Post by Angie and Orion on Feb 16, 2007 7:56:14 GMT -5
Photo of character(This is NOT optional):
Name:
Angela (Angie or Jelly, please.) Thompson Morris (A.T.M isn't that a cash machine?)
Age:
17
Height:
5'3"
Weight:
It's been ages sinse she weighed herself. Maybe about eight stone? Little less.
Gender:
Female.
Orientation:
Heck, she'll sleep with anyone. She's not a slut... She jsut gets bored.
Heritage: English, a very tiny bit Russian. (Yeah, thanks for the eyebrows grandma.)
(Ex) Family's Income(High, Middle, Low): Middle.
Appearance:
She's slim, but not underweight. She has dark circles under her eyes, contrating harshly with her pale, supposedly olive skin. She hates her hair. Jaw lenght and brown. How boring! She once considered cutting it short and dyeing it bright pink, but she had chickened out. Her nose was a bit longer than she liked but what could she do about it? And don't even get her STARTED on the eyebrows.
She usually wore a black, v-neck sweater (and I mean very v-neck), dark blue hipster jeans and black Converse high tops. A long black cardigan when it was cold.
Any piercings or tattoos?:
Both ear lobes pierced, one piercing in the top of her left ear.
History?:
Angie was a sick child. No, not perverted or anything, but sick in the actual sense of the word. Ill. Unwell.
Sinse she was born she was ill, catching every bug that passed within a mile of her, and everything else in between. The flu, colds, salmonella, glandular fever, you name it, she'd had it. Well, probably. Maybe. Her mother was run off her feet, looking after her sick little girl, and trying to please Angies sick father. And this time, sick does mean perverted.
At the age of 7 years old, Angie had finally stood up to her father, after watching him hit her mother in the face with a glass.
And she had been beaten within an inch of her life.
So she had withdrawn from her father, for years, hidding when she could, comforting her mother when she was alone and hurt.
And she had come up with a plan. Well, two. The first: She would go to the police, tell them everything and pray to God that they believed her. Or...
She could kill him.
She decided very quickly on the latter.
So she killed him. Simple enough really. Wait until he was looking the other way, pull out the knife and lunge it into his back.
He was dead pretty quick. All had gone to plan.
What she hadn't planned was what she would do afterwards.
So in a blind panic she had packed her bags, left a vauge note for her mother and walked off into the night.
Personality:
She's a complete flirt, but can act shy when she's feeling insecure. She's very spontanious, always doing things on the spur of the moment. She sometimes has wild rages, and depression. She will walk around the streets for hours, hating everyone, especially herself, and sleeping with anyone who wanted it.
Why did this person run away to Tilani City?:
T'is all in the History.
Anything else I need to know?:
She hates being bored. She'd rather die than be bored.
Type up an example post for me!:
Angie tucked her hair behind her ear and sniffed in a large breath, hugging herself against the cold. Se looked around, eyeing the concrete street hatefully.
God damned... pavement.
She shook her head to try and clear the cobwebs from her mind. She leaned against the cold, brick wall, her hands pressed to her eyes.
Today wasn't quite one of her good days.
Name:
Angela (Angie or Jelly, please.) Thompson Morris (A.T.M isn't that a cash machine?)
Age:
17
Height:
5'3"
Weight:
It's been ages sinse she weighed herself. Maybe about eight stone? Little less.
Gender:
Female.
Orientation:
Heck, she'll sleep with anyone. She's not a slut... She jsut gets bored.
Heritage: English, a very tiny bit Russian. (Yeah, thanks for the eyebrows grandma.)
(Ex) Family's Income(High, Middle, Low): Middle.
Appearance:
She's slim, but not underweight. She has dark circles under her eyes, contrating harshly with her pale, supposedly olive skin. She hates her hair. Jaw lenght and brown. How boring! She once considered cutting it short and dyeing it bright pink, but she had chickened out. Her nose was a bit longer than she liked but what could she do about it? And don't even get her STARTED on the eyebrows.
She usually wore a black, v-neck sweater (and I mean very v-neck), dark blue hipster jeans and black Converse high tops. A long black cardigan when it was cold.
Any piercings or tattoos?:
Both ear lobes pierced, one piercing in the top of her left ear.
History?:
Angie was a sick child. No, not perverted or anything, but sick in the actual sense of the word. Ill. Unwell.
Sinse she was born she was ill, catching every bug that passed within a mile of her, and everything else in between. The flu, colds, salmonella, glandular fever, you name it, she'd had it. Well, probably. Maybe. Her mother was run off her feet, looking after her sick little girl, and trying to please Angies sick father. And this time, sick does mean perverted.
At the age of 7 years old, Angie had finally stood up to her father, after watching him hit her mother in the face with a glass.
And she had been beaten within an inch of her life.
So she had withdrawn from her father, for years, hidding when she could, comforting her mother when she was alone and hurt.
And she had come up with a plan. Well, two. The first: She would go to the police, tell them everything and pray to God that they believed her. Or...
She could kill him.
She decided very quickly on the latter.
So she killed him. Simple enough really. Wait until he was looking the other way, pull out the knife and lunge it into his back.
He was dead pretty quick. All had gone to plan.
What she hadn't planned was what she would do afterwards.
So in a blind panic she had packed her bags, left a vauge note for her mother and walked off into the night.
Personality:
She's a complete flirt, but can act shy when she's feeling insecure. She's very spontanious, always doing things on the spur of the moment. She sometimes has wild rages, and depression. She will walk around the streets for hours, hating everyone, especially herself, and sleeping with anyone who wanted it.
Why did this person run away to Tilani City?:
T'is all in the History.
Anything else I need to know?:
She hates being bored. She'd rather die than be bored.
Type up an example post for me!:
Angie tucked her hair behind her ear and sniffed in a large breath, hugging herself against the cold. Se looked around, eyeing the concrete street hatefully.
God damned... pavement.
She shook her head to try and clear the cobwebs from her mind. She leaned against the cold, brick wall, her hands pressed to her eyes.
Today wasn't quite one of her good days.