Post by kay on Mar 4, 2008 6:58:22 GMT -5
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ooc name;; Kay, peas and tanks.
rpg experience;; I've roleplayed for a very long time, off and on. My first RPG was Running Wild Brumbies, a wild horse rpg based on the book the Silver Brumby. I'm mainly an equine roleplayer, but I've joined a few human RPGs and found them pretty cool. In my opinion, I love horse/equine RPGs because it's everything I enjoy put into one.
other;; Batman, I have to admit, is the best superhero.
sample post;;
No matter how much Theo loved his solitude and the silence with it, locking oneself inside a bedroom continuous night after night brought on a horrible feeling of claustrophobia. It was like a tidal wave of paranoia that hit you the second you notice the walls closing in around you and no matter how much you try to distract your brain with doodles and books, it's impossible to deter. Soon, the pacing around brainlessly would start, and the second that your lungs started to struggle, it was enough. An aimless wander outside for a while would be refreshing, anyway. So, Theo slipped on the long felt jacket that passed his thighs overtop of his casual navy button-up t-shirt and searched around his room for the red lighter he kept handy. A cigarrette would definitely be a must.
Theo stalked silently through the halls of his and Jake's apartment, the tail on his jacket fanning out behind him. As soon as he stepped outside and took a large breath of fresh air, all his vices were cleared and any worries smothered. He was fine... all was well. Quickly, he stuck the cancer stick between his pale lips and lit the end, taking a drag before he wandered purposelessly through the streets. Normally, Theo would be able to just close out the world and walk brain dead, without a single thought drifting into his consciousness. His legs just walked automatically, as if that's all they really knew how to do. His dark brown hair fell in soft, well kept waves down to his chin and shone unnaturally. In hazey the winter air, his skin was as white as paper and the dark bags under his ice blue eyes hung dangerously low. He looked like a zombie, with his stiff movements and languid expression.
Eventually, the smell of water caught his attention and he walked towards it, noticing the waves and docks the closer he got. The eighteen-year-old man was oblivious to the girl sitting at the end. Instead he looked around at the scenery, his heart warming with the sight. It was beautiful, first thing in the morning. Wisps of mist danced around the top of the water, disappeariang into the crisp air the higher it got. The water reflected the morning sky clearly, and if Theo had the talent or motivation to paint, it would've been one of many canvases. Theo meandered down to one of the docks, collapsing close to a pole so he could lean. He outstretched his legs, crossed his arms over his chest and just watched the world as seconds of time ticked by.
Though he had only been a vampire for eight years, time already felt like it was picking up, and it would only get faster. He had to enjoy how slow the seconds were now... later, seconds would be more like days, and days like weeks. Time... what a strange made-man invention.
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full name;; Rebeka Blair O'Sullivan
alias;; Sully, Beka
age;; 18
grade;; Senior
clique;; Jesterification!
gender;; Female
sexuality;; Straight
family;;
Ma - Haley O'Sullivan, 42 years old
Pa - Gary O'Sullivan, 45 years old
Creature #1 - Ryan O'Sullivan, 16 years old
Creature #2 - James O'Sullivan, 13 years old
physical appearance;; The first word that pops into your mind when you take your first look at Rebeka O'Sullivan is tomboy, but mostly just because of her clothes. Sully's mother was a very feminine girl, always wearing dresses and applying a caked layer of make-up, as well as perfume and other wild cosmetics. Haley has the perfect model-type body, with small hips, flat stomach and just about no curves. Sully got this body from her mother, but she doesn't flaunt it in the same way. Standing at 5'6" and weighing 117 lbs, Sully has the potential to be one of the preppy girls in school, if she only knew what fashion and make-up was. Her dark brown, almost black hair is short, framing her thin face in soft waves. Numerous times she has threatened to buzz it all off, all because of one little fringe that falls into her eyes ceaselessly. Sully has small, almond-shaped eyes are a rich chocolate brown, with small flecks of emerald green around the pupil. When she was 14, there had been a boy chasing after her and he had said her eyes reminded of him autumn leaves falling off the trees. Shortly after, she had kicked him in the gonads and told him to stop stalking her, lest she summon the p*nis lord and ask him to remove equipment that was wrongly placed.
