Post by bliss rae sanders on Aug 23, 2011 0:46:01 GMT -5
INTRODUCING!
BLISSRAESANDERS
BLISSRAESANDERS
[/color][/size]NIGHTMARE
now your nightmare comes to life
NAME: bliss rae sanders.
AGE: nineteen.
BIRTHDAY: november twenty-third.
GENDER: female.
SPECIES: made angel.
ORIENTATION: straight.
OCCUPATION: student.DRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
down to the devil's show[/center]
HEIGHT: five feet six inches.
WEIGHT: one hundred and twenty-two pounds.
BUILD: skinny but lean.
HAIR: black.
EYES: dark brown.
INK AND PIERCINGS: ears and belly button. this tattoo behind her left ear.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: birthmark that looks like a heart on her right shoulder blade.
PLAY-BY: selena gomez.
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
[/color][/size]peace of mind is less than never![/right]
FEARS:
one, getting her heart broken.
two, being an outcast.
three, breaking down.
four, tears and/or crying.
LIKES:
one, soccer.
two, strawberries.
three, fashion.
four, high heels.
five, campfires.
DISLIKES:
one, insects.
two, spotlights.
three, overly emotional people.
four, girls touching her hair.
STRENGTHS:
one, determination.
two, decisive.
three, crafty.
WEAKNESSES:
one, has trouble letting go.
two, emotionally detached.
three, her twin, duncan.
four, preview sales.
DEEPEST SECRET: bliss moved out of her household because he family swore to institutionalize her. she kept insisting that duncan, her twin, was not dead but her family told her she was insane and that he was, indeed, dead.
PERSONALITY: she isn't someone you want to mess with. she can have a bit of tempter when she wants to and she knows how to be a brat when the time calls for it. that doesn't mean that she doesn't have a heart. she really does, she just likes to hide it deep beneath several thousand layers of an outer shell. she had been pretty chill in high school; she and duncan went to a boarding school together and she was just the one who had to keep a level head to keep duncan out of trouble. she got a bit sick of that and so now, she's really trying to live life as she so pleases. there is a note though--she has been called crazy recently due to her instance that her twin is not dead.. the trick with bliss is to know when her mind is really there and when it is not. that is, if it were ever there in the first place. try to find out.
HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND
[/color][/size]but god ain't on your side[/left]
MOTHER: rachel - police officer.
FATHER: tyler - police officer.
SIBLINGS:
matthew - brother - 23 - police officer.
kyle - brother - 22 - car repair man.
finn - brother - 20 - police officer trainee.
duncan - twin - 19 - supposedly deceased.
kurt - brother - 18 - student, resident gay.
tyler jr. - brother - 17 - student, resident genius.
jesse - brother - 17 - student, resident jock.
daniel - brother - 15 - student, resident duncan wannabe.
CHILDREN: none.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none.
HISTORY: bliss was the responsible one, more so, of the two of them. she and duncan did everything together, well a lot. it ended up being their attachment that was her downfall. after duncan disappeared from her life, bliss refused to give up hope that he was truly gone. he couldn't be dead, she insisted. so duncan comes to check on bliss after a year and whatnot, but he doesn't want her to see him but she thinks that she sees him. it's a pouring night and everything and bliss is following someone who she thinks is duncan. so duncan makes it over a road, but when bliss goes to run after him on the road, since it's dark and rainy, a car speeds up and doesn't see her, and the car hits her and kills her. now she has a second chance as a made angel. after she died and came back as a made angel, she called her parents and told them she wasn't going to talk about duncan ever again. needless to say, she is more determined than ever to find him. to her, he is not dead.
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SEVERED
[/color][/size]burn the world, your last endeavor![/center]
Hello. My name is ari and I've been roleplaying for too many years out of the freshman in college's age in years I've been living. I found this site by osmosis or gray and I'm glad to be here. I play no one else as well! By the way, I read the rules. bite my ass, pinkly smooth.
RP SAMPLE!
As she stood there, her eyes began to droop. She was exhausted with everything that she had been through and Damien looking all depressed as he did wasn’t helping matters at all. In fact, he made her want to run away from the room, crying about her life. That didn’t’ stop her from listening carefully to what he had to say.
A dull ache caused Carmen to bring her hand to her head. Everything that Damien was saying just made her feel worse. It actually made her feel more stressed. Now she almost didn’t ant to tell him what was on her mind, and going on in her body. She knew, deep down, that she wanted to tell him. She had to tell him. In actuality, if she was pregnant, it was his baby as much as it was hers. That thought scared the crap out of her. And now, here he was, being all sad and down. He wasn’t helping anything.
As he explained to her that he had kept his mouth quiet about them sleeping together, she bit her lip. He clearly wasn’t on the same wavelength as her. Then again, she didn’t expect him to be. He wouldn’t know that she had been very late for her period; that and she still didn’t have it. Also, he wouldn’t know she spent her mornings throwing up. Logically, to her, she seemed to be pregnant.
