Post by noah martin reznor on Sept 7, 2009 14:58:20 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] 22, October 4
height ,[/color] 6'1
body type ,[/color] Athletic
sexuality ,[/color] Straight
relationship status ,[/color] Single
play - by ,[/color] Martin Johnson
group ,[/color] ( high school student, university student, local, or tourist? )[/ul]
[/li][li]women
[/li][li]singing
[/li][li]his bass guitar, electric guitar, and acoustic guitar
[/li][li]working on cars
[/li][li]cigarettes
[/li][li]alcohol
[/li][li]having a good ego stroking
[/li][li]making the good girls blush
[/li][li]his motorcycle
[/li][li]his car
[/li][li]fucking with people's head
[/li][li]sluts
[/li][li]skating
[/li][li]himself
dislikes ,[/color] [/li][li]teases that don't finish
[/li][li]people who are too prudish
[/li][li]his ego getting deflated
[/li][li]cheap alcohol
[/li][li]cigarettes that aren't full flavor
[/li][li]idiots
[/li][li]complete ditzes
[/li][li]sheltered people
[/li][li]people fighting back with him
[/li][li]being called out
[/li][li]being insulted
[/li][li]people who can't drive (road rage, ftl D<)
[/li][li]being told what to do
[/li][li]authoritative figures
[/li][li]people not being adventurous
fears ,[/color] [/li][li]heights (even if he wont ever admit it)
[/li][li]snakes
[/li][li]doctors
[/li][li]manly chicks
[/li][li]being under interrogation lights
[/li][li]dramatic change in a short period of time
habits ,[/color] [/li][li]chain smokes
[/li][li]constantly drinks
[/li][li]has to be doing something with his hands
[/li][li]has a hard time sitting still
[/li][li]grinds his teeth
[/li][li]working on his car and motorcycle
[/li][li]impulsive
flaws ,[/color] [/li][li]can be a real prick
[/li][li]deep down inside, he's a big teddy bear
[/li][li]he has scars all over his body from fights and working on cars or just doing something stupid
[/li][li]very impulsive
[/li][li]very into himself
[/li][li]lets his anger get the best of him sometimes
personality ,[/color] ( at least 250 words. or a list of fifteen words. )[/li][/ul]
father; connor reznor
siblings ,[/color] sister; emelia reznor (17)
other family ,[/color] none that are important
history ,[/color] ( at least 300 words. or a good list of at least fifteen events that have happened over the course of their life. )[/ul]
age ,[/color] 17
years of experience ,[/color] 6+ years
gender ,[/color] female
anything else ,[/color] gisela referred me? XD
role playing sample ,[/color] YEY FREE SAMPLES!
Harpie scratched her head at her bangs as she leaned over a bowl of cereal. She sat crossed legged on the couch with Fairly Odd Parents playing on the television. She felt a bit like a bothersome, even if Malakye ensured her she wasn't. She didn't like to impede, though he was the one that told her she would be staying with him. She had stayed with him numerous occasions, but it was just for the night or for the weekend. It wasn't every anything permanent, if one would even call this arrangement permanent. But he had insisted the night she went to the hospital after her father had beat her. She hadn't wanted them to find out like that, but she had went to Jaime anyway. She couldn't stay home after that, at least not that night. She and her father had gotten into it, he hit her, and as a result she hit him back. Never had she done something like that before, but it was her impulse to just punch him in the face. It didn't help she already wasn't in the best of moods. And as a result of her punching him, he knocked her on her ass and snatched her up just as quick and laid into her with the worst beating she had ever received, even worse from Cain. She was still hurting from it, but she took her neck brace off as soon as she got to Malakye's.Whiplash be damned, she didn't want to feel restricted like that. She eventually took the brace off her hand, having dealt with a sprained wrist many times before then. She took off any other bandages, especially to Malakye's unknowing, and tried going on like it didn't happen. No matter how bad she hurt, she had gotten used to ignoring the aftershocks of her beatings. Bruises were nothing make up couldn't cover and the cuts didn't bother her at all. She was just oh-so careful about how she moved, and she told her boss and dance sponsors about what had happened. As if they didn't know already. Word travels fast in Sin City, especially between the two schools.
