Post by emmaline on Dec 16, 2009 4:45:19 GMT -5
NAME: Zoe Louise.
AGE / GENDER: 17 / Female.
RP EXPERIENCE: On and off for around three years.
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SAMPLE POST:
Where on earth am I going?
Forty-seventh Street and Tenth Avenue – that’s what the lady on the phone told her. The building has a big sign with a cross on it, she said kindly. We’ll be looking out for you.
She hung up the pay phone and hoisted her book bag. She was seventeen years old, it was ten-thirty on a windy November night, and she was somewhere in Hell’s Kitchen. She’d been marching uptown since Washington Square Park, not knowing where she was going, her hands swollen and tingly from swinging furiously at her sides, her book bag denting her hip with each step.
Yo, where you goin’, miss? I could walk with you?
No, papi. She was walking alone tonight. She was going to a shelter, which was on Forty-seventh and Tenth, and she wasn’t stopping for anybody – not the hustlers hawking nickel bags, not the Italian homeboys in their tricked-out IROC catcalling her. Not even a break in stride for the two boys passing her, shoving each other and laughing, then yelling, Hey, miss, you dropped something!
Hey, miss!
Pssssst. Over here, girl.
She was on a bad block, a gauntlet of drunks, hookers, and bums, leading nowhere. She’d been walking quickly, but now she started really hoofing it, still trying not to out and out run, red-eyed men hissing at her from every shadow. She was almost at the address the lady had given her, but she didn’t see the building with the cross. Don’t panic, she thought, panicking, faint tears blurring her sight. Maybe it’s across the street.
Across the street was a rotting industrial plant. Catty-corner was a diner and a church. But right here was a building covered in scaffolding, and a man approaching her from a driveway, asking, Are you looking for someplace?
No, she said quickly, moving away. I’m fine.
You sure? Because this is a shelter here.
She stopped, took in the man’s blue windbreaker and badge. His face was impassive, but his hand was outstretched.
You need to come on in here tonight?
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CHARACTER'S NAME: Emmaline Carol Davis.
NICKNAME: Em, or Mal.
AGE / GENDER: 17 / Female.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight.
BASIC APPEARANCE: Petite; 5'2'' and 119lbs, pale skin, grey eyes, and long, straight, black hair.
FASHION STYLE: [EXAMPLE]
PERSONALITY:
Emmaline Davis is a tough young girl from the wrong side of the tracks and she is not always easy to like. She is loud, obnoxious, and outspoken. She will voice her opinion, whether it has been asked for or not. She will throw her two-cents worth into any conversation or discussion, no matter who it involves, and even if it does not involve herself. She is used to a social and rebellious lifestyle, with a good (and usually illegal) party, and a few (definitely illegal) drinks. She's a bad influence, and the girl your mother warned you about.
But she also has a softer side, and if she gives friendship and loyalty, she gives them for good, and will form an enduring bond. She will gladly lend an ear for hours on end if someone has a problem, or just wants to talk. She will offer advice, and help in any way she can. Although she's not a huge fan of drama, and tries to avoid it, she will always be right there for anyone who needs help, or just a shoulder to cry on. She's protective of those she's close to, and is not afraid to kick someone's ass if they hurt her loved ones. She will welcome anyone into her life with welcome arms, but will keep her guard up until she is completely sure of them.
Very few people know Emmaline, even if they think they do. Contrary to the popular belief, she is actually extremely smart, and crouched behind her bunker of intelligence, overachievement and risk-taking is a furious, wounded child who goes after dragons everyone else fears. She is terrified of abandonment, imagined or not, and always does the rejecting first. She has never been in love, or had a serious relationship at any stage, and has a complete disreguard for any possible role model in her life. People tend to judge her too quickly, or just by her appearnce, and instantly write her off, which angers her further, and pushes her further from society's acceptable grasp.
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HISTORY:
Emmaline's parents died in a car accident when she was six months old, and she was raised by her father's sister and her husband, both whom are wealthy school teachers. They were unable to have children of their own, and were more than happy to raise orphaned Emmaline as their own. Emmaline enjoyed benefits few other children her age had, and was spoilt beyond belief. She had her entire childhood handed to her on a silver platter, every whim and desire catered to.
Emmaline excelled through her younger years, right through primary school, achieving the highest grades, and becoming a popular child with many friends. She was every teacher's dream, and could seem to do no wrong by anyone. She grew into an extremely attractive teenager, though she was completely oblivious to it. She attended a local high school, and excelled in the few years she attended -despite her aunt and uncle's encouragement for her to attend a fancy, private school.
At the age of fifteen, Emmaline was attacked by a local group of boys. She pressed charges, but they didn't hold up, and were dropped - justice was never served. Emmaline was devestated, hurt, and more than anything, angry. She rebelled from everyone and everything. She began partying non-stop with a much older crowd, drinking, taking drugs, and sleeping around. More often than not, she'd wake up with no clue where she was, or be escorted home by the police.
After two years of this crazy lifestyle, Emmaline realised she was out of control, and needed to do something. She accepted she couldn't stay where she was - there were too many memories of what had happened, and what could have happened. Looking over her options, and discussing every possible outlet with her aunt and uncle, Emmaline booked a one-way ticket to Emerald Heights, in the UK.
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LIKES: Reading, writing, listening to music, the internet, texting, cooking, decent conversations, and having a good time.
DISLIKES: Being told what to do, rude and ignorant people, hot weather, dresses, and people making assumptions about her.
EXTRA: Emmaline is a diabetic, and has insulin injections three times a day - morning, lunch time, and at night.
