Post by scarlett london on Jan 26, 2009 11:47:03 GMT -5
Name: Scarlett London
Age: 19
Birthday: February 17 1989
Year: Freshman
Dorm or Off-Campus?: Dorm - Apache Hall
Major: Art
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Hometown: NYC
Any Disorders/illnesses?: No
Personality: Scarlett is a very untrusting girl when it comes to guys. She has been hurt several times, and really dislikes the male gender. She often toys with them, leading them on and then simply leaving them in the dust. She feels like it’s her “duty” to womankind to get back at men for “everything they’ve done”. She is funny, very sarcastic, bold, and loves the spot light. She makes fun of people a lot, and doesn’t care that it might hurt them, and pretends to not really care what people think. She’s very proud on the outside, but it’s a mask to hide her insecurity. Half the time she believes it herself. She loves playing with peoples’ minds; in her eyes, it her form of “art”. She thinks popularity is stupid, and tries everything she can not to label herself either. She dislikes the cheerleader type, Scarlett is very hardcore. At least, she would like to think of herself as being hardcore. She is soft on the inside, but covers it up by pretending. Scarlett is very flirty around guys, always thinking about her “little game”. She isn’t really the sporty type, but loves music and art, and tries to use her creativity and inspiration through whatever she does. She is fun loving and crazy, to show that she’s not afraid of anything.
Appearance: Scarlett has long black hair that goes well past her shoulders. It is cut very choppy, with bangs that swoop across her face. She usually wears her hair down. Her eyes are a gorgeous blue/grey, and people often comment on them, because of the contrast it makes between her hair. She wears lots of eyeliner to bring them out. She loves style, and wears tons of accessories everywhere she goes. Her face shape is very round, and she wears very pale lipstick. She is extremely thin and small, a lot of people think that she suffers from an eating disorder, but in reality, she eats way more than most girls, and simply doesn’t gain any weight. She used to be made fun of for her shortness, but it became endearing that she was so small. Her big hairstyle makes her look even smaller.
Celebrity Claim: Brookelle Bones
Talents/Hobbies: Drawing, sculpting, painting, dancing, singing, playing guitar
Likes: Toying with guys, flying kites, singing in the shower, abstract painting, icecream
Dislikes: Guys, cheerleaders, pop music, uniforms, meat
Pets: A small black cat named “Zoe”
Family: Her family is very small, with her being the only child. Her father is dead, but her mother still lives in New York. She doesn’t really contact her other relatives.
Background Scarlett was a child from two very rich parents. Her father and mother met in the designing realm, and they both owned two huge lines of clothing. They got married, and joined their companies soon after Scarlett was born. She was very spoiled, when she wasn’t screaming her head off, her parents were buying her anything she wanted (which was a lot). She grew up very selfish. When she was thirteen, however, her father molested her. She hated him with a passion, but never told anyone what had happened. Two years later, he died in a car crash. She didn’t care. As a matter of fact, she thought he deserved it and was “happy”. Her mother went into a depression, and they never spoke. Scarlett tried to get away from the dullness of her house, and started dating guys, going from one to the other in a matter of days. She would have stayed with them, but usually they were simply dating her for her money or body, so she would dump them when her suspicions were confirmed. That was around the time she developed her little “game”, where she preyed on guys. A few times she felt bad, after she found out that the guys really did like her, but it always passed. Pretty soon it was something she did constantly, whether at a restaurant or wherever she was, she was always thinking about how she could deceive the next guy.
Role-Playing Sample: Here it was. My first day here at Solace Academy. I had been waiting for this day to come for a while. At first, I dreaded it. If there was any way to make up for any past sins; the punishment of high school was enough to make me a saint. But when I heard that she was going too, well, I...things changed. I don't know what it was about her. I tried to convince myself it was just the happiness of being with one of my best friends. I still am. I wouldn't let her of all people control my thoughts and actions. A girl. No, this couldn't be happening to me. I wouldn't allow it. Me, who had never had a crush on anyone. But still, the thought of going to a boarding school with her at least made me more cheerful, even if I didn't want it to. More bearable, then sitting around all day with these stuffed pigs. I shuttered from the idea. I hadn't seen her yet; I had just signed in and unpacked my bags when I decided to go for a walk. Avoiding her seemed to be a good course of action for now, until I could think of another solution. Besides, even if I did like her, its not like she would ever like me back. We were friends; it had always been this way. It would always be this way. I hoped, at least...
I walked into the sunlight, and was temporarily blinded by the brightness. The faint smell of acacias wafted into my nostrils, and I breathed it in gratefully. The grass was still wet from the morning dew; but I didn't mind, and laid down under the shade of one of the cherry trees. A slight breeze went past, playing with my hair. I smiled and closed my eyes as I leaned up against the tree. Please. She's just a friend. I know that. She's just easier to get along with than my guy friends. There. A friend. That's it. I had myself satisfied now, I was pretty convinced. A friend... She had always reminded me of my dead sister, Miya. Maybe that's what made me think of her so often, that she was the closet thing left to Miya. I loved my sister still. There wasn't a day I didn't miss her; a day I didn't feel like I had failed her. Why I had survived the car crash and she didn't, I'll never know. Why God chose me to live, and her to die. Maybe He missed her just as much as I miss her now. If that was His reason, I'll forgive Him for taking her away. Images flashed back to my mind. Her delicate, pale corpse lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. Her usually pink lips a sallow blue, her eyes blank and emotionless, her often excited face lifeless and...dead. I wiped my eyes to make sure no wet intruders had found there way there. Apparently they hadn't.
