Post by Samantha "Rizzo" Booker on Apr 11, 2007 16:29:45 GMT -5
Name: Samantha Booker
Nicknames: Rizzo
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Clique: Creative Kids
Gender: Female
Actor/Actress/Model Used: Juliya Chernetsky
Hometown/Country: Kansas City, Missouri
Personality/Attitude:
I don't really like explaining myself. I am... well, me. But, for your sake, I will describe my personality as best as I can. I am a very creative girl, and I put my creativity to good use. I am also very liberal, and I take my stanse on everything. I do not back down from things unless I am quite aware that I can never win, not ever, with no chance. But that is rare, and I usually fight for my causes. When I say causes, I don't mean petty things like getting to wear shorter skirts in school. No, I mean real things, like politics. I love politics almost as much as I love art.
I am not a loud girl, though I can be at parties. But for the most part, I am soft-spoken and calm, and rarely do I lose my temper. But, all that aside, I am very... well... opinionated. I am not afraid to voice my opinion, though I try to do it in the nicest way possible. I do not simply say, "You are wrong, I am right, so get over it." I am more subtle than that, even if inside, that is how I am feeling.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Appearance:
I have mahogany hair that hangs several inchest past my shoulders, and it is often curled into soft ringlets. I take pride in my hair, as it and my eyes are my best features. My eyes are a bright, jade green that I love so much, and I am blessed to have such beautiful eyes. Really, those are the only parts of me I like.
I have pale skin, mostly because I take some medications that do not allow me to go outside. I wear darker colors that make me look even paler, but that's okay, because I don't care for pastels. Mostly I wear band T's for bands I love, like Led Zeppelin, The Smiths, Black Sabbath, etc.
Picture:
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 120 lbs
Relatives/Family:
David Booker - Father
Angela Booker- Mother
George Booker - Grandfather
Anna Booker - Grandmother
Occupation: Student
Background/History:
I was born in Kansas City, Missouri, but I only lived there for about three years before my parents moved to Belfast, Ireland. My grandparents on my father's side were sick, so we had no choice. Somebody had to take care of them.
In Belfast, I learned descrimination like you would not believe. An English person I knew lived there, and in case you are not aware, people in North Ireland hate the Brits. Well, this English person, who became a friend of mine, was shot and killed. I don't know where or why, though I can speculate. Catholic people are often descriminated against up there, and though my family is Catholic, I never really practiced--mostly because if I did, there was a chance we'd be in some real trouble.
We moved back to Kansas City when I was a freshman in high school, which was when I met Damion. Now, two years later, we are dating and I love him more than anything. I hate his friend Gomory, but I try not to say anything against her. She's his friend, not mine, even if she is totally evil.
Canon or Custom? Custom
Timezone: Central
Sample RP:
As Severus Snape in another RP
Nicknames: Rizzo
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Clique: Creative Kids
Gender: Female
Actor/Actress/Model Used: Juliya Chernetsky
Hometown/Country: Kansas City, Missouri
Personality/Attitude:
I don't really like explaining myself. I am... well, me. But, for your sake, I will describe my personality as best as I can. I am a very creative girl, and I put my creativity to good use. I am also very liberal, and I take my stanse on everything. I do not back down from things unless I am quite aware that I can never win, not ever, with no chance. But that is rare, and I usually fight for my causes. When I say causes, I don't mean petty things like getting to wear shorter skirts in school. No, I mean real things, like politics. I love politics almost as much as I love art.
I am not a loud girl, though I can be at parties. But for the most part, I am soft-spoken and calm, and rarely do I lose my temper. But, all that aside, I am very... well... opinionated. I am not afraid to voice my opinion, though I try to do it in the nicest way possible. I do not simply say, "You are wrong, I am right, so get over it." I am more subtle than that, even if inside, that is how I am feeling.