The seventeen year old sighed and looked up slowly from her cereal to watch the television for a moment, almost absently. She licked her lips and returned her attention to the bowl of Fruit Loops. She ate her cereal dry and chased it down with a nice gulp of iced milk. Kind of backwards, she realized that a long time ago, but that was how she always ate her cereal. She knew she was an odd person, and she really didn't care one way or the other. Though she was ready to get up and start getting ready so she could go do something. She didn't too much enjoy being left by herself. Though she supposed she lived in the apartment now, she didn't want to just stay there without Malakye, and he had to be at work soon. If he wasn't already. She wasn't exactly sure yet. She was sure the not wanting to stay at the apartment without him would fade away once she got settled in and she was already determined to help pay rent. If she was living there she would absolutely insist she pay some amount to help out. And she had respect for his place; she wasn't going to leave it dirty and she wasn't going to leave his mess for him to clean up. She kind of already felt like a little housewife, but she brushed it off as being apart of living with someone, especially her boyfriend. She didn't really mind it. It was the least she could do, after all. He took care of her, she took care of him, it was a mutual benefit, their relationship, more so now than almost two years ago since they had finally gotten more serious. She was happy about that, though, and very content. Not that she wasn't before, but now she just felt...like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Harpie Connolly was the kind of girl that needed to feel loved, and though she felt that way prior this relationship, it felt more real to her now. She liked him more than she would admit to herself, she knew that much.
Harpie unfolded herself slowly from the couch and padded into the kitchen once she finished her cereal, carrying her bowl and glass with her. She washed them quickly, though thoroughly, and put them out to dry since she thought it pointless to use the dishwasher for two items. She stretched, careful about how she moved her body, before relaxing her muscles and padding into the room she and Malakye shared. She quirked a brow when she didn't see her boyfriend before shrugging and immediately regretting the action when pain shot through her neck. She stiffened, finally relaxing some when the pain subsided, and moved to the dresser where she kept some of her clothes. She pulled out a change of underwear and stripped down out of her night clothes and put the underwear on. She then padded to the closet and searched for a moment before deciding on a little dress to wear. She padded back to the dresser and pulled out a strapless bra, and put it on before slipping the dress over her head. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the banded bottom so her ass wasn't hanging out and examined herself in the mirror. She smiled in satisfaction before disappearing into the bathroom to straighten her long hair and put her make up on so she would be ready to go; and she padded out of the bathroom about forty minutes later and picked up her discarded clothes to add to the pile she and Malakye had started racking up to drop them off. She grabbed her gladiator shoes and sat on the bed to strap them to her tiny feet before standing again and readjusting the band bottom of her dress. She grabbed her white over-the-shoulder bag and walked around the room to make sure she had everything she'd need before disappearing into the bathroom to check that room. She pulled the bag across her shoulders as she left their room, grabbing her cell phone and car keys and sunglasses off the inn table and left the apartment. She made sure she had a key before closing the door so she wouldn't be locked out, and jogged down to her ten year old red Kia Sephia to head out into town and get into something.
She drove around town for a little while before she decided she was tired of having to shift so much in the traffic and started thinking of places she could go to sit for a while. She figured she could go to the Lube and sit around and talk to Kye when he wasn't busy, but she didn't want to bother him at work unless she really had to and she didn't want to land him in trouble with his boss, so that option was a dud. She was kind of feeling coffee, so she turned at the intersection to head to the nearest Starbucks to drink coffee and eat pastries while she did...something. She wasn't entirely sure what she would do yet. Probably call someone to come sit with her for a while and then hang out afterwards so she wouldn't be bored all day long. She didn't have to work this weekend, either, and she kind of wished she did so she'd have something to do. She figured she could do her make up work, but that didn't sound all that appealing. Besides, she'd have an extra day to do it since school was out Monday. She carefully pulled into Starbucks, pulling her e-brake up when she was parked. She pulled her bag back across her shoulders, keeping her keys and cellphone out since her Vera Bradley wallet was hooked to her keys. She moved inside the store, taking her glasses off and setting them atop of her head as she did so and stood in line, waiting patiently for it to be her turn. "Hi, I would like a Snickers frappuccino. Grande," she told the barista, then looked at the pastries. "And a chocolate chip scone," she added with a smile, pulling out some money to pay the barista and putting her change back in her wallet, dropping her keys in her purse. She moved off to the side to wait for her order, leaning back against the wall with her arms crossed under her large bosom as she waited. She pushed off the wall when her order was called, taking it and walking to the outside sitting area, taking a spot closest the side walk and opening the umbrella to be out of the sun.
Harpie looked around with a bored expression, the straw of her drink in her mouth as she sucked her ice coffee through it, waiting for her scone to cool down enough to take a bite of it. Her purse was at her feet and her phone laying silently on the table. She sighed and set her coffee down, leaning back into her seat to let herself get lost in her thoughts for the moment, humming rather absently to herself a song that came on the radio just before she shut her car off to go inside.[/ul][/size][/color][/font]