Post by annaliese on Dec 3, 2007 13:41:35 GMT -5
Hello! My name is Annaliese !
I am 15
I have been roleplaying for 2/3 years... I'm not sure exactly , and here is a sample post of mine.
Sample:» So far, today had been like a bad memory for Alexz. Everything she had tried to shove away inside of her was returning to the surface and all she wanted to do was hide away in a corner or a dark hole in the ground. In her opinion, whoever had invented the anniversary should be shot. Sometimes they were okay – relationships, birthdays, Christmas… Alexz loved those. It was the unhappy ones that she didn’t like.
» This day, a year ago, Patsy Sewer killed herself. Alexz had been close to her after they had met in a club one night. Patsy had taught Alexz how to let loose, how to have fun. She had shown that you didn’t always have to follow the rules, and that it was okay to go your own way every once in a while. The pressure of life had gotten to her though, causing Patsy to crash her car into a wall on the highway.
» Looking around, Alexz saw people sat at tables, talking and laughing with each other. Christmas was around the corner and everywhere seemed to be full of life. Fairy lights were hung up and a tree covered in tinsel and lights stood in the corner. Sitting down at an empty table, she hung her black coat on the back of her chair and leaned forward across the round surface. A waiter came over to her and asked if she was reading to order. “Water please.”
» Alexz really didn’t want to eat, not feeling hungry after the events of today. Without her friends here, being in a completely new place, she had been left alone, grieving by herself for the friend she had lost. Biting her bottom lip, she wiped her eyes. Crying in public wasn’t good, not when she was the newest singer around here.
» That’s right. Alexz wasn’t just a normal person. Back in Canada she had won a televised talent show, receiving a recording contract for her musical talent. Ever since then though, being famous hadn’t rocked like everyone thought. It had made her life a whirlwind of trouble.
» Her head shot up when the waiter returned with her water, ice and a straw in the glass. She thanked him and watched as he walked away. She sipped some of the water before placing the glass back down onto the table. Her foot tapped the floor to a beat in her head as she remembered the song that Patsy had played for her the day before she died. It was a ballad, acoustic and solo – needing nothing more than a female vocalist and her guitar.
» Picking up a napkin, she took a pen out of her bag and wrote down the lyrics that had been playing in her head all day. It wasn’t until they were down on the paper until Alexz realized how much she had been affected by this anniversary. Stumbling to her feet, she ignored the stares she was getting before running into the washrooms. Splashing water over her face, she leaned on the sink, tears started to escape her eyes and trickle down her face. Turning, Alexz moved into a stall and locked the door, sitting down on the closed toilet lid.
» Ten minutes had passed before she calmed down. Checking her make-up in her compact and making sure she looked okay, she walked back out into the café, sitting back down at her table. Rummaging through her bag, she shoved the napkin with the lyrics into it and pulled out a five dollar bill. Finishing her water, she prepared to leave.
{ .Rosalina Manson.
Name: Rosalina Ashleigh Manson
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Social Standing: high school sophomore
Physical Appearance:
Rosalina's build is short and slender, with only small muscles. She stands at four feet, eleven inches tall, and is somewhat on the borderline of normal and underweight, at 93 pounds. Most people assume she's weak, just by looking at her, and they couldn't be more wrong. She's definitely stronger than most people assume.
Rosalina knows she isn't fat. She would never in a million years say that her body is "plump", or anything like that. However, she doesn't like to show it off. On those rare occasions that she goes swimming, since she doesn't like one-pieces, she'll keep her towel wrapped around her body until just before she enters the water. It's not that she's self-conscious or anything like that, she just doesn't like to be watched like that. She's not a slut, and thinks that most people who go around showing off their bodies, are.
Rosalina has natural blonde hair and can be found adding coloured highlights. Currently she has two pink highlights underneath her hair. Her hair can be seen in a couple of different styles -naturally, it flip-flops between curly and wavy. She usually combs it and leaves it like that - down. Sometimes, if she needs it out of her eyes, she'll tie the hair back in a messy bun, or maybe French braids. On very, incredibly rare occasions, she'll straighten her hair and do something fancy with it. But that's really, REALLY rare. Also, depending on what she's doing, she might cut it to jaw-length, or let it grow to her shoulders- though it's most often the former.
Her eyes are what most people notice first- beside her almost constant smile. They are a brilliant blue in color, and normally-shaped. Unfortunately for her, they’re also what make her unable to lie to anyone- not that she does much lying anyway. Her eyes show any negative (or sometimes positive) emotion she tries to hide. Even people who don’t know her can see right through her emotions.
Rosalina was never the kind of girl for piercings, especially earrings. She thought that they were either too girly- earrings- or just plain useless- like tongue, bellybutton, etc.. As a result, she never got them. When she was a toddler, her father had her ears pierced, but she kept pulling at them, so he took them out. He tried again years later, but she just kept taking them out, and the holes closed up.
