Post by christine on Nov 22, 2007 0:02:33 GMT -5
Hello! My name is « Shayde »[/quote]
I am « Between the ages of 10 & 20 »
I have been roleplaying for « Four years » , and here is a sample post of mine.
Sample: « From a wolf roleplay forum, ha ha.Night—when all else, fails, the darkness of the last few hours of the day is the only shelter a wolf has left. Whether he has been broken or if he has been long gone, this ebony color of the sky is where he will always be found. Running alongside those he has his entire life, this is living. Nocturnal, wolves belong here. Sitting on a high ridge of the outcrops of rocks in the Avalik territory, a black silhouette cannot be seen to the naked eye. Accented by the lack of light given, the blue eyes the figure presents are bright and seemingly unforgiving. The wolf is in deep thought. Salem never ceases to do so. The area here is so similar, so rewarding to him. Come my son; follow me into places which you will remember the rest of your days long after my passing. Follow me into the greatest places that you will ever see—that very few wolves take time to appreciate, and look at. This painting that we call life, remember it until nevermore.
Oh, how he missed his father so. The dark brown eyes, and black fur with the slightest tint of chocolate when the light hit the hairs on his back just right, the few and only white hairs near his nose and in his ears, and the long, strong legs that served as Salem’s protection when he was scared—when he ran away from his problems and brought them to his father’s attention. His father could do anything. His father was everything to Salem. He wasn’t too young when his father’s fate was finally met. Salem would’ve been fine on his own, but not if he had been killed that way. His own brother. Impossible, it seemed, but no, his dear brother had far darker thoughts going on in that head of his than Salem could have ever predicted in a lifetime. He was a killer, and that was the last time Salem had run away from his problems. He took action that day, but that look in his sibling’s eyes, the words that he had said, that laugh that had erupted out of his lungs while he was pinned down in the permafrost—all of which will be in his memories forever, unforgiving.
Though, that album of memories will be found covered in paint of a blood-red hue, and shoved into the back of his thoughts with cobwebs all around it. That book will never be picked up, never touched at all. It was all so long ago, yet it seemed like it had all happened yesterday. Sniffing the air, the black wolf could still smell the stale, metallic scent of his own father’s blood and the crimson laughter of his brother. Salem wished that smell would just go away, but the blood will forever be embossed in his nostrils until his body had decayed. His shoulders shifted, getting a little more comfortable in a small wedge between two large boulders. There was a small, but soft patch of grass between the rocks and some moss to serve some warmth, even though Salem was more than toasty already. The autumn night had only just begun, and he had already counted six brave, bright stars in the sky while his chin on his paws, ears erect and alert. The bright silhouettes were hard to find, he had to admit. The thick mist of fog covering the area had proven itself worthy of giving Salem a hard time doing much of anything. It had taken him long enough to find this grassy spot he had called his for now, just to take a nap on.
A small gust of wind blew passed him, shaking the tall, thick hairs on his nape violently and giving away any indication that he was there to any wolves that would’ve been looking that way, and now the wolf waits. He waits for any wolf to come and dare share this night with him.
« Christine Rhett »
Name: « Christine Anne Rhett.
Age: « Fifteen.
Gender: « All female.
Sexual Orientation: « Straight.
Social Standing: « High School Sophomore.
Physical Appearance:
« Confident and strong, Christine is a beautiful teenage girl and she knows, so she isn’t afraid to flaunt it and change things up regularly. With her obsession with hats, sunglasses, and eye-makeup, there are very few things that don’t change at all with her general appearance. For one, she is in a hopeless love with her hair, and rarely does anything to change it up even just a little. The light brown, pin straight hair with bangs coming down just to her eyebrows has always been with her and gives her a sense of security. Chris hates short hair, period. She thinks it looks absolutely disgusting on her and after cutting it short in the fifth grade, she knew it would never happen again. Light brown and medium-length it shall stay until the day she dies.
