Post by rita cherry tromson on Jun 5, 2009 23:13:49 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
[/color]a little attitude
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sup, my name is MLLE
been breathing air for SOME NUMBER OF years now
but only been living for THREE
you can drop me a line at THIS PLACE, PMS WORK WITH ME
hey teachers, hey creatures,
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nicknames: Ree or Riri
age: Sixteen
birthday: February 21st
gender: Female
orientation: Heterosexual
school year: Sophomore
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just wait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/color][/font][/center]take a breath of air before you faint
height: 5'1"
weight: 106 lbs.
build Petite, feminine
eyes: A dark amber color, brown at a glance.
hair: Many shades of brown, hanging limp on her shoulders.
distinguishing features: Nothing too peculiar other than her eyes, her high forehead, and slightly heart-shaped face.
tattoos and piercings: No tattoos, and no piercings other than the common pierced ears through the lobe.
personal style: Rita really likes hoodies, and is almost always seen wearing them. She's not one for skirts or dressy things, and is usually just seen wearing jeans and a tee-shirt under her hoodie. For footwear she only really wears sneakers. Nothing special, but when there is a dressy occasion she will wear something nice.
appearance: Rita has always had good posture, but this does not help her height (since she's already so short) or the way everyone sees her. She has never stood out, typically just the invisible nobody of high school. She doesn't mind this and makes no effort to change her low image.
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/color][/center][/font]or do you think you'll fight?
dislikes: Work, popularity, being too hot, that too-clean smell, swimming, aggressive people, ugly reality, sunshine, big cities, technology, having no shoulders to cry on, rules, parties.
strengths: Dancing, being indifferent to people's criticism, musical talent, healthy immune system, stays warm easily.
weaknesses: Flattery, nature's beauty, flirts, good music, adventure.
greatest fear: Being trapped in a clique.
greatest desire: To find her soulmate.
habits and quirks: Crossing her arms when she sits, her crooked smile, her obsession over rain.
overall personality:
Rita is a major sweetie. She's sensitive, sympathetic, gentle, and naive. Though she's used to being ignored, so when in public she comes off as mute and a little lost in her own world. If you interest her she doesn't find it impolite to stare at you, because nobody ever looks at her.
However, if you were to get to know her she would cling onto you immediately. That's one downside to her sweet personality, she's very clingy. She loves physical touch, and used to go around hugging everyone when she was young.
But Rita is a dreamer, with independent thoughts that clash with her dependent way of acting. Rita likes to stay near people, because it makes her feel real. When she's alone she feels almost ghostlike and this scares her.
As a dreamer, her dreaminess is almost always channeled into love. Rita constantly thinks of love, wants to be loved, and dreams of somehow finding her soulmate.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/color][/font][/center]we ain't fighting nothing
father: Leif Tromson, 40, DJ
siblings: Bailey (26, biologist), Caleb (23, college student), Brian (18, high school dropout), Cady (13, middle school student).
extended family: n.//.a
pets: Fifi the goldfish.
nationality: Mostly Canadian.
birthplace: Seattle, WA
history: Courtney was fully Canadian, but met Leif when she was vacationing in Seattle to see the Space Needle. They fell in love and Courtney moved to the United States permanently when they were married. Not long after Bailey was born, and following Bailey were four more children. Somewhere in there, second to last, was Rita.
Courtney and Leif were major party people. They usually left the children with a nanny, and when Bailey was old enough they let her babysit. This left Rita very ignored. She had that personality, moving with the flow of life, being invisible. Unlike Bailey, who was the loud and yet obedient child. Unlike Caleb who was the typical guy, a show off. Unlike Brian who lived his life to rebel and be bad. And unlike Cady who was the stubborn and spoiled princess.
Rita grew up among these people, and yet never really got to know them. When Rita was fourteen the family moved to New York for Leif's job. Rita started going to high school there, and although she wished very hard, her popularity didn't increase any. . . so she settled down and accepted being at the lowest end of the high school popularity chart, even beginning to hate those popular kids.
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way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/color][/center][/font]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
member title: The Bittersweet Shadow
roleplay sample:
The wind ran through her silky, dark brown locks as Marie glided down the sidewalk. A smile played on her glossy lips and her long silver earrings sang quietly like wind-chimes in a fleeting breeze. Her cinnamon colored bike rolled soundlessly down the vacant streets.
Marie let out a sigh of joy as a little club came into view. It's neon martini sign flashed brilliantly in the dim light of the evening. As she came within twenty feet of the little black building she could feel a dance beat pumping through the concrete. Parfait ! Marie thought as her lips pulled away to reveal a sparkling grin.
She pulled her bike over to a little fence and locked it up, placing her cute white helmet behind a flowerpot. Nobody would see it in this lighting. "Mais maintenant, party." Marie announced to herself, capering into the club.
((This is a small clip. . . my best post ever was like 861 words. Also, this is from a French site. XP))
Marie let out a sigh of joy as a little club came into view. It's neon martini sign flashed brilliantly in the dim light of the evening. As she came within twenty feet of the little black building she could feel a dance beat pumping through the concrete. Parfait ! Marie thought as her lips pulled away to reveal a sparkling grin.
She pulled her bike over to a little fence and locked it up, placing her cute white helmet behind a flowerpot. Nobody would see it in this lighting. "Mais maintenant, party." Marie announced to herself, capering into the club.
((This is a small clip. . . my best post ever was like 861 words. Also, this is from a French site. XP))
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I WANTED TO BE ME !
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