Post by Adelaide James on Aug 16, 2006 20:19:26 GMT -5
First and last names: Adelaide James
Nicknames: Ace, AJ, Puppydog (Never Addie)
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen-years-young
Height: 5'5"
Hair color: Chocolate brown with streaks of purple and lime green. It's layered and goes down a little past her shoulders.
Eye color: Honey
Personality: Ace is outgoing and she's a leader. She likes to be the center of attention...a lot. It's not like she'll fight for it, and she's not jealous when others are. Just when the opportunity arises, she's not going to leave it hang. AJ is also a very good artist. She also likes theater. She began drawing at a very young age. She loves grafitti art. She hopes to become a tattoo artist when she gets older. Adelaide also doesn't really have a label. She's not all artsy-fartsy, whatever. She's really tough. She won't really take much crap from anybody, and she's not afraid to put someone in their place. That can get her in trouble sometimes for 'disrupting the peace.' Yeah, she's weird.
Past: Adelaide grew up in San Diego. She didn't exactly grow up around the rich and the beautiful, though. She lived in a little one-story rent house just off the tourist-ridden beach. Her mother had a slight alcohol addiction, leaving her father to take care of her and her older brother. The only problem was that he was out a lot for his work. He held three jobs. This had the two children entertaining themselves most of the time. But how hard could that be? After a while, Ace got into writing and drawing. The beach and the sunbathers proved as good models for her to sketch. Soon after she researched different types of art and discovered her own style. She created her own little world in her head.
Pets: Ace keeps one adult male garter snake in a tank by a window. She calls him Sylvester, and she found him, well technically he found her, on a trip to New England. He had gotten into her car about three years ago up in Massachusetts. Unknowingly, they drove off with him. Because they lived on the beach and were way too busy to drive somewhere to set him free, they decided to keep him and let him live a happy life with them.
He looks kind of like this: www.alanbauer.com/images/Critters%20Small/Garter%20snake%20head%20close-up.jpg
Ace also has a black cat, Holly, and a Bull Mastiff, Bud. They stayed at home, though. Some day they might come to live with her at the school, but for now it's just Sylvester.
Picture: www.cardiffontheweb.com/featuredlinks/uploads/logo1632pic_txtunskt-KT-Tunstall.jpg
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That's KT Tunstall, in case you didn't know. ^^
Sample post: I hope you don't mind that it's from another website. It's not even a human post. I'm sorry but I'm too lazy right now to make up a post, and I'm not currently on another human roleplaying website. I roleplay basically the same way, though.
Bart leisurely paddled onto the shore of Risawu Beach. A small log was clenched in his teeth. A few minutes ago the big black dog had spotted it a few yards out into the ocean. His powerful muscles fought against the current that was constantly trying to pull him back out. Soon, he was back on shore. The Newfoundland lay the log down in front of him so that his legs would catch it if the tides attempted to pull it back out. Bart shook himself furiously, trying to get as much of the salt water off of his coat as he could. He then picked his prize back up and headed up along the beach toward the trees. His paw prints set small examples of erosion because about as soon as they were there, the tide swept in and made them disappear.
The white sand on the more dry spots of the beach stuck to the dog's damp feet. As he made his way up to the shadows the sand began to cake itself in between his webbed toes. It was starting to become slightly uncomfortable for the dog. When Bart reached the trees and walked into the cooling shade, he shook himself off one more time before realizing that getting the sand on his fur was inevitable. He lied down next to his log and began picking the sand out of his toes with his teeth. Finally most of it was gone, and he could return to what he had planned on doing in the first place. He chewed on his wood (okay, that sounded a little nasty) for a while as he surveyed the beach. His dark eyes spotted a female. A tan and white dog. The black dog watched her like a hawk as she padded along the beach. He wondered why she wasn't swimming in the water, or beating the heat in the shade like the rest of the animals. But then, he wondered if it was the light shades of her fur. Himself, being dark, had to always be more careful about overheating than other animals.
