Post by Zenna James on Sept 3, 2007 12:04:46 GMT -5
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GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name: Sian
Your Age: 14
How You Found Us: neopets board
Other Characters?: none
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name: Zenna Ami James
Nicknames: Zen, Ami
Age: 16
Birthday: 14th September 1991
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight, leaning towards Bi-Sexual
You Are A: [runaway]
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: Deep blue with a darker tone around her pupils
Hair Color: Dark brown-black with streaks of blue
Skin Tone: Pale, but with a small hint of tan
Body Build: Slender, but not anarexic
Height & Weight: 5ft 5", 79lbs
Other: Two piercings under her bottom lip
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Sophie King
Fathers Name: Colin james
Siblings?: None
Siblings Name: None
Family History: The popular girl and the geek, match made in heaven? Sort of. Sophie was the blonde-haired collage girl who all of the geeks, and sportsmen, fancied, but she rejected them all. Sophie was a typical heart-breaker. She liked to see the boy’s reactions to her, then put them down swiftly. Kind of harsh really.
Colin was the brown haired, brown eyes geek who just watched her pass by every day. He longed to get to know Sophie, but knew he stood no change with her in a million years.
It was only after collage when things got going. They met again in a bar, Colin now quite...handsome and cool. Sophie fell for him instantly. They never recognised each other, until they began talking. Soon, things started changing, Sophie really starting to fall from the geek-gone-gorgeous Colin. After a romantic night fuelled by wine, Colin proposed to Sophie with a plastic ring. The next day, he ended up buying her a real one.
A year later, they had a white wedding. Quite nice really. Her mother had an objection to it all, but they still said 'I Do'. Once they were wed, Sophie got pregnant on their honeymoon after another bar-and-wine filled night. By accident. This caused a few…problems between the pair.
"I'm not keeping it!" "It's alive Sophie, give it a chance!"
After only eight months, Sophie ended up having quite a hard labour, despite Zenna being a month early. When she was born, her mother began to suffer with depression. After a few courses of counselling, things soon became happy families.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
[x] Likes: Writing, Singing, Flirting, Kissing
[x] Dislikes: Alcohol/Beer, One night stands, Two-faced people
Fears & Habits:
[x] Fears: Spiders, rape, being alone
[x] Habits: Flicking her hair when angry
Addictions:
[x] Writing
[x] Flirting
[x] Being touchy feely
Personality: Despite her emo-like appearance, Zenna is far from her looks. The only time she cries is when her past is brought up in conversations or arguments. Aside from that, she is either happy or solitary. Her happiest moments are when she is with people she either knows or can relate to. If she is left in an ‘alone situation’, she will stay quiet. However, she will break out of her shell if she is spoken to by someone she can sense a ‘bond’ with. When that happens, she tends to become flirty or even kiss the other person. If it happens to be a group, she will blush and walk away.
Personal Character History: Zenna lived a normal life really. Her mother was a housewife, cleaning and taking care of her, whilst her father was working as a banker. By the time she was five, her parents changed their roles. Her mother went off to work in a hotel as a Waitress and her father stayed at home. Zenna really bonded with her father, he always treated her.
When she was eight, her parents were divorced. Her father told her that ‘mommy was going to leave us for another person’. She was too young to understand the affair, so never really noticed the disappearance of her mother. A year later, her mother was denied parental access to Zenna, leaving her father alone to handle her.
On Zenna’s twelfth birthday, her father returned to work, leaving her in the care of her dad’s friend Andrew. While her dad was away, Zenna had to stay with Andrew in his flat. She just ended up sitting at the table and drawing or writing, while Andrew drank beer and watched the television.
On the 17th of May, 2005, Zenna’s father had to stay at work late, so she had to stay at Andrews again. This didn’t bother her anymore, until tings got bad. He began to force beer down her, so out of fear, Zenna knocked the can away and bit Andrew’s arm. In a fit of alcohol fuelled rage, he dragged Zenna to the bedroom where he raped her. Now scared after the incident, she just ran out of the door. She has not seen her parents since the incident, too afraid to confront them.
Sample RP: (not a human roleplay sample, but it shows my skills =3)
There was a fulfilled air about her, as if she'd accomplished whatever she'd set out to do. It was lucky, too, if anyone were to approach her, considering it was one of her rare (relatively) good moods--'relatively' because 'good moods' for her consisted of not biting a wolf's head off if they came around. For another, they might consider it their worst mood, but for her? Good. But then, she'd always considered herself to be like that; always with a dangerous edge to her. Or, in many cases, more than just in edge. But, in the end, it made little difference. She gazed about the lands surrounding her, having becoming rather familiar with them--she'd had to, upon claiming it. She hadn't even had to fight for a rank position...the lands simply hadn't been claimed. Boring, wasn't it? Certainly, but Arcadia wasn't about to pass up a chance for a pack all her own. Oh, certainly not. What would make you think on that? She'd been travelling for so long, constantly thinking of attaining her own pack. And here it was; her own lands, her own markings all across the borders. And if someone attempted to pass over without a direct howl signalling that they were here, she'd just as soon kill them. But with her current mood, she might only injure them... Funny how these things work, mm?
