Post by . delany sanders . on Mar 15, 2008 20:56:23 GMT -5
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ooc name: Pixel, please. =)
rpg experience:
A lot. 4 + years? Mostly human horse stuff like this, and then some wild horse rpgs. =)
other: Batman!
sample post:
The young girl entered the boutique type place, quiet as a mouse as she slipped in the door, barely rattling the bells that hung from the handle. She peered in, like she was afraid to be seen or would be in trouble for being there or something of the like. Even after 2 years, she still hadn't quite been able to step out of her mother's looming shadow.
Her attire was simple, but elegent. Her brunette ringlets were worn in a loose, messy bun on the back of her head. Dark flare jeans covered muscular legs, and a blue and purple swirl patterned top with loose, hanging sleeves covered her slim tummy. Black high heeled boots completed the look, along with a small ammount of makeup. A baby-pink lip gloss that made her lips shimmer and seem twice their normal size, a dark blue eye shadow and eyeliner that made her eyes look huge, and mascara that made her already long lashes even longer.
She glanced around at the many racks of one-of-a-kind clothing and couldn't help letting a smile cross her face, clearly delighted by her luck. THings were a bit expensive, but she'd seen worse. Things these days were pricier and uglier than the things that she saw hanging on what seemed to her unacustomed eyes miles and miles of racks. It wasn't as if she'd ever had money to spare. Hand me downs and second hand stores made up her wardrobe from head to toe, even the outfit she wore now, despite the fact that it looked classy.
A loose ringlet was tuckd behind her ear as she hesitantly stepped forward to the closest rack and began sliding hooks over as she gazed at clothes of all kinds, her head tilted to the side, her blue eyes massive, giving her an all round innocent and clueless look. And really, she was.
She was the quiet, mousy type who would never hurt a fly, but cringed away at your slightest movement. Brian was the only one who'd never made her flinch. She trusted him implicity. Even now the memories of those long, terrible nights were fresh in her mind.
The wind howled in the windows as the thunder crashed, seeming to make the house shake. The 13 year old jumped, startled awake by the crash. A door slammed open and closed. On silent feet, the girl slid out of her bed and tiptoed to her door, opening it a crack to gaze out in the dim, dank hall. She could see her mother's dark sillouhette just down the stairs. If she hurried, she could make it...She opened the door quietly but quickly. Her brother kept the hinges well oiled so the creak might not give her away in the night as she crept over to his room, as she so often did. No, on toes still silent, she padded, cat-like, down the hall, out of sight of the lower landing, and slowly, carefully opened her brother's door, painted a deep, pretty dark blue. She closed the door behind her with a soft click. The covers on the bed moved as Brian rolled over. "Y'alright, Kel?" he asked quietly, lifting the covers so Raquel could slip under them. She nodded mutely as she slipped under the covers. She shivered as their mother stumbled up the stairs, and Brian wrapped his arm protectively around her, draping them both under the sheets. Raquel wiggled herself closer to him, pressing herself against his bare torso as the door thudded open. Brian's arm tightened around her as she shrank against him, trying to make herself small, trying to seem invisible. But she knew. She always knew. And she always had an excuse. It was always Raquel's fault. Raquel's fault she's having a hard time at work. Raquel's fault she's sick, Raquel's fault she drinks. And sometimes there was no reason, like tonight. Sometimes her mother made things up in her own mind. Sometimes she just "deserved it." Raquel felt her heart stop as their mother threw back the covers, exposing them, Brian in his boxers and Raquel huddled against him. She could feel her brother's arm tighten around her again, until she felt she was suffocating. But she was safe. At least here, she was safe. SHe felt a hand clench around her wrist, felt herself being dragged from the safe circle that was Brian's arms. They both knew it was no use to fight. Brian wasn't at all a big kid. And nothing hurt their mother when she was in such a drunk rage. They both knew it was futile, and so it wasn't as if Raquel felt betrayed that Brian didn't do something to help her. She could feel his pain for her, as well as his rage, his complete and utter rage that nearly consumed him as her mother slapped her across the face, turning her porcelain cheek a shade of hot pink. The beating continued, until the quiet young girl lay on the floor, barely able to move. The light flicked off, the door slammed close, and the tiny form on the floor that was a girl finally let a quiet whimper escape from her. She barely heard Brian slip from the bed, barely felt him scoop her into his arms in the rather rough manner of a male, but it was the gentlest touch she had ever know. She could feel his anger in the shaking of his arms, and the rapid pace of his heart in his chest. He slipped them both under the covers, with Raquel facing him, his arm still wrapped around her protectively, breathing still ragged with frustration. The huge blue eyes fluttered open to gaze at her brother's tense face, his jaw clenched, eyes glistening. She reached up with a trmbling hand to wipe the tear from his face. "It's not your fault.." she croaked, voice barely audible, even in the silence. "Brian, it's not your fault.." "I should be doing something..." he whispered back, laying a hand on her hair as she buried her face in his chest, his heart still pounding against her ear. And then he was gone. Everything was gone, and she gave herself over to the painless darkness of unconciousness...