AGE / GENDER: 17 / Female.
RP EXPERIENCE: On and off for around three years.
__________________________________________________________
SAMPLE POST:
Where on earth am I going?
Forty-seventh Street and Tenth Avenue – that’s what the lady on the phone told her. The building has a big sign with a cross on it, she said kindly. We’ll be looking out for you.
She hung up the pay phone and hoisted her book bag. She was seventeen years old, it was ten-thirty on a windy November night, and she was somewhere in Hell’s Kitchen. She’d been marching uptown since Washington Square Park, not knowing where she was going, her hands swollen and tingly from swinging furiously at her sides, her book bag denting her hip with each step.
Yo, where you goin’, miss? I could walk with you?
No, papi. She was walking alone tonight. She was going to a shelter, which was on Forty-seventh and Tenth, and she wasn’t stopping for anybody – not the hustlers hawking nickel bags, not the Italian homeboys in their tricked-out IROC catcalling her. Not even a break in stride for the two boys passing her, shoving each other and laughing, then yelling, Hey, miss, you dropped something!
Hey, miss!
Pssssst. Over here, girl.
She was on a bad block, a gauntlet of drunks, hookers, and bums, leading nowhere. She’d been walking quickly, but now she started really hoofing it, still trying not to out and out run, red-eyed men hissing at her from every shadow. She was almost at the address the lady had given her, but she didn’t see the building with the cross. Don’t panic, she thought, panicking, faint tears blurring her sight. Maybe it’s across the street.
Across the street was a rotting industrial plant. Catty-corner was a diner and a church. But right here was a building covered in scaffolding, and a man approaching her from a driveway, asking, Are you looking for someplace?
No, she said quickly, moving away. I’m fine.
You sure? Because this is a shelter here.
She stopped, took in the man’s blue windbreaker and badge. His face was impassive, but his hand was outstretched.
You need to come on in here tonight?
__________________________________________________________
CHARACTER'S NAME: Emmaline Carol Davis.
NICKNAME: Em, or Mal.
AGE / GENDER: 17 / Female.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight.
BASIC APPEARANCE: Petite; 5'2'' and 119lbs, pale skin, grey eyes, and long, straight, black hair.
FASHION STYLE: [EXAMPLE]
PERSONALITY:
Emmaline Davis is a tough young girl from the wrong side of the tracks and she is not always easy to like. She is loud, obnoxious, and outspoken. She will voice her opinion, whether it has been asked for or not. She will throw her two-cents worth into any conversation or discussion, no matter who it involves, and even if it does not involve herself. She is used to a social and rebellious lifestyle, with a good (and usually illegal) party, and a few (definitely illegal) drinks. She's a bad influence, and the girl your mother warned you about.
But she also has a softer side, and if she gives friendship and loyalty, she gives them for good, and will form an enduring bond. She will gladly lend an ear for hours on end if someone has a problem, or just wants to talk. She will offer advice, and help in any way she can. Although she's not a huge fan of drama, and tries to avoid it, she will always be right there for anyone who needs help, or just a shoulder to cry on. She's protective of those she's close to, and is not afraid to kick someone's ass if they hurt her loved ones. She will welcome anyone into her life with welcome arms, but will keep her guard up until she is completely sure of them.
Very few people know Emmaline, even if they think they do. Contrary to the popular belief, she is actually extremely smart, and crouched behind her bunker of intelligence, overachievement and risk-taking is a furious, wounded child who goes after dragons everyone else fears. She is terrified of abandonment, imagined or not, and always does the rejecting first. She has never been in love, or had a serious relationship at any stage, and has a complete disreguard for any possible role model in her life. People tend to judge her too quickly, or just by her appearnce, and instantly write her off, which angers her further, and pushes her further from society's acceptable grasp.
__________________________________________________________
HISTORY:
Emmaline's parents died in a car accident when she was six months old, and she was raised by her father's sister and her husband, both whom are wealthy school teachers. They were unable to have children of their own, and were more than happy to raise orphaned Emmaline as their own. Emmaline enjoyed benefits few other children her age had, and was spoilt beyond belief. She had her entire childhood handed to her on a silver platter, every whim and desire catered to.
Emmaline excelled through her younger years, right through primary school, achieving the highest grades, and becoming a popular child with many friends. She was every teacher's dream, and could seem to do no wrong by anyone. She grew into an extremely attractive teenager, though she was completely oblivious to it. She attended a local high school, and excelled in the few years she attended -despite her aunt and uncle's encouragement for her to attend a fancy, private school.
At the age of fifteen, Emmaline was attacked by a local group of boys. She pressed charges, but they didn't hold up, and were dropped - justice was never served. Emmaline was devestated, hurt, and more than anything, angry. She rebelled from everyone and everything. She began partying non-stop with a much older crowd, drinking, taking drugs, and sleeping around. More often than not, she'd wake up with no clue where she was, or be escorted home by the police.
After two years of this crazy lifestyle, Emmaline realised she was out of control, and needed to do something. She accepted she couldn't stay where she was - there were too many memories of what had happened, and what could have happened. Looking over her options, and discussing every possible outlet with her aunt and uncle, Emmaline booked a one-way ticket to Emerald Heights, in the UK.
__________________________________________________________
LIKES: Reading, writing, listening to music, the internet, texting, cooking, decent conversations, and having a good time.
DISLIKES: Being told what to do, rude and ignorant people, hot weather, dresses, and people making assumptions about her.
EXTRA: Emmaline is a diabetic, and has insulin injections three times a day - morning, lunch time, and at night.