But there remained that air about her, an aura that suggested something good had taken place; for that matter, you're right. She'd just been off hunting and had filled herself up quite nicely, but that wasn't all. She'd finally finished her trip of showing herself around the lands, marking them as her own, and the triumphant feeling that came with lands entirely her did not pass over the female, as was obvious--if you knew her. For those newcomers, they might believe she simply wished ill-will upon them. Which, well, might not entirely be false; she wasn't in the habit of wishing happy fantasies for the wolves she passed, especially those that didn't treat her with the proper respect. If any wolves were to pass over her border, they would have to face her. Oh, wouldn't that be enjoyable?
For her, of course.
The female's gaze swung across the horizon, searching for any wolves that might clamber upon the mountains. It was test enough just to manage their way upon the foothills, and even more so would be the climb atop the mountain--good luck with that. If they couldn't make that, she'd certainly not allow them into the pack. Regardless, she wasn't desperate enough for members to choose weaklings; she felt she could afford to be picky, despite the obvious lack of wolves under her command. But it mattered little. It was better she, solitary, than with wolves who didn't know what the hell they were doing and couldn't climb a hill. Alright, so that was most certainly an understatement; calling the huge mountains behind her a "hill" hardly brought them justice. But then, never underestimate Arcadia.
You just might not live to do correct your mistakes.
Smirking at the thought, she drew upward from the meal that lay upon the ground; she'd killed a rabbit just moments before and there was blood still obvious within her teeth. It gave her a more frightening appearance than usual--something malicious. But it wasn't long before she was leaping rather gracefully up the rocks, something that might not be expected from that particular female. But it was there, obviously; her legs guided her swiftly, knew exactly where they were taking her. Her whole body was carried with a lovely sort of form, a strange contrast to her sharp, cold gaze and even more so to the blood coated on her teeth. And it was then that it started raining, droplets falling upon her, softly at first before growing in intensity, pounding down upon her. Blood dripped from her teeth in droplets upon the ground as a result of there and blood and water were entwined in a dance all their own. Blood rain. Thunder sounded above and it became quite apparent that there was going to be no simple spatter of rain. Strange that it would be coming now, but here it was. Full on. She didn't even bothered to shake herself out, but there certainly resided a confident grin upon her features.
Oh, she was in her element.
GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name: Sian
Your Age: 14
How You Found Us: neopets board
Other Characters?: none
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name: Zenna Ami James
Nicknames: Zen, Ami
Age: 16
Birthday: 14th September 1991
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight, leaning towards Bi-Sexual
You Are A: [runaway]
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: Deep blue with a darker tone around her pupils
Hair Color: Dark brown-black with streaks of blue
Skin Tone: Pale, but with a small hint of tan
Body Build: Slender, but not anarexic
Height & Weight: 5ft 5", 79lbs
Other: Two piercings under her bottom lip
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Sophie King
Fathers Name: Colin james
Siblings?: None
Siblings Name
Family History: The popular girl and the geek, match made in heaven? Sort of. Sophie was the blonde-haired collage girl who all of the geeks, and sportsmen, fancied, but she rejected them all. Sophie was a typical heart-breaker. She liked to see the boy’s reactions to her, then put them down swiftly. Kind of harsh really.
Colin was the brown haired, brown eyes geek who just watched her pass by every day. He longed to get to know Sophie, but knew he stood no change with her in a million years.
It was only after collage when things got going. They met again in a bar, Colin now quite...handsome and cool. Sophie fell for him instantly. They never recognised each other, until they began talking. Soon, things started changing, Sophie really starting to fall from the geek-gone-gorgeous Colin. After a romantic night fuelled by wine, Colin proposed to Sophie with a plastic ring. The next day, he ended up buying her a real one.
A year later, they had a white wedding. Quite nice really. Her mother had an objection to it all, but they still said 'I Do'. Once they were wed, Sophie got pregnant on their honeymoon after another bar-and-wine filled night. By accident. This caused a few…problems between the pair.
"I'm not keeping it!" "It's alive Sophie, give it a chance!"
After only eight months, Sophie ended up having quite a hard labour, despite Zenna being a month early. When she was born, her mother began to suffer with depression. After a few courses of counselling, things soon became happy families.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
[x] Likes: Writing, Singing, Flirting, Kissing
[x] Dislikes: Alcohol/Beer, One night stands, Two-faced people
Fears & Habits:
[x] Fears: Spiders, rape, being alone
[x] Habits: Flicking her hair when angry
Addictions:
[x] Writing
[x] Flirting
[x] Being touchy feely
Personality: Despite her emo-like appearance, Zenna is far from her looks. The only time she cries is when her past is brought up in conversations or arguments. Aside from that, she is either happy or solitary. Her happiest moments are when she is with people she either knows or can relate to. If she is left in an ‘alone situation’, she will stay quiet. However, she will break out of her shell if she is spoken to by someone she can sense a ‘bond’ with. When that happens, she tends to become flirty or even kiss the other person. If it happens to be a group, she will blush and walk away.
