Post by ryan on Aug 30, 2009 11:00:07 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] Thirty, 1st January
height ,[/color] 5’’9
body type ,[/color] Lean
sexuality ,[/color] Heterosexual
relationship status ,[/color] Single
play - by ,[/color] Bryan Adams
group ,[/color] Tourist[/ul]
dislikes ,[/color] Singing, snow, rain, whiny people, cliché things, sitting still for too long, people with low self-esteem, non-scented candles, tea, rum, cats, losing money, wolves, ice cream, being reminded of the past, cold water, villains in shows, Batman, emo posers, scene kids
fears ,[/color] Snakes, finding someone else to love
habits ,[/color] Always has to be doing something with his hands, has a twitch in his left foot whenever he’s sitting down
flaws ,[/color] Can never say no to a woman/girl, clings to the past, Thinks people always wants to talk to him
personality ,[/color] Talkative
Musical
Fatherly
Clingy
Disorganized
Naïve
Always needs to be busy
Failed romantic
Old fashioned
Helpful
Patient
Persistent
Walks into things without thinking
Amused
Clueless
Superstitious[/ul]
Mary Hunt(pryce) ; 80 ; owns a café in Scotland
siblings ,[/color] Samuel ‘Sammy’ Hunt ; 26 ; amateur stand up comedian
other family ,[/color] Lisa White ; 30 ; secretary ; ex-wife
history ,[/color][li] Parents got married when he was five.
[/li][li] Started primary school. Tears ensued.
[/li][li] Started learning guitar at eight years old.
[/li][li] Met Lisa White at twelve years old.
[/li][li] Started high school. More tears ensued.
[/li][li] Started learning drums at fifteen.
[/li][li] became part of school band. Was delighted.
[/li][li] Asked Lisa White out on a date after being best friends since they met.
[/li][li] Broke up with Lisa. Stayed friends.
[/li][li] Started a band at 23 years old.
[/li][li] Left band after being in some gigs at 25 years old.
[/li][li] Got back together with Lisa at 25 years old.
[/li][li] Proposed to Lisa at 26 years old.
[/li][li] Sold his first CD at 28 years old.
[/li][li] Began travelling to sell his Cds.
[/li][li] Divorced Lisa at 30 years old.
[/li][li] Took a break from touring.
[/li][li] Arrived at Hilo.[/li][/ul]
age ,[/color] Fifteen
years of experience ,[/color] I can’t remember
gender ,[/color] Female
anything else ,[/color]
role playing sample ,[/color]
It was Tuesday. It was last period. It was the most boring life ever. Margarita sighed, leaning back on her chair, curly hair pinned up to the right side as usual. Her right arm draped over the table, fists clenched and she began to crack each finger as a bad habit of being bored. Honestly, third period was boring, and she needed a way out of it. Margarita wasn’t the type to enjoy the classes where she had to just sit down and listen to teachers, even if they were telling her useful information she needed for perhaps other classes. Dark eyes scanning the roof, noticing some chewing gum which she wrinkled her nose at and looked at another area. The others around her were either listening, not listening or even sleeping. Blinking, Margarita leaned forward and began to listen now, attempting to catch up on what the teacher was saying. Then they were told to pack up, and Margarita looked down at her notes. Hardly any, and the ones that were there were very short, mostly one worded. Well, she would just try and catch up next time.
Walking along the corridor, wearing a kind of tight fitting blue zipper, skinny jeans and blue flat shoes which she could easily run in if need be. Margarita doubted it though, it was the end of the day and hardly anyone actually asked her for a race. It sounded a bit weird and, dare she say it, cliché. She didn’t actually know of anyone that asked someone else to race unless they were good friends, not just some random stranger. Quickening her pace to dump her books in her dorm and just wander about the school, perhaps go out and find some friends, Rita bumped into someone. She didn’t really know if it was her fault or theirs, so she decided to make it sound like it was theirs. Sure, it was an immature thing to do and Rita knew that, but what harm could it do? This was just a school, and she was still a teenager. Teenagers were moody and emotional, and sometimes Margarita felt that she’d get more friends if she acted like one of them.
But it was just so annoying being immature.
“Hey, watch it.” she said slightly snappy, frowning. Spinning round to walk on, Rita wondered if that was even a good thing to do. Shrugging, the girl continued to her dorm and dumped her books on her bed before exiting again. What would she do? Stuffing her hands on her pockets, Rita glanced outside, noticing storm clouds rolling in. Perhaps she wouldn’t go outside for a bit then…Biting her lower lip, Rita walked through the halls, making sure not to bump into anyone else. She didn’t want conflict, considering she wasn’t the best when it came to fist fights. Some kids could be very moody here. Margarita finally decided to situate herself in the student’s lounge, maybe go onto the computer and end an email to one of her siblings. She counted them as siblings, not adopted siblings. That sounded silly and was just pointless.
Sitting down on one of the sofas, slouching slightly, Rita listened to the people around her. They were all chatting rather loudly, and the tv was blaring some nonsense at her about not smoking. Of course she shouldn’t smoke, it was bad for your body and made you smell bad. Hearing some people yelling, Rita glanced over the sofa and rolled her eyes.
“What a bunch of over grown kids…” she muttered, turning back round to change the channel on the tv. Rita then decided tv may be better company than people.
Damn right.[/color]
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