Another is her eyes. The hazel orbs of her childish side reflecting the light of the sun is a beautiful sight. She realizes this, and takes extra time making her eyes stand out as much as possible with tons of eyeliner and mascara and bright colored eye shadow. The eyelashes on this girl are incredible, dark and long yet seemingly cut at just the right length. Her favorite eye shadow is her light sea foam green, just rimming her eyeliner slightly with elegance. The green goes great with any light colors she happens to be wearing and makes her eyes stand out even more which is what she was going for. Just a quick glance of those eyes will make you want to just stop and stare for hours, but she’s not one to brag—Chris is not a conceited girl. She knows she is pretty, but she doesn’t let it get to her and brainwash her like most other girls her age. Stare at her eyes, and she’ll give you trouble “It’s rude to stare.”
Her skin is incredibly fair and seemingly fragile, but to the touch it is soft just like any other human’s skin. Lotion-obsessed, her ivory skin reflects almost as much light as her eyes, but Chris is careful not to go that far. What she is going for is a faint glow, seeming shining in the hallway is what she likes. Seeing the light on her fingers shining brighter than the paper she is writing on drives her crazy, and when that happens she cuts down on the lotion. Nowadays, she has the obsession under control, and knows the exact amount to take each day to keep that fair glow on her skin that she loves so much.
Christine isn’t the tallest girl around, standing at a quite short 5’4”, most of the other girls almost tower over her. To make her a bit more confident in herself, Chris wears heels but never going passed 1 ½ inches—she’d fall on her face. Regardless of her short stature, she has very long legs, but hates wearing skirts and dresses. She loves her “knife-legs” but it’s one of those things that she refuses to show off. Jeans won her over, and her jeans are here to stay on those legs of hers. Chris’ brother always tells her that she was “blessed” with the best nails in the family. They’d probably get to three feet long until they actually came around to breaking, and the look of them makes it seem like she had gotten a French manicure, and since she never was all that into nail polish anyway, she doesn’t bother to do much with her nails besides cut them when they got long enough to start bugging her.
Personality:
« Chris is a natural rebel, coming from her father’s side. Tell her what to do, she’ll question you and there’s no doubt about that. She has had her confrontations about things like this with her teachers in her past, and most of the teachers that had ever had her had a personal grudge against her because of that. Christine won’t let anybody stop her from doing something—once she has her mind set, that’s it. There’s no going back for this girl. She leaps before she thinks and never second-guesses herself. Ever since she was a little girl, she had done everything her parents told her not to do. Climbing trees, running down the street naked, riding her bike with both no helmet and no shoes on, sticking keys into outlets, trying to breathe underwater—her father is surprised that she even made it to high school acting like that.
A lover and not a fighter, Christine’s first love didn’t work out and because of that she has extreme trust problems. This is also because of her parents’ violent divorce. Looking through the hallways at school, she can’t help but wonder what they’re all thinking about when she walks by them. What if they want to hurt her? Convinced that you can’t trust anybody but yourself and your family, she’s insecure despite her fun-loving and rebellious nature. Trust is only one of her fears. She’s afraid to fall in love [[“I’m not afraid to say ‘I love you’, I’m afraid that I might mean it.”]], afraid of spiders, afraid of heights, closed spaces and the dark.
She loves to have fun, anything from jumping into the neighbors’ pools to playing pranks on complete strangers. Always thinking up ideas, her brother and I did the craziest things together. Drinking syrup shots, playing Marco Polo in the backyard in the grass with tons of dog poop all over the place with their bare feet, trying to make a full-length movie in a store, and seeing who can spit seeds the furthest are just a few. Since he went off to College, Chris has found ways to have fun on her own. Lighting off sparklers in the house, dancing around the house with nothing on but her bra and underwear with the music blasted, and she has even gone to the pet store and gotten her own pet lobster—she is, though, having a hard time figuring out how to pick it up without it pinching the crap out of her.
Along with the rebellious, fun-loving personality, she’s also very sarcastic and has no sympathy for anybody she’s giving the smart-ass comment to. She doesn’t care about everybody else’s feelings, because she knows that they’ll get over it. Chris is aware that some people are just so self-conscious that if you say one word to them they totally flip out, and she loves making fun of those kind of people from afar. Again, not caring if she hurts they’re feelings or not—she doesn’t care. If they do, though, happen to come to school one day with an AK-47 to shoot her to sawdust—she says bring it.