She only wears certain make-up; no lipstick, no blush... just heavy black eyeliner. Apart from that, she doesn't bother. She will occasionally wear chap stick or lip gloss, but it's rare.
Personality:
When most people look at Rosalina, they see a small, vulnerable person; a weakling. They couldn't be more wrong. She's nowhere near shy, and when she talks, it's almost always with a strong opinion. Her tendency to speak her mind - often laced with a profanity or two - often gets her into trouble. She's one of those loud, outgoing types. She normally is very loud -as stated before- just because, she's afraid of people viewing her as weak. She doesn't much care what people think of what she says - if they have a problem with her, that's their own damn fault. She doesn't much care if people are offended, either -in fact, if someone gets offended, she has a habit of yelling at them more for being easily offended. She's not very cautious. She rarely thinks before speaking, her mind often just a tad slower than her mouth. Before doing something, she'll take only a brief moment or two to consider how it will affect her and others around her, and what the consequences might be. Only rarely is she not impulsive.
Rosalina could be considered anti-social, and she's okay with that- what she isn't okay with, however, is being called shy. She prefers to do things on her own when she can. Her way, at her own pace. But when she needs help, she'll ask for it- only if there's no physical way she can do it herself. She's more than capable of working in a group setting but prefers to be alone, especially when writing a song.
She is also quite stubborn. She may not look it, given her small frame, but she's definitely stubborn, in that she only rarely admits to feeling ill, or being in pain. And she tends to not know her limits. She hardly knows when she can't deny it, when to get help. But until she reaches that point, she keeps it to herself.
Rosalina is...well, she's not exactly an obsessive-compulsive neat freak- she doesn't have to have everything lined up perfectly, in perfect alphabetical order, or anything like that. In fact, almost nothing is organized- her bedroom isn't necessarily a mess or anything, but it could definitely use a good cleaning.
Rosalina isn’t very intimidating. In fact, if you were to just see her walking down the sidewalk you would think that she was a sweet, charming girl. Which, she is, in fact - unless you upset her. Then you’re toast. Rosalina isn’t one of those badass girls though. She doesn’t walk around pissed off at everybody. Oh no, she keeps her anger well hidden. She will only lash out if you give her a reason too. But when she isn’t pissed off at you, she’s the sweetest girl you’ve ever met and spoken with. She will blow your mind away just from one conversation.
History:
Blinding, unbearable pain. White forming in your eyes, from pushing so hard. Thunder and rain echoing in your ears, along with your own screams. Another human being slowly being pushed out of your body, into the hands of another man.
This is childbirth. At least, it's what it was like for Joanne Manson, on the night of December 25th 1991. It had been a cold, rainy, thunderous night. The hospital was pretty much empty and dead quiet, accept for the patients that had been checked in already. All the doctors and nurses on duty had congregrated to help out with this particular childbirth, having nothing else to do. Luckily enough, every single hand had been used. This was her first child, and everyone has some slight idea what that's like. But complications arose. The small baby got stuck, the new mother continually passed out, an emergency C-Section was a definite must-do; and that's just naming a few. It wasn't working at all.
Finally, at 4:49am, Rosalina Ashley Manson was finally brought into this world and out of her mother. She had to be tended to a lot, and put into intensive care. For days, the doctors were almost positive that she wouldn't pull through. Finally, that tough side of her kicked in, and she slowly started getting stronger and healthier. It wasn't until January 16th that Rosalina was taken home and acquainted with her family.
Fast forward about ten years, and that's when the next major thing occurs in her young life. Her mother and father had turned out to be sucky parents. They didn't have a clue what to do, and it put a lot of stress and frustration onto their only so strong human bodies. Eventually, the two of them started getting into really heavy drinking. Rosalina eventually figured out when they were drunk or not, and when to avoid them or not. This went on for two years, before she found herself spending more time avoiding her parents then being with them. She took refuge with her grandparents, but didn't say a word about what was happening.
Eventually though, her grandparents took a drop by their house, and found Joanne Manson dead on the kitchen floor, Simon Manson seemingly missing. They took Rosalina as their own, and helped her through the emotional scars her parents had left behind. No matter how much love and attention she recieved from her grandparents though, those scars never and won't ever fully heal. She's afraid of getting too close to anyone anymore. But, monkey-see, monkey-do. Rosalina drinks. Not very much at all, but she still drinks.
Back on track. Rosalina was fifteen when she started taking a genuine interest in music. Something deep inside of her told her that she should be apart of the acting scene. She loved going up on stage and being a part of the theater. She hadn't really thought it through much, and still had plenty of questions. All she knew, was that it was her goal and her dream, and she'd stop at nothing to achieve it.
Family Details:
MOTHER// Joanne Manson // Deceased
FATHER// Simon Manson // Missing
GRANDMOTHER// Beatrix Manson // 74 years
GRANDFATHER// Tony Manson // 76 years
Other:
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