From all her rough housing and dare devil stunts, Sully is literally covered in random scars. One of the largest is a long, thin and pearly white scar that runs from the middle of her shin up to her knee, from when she had trespassed onto a farmer's land. The old man had chased her from the corn field with a riffle in hand, scaring the life out of Sully, and during her desperate flee, she fell into a hole and broke her leg. Luckily, instead of being shot, she was returned to her parents with a lot of explaining to do. Also, on Beka's left shoulder blade, she has a tattoo of a wilting four-leaf clover, symbolizing the horrid luck that has followed her throughout her 18 years of life. The clover is about the size of her fist, and the ink is fading at the edges from old age. Sully sees the tat as a warning to people: Watch out for falling meteorites when near this person.
Although taking just a look at Beka generally gives people all that they need to make their own opinions, she has an air or aura about her that is full of electricity. Depending on her mood or the day, she can almost hum with energy. Beka holds herself with pride and dignity, unashamed of anything. She stands with her back not quite straight, but she does not in anyway slouch. Her head is held high and her eyes hold a strength beyond her years. She's the kind of person that you might see walking down the street, unaffected by the looks people give her or the things people might say, clearly independent and care free. Of course, when her moods change, her stance changes. She becomes more agressive when angry, with her jaw clamped tight and she walks like a bulldozer, plowing over anything that gets in her way. When she's depressed or in the blues, her stance is... lighter, and she looks a little insecure for the strong person she is.
clothing style;; Sully is most often seen with an assortment of large, heavy sweaters that she could swim in. For her tiny frame, she loves big heavy sweaters that falls past her thighs and with sleeves that are way too long. Underneath her sweaters, she generally wears whatever t-shirt or tank top that she finds closest to her bed. Her pants range from heavy cargo pants to jeans, depending on the weather. Heavy cargo pants are usually seen in the winter, but sometimes they make a surprise guest appearance in the other seasons when all her jeans are too dirty. Her jeans are mostly all old and worn down with rips and holes in the knees, thighs or rear, but nothing that worries Sully all that much. Beka has one pair of shoes: a red pair of converse allstars, that have amazingly lasted two years or mud, snow and swamp.
likes;; Spirited horses, outside, summer, boys, going fast, thriller/horror movies, orange juice, dogs, apples, chicken.
dislikes;; Ponies, boring horses, being inside too much, winter, stupid girls, chick flicks, apple juice, egg nogg, beats, asparagus.
personality;; [insert happy paragraph]
[insert angry paragraph]
[insert sad paragraph]
[annoying habits]
history;; [paragraph on birth, baby times]
[when young with her brothers, being mischievous]
[older, stays tomboyish, gets more into horses]
[current]
riding expierence;; On her parents small farm, her Dad was always into the buy and sell business. Her Pa taught her to ride when she was six years old. All he did was stick her on a pony, slap it's butt and screamed, "stay on!" The experience was hardly enjoyable and very painful, but the more she tried the better she got. She started helping her dad train the ponies or horses that came in, riding them every day and going through the basics: walk, trot, canter, full racing speed. The older she got, the more daring she got with her horses. She loved galloping through fields with the furious wind pushing against her face and hair. But, it seemed as soon as she got attached to a pony or horse, her Pa would sell it for a nice price and buy her another, green crazy horse to start from the beginning.
Beka never really took riding lessons, but she watched other riders and learned vicariously. The more she watched on TV with her Pa, the more she learned and the better of a trainer she became. She made jumps for her horses, took them through a cross country obstacle course, and even tried to play polo. The only discipline that never interested her was dressage, because it was too "hoighty toighty" as she called it. The top hats, long jackets, white gloves... watching it made her sick, but her Pa still watched it from time to time.
celebrity;; Rachel Leigh Cook
