Post by madeline on Aug 23, 2007 7:30:48 GMT -5
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;;You;;
Name: Madeline
Age 13
Where you Found this Site: On RPG Requests
Other Characters: None, yet!
;;Character;;
Character's Name:
Cheryl Smit
Nickname:
Cherry or Cherrypie
Age:
15
Grade:
10th
Height:
1.7 m
Hair color:
Blond hair with black roots. Down to her sholders. Wavy in wet weather, and if she wants it to be.
Eye color:
Brown.
Family Members:
She has two older brothers, Greg and Phill, she odesn't like them very much 'cause there mean to her and tease her. And an older sister that she used to go to dance classes with, Leana. Now Leana has stopped dancing. She also has a mother called Gabriella, and her father's name is Harold. Both of which where the "it" people in there day.
Personality:
If you had the option of being Cherly's friends, you would take it. She is quite popular and seeing your name on her Christmas Card list would make for a massive ego boost.
But seem as how she isn't on her own Christmas Card list, she had a small, friendly ego. She is nice around new people and would love to help you out if your stuck on anything from a math prolem to wether to get a banana or a vanila milk shake.
She is a high achiver in dance and Math, but she is lagging a bit behind in other subjects. She really is a Math wiz, she is surely someone you can rely on for your home work, only Math though.
Appearance:
Bigs lips, very red. She has a very large teethy grin. Not very pointy nose, but nearly, nearly, nearly could be called big.
She is fat enough to not get staired at, but thin enough not to have to go on a diet.
Her cloths and beaty is mostly first. Eyeliner or mascara is the top of her check list when going anywhere.
After her makeup, she likes grovy cloths. Like long jeans and a cool T with the most up to date jacket. But when asked out for a date, she goes straight over the boat. All the makeup and mini skirts with double decker heals a girl could want would be covering her when she steps into The Cafe to find her date.
History:
She was born on the second of August to Harold and Gabriella. Who, even with Harolds drinking prolem, have stayed marry all her life up to this day.
She doesn't know either of them very well because they always send her to boarding schools, and not the same ones as her brothers and sister.
She has been to eight schools in her whole life, she stayed at her last school for a year, then moved to here, to Rantom High. She moves school so much because her dad's job requires him to moved around. Don't everythink that if Cherly loses contact with you that she ment to, or that she doesn't like you anymore. Ninty-nine percent of the time her parents throw out her address book, or she never gets the change to get your email before she leaves for the next school.
Her life is just like that, a big rush. Ever since she was five (when she started the school hoping) her life has been in a scrable, trying to work out her own problems by herelf 'cause there no one there. Even though she was trying to make friends, she always moved before they really got to know each other. The last school she went to was the only time she really felt like she had a friends there.
The minute she started high school her life began the down hill road, because of everything that comes with being a teanager... everything just seemed to turn itself into a bad.
RP Sample
Cheryl, or Cherry as her friends called her, passed a few friends on the way to her locker. She waved, but kept on walking.
When she opened her locker a small, light pink note fell down from on top of her pile of books. She picked it up. Slowly reading it she turned to see if anyone was there looking over her sholder.
It was a simple, short letter, unsigned, asking her to meet the writer at The Cafe half an hour after school ends today.
"Wha..." she said to herself thinking hard about who it would be. She found herself looking around again, but she really had no idea who it would be that would ask her out.
So, in the warm afiternoon sun she walked through the streets which were just starting to get busy to The Cafe. She glanced around the welcoming room. She saw some bean bags in one corner, tables and chairs up against the wall, near the windows. But everyone of them was vacant.
"Ha," she said to herself, "So they said this strang letter and I up everything for today aside and then what? They don't even turn up?"
;;Other;;
Password: Chick'n ish good!
;;You;;
Name: Madeline
Age 13
Where you Found this Site: On RPG Requests
Other Characters: None, yet!
;;Character;;
Character's Name:
Cheryl Smit
Nickname:
Cherry or Cherrypie
Age:
15
Grade:
10th
Height:
1.7 m
Hair color:
Blond hair with black roots. Down to her sholders. Wavy in wet weather, and if she wants it to be.
Eye color:
Brown.
Family Members:
She has two older brothers, Greg and Phill, she odesn't like them very much 'cause there mean to her and tease her. And an older sister that she used to go to dance classes with, Leana. Now Leana has stopped dancing. She also has a mother called Gabriella, and her father's name is Harold. Both of which where the "it" people in there day.
Personality:
If you had the option of being Cherly's friends, you would take it. She is quite popular and seeing your name on her Christmas Card list would make for a massive ego boost.
But seem as how she isn't on her own Christmas Card list, she had a small, friendly ego. She is nice around new people and would love to help you out if your stuck on anything from a math prolem to wether to get a banana or a vanila milk shake.
She is a high achiver in dance and Math, but she is lagging a bit behind in other subjects. She really is a Math wiz, she is surely someone you can rely on for your home work, only Math though.
Appearance:
Bigs lips, very red. She has a very large teethy grin. Not very pointy nose, but nearly, nearly, nearly could be called big.
She is fat enough to not get staired at, but thin enough not to have to go on a diet.
Her cloths and beaty is mostly first. Eyeliner or mascara is the top of her check list when going anywhere.
After her makeup, she likes grovy cloths. Like long jeans and a cool T with the most up to date jacket. But when asked out for a date, she goes straight over the boat. All the makeup and mini skirts with double decker heals a girl could want would be covering her when she steps into The Cafe to find her date.
History:
She was born on the second of August to Harold and Gabriella. Who, even with Harolds drinking prolem, have stayed marry all her life up to this day.
She doesn't know either of them very well because they always send her to boarding schools, and not the same ones as her brothers and sister.
She has been to eight schools in her whole life, she stayed at her last school for a year, then moved to here, to Rantom High. She moves school so much because her dad's job requires him to moved around. Don't everythink that if Cherly loses contact with you that she ment to, or that she doesn't like you anymore. Ninty-nine percent of the time her parents throw out her address book, or she never gets the change to get your email before she leaves for the next school.
Her life is just like that, a big rush. Ever since she was five (when she started the school hoping) her life has been in a scrable, trying to work out her own problems by herelf 'cause there no one there. Even though she was trying to make friends, she always moved before they really got to know each other. The last school she went to was the only time she really felt like she had a friends there.
The minute she started high school her life began the down hill road, because of everything that comes with being a teanager... everything just seemed to turn itself into a bad.
RP Sample
Cheryl, or Cherry as her friends called her, passed a few friends on the way to her locker. She waved, but kept on walking.
When she opened her locker a small, light pink note fell down from on top of her pile of books. She picked it up. Slowly reading it she turned to see if anyone was there looking over her sholder.
It was a simple, short letter, unsigned, asking her to meet the writer at The Cafe half an hour after school ends today.
"Wha..." she said to herself thinking hard about who it would be. She found herself looking around again, but she really had no idea who it would be that would ask her out.
So, in the warm afiternoon sun she walked through the streets which were just starting to get busy to The Cafe. She glanced around the welcoming room. She saw some bean bags in one corner, tables and chairs up against the wall, near the windows. But everyone of them was vacant.
"Ha," she said to herself, "So they said this strang letter and I up everything for today aside and then what? They don't even turn up?"
;;Other;;
Password: Chick'n ish good!
