Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 1, 2006 22:18:29 GMT -5
About You//
Name: Kris
Age: 16
Gender: Female
How many hours do you spend online daily? Usually a couple hours varying from early to late evening
My Character//
Name: Roanna Esmeralda Davies
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasian Canadian
Look-a-Like: None
Personality: Having been raised by a single parent, Roanna grew up with a strong sense of independence. Her father’s laidback upbringing allowed her to take full advantage of her freedom, living and loving every minute of it. Hardly ever will you find this girl down in the dumps about anything. And if she’s finds a friend in a down and out position, then she will literally sit them down and talk his or her head off until they are forced to spread a smile.
Roe prefers to stand on the opposite side of that delicate line she’s calls cliché. For her there isn’t anything better than to reveal to those who expect… the unexpected. Life isn’t all about isn’t all about modeling, acting, or wearing a size negative ten billion. It’s also not about making a difference in the world, solving everybody’s problems, or putting people down. Nah, her profound thoughts are that life is what you make it.
Appearance: On her head, Roanna has a mixture of red and black dyed hair reaching a few inches below her shoulders. what’s her natural color? It’s hard to say if even her dad remembers anymore, and the matter is not worth asking her about. Lively brown eyes are set beneath high arched brows on her pale face. Her ears are punctured with large gaping holes where special earrings are fit into place. When the mood is right, she’ll even occasionally get a nose piercing done as well.
At full height the eighteen year old stands only at 5’2” but she has no reason to be ashamed of that. So often, flat shoes will be worn on her feet. Her clothing ranges between anything that fits her mood, sometimes the looks work well, and others she might look like a complete disaster. As a signature notion, Roe always makes a point to paint her nails a bright, fire engine red. On her lower back, Roanna bares an intricate tattoo of a side facing eagle with an arrow running through the first visible wing, royal red blood surrounding the area of impact. Above which it reads, Broken Wing.
Flaws: Roe’s outgoing intensity also often proves to be one of her faults because it makes her pushy… to pushy. She might push a friend into doing something they did not originally want to do just by nagging and nagging. This trait also pushes her into the category of annoying, if her energy level goes up, her sanity level goes down.
Roanna can also be utterly irresponsible, no in a ‘placing the blame on others nature’, just in conveniently forgetting something that might’ve have been pressing and important. Also related is her messy living habits. Having only lived in her apartment a few months, it seems the place has already become a pig’s pen, also with boxes still left laying around unpacked.
Background: After Roanna’s mother passed away from a bad car accident when she was a baby, Roe’s father was left to carry for his daughter from then on. Finances weren’t ever so difficult for him though since he’d always owned a successful café lounge entitled, Davies’ Place. At time though, the man felt guilt that he didn’t spend all the time with his daughter that he probably should have since he was always busy running the place. The thing about Roe though was that she was absolutely fine.
As she got older, she began to help out at the café, and as result had a dependable source of income. Reluctantly but agreeably, her father let her move out into her own apartment recently seeing as she’d turned eighteen. It was no rooftop suite, but she’d moved into a nice building that had seventh floor apartment available with a panoramic view. Between her new apartment, work at daddy’s café, and a dynamite amount of free time, at least in her own mind, this girl has got it good.
Sample of Role Playing: It was about one in the morning, the shape of a female could barely be made out sitting on one of the sofas in her fathers café lounge. A tall, thin man that went by the name of Nate entered the dark building and proceeded to turn on the lights, an old familiar stench was floating through the air. Nate had been working for Kenny Davies’ bar for the past ten years, and his grey-eyed gaze immediately searched the unbidden presence in the room. Ah the she was, Kenny’s eighteen year old daughter, Roe.
The redhead was sitting on the edge of a couch, leaning forward so that her elbows rested on her knees. She wore a thin red tank top with a white carousel horse pictured on the front. A black jean mini skirt hugged tightly around her hips and black and white striped stocking reached her knees. Her shoes didn’t appear to be anywhere present around her. Out of Roe’s mouth hung a cigarette which she lit with the match she held in front of it. The girl had attractive features but Nate had learned better than to let his eyes wander over his boss’s daughter over the years.
He approached her at a casual pace until he was leaning on the stair railing across from the couch Roanna was seated on. “What the hell are you doing Roanna? Your on Pot?” Nate inquired. Roe chuckled as she leaned back into the couch, smoke exiting her mouth after she puffed the light. “Yeah Nate, I am. I got jealous you know, all of the people who live the high life have these addictions, I figured I could use one too,” she responded with a sly smile.
“Really,” he responded, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow. “That’s not like you, preaching all that individualist and nonconformist shit all the time.”
“Alright, you caught me,” Roe raised her hands in surrender, the cigarette clasped between two finger. “So it’s my first smoke of the stuff. Can’t say it my thing though,” Roe stated with another laugh, stretching her arm with the cigarette in it in Nate’s direction. Leaning forward, he grabbed it from her hand and stuffed it between his own lips. “Well that’s good,” he began, inhaling his own whiff of the smoke and then exhaling through his mouth as he continued, “Because, you know, you really ought not be doing this kind of stuff.”
“Lesson well learned,” Roe nodded as she got up from her seat. “I think we’ve both gained some important insight for the evening, don’t you?” Not waiting for answer, she pranced across the café floor towards the entrance and exited to head home on the sidewalk… still only with those black and white stockings on her feet.
