Post by molli netterton on Mar 30, 2008 22:21:04 GMT -5
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ooc name: [nicole is good]
rpg experience: [two years, maybe. mostly horses, a lil human]
other: [batman]
sample post: [Oh, how wrong a choice she had made to go into a permanent home. No, she liked Advent, and Storm Cliff itself wasn’t so bad - but the idea of being stuck in one place. Having only one place to call home… it was unfortunate. Well, Finesse had nowhere better to be anyway. What else would she do with her life? Might as well swim with the other little fishies in their little bowl. Although, she had to admit that she was never one for wanting to be the same as everyone else.
That’s why she came here today. She needed to get away from what she saw as her captivity, and just forget that she was now just property of another. Oh, the very thought of it was enough to chill her to the bone. She was no slave, no - nowhere near the definition. She was simply a number - the specific number, she wasn’t told. Probably something odd, or prime.
Lobes flicked back as she moved through the familiar territory known as the Gathering. Her favorite place, as it was known to all kinds. Unlike Storm Cliff, there weren’t only equines like her. And she enjoyed meeting and encountering such differences. Toying with them, if you will. But lately, she seemed to have lost her nerve. You could blame Advent - sometimes having a superior could blow out the candle for good. She couldn’t let her candle blow out. So I guess you could say, that is why she came to the Gathering on this particular day.
Her long and slender limbs moved her dappled frame between trees and over the hard, frozen ground. Dark pools glanced around her, always suspicious in unmarkable places such as this one. True, she wanted the excitement of something new all the time, but not at the risk of being attack without a fair chance to retaliate.
The most she saw was a flock of crows, picking at the bare earth in search of food. Too bad, guys. There‘s not even food for us, and we live down here. She frowned, harks pinning back against her poll as she moved toward the flock, scaring them off toward the heavens. Skull shook wildly until she was sure they were gone, and then lowered to what they had been picking at. A single blade of grass stood from the earth - a soul survivor of the drought. A pity that she didn’t want it. Only having one blade would leave her longing for more, and with the weather the way it was, even this small blade had been an unexpected surprise.
She could have destroyed the tiny blade of grass, but unlike others of her alliance, Finesse had a sense of some sort of honor. She wasn’t going to waste her precious time and energy on the only blade of grass. Beside, a passing equine with enough greed could certainly snatch it up - and she would rather let karma handle the rest.
She continued on her way, now undisturbed by anything except the sound of her own knives cutting into the solid turf. All seemed quiet and well different from the monotony of the place that she lived. Until, of course, she happened to spot the younger equine just a little ways off. Lobes pricked with curiosity - he seemed to be struggling with something. Getting around? Yeah, that appeared to be it. Maybe life in general, actually.
Limbs brought her in the direction of the colt at a slow jog, not wanting to startle him off. It was plain to see that there was something not quite right about him - but what? A curious smirk played over her maw, a devilishly playful expression falling over her. She stood just a few strides from the thing now, right front extending and using her knive to draw some of the loose earth back to her.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”]
character
full name: [molli marie netterton]
nicknames: [just molli]
age: [fourteen]
grade: [freshman]
clique: [loner]
gender: [female]
sexuality: [striaght]
family:
mom: dianna - 47 [passed at 35]
dad: tim - 53 [currently in prison]
current foster family =
mom: vicky - 44
dad: mike - 48
brother: ryan - 12
sister: kelly - 8
physical appearance: [molli is a pretty typical girl. she is your average height, 5'5". Her hair is shoulder length, and usually, and natrually, curly. It's a golden brown color, but sometimes will look blonder outside. Only occasionally does she straighten it or even attempt to "battle the curl".
Her eyes are green, with just a hint of blue. She never wears make up, but sometimes for special occasions, she'll use just a little bit. She hates feeling like she has to get "dolled up" for any occasion. Prefers to go as she is - however that may be.
She's never been considered a very "pretty" girl. Or, at least nobody's ever told her she was - she's just always been the misguided face in the backround. She's slim - on the boarder line of being underweight. She does eat regularly, but nothing sticks to her. She has hardly any muscle either, so in the end, she looks like a scrawny 14 year old girl.]
clothing style: [usually, molli is just seen wearing a pair of, old worn out jeans and a tee shirt or a polo in the summer. Never wears shorts or skirts, not even in the dead of summer. in the winter, she's usually wearing a sweatshirt or a hoodie underneath a warm vest. She hates the cold, so she's been known to dress like it's below zero all the time, even in the summer might be seen in a sweatshirt.
Usually, she dresses fairly low-key and casual. She doesn't understand the point of looking classy or well-off. The nicest thing she owns clothing wise, is a single pair of riding pants that she saves for shows. Although, even at shows, if she cant wear a polo or something comfortable for her, she won't go.]
likes: [horses, reading, writing, music, and being outside.]
dislikes: [her new "fake" life, her dad, jocks, picky people, and making people sad.]
personality: [molli is over all, a nice person. however, she is not opposed to telling it like it is. years of being misunderstood by numerous foster families has caused her to want to revolt against anyone who tries to hold her down. She is a lot more understanding of little kids. In fact, you could consider her a real life peter pan - trying to keep kids innocent and ignorant to the evil world around them.
