Post by richards on Sept 21, 2008 14:11:07 GMT -5
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the roleplayer,
appearance,
personality,
history,
for the admin,
Her green eyes looked around the Cheesecake Factory. It wasn't entirely crowded, it was just about quarter to one in the afternoon, and the place was moderately crowded. And since this place is situated in Hollywood, it shouldn't be uncommon seeing a few familiar faces here and there. Either they'd be the ones in front of the camera, or those who simply work behind them; and then there are also the residents in the area and had taken it upon themselves to live the same lifestyles as these celebrities do. They are those who Sinclaire had dubbed the elitists. She hated them. Although what bothered her the most about the place, was not the people, but of their impassiveness to whatever's going on outside. She wanted a reaction—maybe not even the same annoyed ones like hers—but a reaction. Sin rolled her eyes at this, and looked outside from the inside of the glass doors.
Sinclaire's eyes, pertaining to the saying that it would be the most expressive feature, went a little wide for a moment when she saw what is happening outside, and then relaxed quickly after that. After all, it wasn't like it should really surprise her at all. The paparazzi with Alexio Wentz. It shouldn't be such an uncommon sight. That guy just seemed to attract publicity like a moth to a flame. Sin sighed, and shook her head. 'Okay, that is a little mean,' she concluded. She pursed her lips, and reasoned with herself that every celebrity deals with the paps many times whether they liked it or not. On Sin's part, she didn't exactly hate it nor did she love it. She actually found it a lot of hassle most of the time. You're trying to do what you want, you're trying to be, and yet there are these people who are hounding you. Sinclaire should be thankful that there aren't so many of those photographers and media scoundrels investing in her. Now she wouldn't be able to imagine how it would've been for someone of Alexio's caliber.
And at that moment, when her eyes locked with Alexio, she felt nothing but pity for him. He seems weary, and beaten up. Even his laugh didn't seem to cover that part up. It was right then he had started speaking that her earlier resolve started to crumble. "Yeah," she agreed with a small smile on her face. It was almost like she was trying to ease his tiredness away, and she was. Even though she was sure she would regret that sometime later on. "Don't they get tired of asking the same questions over and over?" she asked , trying to make light of the situation. Despite that she knew her attempts might just be futile, but she's trying anyway. Hasn't she been the one who had told him, from what seems like ages ago to her, that they will always remain friends?
Sinclaire's green eyes kept on Alexio the whole time as he bought his drink. It was because she just hadn't seen him for so long, that it just felt—for a lack of a better term, obligatory—to admire him. She just really couldn't explain why, but like seeing a car crash, she just couldn't turn away. Not until he had turned around to glanced at her anyway. And by then, she had immediately diverted her attention back to her notebook. Then, he came back and asked her again. "Uhm," she stumbled, unaware of what to say or how to properly react. It just felt awkward. How was she supposed to reply anyway? "Hey, I've been fine. Except you have pretty much raised my hopes up for all of mankind, so you can say you pretty much ruined all men for me." That sounded a little pathetic, albeit true. Since her relationship with him, Sin hadn't found the same in any other. Sinclaire might be one of those people who can be prolific, what with her being a screenwriter and all. But at this very moment, she just proved herself speechless.
So when in doubt, just draw your attention and focus to something else! That seemed to be one of her mottoes. And yet, when Sin looked down at her notebook and found her scribbled-down ideas for Fury Fury!'s music video to be incomprehensible. Which some people around her wouldn't be too surprised to know since she has the 'messy in the proper' way about taking down notes, so it normally appeared messy to other people but her. Usually that's the case, but right now, it seemed like even she herself can't understand herself... her own thoughts, ideas, writings anymore!
'This is so stupid. No one should ever have this kind of power over somebody!' Sin thought to herself. 'Argh, this is frustrating!' In the end, however she had just decided to end with a rather trite and banal response. "I'm fine." She paused, shrugging, after what seemed like a long moment, she spoke yet again: "I'm directing your band's video now." And then she flashed that small smile again. Deciding to direct the attention away from herself, she then asked him back in a form of niceties: "How about you? What have you been up to?"[/color][/font][/size][/ul]
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[/size][/color][/font]welcome to the palace,
alona janssen richards!
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the roleplayer,
name: cham[/blockquote]
age: 16
gender: female
years roleplaying: 4+
other characters: none yet.
you remind me of a few of my famous friends,
the character basics,full name: alona janssen richards
nicknames: al, aly, aj, richie, richards
gender: female
age: twenty
birthday: december twentieth
orientation: heterosexual
relationship status: engaged
member group: princess
do you know what i'm seeing,[/color]
appearance,
appearance: When describing Alona's looks, the words that would come into mind would be: quaint, humble and natural. Her features aren't entirely uncommon, but they complement her nicely. She's got brown hair, although it's naturally a shade brighter, almost caramel blonde, a huge difference from her dark chocolate brown hair now. If you ask her about hair, she would be nothing but frustrated about it. Her hair is, for her, forever unmanageable. It's thin and although soft, she hates that she can't do much to it. Alona's blue eyes would most definitely be her distinguishable feature. They're in the shade of blue that in most lights would seem bright and eye-catching (excuse the pun) and also framed by long dark lashes. Aly's face would be classified as a heart shaped face: wide at the temple and at her hairline and yet it narrows to a small delicate chin.[/blockquote]
Alona's complexion is fair, although it looks great and fine now, back then it was the subject of her woes. We have all gone through that stage where we "break out"—the zits, the pimples and everything. But that is not just the case with Alona's skin. It's sensitive and it's because of that that Aly always bring a small bottle of alcohol with her. It also doesn't end there, she has a case of eczema and is allergic to egg and seafood. She tries to stay away from those, mainly from eggs since when she eats it, she'll get a severe case of skin allergies. But you can't always check everything whether they're free of eggs or not, so it is more likely that you'll see her with a few rashes on her arms. All of that is the reason why it wouldn't be too uncommon to find a few scars and rashes on Alona; her main physical flaw.
