THORNEWELL, mckenzie moxy

[Moxy Thornewell]

behind the screen;;
real name/nickname;; Ash
age;; guess
years of rp experience;; A few (:
other los angeles characters;;
skill level;; Advanced?

just the basics;;

name;; Moxy McKenzie Thornewell
nickname(s);; Bebe, Kenz, Mox
age//birthdate;; 22, March 28
gender;; Female
sexual preference;; Men (Hetero)
occupation;; Angel’s Body Shop (Mechanic)
schooling;; LA High School graduate, Barbizon Modeling school for a year, Westwood College for 3 years
instrument;; N/A

reflections reveal;;

hair color;; Blonde
eye color;; Green
height;; 5’10
weight;; 100

other;; Both ears are pierced, her nose, and her belly button were all done when she was in high school.

body type;; Moxy has a true hourglass body shape, the width of her bust being almost perfectly aligned to that of her hips and has a very narrow waist. Majority of cultures consider the hourglass body shape to be the perfect female body shape. Mox doesn’t have to try very hard to keep her weight at an easy hundred, being that she is often in full motion. Moxy tries to eat decently healthy and watch what she takes in, junk food wise, which is a big help being that she does model some.

Moxy’s style has and always will be on the more preppy side. She’d always been involved in cheer leading and sports like tennis and vollyball so the more cheerful style was a look that just came naturally for her. Of course, as she got older, she found her mother buying brighter colors for her to try to get her to fit in more with the females despite the amount of clothes she ruined due to grease and grass stains.

celebrity play by;; Sara Jean Underwood

it's what's on the inside;;

likes;;
Cars
Boxing
Modeling
Mysteries
Boys
Sex
Friends/Family

dislikes;;
Name calling
Being told what to do
Loud Mouths
People who won’t take a chance
Not having a good time

fears;; Losing her friends, Spiders, Flying
weaknesses;;
Men
Her friends
Being a little too kind
Mysterious people
strengths;;
Mechanics
Making friends
Helping others

personality;; Moxy is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. Though she has always been involved with cheerleading and been quite popular in school, she always had a totally different side of her when she was away from the hype of school. She is the type that is always drawn to helping people, no matter the cost. She is a very unusual girl, to say the least. The girl next door in all the right ways. Moxy is the reality Daisy Duke of LA, wearing the shorty shorts and crop tops and looking sexy while she helps fix cars just for the hell of it.

Moxy’s name fits her really quite perfectly. She’s not afraid to speak her mind, so long as it will help someone that looks like they could use the help. She’s not afraid to get into a fight so long as it’s something that she truly believes in. Many people tend to overlook her as a threat because of how girly and small she looks, but you’d better watch out if you get her upset. She’s always had a major passion for boxing and thanks to her father, she’ll always be the son he never had. Daddy’s little Tomboy.

getting in deep;;

Father;; Shawn Thornewell
mother;; Blake Thornewell
siblings;; N/A

history;; Cute, slim, and sunny blonde sprite Moxy Thornewell was born on March 28 in Los Angeles, CA. Moxy learned how to fix cars from her father, a long-time auto shop owner. When he couldn't find a babysitter, he'd bring young Moxy along, and she learned things that usually fathers would teach their sons. She hid her automotive knowledge from her boyfriends for fear that they will be insecure around a girl who knows more about cars than they do.

In middle school she was often bullied and picked on. She ate lunch in the bathroom to avoid being pelted with ketchup packets. The problem was not her looks, but that she had always gotten along better with boys and that rubbed some people the wrong way. She never really got along with many of the girls in the middle school because she had a slightly aggressive personality. Moxy had always been the type to be straight forward about something she didn’t like about a person which usually got her in trouble when befriending girls. Boys on the other hand, found her truthful nature a bit more interesting. Or maybe it was because she was the pretty blonde girl of the school.

High school proved to be a time of self-finding for Moxy. She’d always been involved in gymnastics and worked hard to keep in shape so when her mother suggested she try out for cheerleading, it only seemed right when she’d joined the team officially. She’d always had a hard time relating to the girls of the school, but now that she was a part of a team full of girls that looked just like her, it seemed that she felt more accepted. Quickly, she became friends with the two head cheerleaders of the team and their boyfriends and quickly found herself becoming a bit more outgoing and favored in the school. Her popularity never got to her head though.

