Post by sunshine on Jul 3, 2008 15:48:14 GMT -5
Name: Lavender Bolwin
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Waitress?
Species: Vampire
Appearance: Lavender is tall and slim, to put it bluntly. Black hair with a dark purple-ish wisp clouds her dark green eyes. The stripe is mainly the inspiration for her pink lips. Her lips, actually, are home to the most makeup on her face, as she wears very little. She dons several necklaces, tank-top or t-shirt, and jeans or shorts. Sunglasses are normally perched atop her head as well.
Personality: Though her emo appearance may fool you, Lavender is fun and flirtacious. You are guranteed a good time with Lav, wherever you are. She just enjoys parties, and can act a little drunk, but she never has taken a sip of beer or wine in her life. It has been told that Lavender has an attraction to grape juice.
However, this party girl can snap at any moment. She is extremely intelligent, and has an unknown ability to get out of any disastrous situation quietly, so one of her school friends nicknamed her the Hobbit. Lavender is also very brave, and would die for anyone she finds trustworthy. She is one of those true friends you don't really see much of anymore.
Codeword: ** accepted ** (i gotta keep the code secret) lol
RP sample:
Lavender stood, the necklaces bouncing on her chest. One caught the glimmer of the midsummer's afternoon sun, and it gave a little shine for all those who wished to care to look. Lavender cast her green eyes to the left, the right, ahead. Dust particles floated lazily in the sitting room. The chair she had sat in, the weathered red recliner, seemed homely and lonely without a body in it. Her eyes softened, but they were cast out the window and out the street.
Nothing was about. She thought that weird. Kids should be screaming down the street, to the park that was across the block and a house away from her. The ice cream truck would come zooming down the street, that dumb noise echoing and piercing the five o'clock news. The neighbors next door shouldn't be able to hear the weather report and she would have to go over there soon to recite to them that it was just another day of sunshine, low humidity, and a cool night ahead. Ah well. She didn't like the ice cream truck anyway.
Lavender carefully slithered around the chairs and the couch and the tv. The homely house, though respected in her eyes, was no longer going to be her home. She would go elsewhere. Grabbing her black jacket, her keys, and her suitcases by the door, she flung open the door and was bathed in sunlight. Lav walked across the medium-sized porch, down the five steps, and towards her old car. It was an Impala, but she could not remember the year. Lavender never found the dates of cars important. It's not like they were born, now were they?
She packed her suitcases in the trunk. Satisfied with the way they fit, she threw her jacket into the passenger seat. She went back inside. Lavender walked past the sitting room, into the kitchen. Her dark eyes cast around the room, then to a cage set on the floor near the entrance to the stairs. A puppy sat inside, uiet but obviously begging for the chance to get out of the cage. It was a miniature schnauzer, one of those cute ones, no? She got it out of the cage and held it in her arms. "It's okay, Matti!" She comforted the puppy as it wriggled around. She walked out again, and got out of the house, starting the car, and driving away with the puppy.
((It sucked, didn't it?
The puppy is - www.centralpets.com/critter_images/mammals/dogs/DOG_0000298_20030202070437.jpg
and Lav is - farm3.static.flickr.com/2236/2040157828_2c030a8d55.jpg))
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Age: 24
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Waitress?
Species: Vampire
Appearance: Lavender is tall and slim, to put it bluntly. Black hair with a dark purple-ish wisp clouds her dark green eyes. The stripe is mainly the inspiration for her pink lips. Her lips, actually, are home to the most makeup on her face, as she wears very little. She dons several necklaces, tank-top or t-shirt, and jeans or shorts. Sunglasses are normally perched atop her head as well.
Personality: Though her emo appearance may fool you, Lavender is fun and flirtacious. You are guranteed a good time with Lav, wherever you are. She just enjoys parties, and can act a little drunk, but she never has taken a sip of beer or wine in her life. It has been told that Lavender has an attraction to grape juice.
However, this party girl can snap at any moment. She is extremely intelligent, and has an unknown ability to get out of any disastrous situation quietly, so one of her school friends nicknamed her the Hobbit. Lavender is also very brave, and would die for anyone she finds trustworthy. She is one of those true friends you don't really see much of anymore.
Codeword: ** accepted ** (i gotta keep the code secret) lol
RP sample:
Lavender stood, the necklaces bouncing on her chest. One caught the glimmer of the midsummer's afternoon sun, and it gave a little shine for all those who wished to care to look. Lavender cast her green eyes to the left, the right, ahead. Dust particles floated lazily in the sitting room. The chair she had sat in, the weathered red recliner, seemed homely and lonely without a body in it. Her eyes softened, but they were cast out the window and out the street.
Nothing was about. She thought that weird. Kids should be screaming down the street, to the park that was across the block and a house away from her. The ice cream truck would come zooming down the street, that dumb noise echoing and piercing the five o'clock news. The neighbors next door shouldn't be able to hear the weather report and she would have to go over there soon to recite to them that it was just another day of sunshine, low humidity, and a cool night ahead. Ah well. She didn't like the ice cream truck anyway.
Lavender carefully slithered around the chairs and the couch and the tv. The homely house, though respected in her eyes, was no longer going to be her home. She would go elsewhere. Grabbing her black jacket, her keys, and her suitcases by the door, she flung open the door and was bathed in sunlight. Lav walked across the medium-sized porch, down the five steps, and towards her old car. It was an Impala, but she could not remember the year. Lavender never found the dates of cars important. It's not like they were born, now were they?
She packed her suitcases in the trunk. Satisfied with the way they fit, she threw her jacket into the passenger seat. She went back inside. Lavender walked past the sitting room, into the kitchen. Her dark eyes cast around the room, then to a cage set on the floor near the entrance to the stairs. A puppy sat inside, uiet but obviously begging for the chance to get out of the cage. It was a miniature schnauzer, one of those cute ones, no? She got it out of the cage and held it in her arms. "It's okay, Matti!" She comforted the puppy as it wriggled around. She walked out again, and got out of the house, starting the car, and driving away with the puppy.
((It sucked, didn't it?
The puppy is - www.centralpets.com/critter_images/mammals/dogs/DOG_0000298_20030202070437.jpg
and Lav is - farm3.static.flickr.com/2236/2040157828_2c030a8d55.jpg))
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