Post by imaginary on Dec 22, 2009 18:06:58 GMT -5
NAME: My name is Blair Mendell
GENDER: female
AGE: 17
APPEARANCE:
SIDE: It doesn't matter to me. So what if I'm a Hider or a Seeker? If I have to hide, then so be it. If I must seek... well, then its like a game, isn't it?
PERSONALITY: I am simply Blair. I keep to myself and I can take care of myself, as well. I don't need someone else tagging along with me wherever I go. I suppose I am confident, too confident in some cases. Various individuals describe me as being an 'adrenaline junkie mixed with a psycho lunatic with no sense of self preservation' But I trust myself in the fact that I can get myself through life with as little problems as possible. But don't think that I don't like people- because I do. Friends are treasures in this horrid world. Better than having to face this nightmare alone, right? I do not have many I could call friends, however: my sarcasm and cold personality drive many away. Oh, and the fact that i have no limits when it comes to getting that icy adrenaline-pumping thrill. But honestly- just get to know me. I can be loyal and kind when I want to be. It just doesn't happen a lot.
HISTORY: Like a lot of people in this town, my parents and brother vanished. I do not know where they went. I do not know if they are eve still alive. All I know is that I have been alone since I was 10. And I have been doing just fine, thank you very much.
SECRETS: I have no secrets. There is no point to them.
RP SAMPLE:
GENDER: female
AGE: 17
APPEARANCE:
SIDE: It doesn't matter to me. So what if I'm a Hider or a Seeker? If I have to hide, then so be it. If I must seek... well, then its like a game, isn't it?
PERSONALITY: I am simply Blair. I keep to myself and I can take care of myself, as well. I don't need someone else tagging along with me wherever I go. I suppose I am confident, too confident in some cases. Various individuals describe me as being an 'adrenaline junkie mixed with a psycho lunatic with no sense of self preservation' But I trust myself in the fact that I can get myself through life with as little problems as possible. But don't think that I don't like people- because I do. Friends are treasures in this horrid world. Better than having to face this nightmare alone, right? I do not have many I could call friends, however: my sarcasm and cold personality drive many away. Oh, and the fact that i have no limits when it comes to getting that icy adrenaline-pumping thrill. But honestly- just get to know me. I can be loyal and kind when I want to be. It just doesn't happen a lot.
HISTORY: Like a lot of people in this town, my parents and brother vanished. I do not know where they went. I do not know if they are eve still alive. All I know is that I have been alone since I was 10. And I have been doing just fine, thank you very much.
SECRETS: I have no secrets. There is no point to them.
RP SAMPLE:
I walked silently through the streets. In broad daylight, in the open air, for all to see. Yes, this was definetly what they used to call 'living on the edge', I thought dryly. Back in the pre-epidemic days, living on the edge meant being in the middle of some wild jungle with millions of animals and bugs just waiting to kill you. But nowadays, it could mean a hundred innocent enough things. Like walking confidently down the middle of the street with a 'come-what-may-i'm-not-scared' smile on your challenging face. It was exceptionally dangerous. I loved it.
People always told me I would get myself killed one of these days. Apparently my sense of self preservation was faulty, for I did many life-threatening activities such as walking down a street daily. But i only smiled and walked away, already planning my next thrill ride. It's not like I have anything better to do. Sure, I could worry about my next meal or who was stalking me, but I figured that it would all be fine in the end. Whatever the end might be.
I stepped back onto the somewhat saftey of the sidewalk, taking care not to step on the cracks that ran like a spider's web across it''s surface. "I feel so safe," I said loudly, for anyone who was spying on me to hear, "I haven't stepped on any cracks. Today must be my lucky day. Oh no!" I gasped theatrically, stepping onto a large rift like a ballerina of olden days striking a pose, "It seems my luck has ran out. Pity."
I flashed my ice blue eyes towards the shadows, wondering if my stalker was preparing to pounce. I knew someone was there. I had kept spotting a shadowy figure dart into the alleys as I had paraded down the street. "Are you still enjoying the show? Or did you decide I was crazy and go home?" I called into the nearby shadows. No answer. What a big surprise.
I shrugged, turning and continuing on my way carelessly, calling over my shoulder to the shadowy stalker "Well, if your still there, don't fall behind. I'm not waiting for you."