Nicknames: Ace, AJ, Puppydog (Never Addie)
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen-years-young
Height: 5'5"
Hair color: Chocolate brown with streaks of purple and lime green. It's layered and goes down a little past her shoulders.
Eye color: Honey
Personality: Ace is outgoing and she's a leader. She likes to be the center of attention...a lot. It's not like she'll fight for it, and she's not jealous when others are. Just when the opportunity arises, she's not going to leave it hang. AJ is also a very good artist. She also likes theater. She began drawing at a very young age. She loves grafitti art. She hopes to become a tattoo artist when she gets older. Adelaide also doesn't really have a label. She's not all artsy-fartsy, whatever. She's really tough. She won't really take much crap from anybody, and she's not afraid to put someone in their place. That can get her in trouble sometimes for 'disrupting the peace.' Yeah, she's weird.
Past: Adelaide grew up in San Diego. She didn't exactly grow up around the rich and the beautiful, though. She lived in a little one-story rent house just off the tourist-ridden beach. Her mother had a slight alcohol addiction, leaving her father to take care of her and her older brother. The only problem was that he was out a lot for his work. He held three jobs. This had the two children entertaining themselves most of the time. But how hard could that be? After a while, Ace got into writing and drawing. The beach and the sunbathers proved as good models for her to sketch. Soon after she researched different types of art and discovered her own style. She created her own little world in her head.
Pets: Ace keeps one adult male garter snake in a tank by a window. She calls him Sylvester, and she found him, well technically he found her, on a trip to New England. He had gotten into her car about three years ago up in Massachusetts. Unknowingly, they drove off with him. Because they lived on the beach and were way too busy to drive somewhere to set him free, they decided to keep him and let him live a happy life with them.
He looks kind of like this: www.alanbauer.com/images/Critters%20Small/Garter%20snake%20head%20close-up.jpg
Ace also has a black cat, Holly, and a Bull Mastiff, Bud. They stayed at home, though. Some day they might come to live with her at the school, but for now it's just Sylvester.
Picture: www.cardiffontheweb.com/featuredlinks/uploads/logo1632pic_txtunskt-KT-Tunstall.jpg
www.rhul.ac.uk/whats-new/news2006/KT%20Tunstall_2.jpg
data.muzikus.cz/save/db_images/18857
www.contactmusic.com/new/home.nsf/Lookup/katiex25x04x05xmc/$file/katiex25x04x05xmc.jpg
That's KT Tunstall, in case you didn't know. ^^
Sample post: I hope you don't mind that it's from another website. It's not even a human post. I'm sorry but I'm too lazy right now to make up a post, and I'm not currently on another human roleplaying website. I roleplay basically the same way, though.
Bart leisurely paddled onto the shore of Risawu Beach. A small log was clenched in his teeth. A few minutes ago the big black dog had spotted it a few yards out into the ocean. His powerful muscles fought against the current that was constantly trying to pull him back out. Soon, he was back on shore. The Newfoundland lay the log down in front of him so that his legs would catch it if the tides attempted to pull it back out. Bart shook himself furiously, trying to get as much of the salt water off of his coat as he could. He then picked his prize back up and headed up along the beach toward the trees. His paw prints set small examples of erosion because about as soon as they were there, the tide swept in and made them disappear.
The white sand on the more dry spots of the beach stuck to the dog's damp feet. As he made his way up to the shadows the sand began to cake itself in between his webbed toes. It was starting to become slightly uncomfortable for the dog. When Bart reached the trees and walked into the cooling shade, he shook himself off one more time before realizing that getting the sand on his fur was inevitable. He lied down next to his log and began picking the sand out of his toes with his teeth. Finally most of it was gone, and he could return to what he had planned on doing in the first place. He chewed on his wood (okay, that sounded a little nasty) for a while as he surveyed the beach. His dark eyes spotted a female. A tan and white dog. The black dog watched her like a hawk as she padded along the beach. He wondered why she wasn't swimming in the water, or beating the heat in the shade like the rest of the animals. But then, he wondered if it was the light shades of her fur. Himself, being dark, had to always be more careful about overheating than other animals.
