Post by Marisa Ames on Sept 6, 2008 1:44:28 GMT -5
` behind blue eyes
` drop that 808
Taken from Dante Pryzdatek
` the walls begin to shake!
>> and let's add some random shit.
name;; Nate [ I play Dante ]
age;; 15
experience;; approx two years
time zone;; Eastern Coast of Australia… Not sure what the timezone is
password;; NOPASSWORDFERU >D
` drop that 808
name;;Marisa Geniene Ames
nicknames;;Risa, Mari, MG
age;;16
date of birth;;07.08.1991
species;;Fairies
year;;Sophomore
sexual orientation;;Straight
occupation;; Student at Winterthorne
face claim;;Gemma Ward
general appearance;;
Marisa was always the girl that never looked her age. She was always the shortest, the prettiest, and the most innocent looking; by the time she was reaching her teen years, she looked like she was only turning ten. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it sure did make Marisa work harder to bag the boys; something that she actually usually did.
With long blonde hair, dead straight, reaching past her shoulders, Marisa's skin color is nearly the same as her hair color. There isn't much difference between the two colors, but that just adds to the youngish look that she's got going for her, with the pale, milky white skin and the white blonde hair.
Sitting halfway down her face, her nose is of perfect proportion
and is colorless; it hasn't been burnt too much, freckles or sun kisses are scarce and its not discolored to the rest of her face. Sitting either side, just a little bit higher, her eyes lay, one of Marisa's favorite features. With a greeny blue color to them, they contrast against her pale skin, and with the mysterious edge that they give her, Marisa believes that they are the truth to her success in life.
general personality;;
Marisa has the average look of an innocent, caring, loving person, but in all honesty, her personality isn’t that of one. She is the stereotypical fairy, through and through, her appearance is sweet, blonde and innocent, whereas her personality is so much more than that; devious, cunning and intelligent. Normally, her mind would be running a mile a minute, not stopping for anything, or anyone. She constantly has to think of ways to both entertain herself, and get herself out of tough situations.
Marisa is daring, flirtatious, self confident, and everything else that makes up her party girl personality. She isn’t afraid to let loose and go a little wild; as long as there is some sort of fun involved, she’d be happy to do anything. She is an attention seeker, but she has fairly normal habits for well, teenage boys to be honest. Her maturity hasn’t quite kicked in yet, but when it does, it should be suggested to watch out.
But the cunning, devious, daring ways that the girl has aren’t her only qualities. Marisa is loyal to the bone, she would never, nor could her mind let her, leave a friend in need, full stop. Her morals for friendship are quite high, and when it comes down to it, Marisa would like to think of herself as a good friend.
Another trait that her personality possesses is her intelligence. This girls brains are quite a contrary to the way she looks, as much as she hates it, she is excellent in more academic purposes and common sense.
likes;;
[+]Boys
[+]Parties
[+]Flirting
[+]Pushing the rules
[+]Looking her best
[+]The smell of boys
[+]Sunshine
[+]Smiles
[+]Music in all forms
[+]Singing
[+]Dancing
[+]Being the center of attention
[+]Getting what she wants
dislikes;;
[-]Silences
[-]Not getting what she wants
[-]Rainy days
[-]Getting caught
[-]Hypocrites
[-]Depression
[-]Studying
[-]Drug Addicts (use it, don’t abuse it)
[-]Overly Slutty Girls
[-]Early Mornings
[-]Early nights
fears;;ending up alone, dying.
quirks;;bites her lip when she is nervous, pouts, taps her foot when sitting, and bounces up and down ever so slightly when she is talking to people.
secrets;; She isn’t a virgin, but uses that she is as a marketing ploy,
magyck;; Manipulation, Charm, Flight
family members;;
Father ; Jean Paul Ames
Mother ;Geniene Ames ; deceased
history;;
Born to Jean Paul Ames and Geniene, Marisa was always the normal child. She got bruises, a few broken wings, and chucked a tantrum when she didn't get her way. There wasn't anything different about her, well, except for the fact that she was a fairy. Her dad was a fairy, her mom was a fairy, and Marisa didn't really have an option.
But shortly into the young girls life, something happened that rocked not only her world, but her communities and her fathers; the death of her mother. It was a tragic accident, or so Marisa was told, and to this day she doesn't know the truth behind what had happened to her mother. She wasn't the kind of pry, but with a social life of a werewolf, she forgot about her mother quite soon.
This was when Marisa was given a locket, to stop her forgetfulness and make her remember her mother and who she was. Engraved with M, G, this is where Marisa got her middle name, Geniene. It just came naturally, and it was just the kind of thing that she really needed to remember her mother.