But none of these memories showed on the girl's quiet face, her expression completely and utterly blank as she continued to push through racks, though her mind was in a totally different world.
character
full name: Delany Marie Sanders
nicknames: Del, Annie, sometimes..not often. Mostly just Delany
age: 14
grade: Freshman.
clique: sweethearts
gender: female
sexuality: straight
family:
- Maria Ann Sanders - Mother - 48
- Donovan Joe Sanders - Father - 50
- Sierra Ann Sanders - Sister - 17
- Michael Joe Sanders - Twin brother - 14
physical appearance: Delany has long, kind of curly brown hair, but it's more kind of bouncy curls than like, ringlets. She wears it up to keep it out of her eyes around the barn, but other wise it's usually down. She has really piercing, ice blue eyes that often give away her emotion and that shoot bullets when she's mad. You wanna know how she's feeling just look at her eyes. She has a fairly oval face with a kind of dark complexion, though not like, tan or something. Mostly it's just from being outside all the time.
Delany has a kind of biggish nose. Not very flattering, but it's not like it's the only thing you see when you look at her face or something like that. She has a little mouth, but you'd think it was bigger listening to her talk. She's a bit short, standing only 5 foot 2 inches, and is skinny, but not anorexicly, or anything. She's pretty muscular, from working hard, and you can tell. She has kind of longish legs, but they're not THAT long. It's hardly even noticable, and tiny little feet. Like, size 5. She has kind of long, elegant hands. Piano hands, really, and she's just got an over all sweetie look to her.
clothing style: Delany's pretty normal as far as dress. Flare jeans are her favorite, but not extreme, like, bell bottoms. They usually sit fairly low on her hips, unless they're her riding jeans and hten she wears them higher because it's hard to pull your pants up when your riding. xD She wears classy shirts. Close fitting tee-shirts are usually worn, but occasionally she'll have some other classy little shirts. Blue is a favorite color that you'll often see her wearing. Tennis shoes or cowboy boots are usually worn on her itty bitty little feet, but considering she's moved to an English school, I suppose cowboy boots will change to English boots in due time, no?
likes:
- Draft horses (although not for riding)
- Dogs
- Horses in general (obviously)
- The color blue
- Reading
- Watching moves based on books and comparing the two
- Fantasy
- Long bareback rides with her best friends- Little towns
- The Internet
- Music
dislikes:
- Rain
- Snow
- Gay Guys
- Protective parents
- Extremely prissy girl
- Running
- Cities
- Rap or hardcore rock music
- Being sticky
- Playing violin
personality: Delany's basically a sweet heart once you get to know her, but talks a LOT. She has a tendency to drive people nuts, but she's a good friend, she really is. You just have to get passed her talking soooo much. She can be kind of shy sometimes, but NOT often. It's usually when people tell others about her talents. She doesn't really like that much, because she doesn't like to show off, so she'll get kind of quiet.
