Post by carter on May 6, 2007 20:31:43 GMT -5
Name: Alyss Carter Harper
Nicknames: Carter, Car
Age: 16
Grade: 10th
Clique: She drifts through the freaks, stoners, goths, and creative kids.
Gender: female
Actor/Actress/Model Used: Keira Knightley ( cause she's smexi)
Hometown/Country: America
Personality/Attitude: Quiet and mysterious when you meet her, she's not a very open person. She's very charming, however in a laid back sort of way. She says things that only she can say ... everyone, even the weirdest of the weird, will give her odd looks at times.
Likes: Chocolate, sushi, febreze, chai tea, kambucha, yoga, reading, writing, fantasy, movies, acting (she lives for it), sewing, taking pictures, watching people, walking, bright colors, hippies, health food (and health stores), westport, religious art, wicca.
Dislikes: Hate, war, crime, rap music, untalented people, selfishness, stereo-types, cliques, racism, fatty foods, alcohol, drugs.
Appearance:
Height: 5'2
Weight: 105
Relatives/Family: She has a cat, named Pip ... and a mom, she assumes is still alive.
Occupation: She works at a little cafe called, Mandy's over on the northeast side.
Background/History: She was born in the heat of summer with severe asthma and a quiet disposition. She laughed often and never made much of an attempt to speak. She liked to watch and listen ... oppose to talking and being loud (not much as changed in her personality, obviously). Carter has always had an untamable imagination that she would often escape to in her younger years growing up in a verbally abusive home which lead her into the theatre when she was in the 8th grade. Suddenly, acting was all that mattered and seeing that her daughter really wanted it, her mother managed to pull enough money together to send her to a half-ass private art school. But the verbal abuse just grew worse and worse and finally, on her 16th birthday, Carter was emancipated from her mother, got a job and with a little help from friends was on her feet in a little studio apartment in Downtown Kansas City, working as a waitress at a run down cafe, Carter had to drop out of her private school and in turn, became a devoted student at Laurent High School.
Canon or Custom? Custom
Timezone: Central
Sample RP:"A stalk lonely figure stood. Standing in the hallway of a long and forgotten apartment building. Body slouched up on side of a doorway. Somewhere nearby a couple of rats went scurrying across the hard wood floors. A train whistle blew. It was loud and annoyingly high-pitched. It’s funny … why would something so big need a whistle that strong? Who could possible miss it? No matter … the lone figure was not concerned by the whistle, or the sound that the cars made as they drove over the bridge, “Clack …… clack …. Clack.” Loud like thunder. This figure had no need for human machinery. He could care less. He was his own machine. An out-cast of society, an out-cast of Mother Nature. This figure had no role in society. He came about from an incident that had forever more changed two creatures DNA strands. Creatures that, at one time, had needed human machinery. That had cared.
One incident, just one could forever more change history. Could change hundreds of people’s lives. In the blink of an eye, someone was being brought into this life, someone was leaving it, and someone was on the brink of it. Magical? You could call it that. A lot of people looked upon it that way because it was too scary to think of it in any other fashion. Magic. Created by a being that lived in the sky. God. That took care of everything. That thought up everything. Responsible for all the good, never the bad. The bad was for the Devil. It was how humans had grouped everything. Good and Bad. The God and the Devil. End of story. It was the few that looked for the answers, that questioned and gobbled up any information that they could find. It was these people that ended up here ...."
Nicknames: Carter, Car
Age: 16
Grade: 10th
Clique: She drifts through the freaks, stoners, goths, and creative kids.
Gender: female
Actor/Actress/Model Used: Keira Knightley ( cause she's smexi)
Hometown/Country: America
Personality/Attitude: Quiet and mysterious when you meet her, she's not a very open person. She's very charming, however in a laid back sort of way. She says things that only she can say ... everyone, even the weirdest of the weird, will give her odd looks at times.
Likes: Chocolate, sushi, febreze, chai tea, kambucha, yoga, reading, writing, fantasy, movies, acting (she lives for it), sewing, taking pictures, watching people, walking, bright colors, hippies, health food (and health stores), westport, religious art, wicca.
Dislikes: Hate, war, crime, rap music, untalented people, selfishness, stereo-types, cliques, racism, fatty foods, alcohol, drugs.
Appearance:
Height: 5'2
Weight: 105
Relatives/Family: She has a cat, named Pip ... and a mom, she assumes is still alive.
Occupation: She works at a little cafe called, Mandy's over on the northeast side.
Background/History: She was born in the heat of summer with severe asthma and a quiet disposition. She laughed often and never made much of an attempt to speak. She liked to watch and listen ... oppose to talking and being loud (not much as changed in her personality, obviously). Carter has always had an untamable imagination that she would often escape to in her younger years growing up in a verbally abusive home which lead her into the theatre when she was in the 8th grade. Suddenly, acting was all that mattered and seeing that her daughter really wanted it, her mother managed to pull enough money together to send her to a half-ass private art school. But the verbal abuse just grew worse and worse and finally, on her 16th birthday, Carter was emancipated from her mother, got a job and with a little help from friends was on her feet in a little studio apartment in Downtown Kansas City, working as a waitress at a run down cafe, Carter had to drop out of her private school and in turn, became a devoted student at Laurent High School.
Canon or Custom? Custom
Timezone: Central
Sample RP:"A stalk lonely figure stood. Standing in the hallway of a long and forgotten apartment building. Body slouched up on side of a doorway. Somewhere nearby a couple of rats went scurrying across the hard wood floors. A train whistle blew. It was loud and annoyingly high-pitched. It’s funny … why would something so big need a whistle that strong? Who could possible miss it? No matter … the lone figure was not concerned by the whistle, or the sound that the cars made as they drove over the bridge, “Clack …… clack …. Clack.” Loud like thunder. This figure had no need for human machinery. He could care less. He was his own machine. An out-cast of society, an out-cast of Mother Nature. This figure had no role in society. He came about from an incident that had forever more changed two creatures DNA strands. Creatures that, at one time, had needed human machinery. That had cared.
One incident, just one could forever more change history. Could change hundreds of people’s lives. In the blink of an eye, someone was being brought into this life, someone was leaving it, and someone was on the brink of it. Magical? You could call it that. A lot of people looked upon it that way because it was too scary to think of it in any other fashion. Magic. Created by a being that lived in the sky. God. That took care of everything. That thought up everything. Responsible for all the good, never the bad. The bad was for the Devil. It was how humans had grouped everything. Good and Bad. The God and the Devil. End of story. It was the few that looked for the answers, that questioned and gobbled up any information that they could find. It was these people that ended up here ...."