Other than that, well, there just wasn't anything that was worth talking about. Marisa's childhood was uneventful, it was just like that of the average fairy.
post sample;;
Taken from Dante Pryzdatek
Dante wasn't reallay sure what it was about the abandoned theme park that made is so freaking attractive to him; but he felt himself being drawn towards it. Being a vampire, daytime wasn't exactly his favorite time of the day, even though he was immune to the sunlight, but night was far more thrilling, far more manageable for the boy to use. He'd probably be up all night, thinking, waiting, wishing, and he might as well do something with himself. He didn't know what, he didn't know how, all he knew was that he had alcohol and he was going to make good use of it while he could. It hadn't been discovered by any of his roommates as of yet, but he knew that within time, if he didn't drink it, it would have been stolen, and used. There wasn't much there, maybe enough for two people to get pleasantly drunk, but that was okay. Dante wasn't planning on company anyways.
So there he found himself on that cold night, snow covering most of the landscape, trudging through as if he was on a mission. He had been aching at the bit to explore Downworlders, and Dante could only hope that it was epmty. It was too cold for some of the girls, some of the sluts that went to Winterthorne to be up, the girls that Dante shuddered at the thought of. It was quite hypocritical, really, because Dante was naturally a player, out to bang any girl that he lays his eyes on, but he can't stand girls that sleep around. Anyway, Dante is only attracted to vampires, not disgusting other breeds that are nothing but below him. It was rude of him, yes, but the boy considered himself to be superior to everybody else, and really was waiting for a girl that felt the same thing. The boy was an attention seeker, willing to do anything to catch the glances of people, no matter what tags came automatically with that.
Wearing an outfit that most would choose to wear to some prestigious event, something that most would deem dressed-up, Dante felt quite odd. He almost felt under dressed, with the cold weather having booked itself in for a stay. But nevertheless, the vodka that he now was carrying in his left hand, it was sure to warm him up, or at least dilapitate him so that the cold was the least of his worries. His outfit consisting of a pair of black dress pants, half of a suit that Dante's father had once owned, a pair of black all-star converses, a white dress-shirt that had once been tucked in, but was now hanging loosely over the boys build, and a blue jumper, one that the boy had only just recieved from his parents, one that he hadn't yet worn. It wasn't the warmest outfit, but he looked good, and that was all that mattered to Dante.
Sneaking in with a grin and a snicked, Dante found himself a spot fairly close to the entrance, so if anyone came it would be easy for him to evacuate the scene. He was in a mischievous, playful mood, a flirtatious, attention-seeking mood, a mood that would make any girl fall in love with him. Placing the bottle of vodka down next to him, Dante laid back, and could almost feel the disgust rise through him as he realized what he was doing. He was lying down, on the floor, of an infested, domesticated, abandoned theme park. Fuck. What was getting into the boy lately, he wasn't like this usually. Sitting up, Dante produced two glasses from his pocket, don't ask why he had two, and poured a small amount of the clear liquid into the first glass. Downing it quickly, Dante shook his head and gave a laugh.
So there he found himself on that cold night, snow covering most of the landscape, trudging through as if he was on a mission. He had been aching at the bit to explore Downworlders, and Dante could only hope that it was epmty. It was too cold for some of the girls, some of the sluts that went to Winterthorne to be up, the girls that Dante shuddered at the thought of. It was quite hypocritical, really, because Dante was naturally a player, out to bang any girl that he lays his eyes on, but he can't stand girls that sleep around. Anyway, Dante is only attracted to vampires, not disgusting other breeds that are nothing but below him. It was rude of him, yes, but the boy considered himself to be superior to everybody else, and really was waiting for a girl that felt the same thing. The boy was an attention seeker, willing to do anything to catch the glances of people, no matter what tags came automatically with that.
Wearing an outfit that most would choose to wear to some prestigious event, something that most would deem dressed-up, Dante felt quite odd. He almost felt under dressed, with the cold weather having booked itself in for a stay. But nevertheless, the vodka that he now was carrying in his left hand, it was sure to warm him up, or at least dilapitate him so that the cold was the least of his worries. His outfit consisting of a pair of black dress pants, half of a suit that Dante's father had once owned, a pair of black all-star converses, a white dress-shirt that had once been tucked in, but was now hanging loosely over the boys build, and a blue jumper, one that the boy had only just recieved from his parents, one that he hadn't yet worn. It wasn't the warmest outfit, but he looked good, and that was all that mattered to Dante.
Sneaking in with a grin and a snicked, Dante found himself a spot fairly close to the entrance, so if anyone came it would be easy for him to evacuate the scene. He was in a mischievous, playful mood, a flirtatious, attention-seeking mood, a mood that would make any girl fall in love with him. Placing the bottle of vodka down next to him, Dante laid back, and could almost feel the disgust rise through him as he realized what he was doing. He was lying down, on the floor, of an infested, domesticated, abandoned theme park. Fuck. What was getting into the boy lately, he wasn't like this usually. Sitting up, Dante produced two glasses from his pocket, don't ask why he had two, and poured a small amount of the clear liquid into the first glass. Downing it quickly, Dante shook his head and gave a laugh.
` the walls begin to shake!
>> and let's add some random shit.
favorite cereal;; cheerios
If your member was confronted by a member of the living dead, what would they do? Probably flirt with it; don’t knock it, ‘til you’ve tapped it.
Deal or no deal?No deal, lets milk this for all its worth