After four long years of high school, Thorne worked as a waitress at Hooters in LA as she attended Westwood College as a major in Mechanics. She’s been featured a few times in Playboy Magazine but she has said on multiple accounts that she regrets it. It was one of her more despite attempts in her modeling career. After a year of modeling after finishing school, Moxy found herself going through with her passion and opened up a mechanics shop with the help of her dad. Living in Los Angeles, she decided to name it Angel’s.
let's see what you got;;

rp sample;;
Okay, so maybe he was a little dense. It seemed like every once in a while he just got to the point that he thought that his parents would secretly get over his sexuality. Maybe they would accept it and actually have a decent conversation with him...even if it was just a greeting and making some stupid excuse to get off the phone. To even acknowledge that he existed. Obviously when he'd called his parents just to ask how they were doing, to tell them that he'd been sick again, they simply said not to call their house again. That he was dead in their opinion. God, he wasn't sure which was more painful, the fact that he had just gotten over being so sick or the fact that his family didn't give two shits if he lived or died from it.

He had to admit, after a while of hearing total distaste from his parents on multiple accounts, Des had started getting a bit moody. It took a lot out of him just to get up the courage to try to talk to people and his fear of talking on the phone didn't help any...but he missed them, no matter how much they hated him. Maybe that was why he'd found himself resorting to crashing on the couch with a few blankets and the remote. It wasn't as if he wanted to do anything anyway...he was sulking. Even if he didn't think of it as sulking in his own self pity, that was exactly what he was doing. Somewhere between Days of Our Lives and Hannah Montana, he'd stopped watching the tv and started staring at the wall beside the television, thinking. At least he still had Kuro through it all.

His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of said male's voice as he suggested shopping. He instantly frowned. Not that he didn't want to go...he really could use some time outside, away from the couch, but he really wasn't in the mood to be stuck in a huge crowd of people right now. He always ended up being lead around nervously by Kuro as he shopped anyway... The curse of being shy. Destin shook his head slightly, his frown growing slightly as Kuro said that he hated seeing him like that. "I'm fine...promise." He said halfheartedly, instantly curling himself up and onto his boyfriend's lap in a rather pathetically gay way that only they could pull off.

Letting out a sigh and tucking his face into Kuro's neck, Des shook his head slightly as the other continued to beg him to leave the house with him. "I just...don't feel like it." He admitted, running the bridge of his nose lightly over his lover's jaw in a sign of affection before pulling back as the other was saying that he shouldn't let his parents get to him...that Kuro loved him and that was all that mattered. Which was true. Kuro was the one that had always been there to care for him and love him no matter what...he wasn't going anywhere. Des couldn't help but whine softly though as he was kissing him and trying to convince him to get up. To leave the house and go shopping.

Letting out a loud sigh as the other lifted him and moved to his feet, Destin knew that there was no way out of it. He was going to either go willingly or Kuro was going to drag him along, kicking and screaming. Whining again as the other proved his point by saying that he'd carry him out without will, Des couldn't help but crack a bit of a smile at the way he said things. "But I don't have to like it, right?" He asked softly, pulling to his feet and shoving the blanket down on the couch behind him. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt was fine...he'd just need to grab some pants and run his fingers through his massive bedhead before he was ready. Unwillingly, of course. He knew for damn sure that he wouldn't win a battle with Kuro in a million years...his boyfriend stood about a foot taller than him and was a hell of a lot stronger. Don't let the glitter fool you, he was man enough for the both of them.

"I dunno, I kinda like the kicking and screaming idea." Des said teasingly before pushing himself past Kuro and heading toward their room to pull on a pair of jeans over his boxers, not bothering to smooth his hair before walking back out and doing a slight spin to show the elder male that he was dressed. "Or...we could stay here...and I could enjoy your Fever..." he suggested softly before shaking his head and moving back toward Kuro with a frown. "Do we gotta?"

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