Codeword: There is none
Age: 19
Birthday: February 17 1989
Year: Freshman
Dorm or Off-Campus?: Dorm - Apache Hall
Major: Art
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Hometown: NYC
Any Disorders/illnesses?: No
Personality: Scarlett is a very untrusting girl when it comes to guys. She has been hurt several times, and really dislikes the male gender. She often toys with them, leading them on and then simply leaving them in the dust. She feels like it’s her “duty” to womankind to get back at men for “everything they’ve done”. She is funny, very sarcastic, bold, and loves the spot light. She makes fun of people a lot, and doesn’t care that it might hurt them, and pretends to not really care what people think. She’s very proud on the outside, but it’s a mask to hide her insecurity. Half the time she believes it herself. She loves playing with peoples’ minds; in her eyes, it her form of “art”. She thinks popularity is stupid, and tries everything she can not to label herself either. She dislikes the cheerleader type, Scarlett is very hardcore. At least, she would like to think of herself as being hardcore. She is soft on the inside, but covers it up by pretending. Scarlett is very flirty around guys, always thinking about her “little game”. She isn’t really the sporty type, but loves music and art, and tries to use her creativity and inspiration through whatever she does. She is fun loving and crazy, to show that she’s not afraid of anything.
Appearance: Scarlett has long black hair that goes well past her shoulders. It is cut very choppy, with bangs that swoop across her face. She usually wears her hair down. Her eyes are a gorgeous blue/grey, and people often comment on them, because of the contrast it makes between her hair. She wears lots of eyeliner to bring them out. She loves style, and wears tons of accessories everywhere she goes. Her face shape is very round, and she wears very pale lipstick. She is extremely thin and small, a lot of people think that she suffers from an eating disorder, but in reality, she eats way more than most girls, and simply doesn’t gain any weight. She used to be made fun of for her shortness, but it became endearing that she was so small. Her big hairstyle makes her look even smaller.
Celebrity Claim: Brookelle Bones
Talents/Hobbies: Drawing, sculpting, painting, dancing, singing, playing guitar
Likes: Toying with guys, flying kites, singing in the shower, abstract painting, icecream
Dislikes: Guys, cheerleaders, pop music, uniforms, meat
Pets: A small black cat named “Zoe”
Family: Her family is very small, with her being the only child. Her father is dead, but her mother still lives in New York. She doesn’t really contact her other relatives.
Background Scarlett was a child from two very rich parents. Her father and mother met in the designing realm, and they both owned two huge lines of clothing. They got married, and joined their companies soon after Scarlett was born. She was very spoiled, when she wasn’t screaming her head off, her parents were buying her anything she wanted (which was a lot). She grew up very selfish. When she was thirteen, however, her father molested her. She hated him with a passion, but never told anyone what had happened. Two years later, he died in a car crash. She didn’t care. As a matter of fact, she thought he deserved it and was “happy”. Her mother went into a depression, and they never spoke. Scarlett tried to get away from the dullness of her house, and started dating guys, going from one to the other in a matter of days. She would have stayed with them, but usually they were simply dating her for her money or body, so she would dump them when her suspicions were confirmed. That was around the time she developed her little “game”, where she preyed on guys. A few times she felt bad, after she found out that the guys really did like her, but it always passed. Pretty soon it was something she did constantly, whether at a restaurant or wherever she was, she was always thinking about how she could deceive the next guy.
Role-Playing Sample: Here it was. My first day here at Solace Academy. I had been waiting for this day to come for a while. At first, I dreaded it. If there was any way to make up for any past sins; the punishment of high school was enough to make me a saint. But when I heard that she was going too, well, I...things changed. I don't know what it was about her. I tried to convince myself it was just the happiness of being with one of my best friends. I still am. I wouldn't let her of all people control my thoughts and actions. A girl. No, this couldn't be happening to me. I wouldn't allow it. Me, who had never had a crush on anyone. But still, the thought of going to a boarding school with her at least made me more cheerful, even if I didn't want it to. More bearable, then sitting around all day with these stuffed pigs. I shuttered from the idea. I hadn't seen her yet; I had just signed in and unpacked my bags when I decided to go for a walk. Avoiding her seemed to be a good course of action for now, until I could think of another solution. Besides, even if I did like her, its not like she would ever like me back. We were friends; it had always been this way. It would always be this way. I hoped, at least...
I walked into the sunlight, and was temporarily blinded by the brightness. The faint smell of acacias wafted into my nostrils, and I breathed it in gratefully. The grass was still wet from the morning dew; but I didn't mind, and laid down under the shade of one of the cherry trees. A slight breeze went past, playing with my hair. I smiled and closed my eyes as I leaned up against the tree. Please. She's just a friend. I know that. She's just easier to get along with than my guy friends. There. A friend. That's it. I had myself satisfied now, I was pretty convinced. A friend... She had always reminded me of my dead sister, Miya. Maybe that's what made me think of her so often, that she was the closet thing left to Miya. I loved my sister still. There wasn't a day I didn't miss her; a day I didn't feel like I had failed her. Why I had survived the car crash and she didn't, I'll never know. Why God chose me to live, and her to die. Maybe He missed her just as much as I miss her now. If that was His reason, I'll forgive Him for taking her away. Images flashed back to my mind. Her delicate, pale corpse lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. Her usually pink lips a sallow blue, her eyes blank and emotionless, her often excited face lifeless and...dead. I wiped my eyes to make sure no wet intruders had found there way there. Apparently they hadn't.
Codeword: There is none
