Post by Kaitlynn on Dec 24, 2005 15:08:22 GMT -5
Full Name: Kaintlynn Brooke
Age: 15
Height: 5ft 6
Weight: unknown
Body Description: Kaitlynn is very thin and ill looking. Her skin is of a natural pale colour which resulted from not going out much as a young child. her her is Naturally black which is rare but she is living proof that it does happen to people from the white caussian race. Shes small for her age. Most people of the age of 15 are atleast 5ft8 or 5ft9 tall but her whole family is small so she would also be. Her orbs are of a light blue hue making them look like the ocean, full of energy and mysery just like kaitlynn herself. Her nails are mostly always painted black or another dark colour as grey or dark violet. Her eyes are also often ringed black making her look more paler than she is. Kaitlynns dress style is of the gothic genre. Long and short skirts, corits, weird tops and just black in general.
Background (Family/Heritage/Life Tragedies): Her family is quite big and she grew up from a musical background. At the age of 5 she could master the art of playing the bass guitar and soon went on to singing as the bass bored her after a while. The same four notes over and over again wasn't just her thing. Her mother was the singer in some band and her father was the guitarist of another so there was always some kind of sound or talent around in the house. her older sister was also a sucess and won 'stars in your eyes' a few years back. She soon moved away to florida some place and began her carir or her own there.
Role Playing Example:
Yesterday was the history people will talk about in years to come, today is the reality in which you are existing, and tomorrow…well tomorrow is what you make it. Create illusions, paint a picture and watch as your imaginary world unfolds before your ignorant eyes. You may dream, you may hope, but today will still remain the tomorrow you thought about yesterday.
The world revolves, period, weather you like it or not. You have to live in this circle of what’s and how’s, of what has been, what could be and what will be with no way of knowing what the future brings. Today could be your last and then tomorrow would cease and would be and untold tale of what could have been. You’re a puppet, suspended from strings with no way of knowing what you will be made to do next.
Scary…isn’t it?
Slumped against the mud splattered wall, her black tresses falling about her oval face. Her head was faced downwards but peering through her hanging curtain were two bright emeralds, brighter than the day but darker than the night. Deep pools of nothingness but at the same time there was a twinkling of something, something deep in their depths. Like when you drop a penny into a well and you can see it glinting on the bottom in the summer sunshine. There was something about her eyes, a gateway to another understanding that she only let certain people cross. Aurora. The lights of Aurora, still living with many untold mystery’s buried deep inside her fragile being.
Desired Classes at GAA: Art, Music and Literature
Password: GAB
|| Hope thats alright. I'm being lazy and not really putting much efford into it and the spell checker wont work so ill correct everything later ||
Age: 15
Height: 5ft 6
Weight: unknown
Body Description: Kaitlynn is very thin and ill looking. Her skin is of a natural pale colour which resulted from not going out much as a young child. her her is Naturally black which is rare but she is living proof that it does happen to people from the white caussian race. Shes small for her age. Most people of the age of 15 are atleast 5ft8 or 5ft9 tall but her whole family is small so she would also be. Her orbs are of a light blue hue making them look like the ocean, full of energy and mysery just like kaitlynn herself. Her nails are mostly always painted black or another dark colour as grey or dark violet. Her eyes are also often ringed black making her look more paler than she is. Kaitlynns dress style is of the gothic genre. Long and short skirts, corits, weird tops and just black in general.
Background (Family/Heritage/Life Tragedies): Her family is quite big and she grew up from a musical background. At the age of 5 she could master the art of playing the bass guitar and soon went on to singing as the bass bored her after a while. The same four notes over and over again wasn't just her thing. Her mother was the singer in some band and her father was the guitarist of another so there was always some kind of sound or talent around in the house. her older sister was also a sucess and won 'stars in your eyes' a few years back. She soon moved away to florida some place and began her carir or her own there.
Role Playing Example:
Yesterday was the history people will talk about in years to come, today is the reality in which you are existing, and tomorrow…well tomorrow is what you make it. Create illusions, paint a picture and watch as your imaginary world unfolds before your ignorant eyes. You may dream, you may hope, but today will still remain the tomorrow you thought about yesterday.
The world revolves, period, weather you like it or not. You have to live in this circle of what’s and how’s, of what has been, what could be and what will be with no way of knowing what the future brings. Today could be your last and then tomorrow would cease and would be and untold tale of what could have been. You’re a puppet, suspended from strings with no way of knowing what you will be made to do next.
Scary…isn’t it?
Slumped against the mud splattered wall, her black tresses falling about her oval face. Her head was faced downwards but peering through her hanging curtain were two bright emeralds, brighter than the day but darker than the night. Deep pools of nothingness but at the same time there was a twinkling of something, something deep in their depths. Like when you drop a penny into a well and you can see it glinting on the bottom in the summer sunshine. There was something about her eyes, a gateway to another understanding that she only let certain people cross. Aurora. The lights of Aurora, still living with many untold mystery’s buried deep inside her fragile being.
Desired Classes at GAA: Art, Music and Literature
Password: GAB
|| Hope thats alright. I'm being lazy and not really putting much efford into it and the spell checker wont work so ill correct everything later ||
