Post by ¿EmoHowl? on Mar 8, 2009 10:19:14 GMT -6
About Me [/size][/b][/u]
Name: [/u] Peach, you will only make the mistake of calling me that ONCE. -.- [/color]
Nicknames:[/i] Howl, Mak, Emo, Alice, Wolf... [/color]
Age: [/u] 16 on March 16th, basically 16. [/color]
Personality: [/u] Well you’ve come this far..
I am a rather loud individual with a knack either intentional or not, to piss people off good and hard. In the past I am known as the first person to try a Admin’s patience, and usually it’s at the fact I don’t let much slide without a good trial. I’m not one to quickly judge, but I seem to make more enemies than I do friends, for I have a very special persistence and am hard headed.
I’m atheist, I do not believe in a one TRUE god. And don’t player hate on me, I can and may be crazy enough to show up at your doorstep with a shotgun. xP jk jk. I’m quick to catch on, I’m an active member. I’m on a lot, because most of my daily activities go on during school days, my weekends are NEVER strenuous. Therefore, my weekdays I will either be on with a quick SHORT post, or not be on at all. Take it or leave it kiddies. [/color]
Past Experiences involving RP: [/u] Let’s see how much you really do care?
I’ve roleplayed since I was 5. What came from writing with character’s long posts, scribble amongst a white paper, came to a quick difference of typing and actually ACTING like my character’s. I get absorbed quickly and overwhelmingly enough, I do go days without eating or feeling anything when my character’s die. I live in this world I call RP. I do enjoy it. I am a good person to consult about plots, because not only do I agree, I ask questions like ‘What if?’ ‘What then?’ and usually if you want, I can play character’s like thieves, trouble makers, etc for a plot.
Etc...More to come.[/color][/i]
A bit about me: [/u]
Likes:
Dislikes:
Now straight up about me, let’s see. I am in a garage band, I do sing and scream for it. I play the drums, I skate, I dance. I do a lot of normal things, but the down side to me I have trouble with emotions.
I become angry easily, and I hate typing up posts that are pointless, so I only RP with CERTAIN people…
I’m easily befriended, but probably easily turned against as well. I stick up for what I believe is right, and whether you are my friend or my foe, I’ll be the first one there to back you up if confronted by an attacker. I’m athletic, I’m NORWEGIAN, that’s right. I am popular at my school, whether that’s believable or not. I am who I am... You will NEVER change me. I hate it when people try.
Recently I got over a relationship, and am still in love with this boy. So I’m going through hard times, depression, for the boy is dieing of heart failure, and I can’t do anything for him. He loves me back, but he wants to protect me from loosing someone again. Whatever the case, I’m not myself. I’m going through a stage of healing. [/color]
Gender: [/u][/color] Female[/size]
Extras (RP Sample): [/u][/color] The mere existence of the ballroom made the man stop in the doorway. The room glinted in silver, the chandelier dangling with hanging ribbons, a few small pieces hung low tied to the lights which seemed to follow up across to a small banister. He examined the wide stairs that came down on each side, a small landing in the middle, making a U-shape, and there she stood. The countess, her eyes focused on many people at once. He moved forward slowly, the mask over his face, concealing his true appearance.
He stood near a small table on the left, the small hum of the voices, shrill laughter, and glasses clinging against one another, the shuffle of feet, and the rustle of clothes suddenly overwhelming to one so new to a life of immortality. He used his forefinger to pull at the neck of his tuxedo, almost appearing human like. He had acquired the knowledge to blink, to breathe, and to sneeze even if it were false. He even faked a choke from time to time, and his laugh, one he even loved himself. He had learned to be human, even when the humans were his prey.
He scratched his neck before turning to look at his right; the owner of the house, the countess was heading straight for him. He noticed she was trying to sneak over to him, and to avoid her husband’s knowledge along with it. He let out a slight chuckle, the noise causing a few to turn as he held out his hands to her; she seized him immediately smiling as she had always before. He stepped back with a small cough, he gave a low bow and chuckled again. “Determined to give us away are thee, my minx?” he spoke softly. Her eyes searching his before her light response,” My apologies sir, pray that no ones notices our ease.” he held his arm out to her as her husband approached…
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Name: [/u] Peach, you will only make the mistake of calling me that ONCE. -.- [/color]
Nicknames:[/i] Howl, Mak, Emo, Alice, Wolf... [/color]
Age: [/u] 16 on March 16th, basically 16. [/color]
Personality: [/u] Well you’ve come this far..