When she's with friends (she's never had very many, moving from place to place all the time), she's bubbly and perfectly happy just like any other teenage girl. But in school, she's failing almost every class because she cant bring herself to concentrate on the present. She doesn't understand how school will help her when she's already been through so much.
In her teenage years, Molli has gotten a bit rebellious. She sees everything in her life as "fake", and longs for the truth about her parents, since she was too young to ever remember what happened. She doesn't trust anybody thats considerably older than her, but can open up to anybody else in a heartbeat. She tends to get a little cocky at times, and when this happens, its time for somebody to bring her back down to earth - a process that is usually followed by a breakdown.]
history: [born to a happily married couple in florida. at first glance, they seemed your typical, happy family - but upon closer inspection, you see a very sickly mother, and an estranged father. her mom was constantly battling cancer, and losing more every day. finally, her father couldn't bare to see her suffering anymore, and they planned an assisted suicide. molli seemed to be out of their consideration.
with her mother dead, and father arrested, molli had no family left to go to. at just three years old, she was put into the foster system. she doesn't remember much about either of her parents, and prefers it that way. However, she does wish that for once, she wasn't constantly moving from one fake home and life to another. although, at this point, it has become a way of "life" for her.
She never met a foster family she could get a long with, and most families would tell you that they barely knew her at the time that she left. She always kept to herself when she was content, but when she was upset, she would just scream and yell at anyone who came near. She was that way when she was little, and remains that way today.
the latest foster family happens to be loaded. they feel bad for molli and use their money to try to buy her love and affection, but to no avail. they bought her a horse, and paid for riding lessons since she has been with them, hoping that she would calm down and accept life with them. they used their money to buy her anything she wanted, and are now sending her to CA, in hopes that it will bring her grades up, and keep their own kids away from her rebellious nature.]
riding expierence: [with her real family, molli lived on a farm in florida. riding ran in the family, but while she lived there she was always too young to ride. when she moved on to other foster families, she would often sneak out and go to any nearby stable and work in exchange for lessons. her latest family bought her roue, a nice event horse, and in time, molli has become quite the rider. fearless and willing to learn, but still needs time to adjust to her new partner, roue.]
celebrity: [i'll figure it out eventually]
ooc name: [nicole is good]
rpg experience: [two years, maybe. mostly horses, a lil human]
other: [batman]
sample post: [Oh, how wrong a choice she had made to go into a permanent home. No, she liked Advent, and Storm Cliff itself wasn’t so bad - but the idea of being stuck in one place. Having only one place to call home… it was unfortunate. Well, Finesse had nowhere better to be anyway. What else would she do with her life? Might as well swim with the other little fishies in their little bowl. Although, she had to admit that she was never one for wanting to be the same as everyone else.
That’s why she came here today. She needed to get away from what she saw as her captivity, and just forget that she was now just property of another. Oh, the very thought of it was enough to chill her to the bone. She was no slave, no - nowhere near the definition. She was simply a number - the specific number, she wasn’t told. Probably something odd, or prime.
Lobes flicked back as she moved through the familiar territory known as the Gathering. Her favorite place, as it was known to all kinds. Unlike Storm Cliff, there weren’t only equines like her. And she enjoyed meeting and encountering such differences. Toying with them, if you will. But lately, she seemed to have lost her nerve. You could blame Advent - sometimes having a superior could blow out the candle for good. She couldn’t let her candle blow out. So I guess you could say, that is why she came to the Gathering on this particular day.
Her long and slender limbs moved her dappled frame between trees and over the hard, frozen ground. Dark pools glanced around her, always suspicious in unmarkable places such as this one. True, she wanted the excitement of something new all the time, but not at the risk of being attack without a fair chance to retaliate.
The most she saw was a flock of crows, picking at the bare earth in search of food. Too bad, guys. There‘s not even food for us, and we live down here. She frowned, harks pinning back against her poll as she moved toward the flock, scaring them off toward the heavens. Skull shook wildly until she was sure they were gone, and then lowered to what they had been picking at. A single blade of grass stood from the earth - a soul survivor of the drought. A pity that she didn’t want it. Only having one blade would leave her longing for more, and with the weather the way it was, even this small blade had been an unexpected surprise.
She could have destroyed the tiny blade of grass, but unlike others of her alliance, Finesse had a sense of some sort of honor. She wasn’t going to waste her precious time and energy on the only blade of grass. Beside, a passing equine with enough greed could certainly snatch it up - and she would rather let karma handle the rest.
She continued on her way, now undisturbed by anything except the sound of her own knives cutting into the solid turf. All seemed quiet and well different from the monotony of the place that she lived. Until, of course, she happened to spot the younger equine just a little ways off. Lobes pricked with curiosity - he seemed to be struggling with something. Getting around? Yeah, that appeared to be it. Maybe life in general, actually.
Limbs brought her in the direction of the colt at a slow jog, not wanting to startle him off. It was plain to see that there was something not quite right about him - but what? A curious smirk played over her maw, a devilishly playful expression falling over her. She stood just a few strides from the thing now, right front extending and using her knive to draw some of the loose earth back to her.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”]
character
full name: [molli marie netterton]
nicknames: [just molli]
age: [fourteen]
grade: [freshman]
clique: [loner]
gender: [female]
sexuality: [striaght]
family:
mom: dianna - 47 [passed at 35]
dad: tim - 53 [currently in prison]
current foster family =
mom: vicky - 44
dad: mike - 48
brother: ryan - 12
sister: kelly - 8
physical appearance: [molli is a pretty typical girl. she is your average height, 5'5". Her hair is shoulder length, and usually, and natrually, curly. It's a golden brown color, but sometimes will look blonder outside. Only occasionally does she straighten it or even attempt to "battle the curl".
Her eyes are green, with just a hint of blue. She never wears make up, but sometimes for special occasions, she'll use just a little bit. She hates feeling like she has to get "dolled up" for any occasion. Prefers to go as she is - however that may be.
She's never been considered a very "pretty" girl. Or, at least nobody's ever told her she was - she's just always been the misguided face in the backround. She's slim - on the boarder line of being underweight. She does eat regularly, but nothing sticks to her. She has hardly any muscle either, so in the end, she looks like a scrawny 14 year old girl.]
clothing style: [usually, molli is just seen wearing a pair of, old worn out jeans and a tee shirt or a polo in the summer. Never wears shorts or skirts, not even in the dead of summer. in the winter, she's usually wearing a sweatshirt or a hoodie underneath a warm vest. She hates the cold, so she's been known to dress like it's below zero all the time, even in the summer might be seen in a sweatshirt.
Usually, she dresses fairly low-key and casual. She doesn't understand the point of looking classy or well-off. The nicest thing she owns clothing wise, is a single pair of riding pants that she saves for shows. Although, even at shows, if she cant wear a polo or something comfortable for her, she won't go.]
likes: [horses, reading, writing, music, and being outside.]
dislikes: [her new "fake" life, her dad, jocks, picky people, and making people sad.]
personality: [molli is over all, a nice person. however, she is not opposed to telling it like it is. years of being misunderstood by numerous foster families has caused her to want to revolt against anyone who tries to hold her down. She is a lot more understanding of little kids. In fact, you could consider her a real life peter pan - trying to keep kids innocent and ignorant to the evil world around them.
When she's with friends (she's never had very many, moving from place to place all the time), she's bubbly and perfectly happy just like any other teenage girl. But in school, she's failing almost every class because she cant bring herself to concentrate on the present. She doesn't understand how school will help her when she's already been through so much.
In her teenage years, Molli has gotten a bit rebellious. She sees everything in her life as "fake", and longs for the truth about her parents, since she was too young to ever remember what happened. She doesn't trust anybody thats considerably older than her, but can open up to anybody else in a heartbeat. She tends to get a little cocky at times, and when this happens, its time for somebody to bring her back down to earth - a process that is usually followed by a breakdown.]
history: [born to a happily married couple in florida. at first glance, they seemed your typical, happy family - but upon closer inspection, you see a very sickly mother, and an estranged father. her mom was constantly battling cancer, and losing more every day. finally, her father couldn't bare to see her suffering anymore, and they planned an assisted suicide. molli seemed to be out of their consideration.
with her mother dead, and father arrested, molli had no family left to go to. at just three years old, she was put into the foster system. she doesn't remember much about either of her parents, and prefers it that way. However, she does wish that for once, she wasn't constantly moving from one fake home and life to another. although, at this point, it has become a way of "life" for her.
She never met a foster family she could get a long with, and most families would tell you that they barely knew her at the time that she left. She always kept to herself when she was content, but when she was upset, she would just scream and yell at anyone who came near. She was that way when she was little, and remains that way today.
the latest foster family happens to be loaded. they feel bad for molli and use their money to try to buy her love and affection, but to no avail. they bought her a horse, and paid for riding lessons since she has been with them, hoping that she would calm down and accept life with them. they used their money to buy her anything she wanted, and are now sending her to CA, in hopes that it will bring her grades up, and keep their own kids away from her rebellious nature.]
riding expierence: [with her real family, molli lived on a farm in florida. riding ran in the family, but while she lived there she was always too young to ride. when she moved on to other foster families, she would often sneak out and go to any nearby stable and work in exchange for lessons. her latest family bought her roue, a nice event horse, and in time, molli has become quite the rider. fearless and willing to learn, but still needs time to adjust to her new partner, roue.]
celebrity: [i'll figure it out eventually]