On her clothing sense, most people would've generally classified her as one of those urban hipsters that are so trendy these days. (But for her, the way she dresses is actually pretty simple compared to what other people are wearing nowadays. Though she'd like to argue that she adds a little of her own flare to it.) Her usual attire would range from a skinny jeans and a dress top to a free-flowing skirt and a tank top. She's all for comfort and sophistication. All in all, Alona looks like an ordinary girl... ordinary "princess" at least.
played by: becky lou filip
it seems i'm someone i've never met,[/color]
personality,
likes:[/blockquote]
dislikes: being treated like a child, overbearing people, people underestimating her,
strengths:
weaknesses:
secrets:
personality summary: at least three decent-sized paragraphs
things have changed for me,[/color]
history,
nationality:[/blockquote]
hometown:
parents:
roland michael richards, fourty-seven, fathers job here
emma lynne richards, fourty-three, mothers job here
siblings:
name, age
other important people:
pets:
history summary:
atleast four paragraphs
if all our life is but a dream,[/color]
for the admin,
time zone: gmt +8[/i], for God's sakes! It wasn't always that she comes up with tons of ideas all at once. She looked up from the paper in front of her. Obviously the attempt to ignore the mess outside failed. One thing Sin isn't would be patient. Her toleration level is not "low", it was on the negative side of the numerical integer! Maybe that was a slight exaggeration, but that is almost how it seemed most of the time.
minimum word count: 400+
roleplay sample:
Her green eyes looked around the Cheesecake Factory. It wasn't entirely crowded, it was just about quarter to one in the afternoon, and the place was moderately crowded. And since this place is situated in Hollywood, it shouldn't be uncommon seeing a few familiar faces here and there. Either they'd be the ones in front of the camera, or those who simply work behind them; and then there are also the residents in the area and had taken it upon themselves to live the same lifestyles as these celebrities do. They are those who Sinclaire had dubbed the elitists. She hated them. Although what bothered her the most about the place, was not the people, but of their impassiveness to whatever's going on outside. She wanted a reaction—maybe not even the same annoyed ones like hers—but a reaction. Sin rolled her eyes at this, and looked outside from the inside of the glass doors.
Sinclaire's eyes, pertaining to the saying that it would be the most expressive feature, went a little wide for a moment when she saw what is happening outside, and then relaxed quickly after that. After all, it wasn't like it should really surprise her at all. The paparazzi with Alexio Wentz. It shouldn't be such an uncommon sight. That guy just seemed to attract publicity like a moth to a flame. Sin sighed, and shook her head. 'Okay, that is a little mean,' she concluded. She pursed her lips, and reasoned with herself that every celebrity deals with the paps many times whether they liked it or not. On Sin's part, she didn't exactly hate it nor did she love it. She actually found it a lot of hassle most of the time. You're trying to do what you want, you're trying to be, and yet there are these people who are hounding you. Sinclaire should be thankful that there aren't so many of those photographers and media scoundrels investing in her. Now she wouldn't be able to imagine how it would've been for someone of Alexio's caliber.
And at that moment, when her eyes locked with Alexio, she felt nothing but pity for him. He seems weary, and beaten up. Even his laugh didn't seem to cover that part up. It was right then he had started speaking that her earlier resolve started to crumble. "Yeah," she agreed with a small smile on her face. It was almost like she was trying to ease his tiredness away, and she was. Even though she was sure she would regret that sometime later on. "Don't they get tired of asking the same questions over and over?" she asked , trying to make light of the situation. Despite that she knew her attempts might just be futile, but she's trying anyway. Hasn't she been the one who had told him, from what seems like ages ago to her, that they will always remain friends?
Sinclaire's green eyes kept on Alexio the whole time as he bought his drink. It was because she just hadn't seen him for so long, that it just felt—for a lack of a better term, obligatory—to admire him. She just really couldn't explain why, but like seeing a car crash, she just couldn't turn away. Not until he had turned around to glanced at her anyway. And by then, she had immediately diverted her attention back to her notebook. Then, he came back and asked her again. "Uhm," she stumbled, unaware of what to say or how to properly react. It just felt awkward. How was she supposed to reply anyway? "Hey, I've been fine. Except you have pretty much raised my hopes up for all of mankind, so you can say you pretty much ruined all men for me." That sounded a little pathetic, albeit true. Since her relationship with him, Sin hadn't found the same in any other. Sinclaire might be one of those people who can be prolific, what with her being a screenwriter and all. But at this very moment, she just proved herself speechless.
So when in doubt, just draw your attention and focus to something else! That seemed to be one of her mottoes. And yet, when Sin looked down at her notebook and found her scribbled-down ideas for Fury Fury!'s music video to be incomprehensible. Which some people around her wouldn't be too surprised to know since she has the 'messy in the proper' way about taking down notes, so it normally appeared messy to other people but her. Usually that's the case, but right now, it seemed like even she herself can't understand herself... her own thoughts, ideas, writings anymore!
'This is so stupid. No one should ever have this kind of power over somebody!' Sin thought to herself. 'Argh, this is frustrating!' In the end, however she had just decided to end with a rather trite and banal response. "I'm fine." She paused, shrugging, after what seemed like a long moment, she spoke yet again: "I'm directing your band's video now." And then she flashed that small smile again. Deciding to direct the attention away from herself, she then asked him back in a form of niceties: "How about you? What have you been up to?"[/color][/font][/size][/ul]
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this application was made by edi, lyrics belong to panic at the disco and this format was inspired by valkyrie academy
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