History:
« The family portrait. Theresa and David Rhett, not the most successful people you will ever meet, but they did love each other very much. The two lovebirds met twenty years ago, Theresa was sixteen and David was eighteen, just graduating. The love shared between them was like one you would find in the movies. That love soon turned to lust, and just four years later Ian was born. During Theresa’s pregnancy, the two got closer and soon enough they both had just enough money to sustain the child and themselves. The house was only big enough for the family of three.
Soon, though, Theresa lost her job over a fight with her boss and that love soon withered to that of hate and detest. ”How are we going to feed Ian?! We hardly have enough money to live in this house anymore! What was your big plan, Theresa?! Did you intend for this to happen? Because I sure didn’t! You need to come up with a backup plan or we’ll have to do something for Ian to live a better life, so get thinking!” The glasses being broken awoke the two-year-old child from his bed. He cries while his mother takes him in her arms, tears rolling down her own cheeks. “I don’t know what to do…I love you so much, Ian, I don’t want to lose you.”
The quickest fix for anger. They couldn’t afford another child but lust was the only thing going through their minds that night. Nine months later, Christine was born, but that didn’t stop the anger between her parents. The fights wouldn’t stop until the divorce filed between the two when it was finally established that all the love the two had felt when they were teenagers was officially gone. Christine was seven, and Ian was nine. David got full custody of both kids after a two-year battle between the two parents.
They had both remarried since then, Theresa married a successful man, Andrew Malone who had three children of his own—Chelsea, James, and Shawn Malone. David had married a beautiful woman a few years younger than him, Kimberly Shwartz with no children in tow. Through the tough times when they were kids, Christine and Ian are close, and Ian is the only person Christine can tell anything to. She trusts him with her life, and maybe that’s the only person she would trust.
With all of that behind them, David proposed that the new--complete family--moved to a new place and started over. Ian and Christine loved the idea of this, but knew that they would miss their friends. "We'll keep in touch, right?" Chris' best friend at the time asked her. Chris smiled back at Destiny. "Yeah, we'll keep in touch." After all the goodbyes, the family packed up and left on the first flight from L.A. to New York.
David and Kimberly bought the biggest house they could possibly afford--to make room for more kids--and Christina loved this new life. No more fights between her parents, and now she has a new step-mom that loved her very much, and now they live in a big house with her brother and for once everything in her life seemed perfect.
Christine never was a rebel until she met Devin Hergert.
She started Jr. High at age eleven, sixth grade, and made tons of friends. Eighth grade she finally got her first boyfriend, one of her best friends from sixth grade, Devin Hergert. Chris was convinced she was in love, and she did everything with Devin--until his mother found out. That "witch" as Chris put it, forbid Devin from ever seeing her again because she insisted that his religion didn't allow girlfriends or wives until adulthood. The modern-day Romeo and Juliet was soon established that same night when the two lovebirds met on Christine's rooftop in the middle of the night. They had both snuck out carefully, but Devin knew he didn't have much time until his mother realized that he was gone, so he wasted no time giving Chris the news.
Christine loved the idea of a forbidden love, and this was when her rebellious behavior really started to surface. It had rubbed off Devin and onto her. She wanted to make it last as long as possible. The full length of sneaking out, running away for the night, and kissing under the full moon was only a year, short lived. By the middle of their freshman year of High School, Devin's mother finally found out and wasted no time getting Devin's ass to the other side of New York, where she was sure that the two would never see each other again. Chris wanted to believe that this wouldn't stop her, but she knew that her father wouldn't approve of her chasing after some boy across the state. Devin was her first and probably only love, and she knows that they'll meet again someday.
Family Details:
« Father—David Rhett; 38.
« Mother—Theresa Malone; 36.
« Step-Father—Andrew Malone; 36.
« Step-Mother—Kimberly Rhett; 32.
« Step-Brothers—James Malone; 12. Shawn Malone; 14.
« Step-Sister—Chelsea Malone; 7.
«Brother—Ian Rhett; 19
Other:
« And yes, her teeth are straight ha ha.
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