and crunching numbers like her brain would suggest; though that sort of thing is actually part of her job. She wouldn’t go so far as to say she’s a workaholic but the girl doesn’t usually stop for long.
MOTHER: Fay-Lynn Townsend & 55.
FATHER: Simon Townsend & 56.
SIBLINGS: Jared Simon Townsend & 33
Laura Fay-Lynn Jefferies & 29
Gabrielle Bridget Townsend & 27
OTHERS: Magdalina Townsend-Scott & 45
Cady Marie Townsend & 31 –Jared’s wife
Bentley & 5
Aurora & 3
Hunter Donnelly & 30 –Laura’s husband.
Naomi & 3
Jasmine & 2
Cole Samuels & 27 -Gabrielle’s husband
Ian & 4
PETS: Sherlock & Tibetan Mastiff
Watson & Welsh Pembroke Corgi!
HOMETOWN: Port Elisabeth, Eastern Cape, South Africa.
HISTORY: Born the youngest daughter of an accountant and a tax attorney, it was always thought she would have a head for numbers. And Henley did not disappoint. But she hated it all the same. With great intelligence comes great responsibility; of sorts. Only the responsibility she held wasn’t keeping the city streets safe from harm, it was trying not to show people the bullying hot to her. The closest thing to a genius her teachers had ever seen, Henley whizzed through academic classes with a breeze. Maths, sciences and even English came easy to her while art classes had sizzled out with barely a passing grade. It wasn’t until the summer before high school that Henley really figured it all out. The summer before her freshman year she’d gone to an arts camp to try and get better for the coming years and fell absolutely head over heels in love with the dramatic arts. She thrived pretending to be someone else, quoting the likes of Shakespeare and recreating the works of Jane Austen. It was nice not having to figure out any of those math equations that most people scratched their heads at while Henley could figure out the answer in her head. It was just nice not being that freaky math genius anymore.
Her childhood was the same as any others. Her parents practically tossed her into sports most of which she couldn’t stand. Coming from a coastal town, swimming was a big thing and Henley loved the beach. So much so it was difficult for her parents to get her to leave the water. But it wasn’t until she was twelve when she found her love for cycling. She had begged her older brother to take her with him and up until then he’d said no that she wouldn’t be able to keep up. But finally, he agreed by handing her a purple gift bag; the contents were a new and proper helmet, knee pads, elbow pads and riding gloves. He was probably being over protective but at ten years her senior he was taking no chances with his baby sister. Henley loved it, and just a short year later, she was involved in races around the state with her brother. They did cancer rides among other charitable rides and both had decided to try their hand at a triathlon. Neither placed higher than thirtieth; Jared placing thirty while Henley placed five behind him. It was fun though and something they could do together so they kept training, and eventually, Henley won first place at seventeen in the small, local triathlon; the youngest woman to ever do so. The race wasn’t the biggest around but with close to a hundred participants if not more, it was a big deal for the young blonde.
So with drama, swimming, cycling and fighting for her spot on the Honor roll, Henley’s plate seemed as full as one could get but turning out like either of her parents just wasn’t what Henley wanted out of life. She wanted adventure, she wanted something she could really sink her teeth into and as much as she loved the stage, acting wouldn’t get her where she wanted fast enough. It took time and it took patience; which is ironic since what she wanted most, she didn’t realise until her senior year of high school and that was to be a Private Investigator. Aside from loving all those cop shows and thinking it would be pretty awesome, she didn’t think she could stomach a dead body and being fresh at the scene would end up with Henley reintroducing the world to her breakfast, lunch or dinner. But the idea still appealed. She had always liked puzzles, mysteries to turn around and figure out until it’s solved. When she brought it up over lunch with Jared, he had made the suggestion. Her grades were stellar, well over the minimum requirements for all the classes she would need for university.
Her freshman year saw Henley staying in the dorms, thinking it would be easier to get to her classes, but it really hadn’t mattered. She took a job at the Campus store for the first two years but moved in with her aunt her sophomore year because she really didn’t need to be taking up a bed in the dorms when someone else could be using it. Her aunt lived a train ride away from campus, it was no trouble at all, plus her aunt was hardly ever home, having to travel for work, so it was basically like living alone. There was only about a week and a half every month or two when she was even home, and then she was usually at her office. The downside to the whole rent free situation was her aunt refused to call her by the nickname everyone used and chose to call her Nova. And seeing as how Henley absolutely hated her first name to begin with, it was an annoyance to hear it whenever she was around. But a small price to pay to live in such a gorgeous apartment without a worry.
Not even finished her junior year, Henley found herself a nice and cosy desk job as a receptionist for a local, well known private investigator. Sitting behind a desk was hardly where she wanted to be but it would get her the start she needed. She wanted to be on the streets, sitting for hours on end in her car, snapping pictures of unfaithful husbands and solving the mystery of the million dollar missing brooch that wasn’t missing at all. It wasn’t a glamorous career choice, and her parents fought her on it every single time they were on the phone but Henley wanted exactly that. In her spare time she took up multiple martial arts, and trained regularly. She hit up the shooting range already, because her boss had already told her if she was even going to be in the office she needed to be a certified shot; just in case. So far she hasn’t had to use the knowledge she’s obtained but it always there and she’s always putting in the practice time for it. But just in case of anything, Henley adopted a Tibetan Mastiff to keep with her. Too bad, Henley wasn’t a one dog type of person. If it were possible she would have an entire litter of pups running around but her aunt would kill her if she’d brought home that many. As it was, she was iffy on letting her niece have the massive Tibetan Mastiff and the little Welsh Pembroke Corgi. But Magda fell smitten with the cute little critters the second she’d laid eyes on them.
YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: KimmieStoleThem.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the back of a deceptively little blue box.
SAMPLE:I think not!!
