Post by hayley on Jan 21, 2008 17:41:03 GMT -5
Username:
Hayley
Name of your Character:
Rhianna Night
Who the character represents:
Esmerelda
Character's history:
Rhianna was born to too rich parents. Instead of being a snob rich person, she was kind and loving to all, treated all equally. She didn't care what they look like, she was kind, looked what they were on the inside. She moved a lot when she was young, and always kept her mouth shut. Then, when she was thirteen, her parents finally staid, for good.
Anna entered high school, a and became quickly friends with Belle, Wendy, and Jasmine. She was always kind, and was a great dancer, loving to do so, being co-captain to the dance team. She danced often, at home and school, not caring what people said about her dancing. she kept her hair up as she danced, keeping it out of her way.
Anna sees Quasimodo looking at her often, and trys to talk to him often, not caring about his humpback. But, she never seems to get through, and never seems able to talk to him. He seems to avoid him, but she keeps on trying. She loves school, and looks at people on the inside, not caring what they look like, only what they act like.
Picture of Character:
Character's Likes:
Dancing
People who look on the inside
Chocolate
Friends who like her for who she is and not what she looks like
Biking
Music
Rain
Character's Dislikes:
Coincided people
Frogs
Sour stuff
People who only care about looks
Vacuums
Roleplay Sample:
All the Weasley's and Potters knew about the room of requirments. Actually, once hidden, unknown to all but the house elfs, was now one of the most common knowledge of the people at Hogwarts. Now, not all knew about it, but quite a lot did to be honest. It wasn't much of a secret any more. But still, it didn't seem to be used a lot. That was why Hayley was heading there.
Hayley stumbled through the hall ways of Hogwarts. The time was 3:00 a.m. She had once more just woken up from the dream once more. And once more she did not scream out loud. Once more she got up to wander around until it was a resonable hour to start getting ready for class. Except, wait, wasn't tomorrow Sunday? Well then, she decided not to wonder around school that night, and spend the night in the room of requirments. The whole day too, probably. She probably wouldn't leave until early evening. Maybe she would be able to get a bit more sleep than normal. She doubted it.
Hayley reached her destenation, and fell against the wall panting slightly. She was by far too skinny, but could not eat, and stopped trying to because it hurt when she puked, which she would do if she ate. All she could down now a days was water, which she did quite often. But, she was losing weight by the minute, and it took too much effort to walk, and her close were by far too big for her, it seemed as though she spent ever second thinking of a new way to hold her pants up, because belts ran out of holes very quickly.
Hayley pushed herself away from the wall. She closed er eyes and brought up the image of what she wished to be beyond the door. She walked by three times, thinking it vividly. And when she opened her eyes, the door was there. She slowly opened it, and smiled at what she found inside.
All that was in the room was three things. A bed, a fireplace, and a book case that held but a gazillion books. Hayley's eyes scanned over the titels quickly. She then went and sat down on the bed, pulling out her journal in the process. She brushed a piece of her mousy hair out of her eyes. She didn't have the strength to do much in more, so hair hair was often just thrown into a messy bun in the morning. Right now it was in a sloppy pony tail, gathered up and unbrushed.
Hayley, using herknees as a desk, wrote in her journal. She wrote more and more, her pencil flying across the pages. She stopped for a second, reasing over what she had wrotten. She then carefully lowered her pencile once more to the paper and wrote but three sentences:
The dream world once my sanctuary, is now my prison. The question is, does anybody care enough to break me out? Because the bail is my life.
A tear fell down Hayleys eyes as she closed her journal and pushed it under her pillow. She then placed her head on the pillow. She brought her body closer to her, curling up into a small ball. She pulled the blanket over her, and stayed in the ball. A silent tear fell down her face, hidden by the shadows of the blanket.
Experience:
Almost a year
Why do you think you deserve this character?:
I'm a very active rper, and I LOVE fairy tales -sigh-
Anything else you may need:
Hayley
Name of your Character:
Rhianna Night
Who the character represents:
Esmerelda
Character's history:
Rhianna was born to too rich parents. Instead of being a snob rich person, she was kind and loving to all, treated all equally. She didn't care what they look like, she was kind, looked what they were on the inside. She moved a lot when she was young, and always kept her mouth shut. Then, when she was thirteen, her parents finally staid, for good.
Anna entered high school, a and became quickly friends with Belle, Wendy, and Jasmine. She was always kind, and was a great dancer, loving to do so, being co-captain to the dance team. She danced often, at home and school, not caring what people said about her dancing. she kept her hair up as she danced, keeping it out of her way.
Anna sees Quasimodo looking at her often, and trys to talk to him often, not caring about his humpback. But, she never seems to get through, and never seems able to talk to him. He seems to avoid him, but she keeps on trying. She loves school, and looks at people on the inside, not caring what they look like, only what they act like.
Picture of Character:
Character's Likes:
Dancing
People who look on the inside
Chocolate
Friends who like her for who she is and not what she looks like
Biking
Music
Rain
Character's Dislikes:
Coincided people
Frogs
Sour stuff
People who only care about looks
Vacuums
Roleplay Sample:
All the Weasley's and Potters knew about the room of requirments. Actually, once hidden, unknown to all but the house elfs, was now one of the most common knowledge of the people at Hogwarts. Now, not all knew about it, but quite a lot did to be honest. It wasn't much of a secret any more. But still, it didn't seem to be used a lot. That was why Hayley was heading there.
Hayley stumbled through the hall ways of Hogwarts. The time was 3:00 a.m. She had once more just woken up from the dream once more. And once more she did not scream out loud. Once more she got up to wander around until it was a resonable hour to start getting ready for class. Except, wait, wasn't tomorrow Sunday? Well then, she decided not to wonder around school that night, and spend the night in the room of requirments. The whole day too, probably. She probably wouldn't leave until early evening. Maybe she would be able to get a bit more sleep than normal. She doubted it.
Hayley reached her destenation, and fell against the wall panting slightly. She was by far too skinny, but could not eat, and stopped trying to because it hurt when she puked, which she would do if she ate. All she could down now a days was water, which she did quite often. But, she was losing weight by the minute, and it took too much effort to walk, and her close were by far too big for her, it seemed as though she spent ever second thinking of a new way to hold her pants up, because belts ran out of holes very quickly.
Hayley pushed herself away from the wall. She closed er eyes and brought up the image of what she wished to be beyond the door. She walked by three times, thinking it vividly. And when she opened her eyes, the door was there. She slowly opened it, and smiled at what she found inside.
All that was in the room was three things. A bed, a fireplace, and a book case that held but a gazillion books. Hayley's eyes scanned over the titels quickly. She then went and sat down on the bed, pulling out her journal in the process. She brushed a piece of her mousy hair out of her eyes. She didn't have the strength to do much in more, so hair hair was often just thrown into a messy bun in the morning. Right now it was in a sloppy pony tail, gathered up and unbrushed.
Hayley, using herknees as a desk, wrote in her journal. She wrote more and more, her pencil flying across the pages. She stopped for a second, reasing over what she had wrotten. She then carefully lowered her pencile once more to the paper and wrote but three sentences:
The dream world once my sanctuary, is now my prison. The question is, does anybody care enough to break me out? Because the bail is my life.
A tear fell down Hayleys eyes as she closed her journal and pushed it under her pillow. She then placed her head on the pillow. She brought her body closer to her, curling up into a small ball. She pulled the blanket over her, and stayed in the ball. A silent tear fell down her face, hidden by the shadows of the blanket.
Experience:
Almost a year
Why do you think you deserve this character?:
I'm a very active rper, and I LOVE fairy tales -sigh-
Anything else you may need:
