Post by Delilah The Undomable on Jul 12, 2007 20:50:26 GMT -5
Behind The Mask
Name: Bob
Age: 3. and A half.
Experience: Years and years. Trust me. Don’t make me count I’ll feel old.
In The Mirror
Name: Delilah Rose
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Sexual Orientation: confused and not trying to sort it out.
Physical Description:
[ I’m just another pretty face]
She has that real girl look. Her stomach is a bit pudgy, her thighs are thick. But she still manages to be beautiful. Lets start at the top. Her hair is dyed a bright red or maybe candy apple pink and many done up in pig tails with pieces falling and framing her face along with her thick side bangs. Her face is delicately sculpted and ending her face in a flat chin. Her eyes are a striking green that sometimes dip into blue-green. Her smile, which is not evenly given, is one filled with perfect straight and white teeth. Her delicate head sits on a thin neck and shoulders. There are connected to a narrow chest leading way to an ever narrow waist, connected by that pudgy tummy, and leaving of course to those slightly thick thighs and muscled calves and then small feet.
[So don’t come any closer]
She may be beautiful but back up. This is a girl that could have chosen to be in with the in crowd. But she chooses where she is. You better believe that she has some attitude. And it shines through in her style. He will take a ripped shirt and throw it on over mesh then a ratty old plaid skirt, and you better believe she works it like she was on the runway in Paris, France. As I said she has the real girl look. I forgot a word. She has the realscene punk goth unique look.
Physical Flaws: Her stomach is a bit pudgy, her thighs are thick, and her nose being the shape it is it sometimes appears that her nose hooks down a little when she smiles.
Celebrity: Emilie Autumn ♥♥
Deep Inside
Personality:
[So easy to read]
She is very straight forward. If Delilah doesn’t like something you’ve done, she’s not about to talk to your friend about it... Trust me you’ll know when you’ve done something that has displeased her. Lies confuse Delilah. Why would you tell someone she didn’t look fat when obviously she’s had one to many candy bars? Luckily her social level has been worked on. And before she answers the loaded question “Do I look fat?” she always answers “Do you want the one you want to hear or my thoughts as a friend?” But it’s not like she gets that question a lot, seeing as she doesn’t make friends easy because of her style and pizzazz… Oh and maybe the fact she is a violin porgy.
[&&the book is boring me]
As I mentioned before, Delilah has few friends. Not many can approach her because of the way she looks. Is she scary? I really don’t think so, but maybe she does look like she bites. She’s got that creepy “lets go burn something while listening to awesome music” look. Not like it’s creepy. And not many find they can approach her because of her taste in certain thing. She only like bitter chocolate, and she likes music by Regina Spektor and Uffie, she can’t stand Hollister unless it’s cut up, and she thinks that boys with good tans and muscles are disgusting. Therefore she is hard to approach, even with her wonderful (twisted) humor.
History: Raised in New York near Broadway, Delilah was always into the arts. In grade school she discovered her gruff alto voice. But even before that another discovery was made. At the age of four she picked up a violin. By the age of 8 she could play Vivladi’s Seasons, well she could play Summer, Spring and Winter; and was half way through Fall. Instantly she made a success in the classical word. Through all the lessons and the recitals she had no time to be herself. Her parents, who lived in the better end of things with a lot of money to spar, liked her better this way. She only obeyed and did nothing else.
By her first year of Junior High she was thinking of rebelling. By the time she was 14 she was rebelling against the parents that once loved her for her ability to live only to obey. With in that year she managed to throw all of her expensive clothes out, or rip them up; by new outfits; and leave a big red candy apple spot on the perfect ivory tub from dying her hair.
By 15 she was shipped over here. That same year she put her acoustic violin to rest, and picks it up only for symphony practice after school hours… When she feels like going. Then she hatched a plan. Unable to stay away from music she needed something new. Something amazing. An electric violin. Yes. That was her idea. They were new on the market at the time, and hell she wanted one bad. So in “be in your dorm time” she’d sneak out. Get odd underground jobs. Her favorite was modeling, and she still keeps the pictures. Sophomore year she had her electric violin. Still needing money and loving the work she was getting she stuck around the people she met while working. These lovely few got her some back up jobs in a few one time gigs with bands that no one has ever heard of. She’d come; learn the music, and play the gig, then leave. And now she was in her junior year… What will come next?
Likes:
♥ her violin
♥ her electric violin
♥ her hair
♥ scrawny emo boys
♥ music. Like Regina Spektor and Uffie
♥ halloween.
♥ being on stage
♥ cotten candy
♥ play grounds
♥ amazingly she likes little kids
♥ dying her hair
♥ odd jobs
♥ having a wireless keyboard for you computer
♥ the hearts sign on the computer
♥ make up.
♥ walking around.
Dislikes:
-jockey guys
-clothes that aren't ripped
-sitting doing nothing
-being normal
-being known as the kid who plays violin really really really well.
-listening to the rules
-guys with really really short hair.
Character flaws: She's hard to get to know becuase of her odd sense of things, and she very bold.
Other
Clique: artist
Clubs: Art Club
Other: edited by admin
Sample
Roleplaying sample:
Look down the mountains into this little town. Tell me what you see. Beyond the cozy look of the way the houses are built closely together. Look beyond the way that everyone seems cheerful and welcoming to each other. Look beyond the women as the gossiped about this little “party”, look past the way they all relied upon each other in that heart warming wonderful way.
Tell me what you see, and I shall tell you what she sees. Let me pull your ear with her sight before you barter mine with yours. M’lady sees all that is not to be seen. In short she sees a disgusting little town with dirty people she would not even brush her oldest raggedy gown against even if they were in the lest good looking.
M’lady… You ask of her? Dare I say you not know her? M’lady Lexianna Von Dregins of the Western Isle? Know her now, because a later questioning of her rank will have you bound in chains and a noose round your neck. Though I assure you, you do not have to know of me. For I am nothing. A simple Lady-in-waiting to my gracious Mistress, I am noting of importance. For a name of my own M’lady chose Renessia, though I would have liked something simpler along the lines of Emily or not as regal sounding. For I fear to be noticed.
Why am I here in this disgusting town? It’s filling with no one’s and barbaric animals. I would not even trod on the ground they touched two moons ago. No doubt all Renessia sees is the strapping lads who show off before our mounts and guards. I know what they jump at. They look for her. I know they all know of her beauty. She will learn, and I will teach. I grow old in my days. For me this will be a last. I am so old I forget why I am here. I always ask myself that question, why am I here? Then I simply remember. My passion. My art work. May I confide in you my darkest secret? I believe I must for you to understand my crazy mind. I am a collector of beauty. Live beauty. Beautiful, powerful, rich men. And the girl? Renessia? She is my girl-chick. The next in line for my job of work. She thinks she is a simply servant girl or something. At 15 years of age you think she’d notice the males that hovered around her like bees to a flower full of pollen. Oh well, she will come to know.
On mounts of the Arabian breeding, and grey in color they trotted slowly through the streets. They pushed forward in the line to the “castle’s” doors, as they heard what looked to be a smithy gossip to his wife. To the right rode an older looking woman. Her skin wrinkled with time, though she was still a diamond in any mans eye. To your minds eye I will paint you a picture. She had donned for this event a blue silk gown. The hem laced with a golden trim, the corset cover made to match with a golden trim of spring flowers dotting the fabric while woven buttons make the gown look as if it was pulled on as one thing. The layers of petticoats were nearing the number of five giving Lady Lexianna a sweeping manner. Her feet were covered by the silvery looking fabric that draped over her slim body. Her face was covered by a dark veil pinned into her graying hair that hung loose to the start of her back. On her nose rested a grey mask covering only around her eyes and covered in a strange arrangement of pearls and diamonds. To the left rode a girl around the years of 15 or 16. She was dressed in a black gown made much to the manner of the elder woman. The black dress made her pale flawless skin glow in the darkening light. Around her neck hung a silver chain with a locket, it claimed her as Lady Lexianna’s Lady-in-waiting. Her fiery red hair was woven into a bun with a few curls to frame her face which was covered in a mask of black feathers. Also to her head hung a black veil that draped down her back and nearly to the floor, dotted in small pearls. Now at the gates they each dismounted, the lady gave a nod to the younger as she gave instructions for the horses.
It pleases me to introduce Lady Lexianna Von Dregins of the Western Isle, proven man killer; and Lady Renessia Von Grions of the Eastern lands, man killer in training.
Arm and arm they walked the stairs together. They stepped gracefully almost floating over the stone floors. Not once did they look down to see where their feet were being placed. The only took their gowns in their free hand, left or right depending which side they stood on, and walked, floating, forwards. Once inside they paused for a moment, just long enough to hear their names announced –- give a small curtsy. Each of their lips form a perfectly trained smile to be held as long as the wearer desired. First they made their way around the room, greeting each of the "important" people as a pair. Then they gracefully separated from the chats they held publicly and broke apart to find groups of their own that interested them as a solo person. Lady Lexianna positioned herself with a Knighted man of power. He had a beauty in some way, under his unruly dark hair and scared face. But he was not her prize.
Renessia found herself among a group of young nobles. Talking of nothing really as they really sent each other signals with body movements about the other guest at the parties. Noble gossip was passed in this way many places Renessia had been, and she enjoyed watching.
Name: Bob
Age: 3. and A half.
Experience: Years and years. Trust me. Don’t make me count I’ll feel old.
In The Mirror
Name: Delilah Rose
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Sexual Orientation: confused and not trying to sort it out.
Physical Description:
[ I’m just another pretty face]
She has that real girl look. Her stomach is a bit pudgy, her thighs are thick. But she still manages to be beautiful. Lets start at the top. Her hair is dyed a bright red or maybe candy apple pink and many done up in pig tails with pieces falling and framing her face along with her thick side bangs. Her face is delicately sculpted and ending her face in a flat chin. Her eyes are a striking green that sometimes dip into blue-green. Her smile, which is not evenly given, is one filled with perfect straight and white teeth. Her delicate head sits on a thin neck and shoulders. There are connected to a narrow chest leading way to an ever narrow waist, connected by that pudgy tummy, and leaving of course to those slightly thick thighs and muscled calves and then small feet.
[So don’t come any closer]
She may be beautiful but back up. This is a girl that could have chosen to be in with the in crowd. But she chooses where she is. You better believe that she has some attitude. And it shines through in her style. He will take a ripped shirt and throw it on over mesh then a ratty old plaid skirt, and you better believe she works it like she was on the runway in Paris, France. As I said she has the real girl look. I forgot a word. She has the real
Physical Flaws: Her stomach is a bit pudgy, her thighs are thick, and her nose being the shape it is it sometimes appears that her nose hooks down a little when she smiles.
Celebrity: Emilie Autumn ♥♥
Deep Inside
Personality:
She is very straight forward. If Delilah doesn’t like something you’ve done, she’s not about to talk to your friend about it... Trust me you’ll know when you’ve done something that has displeased her. Lies confuse Delilah. Why would you tell someone she didn’t look fat when obviously she’s had one to many candy bars? Luckily her social level has been worked on. And before she answers the loaded question “Do I look fat?” she always answers “Do you want the one you want to hear or my thoughts as a friend?” But it’s not like she gets that question a lot, seeing as she doesn’t make friends easy because of her style and pizzazz… Oh and maybe the fact she is a violin porgy.
[&&the book is boring me]
As I mentioned before, Delilah has few friends. Not many can approach her because of the way she looks. Is she scary? I really don’t think so, but maybe she does look like she bites. She’s got that creepy “lets go burn something while listening to awesome music” look. Not like it’s creepy. And not many find they can approach her because of her taste in certain thing. She only like bitter chocolate, and she likes music by Regina Spektor and Uffie, she can’t stand Hollister unless it’s cut up, and she thinks that boys with good tans and muscles are disgusting. Therefore she is hard to approach, even with her wonderful (twisted) humor.
History: Raised in New York near Broadway, Delilah was always into the arts. In grade school she discovered her gruff alto voice. But even before that another discovery was made. At the age of four she picked up a violin. By the age of 8 she could play Vivladi’s Seasons, well she could play Summer, Spring and Winter; and was half way through Fall. Instantly she made a success in the classical word. Through all the lessons and the recitals she had no time to be herself. Her parents, who lived in the better end of things with a lot of money to spar, liked her better this way. She only obeyed and did nothing else.
By her first year of Junior High she was thinking of rebelling. By the time she was 14 she was rebelling against the parents that once loved her for her ability to live only to obey. With in that year she managed to throw all of her expensive clothes out, or rip them up; by new outfits; and leave a big red candy apple spot on the perfect ivory tub from dying her hair.
By 15 she was shipped over here. That same year she put her acoustic violin to rest, and picks it up only for symphony practice after school hours… When she feels like going. Then she hatched a plan. Unable to stay away from music she needed something new. Something amazing. An electric violin. Yes. That was her idea. They were new on the market at the time, and hell she wanted one bad. So in “be in your dorm time” she’d sneak out. Get odd underground jobs. Her favorite was modeling, and she still keeps the pictures. Sophomore year she had her electric violin. Still needing money and loving the work she was getting she stuck around the people she met while working. These lovely few got her some back up jobs in a few one time gigs with bands that no one has ever heard of. She’d come; learn the music, and play the gig, then leave. And now she was in her junior year… What will come next?
Likes:
♥ her violin
♥ her electric violin
♥ her hair
♥ scrawny emo boys
♥ music. Like Regina Spektor and Uffie
♥ halloween.
♥ being on stage
♥ cotten candy
♥ play grounds
♥ amazingly she likes little kids
♥ dying her hair
♥ odd jobs
♥ having a wireless keyboard for you computer
♥ the hearts sign on the computer
♥ make up.
♥ walking around.
Dislikes:
-jockey guys
-clothes that aren't ripped
-sitting doing nothing
-being normal
-being known as the kid who plays violin really really really well.
-listening to the rules
-guys with really really short hair.
Character flaws: She's hard to get to know becuase of her odd sense of things, and she very bold.
Other
Clique: artist
Clubs: Art Club
Other: edited by admin
Sample
Roleplaying sample:
Look down the mountains into this little town. Tell me what you see. Beyond the cozy look of the way the houses are built closely together. Look beyond the way that everyone seems cheerful and welcoming to each other. Look beyond the women as the gossiped about this little “party”, look past the way they all relied upon each other in that heart warming wonderful way.
Tell me what you see, and I shall tell you what she sees. Let me pull your ear with her sight before you barter mine with yours. M’lady sees all that is not to be seen. In short she sees a disgusting little town with dirty people she would not even brush her oldest raggedy gown against even if they were in the lest good looking.
M’lady… You ask of her? Dare I say you not know her? M’lady Lexianna Von Dregins of the Western Isle? Know her now, because a later questioning of her rank will have you bound in chains and a noose round your neck. Though I assure you, you do not have to know of me. For I am nothing. A simple Lady-in-waiting to my gracious Mistress, I am noting of importance. For a name of my own M’lady chose Renessia, though I would have liked something simpler along the lines of Emily or not as regal sounding. For I fear to be noticed.
Why am I here in this disgusting town? It’s filling with no one’s and barbaric animals. I would not even trod on the ground they touched two moons ago. No doubt all Renessia sees is the strapping lads who show off before our mounts and guards. I know what they jump at. They look for her. I know they all know of her beauty. She will learn, and I will teach. I grow old in my days. For me this will be a last. I am so old I forget why I am here. I always ask myself that question, why am I here? Then I simply remember. My passion. My art work. May I confide in you my darkest secret? I believe I must for you to understand my crazy mind. I am a collector of beauty. Live beauty. Beautiful, powerful, rich men. And the girl? Renessia? She is my girl-chick. The next in line for my job of work. She thinks she is a simply servant girl or something. At 15 years of age you think she’d notice the males that hovered around her like bees to a flower full of pollen. Oh well, she will come to know.
On mounts of the Arabian breeding, and grey in color they trotted slowly through the streets. They pushed forward in the line to the “castle’s” doors, as they heard what looked to be a smithy gossip to his wife. To the right rode an older looking woman. Her skin wrinkled with time, though she was still a diamond in any mans eye. To your minds eye I will paint you a picture. She had donned for this event a blue silk gown. The hem laced with a golden trim, the corset cover made to match with a golden trim of spring flowers dotting the fabric while woven buttons make the gown look as if it was pulled on as one thing. The layers of petticoats were nearing the number of five giving Lady Lexianna a sweeping manner. Her feet were covered by the silvery looking fabric that draped over her slim body. Her face was covered by a dark veil pinned into her graying hair that hung loose to the start of her back. On her nose rested a grey mask covering only around her eyes and covered in a strange arrangement of pearls and diamonds. To the left rode a girl around the years of 15 or 16. She was dressed in a black gown made much to the manner of the elder woman. The black dress made her pale flawless skin glow in the darkening light. Around her neck hung a silver chain with a locket, it claimed her as Lady Lexianna’s Lady-in-waiting. Her fiery red hair was woven into a bun with a few curls to frame her face which was covered in a mask of black feathers. Also to her head hung a black veil that draped down her back and nearly to the floor, dotted in small pearls. Now at the gates they each dismounted, the lady gave a nod to the younger as she gave instructions for the horses.
It pleases me to introduce Lady Lexianna Von Dregins of the Western Isle, proven man killer; and Lady Renessia Von Grions of the Eastern lands, man killer in training.
Arm and arm they walked the stairs together. They stepped gracefully almost floating over the stone floors. Not once did they look down to see where their feet were being placed. The only took their gowns in their free hand, left or right depending which side they stood on, and walked, floating, forwards. Once inside they paused for a moment, just long enough to hear their names announced –- give a small curtsy. Each of their lips form a perfectly trained smile to be held as long as the wearer desired. First they made their way around the room, greeting each of the "important" people as a pair. Then they gracefully separated from the chats they held publicly and broke apart to find groups of their own that interested them as a solo person. Lady Lexianna positioned herself with a Knighted man of power. He had a beauty in some way, under his unruly dark hair and scared face. But he was not her prize.
Renessia found herself among a group of young nobles. Talking of nothing really as they really sent each other signals with body movements about the other guest at the parties. Noble gossip was passed in this way many places Renessia had been, and she enjoyed watching.