Likes:
- Art
- Politics
- Reading
- Writing
- Nature
- Hiking
- Cats
- Mythology
- History
- Kids
- Faeries
- Boys
- Damion
- Music
Dislikes:
- Gomory
- Bullies
- Gomory
- Overly self-rightious people
- Abuse
- Republicans
- The English
- Protestants
Appearance:
I have mahogany hair that hangs several inchest past my shoulders, and it is often curled into soft ringlets. I take pride in my hair, as it and my eyes are my best features. My eyes are a bright, jade green that I love so much, and I am blessed to have such beautiful eyes. Really, those are the only parts of me I like.
I have pale skin, mostly because I take some medications that do not allow me to go outside. I wear darker colors that make me look even paler, but that's okay, because I don't care for pastels. Mostly I wear band T's for bands I love, like Led Zeppelin, The Smiths, Black Sabbath, etc.
Picture:
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 120 lbs
Relatives/Family:
David Booker - Father
Angela Booker- Mother
George Booker - Grandfather
Anna Booker - Grandmother
Occupation: Student
Background/History:
I was born in Kansas City, Missouri, but I only lived there for about three years before my parents moved to Belfast, Ireland. My grandparents on my father's side were sick, so we had no choice. Somebody had to take care of them.
In Belfast, I learned descrimination like you would not believe. An English person I knew lived there, and in case you are not aware, people in North Ireland hate the Brits. Well, this English person, who became a friend of mine, was shot and killed. I don't know where or why, though I can speculate. Catholic people are often descriminated against up there, and though my family is Catholic, I never really practiced--mostly because if I did, there was a chance we'd be in some real trouble.
We moved back to Kansas City when I was a freshman in high school, which was when I met Damion. Now, two years later, we are dating and I love him more than anything. I hate his friend Gomory, but I try not to say anything against her. She's his friend, not mine, even if she is totally evil.
Canon or Custom? Custom
Timezone: Central
Sample RP:
As Severus Snape in another RP
It was quiet... almost too quiet, and if he hadn't known any better, Severus would have believed that one of those dreaded Marauders was hiding behind a bush, waiting to attack him. But that couldn't possibly be, it was far too late for anybody to be out. He knew he shouldn't even be out, but was extra careful not to get caught. He simply needed to be by himself, and if the only way to get what he wanted was to sneak out of the castle, then by god he was going to do it.
So he did.
Severus stood beneath a tree, gazing out at the black water that reflected the bright, half moon above his head. Ripples disturbed the peaceful reflection of the moon, most probably caused by whatever hid beneath the dark water. But even the ripples, along with the knowledge that there were things large enough to consume an entire ship beneath that water, was slightly comforting. Why? Because he knew he was by himself, finally, in the middle of the night.
He has never been one to be sentimental, or bask in the beauty of anything. But tonight seemed different. Perhaps it was because he was relieving the stress of constantly being attacked and attacking the Marauders. Really, what had he ever done to them? They were just bullies, that's what! He'd never done anything to them, not to make them hate him the way he did. Why they tormented him so, he could not honestly give an answer. All he knew was it was another trial in his horrid, bland life that he had to live. But he would make the best of it. Severus Snape is good at making the best out of things, even if the best is not much.
So he did.
Severus stood beneath a tree, gazing out at the black water that reflected the bright, half moon above his head. Ripples disturbed the peaceful reflection of the moon, most probably caused by whatever hid beneath the dark water. But even the ripples, along with the knowledge that there were things large enough to consume an entire ship beneath that water, was slightly comforting. Why? Because he knew he was by himself, finally, in the middle of the night.
He has never been one to be sentimental, or bask in the beauty of anything. But tonight seemed different. Perhaps it was because he was relieving the stress of constantly being attacked and attacking the Marauders. Really, what had he ever done to them? They were just bullies, that's what! He'd never done anything to them, not to make them hate him the way he did. Why they tormented him so, he could not honestly give an answer. All he knew was it was another trial in his horrid, bland life that he had to live. But he would make the best of it. Severus Snape is good at making the best out of things, even if the best is not much.