Personal Character History: Zenna lived a normal life really. Her mother was a housewife, cleaning and taking care of her, whilst her father was working as a banker. By the time she was five, her parents changed their roles. Her mother went off to work in a hotel as a Waitress and her father stayed at home. Zenna really bonded with her father, he always treated her.
When she was eight, her parents were divorced. Her father told her that ‘mommy was going to leave us for another person’. She was too young to understand the affair, so never really noticed the disappearance of her mother. A year later, her mother was denied parental access to Zenna, leaving her father alone to handle her.
On Zenna’s twelfth birthday, her father returned to work, leaving her in the care of her dad’s friend Andrew. While her dad was away, Zenna had to stay with Andrew in his flat. She just ended up sitting at the table and drawing or writing, while Andrew drank beer and watched the television.
On the 17th of May, 2005, Zenna’s father had to stay at work late, so she had to stay at Andrews again. This didn’t bother her anymore, until tings got bad. He began to force beer down her, so out of fear, Zenna knocked the can away and bit Andrew’s arm. In a fit of alcohol fuelled rage, he dragged Zenna to the bedroom where he raped her. Now scared after the incident, she just ran out of the door. She has not seen her parents since the incident, too afraid to confront them.
Sample RP: (not a human roleplay sample, but it shows my skills =3)
There was a fulfilled air about her, as if she'd accomplished whatever she'd set out to do. It was lucky, too, if anyone were to approach her, considering it was one of her rare (relatively) good moods--'relatively' because 'good moods' for her consisted of not biting a wolf's head off if they came around. For another, they might consider it their worst mood, but for her? Good. But then, she'd always considered herself to be like that; always with a dangerous edge to her. Or, in many cases, more than just in edge. But, in the end, it made little difference. She gazed about the lands surrounding her, having becoming rather familiar with them--she'd had to, upon claiming it. She hadn't even had to fight for a rank position...the lands simply hadn't been claimed. Boring, wasn't it? Certainly, but Arcadia wasn't about to pass up a chance for a pack all her own. Oh, certainly not. What would make you think on that? She'd been travelling for so long, constantly thinking of attaining her own pack. And here it was; her own lands, her own markings all across the borders. And if someone attempted to pass over without a direct howl signalling that they were here, she'd just as soon kill them. But with her current mood, she might only injure them... Funny how these things work, mm?
But there remained that air about her, an aura that suggested something good had taken place; for that matter, you're right. She'd just been off hunting and had filled herself up quite nicely, but that wasn't all. She'd finally finished her trip of showing herself around the lands, marking them as her own, and the triumphant feeling that came with lands entirely her did not pass over the female, as was obvious--if you knew her. For those newcomers, they might believe she simply wished ill-will upon them. Which, well, might not entirely be false; she wasn't in the habit of wishing happy fantasies for the wolves she passed, especially those that didn't treat her with the proper respect. If any wolves were to pass over her border, they would have to face her. Oh, wouldn't that be enjoyable?
For her, of course.
The female's gaze swung across the horizon, searching for any wolves that might clamber upon the mountains. It was test enough just to manage their way upon the foothills, and even more so would be the climb atop the mountain--good luck with that. If they couldn't make that, she'd certainly not allow them into the pack. Regardless, she wasn't desperate enough for members to choose weaklings; she felt she could afford to be picky, despite the obvious lack of wolves under her command. But it mattered little. It was better she, solitary, than with wolves who didn't know what the hell they were doing and couldn't climb a hill. Alright, so that was most certainly an understatement; calling the huge mountains behind her a "hill" hardly brought them justice. But then, never underestimate Arcadia.
You just might not live to do correct your mistakes.
Smirking at the thought, she drew upward from the meal that lay upon the ground; she'd killed a rabbit just moments before and there was blood still obvious within her teeth. It gave her a more frightening appearance than usual--something malicious. But it wasn't long before she was leaping rather gracefully up the rocks, something that might not be expected from that particular female. But it was there, obviously; her legs guided her swiftly, knew exactly where they were taking her. Her whole body was carried with a lovely sort of form, a strange contrast to her sharp, cold gaze and even more so to the blood coated on her teeth. And it was then that it started raining, droplets falling upon her, softly at first before growing in intensity, pounding down upon her. Blood dripped from her teeth in droplets upon the ground as a result of there and blood and water were entwined in a dance all their own. Blood rain. Thunder sounded above and it became quite apparent that there was going to be no simple spatter of rain. Strange that it would be coming now, but here it was. Full on. She didn't even bothered to shake herself out, but there certainly resided a confident grin upon her features.
Oh, she was in her element.