She's impossible to offend, but you can annoy her pretty readilly. And watch out when you do, because she does have a temper. She's definately not scared to tell people what she thinks, and she doesn't often do it in a polite manner if you're bothering her. She's blunt and to the point. No dancing around the rosebush with Delany. You always know what she's thinking. That's another thing. She basically says the first thing that comes to mind without thinking about it, and she can often seem pretty ditzy because of this, but she's actually fairly inteligent...Fairly. Although she can be kind of a ditz, too.
history: Delany was raised Western through and through. Her parents ran a big cattle ranch, and they did everything from horseback. She was working hard at a young age, and she enjoyed every minute of it. She loved being outdoors, especially since that's where the rest of the family was, too. Outside, working hard. Even her mom did a lot with moving cows and stuff, and so they were all a very tight knit bunch.
She grew up homeschooling, as did the other kids in the family. It helped keep the family close, for one thing, and then they were also free to help out whenever needed, which was often. The kids were pretty crutial to keeping things running smoothly, especially since the ranch was HUGE. Like, several thousand acres. And they ran several thousand head of cattle. Delany took easilly to the saddle, and was rodeoing with the rest of the family at an extremely early age. She loved it. Pole bending was her main sport, but she was a good barrel racer, too. She was also a top notch roper. She caught everything she ever threw a loop at.
She's still very much a cowgirl, but when things started to go downhill with the ranch, and cattle and horses had to be sold off to pay debts, especially after a really hard winter, she couldn't bare to see things going downhill so fast. She never really did well under stress. She decided she would get away, just for a while, and try her hand at English. She didn't think she'd be any good, but it was better than watching their ranch slowly be sold away in pieces. So here she is...The family's still tight, and she knows she's gonna get homesick. And she'll be home as soon as things get better back home...
riding expierence: Del's ridden nothing but Western all her life. She was training horses before she left, ranch breaking them and getting some hours put on them for her dad. She was a roper and barrel racer and she lives for speedy horses...
Her first horse was the old ranch mare that everyone else learned to ride on, too. She was a good horse, a big strawberry roan, but it wasn't long before Delany was moving up and she received her first barrel horse from her dad. She was a fairly steady mare, but with a lot of go and not much whoah. Delany ran her for several years, doing pretty well on her, and was upgrading again. By then, she was training horses for her daddy, and she picked out a fiery chestnut mare dibbed Wildfire, and she's been riding that horse for a year now.
celebrity: Mily Cyrus
ooc name: Pixel, please. =)
rpg experience:
A lot. 4 + years? Mostly human horse stuff like this, and then some wild horse rpgs. =)
other: Batman!
sample post:
The young girl entered the boutique type place, quiet as a mouse as she slipped in the door, barely rattling the bells that hung from the handle. She peered in, like she was afraid to be seen or would be in trouble for being there or something of the like. Even after 2 years, she still hadn't quite been able to step out of her mother's looming shadow.
Her attire was simple, but elegent. Her brunette ringlets were worn in a loose, messy bun on the back of her head. Dark flare jeans covered muscular legs, and a blue and purple swirl patterned top with loose, hanging sleeves covered her slim tummy. Black high heeled boots completed the look, along with a small ammount of makeup. A baby-pink lip gloss that made her lips shimmer and seem twice their normal size, a dark blue eye shadow and eyeliner that made her eyes look huge, and mascara that made her already long lashes even longer.
She glanced around at the many racks of one-of-a-kind clothing and couldn't help letting a smile cross her face, clearly delighted by her luck. THings were a bit expensive, but she'd seen worse. Things these days were pricier and uglier than the things that she saw hanging on what seemed to her unacustomed eyes miles and miles of racks. It wasn't as if she'd ever had money to spare. Hand me downs and second hand stores made up her wardrobe from head to toe, even the outfit she wore now, despite the fact that it looked classy.
A loose ringlet was tuckd behind her ear as she hesitantly stepped forward to the closest rack and began sliding hooks over as she gazed at clothes of all kinds, her head tilted to the side, her blue eyes massive, giving her an all round innocent and clueless look. And really, she was.
She was the quiet, mousy type who would never hurt a fly, but cringed away at your slightest movement. Brian was the only one who'd never made her flinch. She trusted him implicity. Even now the memories of those long, terrible nights were fresh in her mind.
