Post by Ruth Evans on Jan 29, 2007 15:13:49 GMT -5
Also just a quick question. How many characters are we allowed to roleplay? I had a mind to join three *pokes sig*, but I didn't see anybody else joining more than one, so I'm just wondering.
BASICS;;
Full Name; Ruth Evans
Age; 17
Hometown; Detroit
Parents; Rachelle and Desmond (R.I.P) Evans
Siblings; Molly, Josh
Home Dwelling; None
Education; Dropped out of high school
Employment; Unemployed
PHYSICAL;; ;;
Figure; Standing at a mere 5'4 and weighing 98 pounds, she has a thin and lanky build.
Clothing Style; She doesn't really dress in anything flattering or showing too much body. Ruth tries to avoid attention as much as possible. She'd normally wear something casual, like a long black skirt almost going down to the ground and a oversized black jersey, or just a plain and simple old pair of jeans and a floppy shirt.
Hair; Straight long pale brown hair falling just below the shoulder blade.
Eyes; A dark auburn colour almost to appear black
Lips; ?
Piercings; None
Flaws; She can't handle being too close to another person, let alone being touched by one. She has poor social skills and can sometimes be quite belligerent.
Tattoos; None
PERSONALITY;;
Personality; Ruth is an independant, self-sufficient character. She is happiest when on her own away from large, loud groups of people. She tends to become anxious and stressed when in the middle of a crowd of noisy people. She doesn't warm up to people easily, and most people tend to refer to her as "humourless, cold, distant" and other such things, though if you manage to befriend her you can trust her with your life, as she knows only too well how much lies can hurt.
Mental Illnesses/Disorders; Mild schizophrenia
INTERESTS;;
Likes; Reading, smoking, going for walks late at night, drinking, stormy/cold weather
Dislikes; People and being around alot of them, being touched, arrogant and ignorant people, her parents and siblings, backstabbers, liars, people who wear too much makeup, moths and butterflies
Hobbies; Playing guitar, listening to music, drawing and painting
NOW THE GOOD STUFF;;
Character History; Ruth grew up with her two siblings and parents in a relatively middle-class household. Her dad was a truck driver and her mother a bartender at a local club. To Ruth it seems like since she was born that she was the blacksheep of the family. Her siblings were always pulled ahead of her, and she never really got the love and affection a toddler needs. When she reached the age of twelve her parents divorced and Ruth and her brother and sister were raised alone by their mother. A year passed, and in the time her mother had started drinking and doings drugs after losing her job. From then on things only got worse when news came that their father had passed on due to heart failure. Ruth began suffering from depression and at the age of fifteen was arrested for illegal substance abuse and charged for several criminal offenses. After a year she'd just about had enough and ran away from home, or at least what was left of it. For another twelve months she stayed in a tiny apartment with a friend of hers, who gradually helped her to her feet again.
Sample Post;
The petite girl seated herself on one of many bar stools. Her auburn tinted hair hung loosely about her shoulders, her deep wistful eyes gazing around the club without much interest. Ruth was new here, in fact she had arrived here just little more than a week ago, but she did a good job at hiding it. A sigh escaped her vocals as thoughts about everything and everyone played over and over again in her mind. She absentmindedly ordered a beer as a bartender whisked past, drumming on the countertop with her fingertips. Nobody seemed to have been noted of her existence yet, but on the other hand, that’s about as far as her expectations went. But by now the girl had warmed up to the idea of being one of those people “just in the background”. And that’s how she wanted it.
Ruth looked up and thanked the bartender as an ice cold beer was placed before her. She gripped the bottle in her hand and took a swig. She returned it to its position on the counter. A delicate hand still cupped around the bottle, she gazed around inattentively at the infestation of people inside the club. The place in general looked pretty shit. The walls were a mess. The carpets were a mess. The people were a mess. The girl gave a small pitiful smirk. Seems familiar enough. She thought, stealing a quick glance behind her shoulder. A sigh escaped her vocals and she drained the rest of the beer. Ruth pushed back the stool and got up, gliding over to an abandoned corner at the far end of the building. She took out a cigarette and lit it. Her petite frame was mostly hidden by the shadows, apart from a thin strip of light shining onto her face. Arms folded across her chest and cigarette between her fingers, she leaned back against the wall and scornfully observed the bodies dancing to the booming music.