I am a rather loud individual with a knack either intentional or not, to piss people off good and hard. In the past I am known as the first person to try a Admin’s patience, and usually it’s at the fact I don’t let much slide without a good trial. I’m not one to quickly judge, but I seem to make more enemies than I do friends, for I have a very special persistence and am hard headed.
I’m atheist, I do not believe in a one TRUE god. And don’t player hate on me, I can and may be crazy enough to show up at your doorstep with a shotgun. xP jk jk. I’m quick to catch on, I’m an active member. I’m on a lot, because most of my daily activities go on during school days, my weekends are NEVER strenuous. Therefore, my weekdays I will either be on with a quick SHORT post, or not be on at all. Take it or leave it kiddies. [/color]
Past Experiences involving RP: [/u] Let’s see how much you really do care?
I’ve roleplayed since I was 5. What came from writing with character’s long posts, scribble amongst a white paper, came to a quick difference of typing and actually ACTING like my character’s. I get absorbed quickly and overwhelmingly enough, I do go days without eating or feeling anything when my character’s die. I live in this world I call RP. I do enjoy it. I am a good person to consult about plots, because not only do I agree, I ask questions like ‘What if?’ ‘What then?’ and usually if you want, I can play character’s like thieves, trouble makers, etc for a plot.
Etc...More to come.[/color][/i]
A bit about me: [/u]
Likes:
- I love Loud Hard Core music
- I like people that don’t confront me
- I enjoy the outdoors
- I love dark colors
- Friends
Dislikes:
- People Fighting
- Hackers, I can hack sites myself -.-
- Impersonators!
- Liars
- Stupid Teen Boppity songs
- HighSchool Musicals -.-
- Posers...
Now straight up about me, let’s see. I am in a garage band, I do sing and scream for it. I play the drums, I skate, I dance. I do a lot of normal things, but the down side to me I have trouble with emotions.
I become angry easily, and I hate typing up posts that are pointless, so I only RP with CERTAIN people…
I’m easily befriended, but probably easily turned against as well. I stick up for what I believe is right, and whether you are my friend or my foe, I’ll be the first one there to back you up if confronted by an attacker. I’m athletic, I’m NORWEGIAN, that’s right. I am popular at my school, whether that’s believable or not. I am who I am... You will NEVER change me. I hate it when people try.
Recently I got over a relationship, and am still in love with this boy. So I’m going through hard times, depression, for the boy is dieing of heart failure, and I can’t do anything for him. He loves me back, but he wants to protect me from loosing someone again. Whatever the case, I’m not myself. I’m going through a stage of healing. [/color]
Gender: [/u][/color] Female[/size]
Extras (RP Sample): [/u][/color] The mere existence of the ballroom made the man stop in the doorway. The room glinted in silver, the chandelier dangling with hanging ribbons, a few small pieces hung low tied to the lights which seemed to follow up across to a small banister. He examined the wide stairs that came down on each side, a small landing in the middle, making a U-shape, and there she stood. The countess, her eyes focused on many people at once. He moved forward slowly, the mask over his face, concealing his true appearance.
He stood near a small table on the left, the small hum of the voices, shrill laughter, and glasses clinging against one another, the shuffle of feet, and the rustle of clothes suddenly overwhelming to one so new to a life of immortality. He used his forefinger to pull at the neck of his tuxedo, almost appearing human like. He had acquired the knowledge to blink, to breathe, and to sneeze even if it were false. He even faked a choke from time to time, and his laugh, one he even loved himself. He had learned to be human, even when the humans were his prey.
He scratched his neck before turning to look at his right; the owner of the house, the countess was heading straight for him. He noticed she was trying to sneak over to him, and to avoid her husband’s knowledge along with it. He let out a slight chuckle, the noise causing a few to turn as he held out his hands to her; she seized him immediately smiling as she had always before. He stepped back with a small cough, he gave a low bow and chuckled again. “Determined to give us away are thee, my minx?” he spoke softly. Her eyes searching his before her light response,” My apologies sir, pray that no ones notices our ease.” he held his arm out to her as her husband approached…
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