The wind howled in the windows as the thunder crashed, seeming to make the house shake. The 13 year old jumped, startled awake by the crash. A door slammed open and closed. On silent feet, the girl slid out of her bed and tiptoed to her door, opening it a crack to gaze out in the dim, dank hall. She could see her mother's dark sillouhette just down the stairs. If she hurried, she could make it...She opened the door quietly but quickly. Her brother kept the hinges well oiled so the creak might not give her away in the night as she crept over to his room, as she so often did. No, on toes still silent, she padded, cat-like, down the hall, out of sight of the lower landing, and slowly, carefully opened her brother's door, painted a deep, pretty dark blue. She closed the door behind her with a soft click. The covers on the bed moved as Brian rolled over. "Y'alright, Kel?" he asked quietly, lifting the covers so Raquel could slip under them. She nodded mutely as she slipped under the covers. She shivered as their mother stumbled up the stairs, and Brian wrapped his arm protectively around her, draping them both under the sheets. Raquel wiggled herself closer to him, pressing herself against his bare torso as the door thudded open. Brian's arm tightened around her as she shrank against him, trying to make herself small, trying to seem invisible. But she knew. She always knew. And she always had an excuse. It was always Raquel's fault. Raquel's fault she's having a hard time at work. Raquel's fault she's sick, Raquel's fault she drinks. And sometimes there was no reason, like tonight. Sometimes her mother made things up in her own mind. Sometimes she just "deserved it." Raquel felt her heart stop as their mother threw back the covers, exposing them, Brian in his boxers and Raquel huddled against him. She could feel her brother's arm tighten around her again, until she felt she was suffocating. But she was safe. At least here, she was safe. SHe felt a hand clench around her wrist, felt herself being dragged from the safe circle that was Brian's arms. They both knew it was no use to fight. Brian wasn't at all a big kid. And nothing hurt their mother when she was in such a drunk rage. They both knew it was futile, and so it wasn't as if Raquel felt betrayed that Brian didn't do something to help her. She could feel his pain for her, as well as his rage, his complete and utter rage that nearly consumed him as her mother slapped her across the face, turning her porcelain cheek a shade of hot pink. The beating continued, until the quiet young girl lay on the floor, barely able to move. The light flicked off, the door slammed close, and the tiny form on the floor that was a girl finally let a quiet whimper escape from her. She barely heard Brian slip from the bed, barely felt him scoop her into his arms in the rather rough manner of a male, but it was the gentlest touch she had ever know. She could feel his anger in the shaking of his arms, and the rapid pace of his heart in his chest. He slipped them both under the covers, with Raquel facing him, his arm still wrapped around her protectively, breathing still ragged with frustration. The huge blue eyes fluttered open to gaze at her brother's tense face, his jaw clenched, eyes glistening. She reached up with a trmbling hand to wipe the tear from his face. "It's not your fault.." she croaked, voice barely audible, even in the silence. "Brian, it's not your fault.." "I should be doing something..." he whispered back, laying a hand on her hair as she buried her face in his chest, his heart still pounding against her ear. And then he was gone. Everything was gone, and she gave herself over to the painless darkness of unconciousness...
But none of these memories showed on the girl's quiet face, her expression completely and utterly blank as she continued to push through racks, though her mind was in a totally different world.
character
full name: Delany Marie Sanders
nicknames: Del, Annie, sometimes..not often. Mostly just Delany
age: 14
grade: Freshman.
clique: sweethearts
gender: female
sexuality: straight
family:
- Maria Ann Sanders - Mother - 48
- Donovan Joe Sanders - Father - 50
- Sierra Ann Sanders - Sister - 17
- Michael Joe Sanders - Twin brother - 14
physical appearance: Delany has long, kind of curly brown hair, but it's more kind of bouncy curls than like, ringlets. She wears it up to keep it out of her eyes around the barn, but other wise it's usually down. She has really piercing, ice blue eyes that often give away her emotion and that shoot bullets when she's mad. You wanna know how she's feeling just look at her eyes. She has a fairly oval face with a kind of dark complexion, though not like, tan or something. Mostly it's just from being outside all the time.
Delany has a kind of biggish nose. Not very flattering, but it's not like it's the only thing you see when you look at her face or something like that. She has a little mouth, but you'd think it was bigger listening to her talk. She's a bit short, standing only 5 foot 2 inches, and is skinny, but not anorexicly, or anything. She's pretty muscular, from working hard, and you can tell. She has kind of longish legs, but they're not THAT long. It's hardly even noticable, and tiny little feet. Like, size 5. She has kind of long, elegant hands. Piano hands, really, and she's just got an over all sweetie look to her.
clothing style: Delany's pretty normal as far as dress. Flare jeans are her favorite, but not extreme, like, bell bottoms. They usually sit fairly low on her hips, unless they're her riding jeans and hten she wears them higher because it's hard to pull your pants up when your riding. xD She wears classy shirts. Close fitting tee-shirts are usually worn, but occasionally she'll have some other classy little shirts. Blue is a favorite color that you'll often see her wearing. Tennis shoes or cowboy boots are usually worn on her itty bitty little feet, but considering she's moved to an English school, I suppose cowboy boots will change to English boots in due time, no?
likes:
- Draft horses (although not for riding)
- Dogs
- Horses in general (obviously)
- The color blue
- Reading
- Watching moves based on books and comparing the two
- Fantasy
- Long bareback rides with her best friends- Little towns
- The Internet
- Music
dislikes:
- Rain
- Snow
- Gay Guys
- Protective parents
- Extremely prissy girl
- Running
- Cities
- Rap or hardcore rock music
- Being sticky
- Playing violin
personality: Delany's basically a sweet heart once you get to know her, but talks a LOT. She has a tendency to drive people nuts, but she's a good friend, she really is. You just have to get passed her talking soooo much. She can be kind of shy sometimes, but NOT often. It's usually when people tell others about her talents. She doesn't really like that much, because she doesn't like to show off, so she'll get kind of quiet.
She's impossible to offend, but you can annoy her pretty readilly. And watch out when you do, because she does have a temper. She's definately not scared to tell people what she thinks, and she doesn't often do it in a polite manner if you're bothering her. She's blunt and to the point. No dancing around the rosebush with Delany. You always know what she's thinking. That's another thing. She basically says the first thing that comes to mind without thinking about it, and she can often seem pretty ditzy because of this, but she's actually fairly inteligent...Fairly. Although she can be kind of a ditz, too.
history: Delany was raised Western through and through. Her parents ran a big cattle ranch, and they did everything from horseback. She was working hard at a young age, and she enjoyed every minute of it. She loved being outdoors, especially since that's where the rest of the family was, too. Outside, working hard. Even her mom did a lot with moving cows and stuff, and so they were all a very tight knit bunch.
She grew up homeschooling, as did the other kids in the family. It helped keep the family close, for one thing, and then they were also free to help out whenever needed, which was often. The kids were pretty crutial to keeping things running smoothly, especially since the ranch was HUGE. Like, several thousand acres. And they ran several thousand head of cattle. Delany took easilly to the saddle, and was rodeoing with the rest of the family at an extremely early age. She loved it. Pole bending was her main sport, but she was a good barrel racer, too. She was also a top notch roper. She caught everything she ever threw a loop at.
She's still very much a cowgirl, but when things started to go downhill with the ranch, and cattle and horses had to be sold off to pay debts, especially after a really hard winter, she couldn't bare to see things going downhill so fast. She never really did well under stress. She decided she would get away, just for a while, and try her hand at English. She didn't think she'd be any good, but it was better than watching their ranch slowly be sold away in pieces. So here she is...The family's still tight, and she knows she's gonna get homesick. And she'll be home as soon as things get better back home...
riding expierence: Del's ridden nothing but Western all her life. She was training horses before she left, ranch breaking them and getting some hours put on them for her dad. She was a roper and barrel racer and she lives for speedy horses...
Her first horse was the old ranch mare that everyone else learned to ride on, too. She was a good horse, a big strawberry roan, but it wasn't long before Delany was moving up and she received her first barrel horse from her dad. She was a fairly steady mare, but with a lot of go and not much whoah. Delany ran her for several years, doing pretty well on her, and was upgrading again. By then, she was training horses for her daddy, and she picked out a fiery chestnut mare dibbed Wildfire, and she's been riding that horse for a year now.
celebrity: Mily Cyrus