But then, he had to go on and say she was probably embarrassed. That wasn’t even the right word. She was just scared for her life right now. And for that matter, his as well. She didn’t know all of the crap that he would be put through but she could imagine that it wouldn’t be easy. But hey, she would be put to the test as well. She figured that she should just tell him and get it over with as soon as humanly possible.
Sighing, Carmen looking up into his sad eyes and spoke quietly, "That’s not what I need to talk to you about. It’s about that night, yeah, but I mean. It’s something different." She allowed her voice to taper off as she had yet to find how exactly she was going to tell him. Willliam, however, took it upon himself ot interject. He decided to just play off her accusation by saying that Damien had been such a good boy. If Damien was a good boy then Carmen was Mother Theresa. Of course everyone knew how true that statement was.
Then, he tried to pacify her, almost, but there was a glint of evil in his eyes. In fact, it was more than a glint. He was just outright, staring her down. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at William again. How could he do such a rude and arrogant thing. She would just smack him, or punch him, in the face, if she thought that she could get away with it. However, she knew that even while inebriated, he could overtake her. That completely sucked.
She decided that pretty much, the only way to deal with him, would be to ignore him completely. Besides, her issue wasn’t even with William; it was with Damien. "Sorry to disappoint but I need to borrow your homeboy for a few minuets. If you just sit tight though, I’ll return him in one piece. Promise."
That last word was practice spat out of her mouth. She just didn’t want anything to do with William, at all. She turned away from him and reached out to grab Damien’s hand. She intertwined his fingers in his and started to walk in what looked like to be the direction for a bed room. Carmen hoped to find some place or form of privacy so they could talk in peace. She didn’t think that option would be easily accessible but she could always hope. As she continued to walk away from the living room and front door, she turned her head to look back at Damien. Trying to put on a brave face, she asked him, "So you doing okay there mister?"
A dull ache caused Carmen to bring her hand to her head. Everything that Damien was saying just made her feel worse. It actually made her feel more stressed. Now she almost didn’t ant to tell him what was on her mind, and going on in her body. She knew, deep down, that she wanted to tell him. She had to tell him. In actuality, if she was pregnant, it was his baby as much as it was hers. That thought scared the crap out of her. And now, here he was, being all sad and down. He wasn’t helping anything.
As he explained to her that he had kept his mouth quiet about them sleeping together, she bit her lip. He clearly wasn’t on the same wavelength as her. Then again, she didn’t expect him to be. He wouldn’t know that she had been very late for her period; that and she still didn’t have it. Also, he wouldn’t know she spent her mornings throwing up. Logically, to her, she seemed to be pregnant.
But then, he had to go on and say she was probably embarrassed. That wasn’t even the right word. She was just scared for her life right now. And for that matter, his as well. She didn’t know all of the crap that he would be put through but she could imagine that it wouldn’t be easy. But hey, she would be put to the test as well. She figured that she should just tell him and get it over with as soon as humanly possible.
Sighing, Carmen looking up into his sad eyes and spoke quietly, "That’s not what I need to talk to you about. It’s about that night, yeah, but I mean. It’s something different." She allowed her voice to taper off as she had yet to find how exactly she was going to tell him. Willliam, however, took it upon himself ot interject. He decided to just play off her accusation by saying that Damien had been such a good boy. If Damien was a good boy then Carmen was Mother Theresa. Of course everyone knew how true that statement was.
Then, he tried to pacify her, almost, but there was a glint of evil in his eyes. In fact, it was more than a glint. He was just outright, staring her down. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at William again. How could he do such a rude and arrogant thing. She would just smack him, or punch him, in the face, if she thought that she could get away with it. However, she knew that even while inebriated, he could overtake her. That completely sucked.
She decided that pretty much, the only way to deal with him, would be to ignore him completely. Besides, her issue wasn’t even with William; it was with Damien. "Sorry to disappoint but I need to borrow your homeboy for a few minuets. If you just sit tight though, I’ll return him in one piece. Promise."
That last word was practice spat out of her mouth. She just didn’t want anything to do with William, at all. She turned away from him and reached out to grab Damien’s hand. She intertwined his fingers in his and started to walk in what looked like to be the direction for a bed room. Carmen hoped to find some place or form of privacy so they could talk in peace. She didn’t think that option would be easily accessible but she could always hope. As she continued to walk away from the living room and front door, she turned her head to look back at Damien. Trying to put on a brave face, she asked him, "So you doing okay there mister?"
THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY SIN OF ESCAPE THIS AFTERLIFE. STEAL THIS AND SHE'LL SEND HER KILLER HAMSTERS OF DOOM AFTER YOU AND HAVE THEM CHEW YOUR EYES OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS. LYRICS BELONG TO NIGHTMARE BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD.
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