BASICS;;
Full Name; Ruth Evans
Age; 17
Hometown; Detroit
Parents; Rachelle and Desmond (R.I.P) Evans
Siblings; Molly, Josh
Home Dwelling; None
Education; Dropped out of high school
Employment; Unemployed
PHYSICAL;; ;;
Figure; Standing at a mere 5'4 and weighing 98 pounds, she has a thin and lanky build.
Clothing Style; She doesn't really dress in anything flattering or showing too much body. Ruth tries to avoid attention as much as possible. She'd normally wear something casual, like a long black skirt almost going down to the ground and a oversized black jersey, or just a plain and simple old pair of jeans and a floppy shirt.
Hair; Straight long pale brown hair falling just below the shoulder blade.
Eyes; A dark auburn colour almost to appear black
Lips; ?
Piercings; None
Flaws; She can't handle being too close to another person, let alone being touched by one. She has poor social skills and can sometimes be quite belligerent.
Tattoos; None
PERSONALITY;;
Personality; Ruth is an independant, self-sufficient character. She is happiest when on her own away from large, loud groups of people. She tends to become anxious and stressed when in the middle of a crowd of noisy people. She doesn't warm up to people easily, and most people tend to refer to her as "humourless, cold, distant" and other such things, though if you manage to befriend her you can trust her with your life, as she knows only too well how much lies can hurt.
Mental Illnesses/Disorders; Mild schizophrenia
INTERESTS;;
Likes; Reading, smoking, going for walks late at night, drinking, stormy/cold weather
Dislikes; People and being around alot of them, being touched, arrogant and ignorant people, her parents and siblings, backstabbers, liars, people who wear too much makeup, moths and butterflies
Hobbies; Playing guitar, listening to music, drawing and painting
NOW THE GOOD STUFF;;
Character History; Ruth grew up with her two siblings and parents in a relatively middle-class household. Her dad was a truck driver and her mother a bartender at a local club. To Ruth it seems like since she was born that she was the blacksheep of the family. Her siblings were always pulled ahead of her, and she never really got the love and affection a toddler needs. When she reached the age of twelve her parents divorced and Ruth and her brother and sister were raised alone by their mother. A year passed, and in the time her mother had started drinking and doings drugs after losing her job. From then on things only got worse when news came that their father had passed on due to heart failure. Ruth began suffering from depression and at the age of fifteen was arrested for illegal substance abuse and charged for several criminal offenses. After a year she'd just about had enough and ran away from home, or at least what was left of it. For another twelve months she stayed in a tiny apartment with a friend of hers, who gradually helped her to her feet again.
Sample Post;
The petite girl seated herself on one of many bar stools. Her auburn tinted hair hung loosely about her shoulders, her deep wistful eyes gazing around the club without much interest. Ruth was new here, in fact she had arrived here just little more than a week ago, but she did a good job at hiding it. A sigh escaped her vocals as thoughts about everything and everyone played over and over again in her mind. She absentmindedly ordered a beer as a bartender whisked past, drumming on the countertop with her fingertips. Nobody seemed to have been noted of her existence yet, but on the other hand, that’s about as far as her expectations went. But by now the girl had warmed up to the idea of being one of those people “just in the background”. And that’s how she wanted it.
Ruth looked up and thanked the bartender as an ice cold beer was placed before her. She gripped the bottle in her hand and took a swig. She returned it to its position on the counter. A delicate hand still cupped around the bottle, she gazed around inattentively at the infestation of people inside the club. The place in general looked pretty shit. The walls were a mess. The carpets were a mess. The people were a mess. The girl gave a small pitiful smirk. Seems familiar enough. She thought, stealing a quick glance behind her shoulder. A sigh escaped her vocals and she drained the rest of the beer. Ruth pushed back the stool and got up, gliding over to an abandoned corner at the far end of the building. She took out a cigarette and lit it. Her petite frame was mostly hidden by the shadows, apart from a thin strip of light shining onto her face. Arms folded across her chest and cigarette between her fingers, she leaned back against the wall and scornfully observed the bodies dancing to the booming music.
