Post by mariissaface on Sept 1, 2006 22:48:50 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU:
Name: Marissa
Age: 17
How long have you been role-playing: Uhm. For about 5-6 years.
How you heard about us: Through a friend. ^^
How active you plan to be: Everyday. Schools in. But Ill be on.
ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Full Name: Arielle Lixue Day
Age: 17
Gender: female
Race: Chinese Caucasian
Appearance:
Name: Marissa
Age: 17
How long have you been role-playing: Uhm. For about 5-6 years.
How you heard about us: Through a friend. ^^
How active you plan to be: Everyday. Schools in. But Ill be on.
ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Full Name: Arielle Lixue Day
Age: 17
Gender: female
Race: Chinese Caucasian
Appearance:
Classic. Mod.
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Denim.Plaid.Knit.Grunge.Metallic.
Collegiate.Military.Rockstar.EnglishCountry.
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Denim.Plaid.Knit.Grunge.Metallic.
Collegiate.Military.Rockstar.EnglishCountry.
All of the above.
Counted for Arielle.
slender and petite.
breast size needed some work.
Arielle; cinnamon brown hair, neatly layered, in the modern V. Cascading strait down her back. Side parted bangs hugging her heart shaped face. Cream toned skin, button nose, apricot blushed cheeks, full lips. Dark irises, surrounding what seemed to be never-resting dilated pupils. Almond shaped eyes, lined with a neat streak of dark brown liner, as deep lashes obstructed its view.
Arielle; delicate neck, diminutive shoulders, thin arms and a slender midsection, a slight California tan. Small hips and long legs. Standing 5'6 1/2.
Celebrity that they look Like: Model Laura Waidlich, Face of Olay in China
Personality: Modest in moments. Discreet at times. Though sometimes it just slips. Yet. Sly. Overcritical. And even Poisonous. Though she isn’t one to stab a back, she is one to befriend and gossip. Her closest friends are the only ones that have an antidote. To them she is kind, loyal and trusting. Never breaking a promise, never leaving their side when they need her. A true friend you could say.
Flaws: Overcritical. Even of herself. Never being able to just be accepting of herself. If it’s either, a mark she gets in school, or the way she looks in the mirror. She isn’t at the borderline between sanity and eating disorders. But she's getting pretty darn close with every glance at magazines, models and herself.
History: Her heritage. What is expressively hung on walls, in rooms, even in the incense that flows through her house. Gold, crimson, and emerald green scaled dragons, jade and bronze statues of lions, and small monkeys.
Her mother emigrated with her young father from the communist infested country of China. Her father, a young boy growing up in the United States coming from Scottish and English parents.
Arielle was a native. Native to the shores of the pacific coast. To the Golden State, platinum blonde hair, and fire hydrant red lipstick. Proud of her heritage though. Spending time walking through the streets of Chinatown, Little Tokyo and Korea town. She even bought a small turtle they sell in the streets of Chinatown.
She has been living, "The Platinum Blonde Life" just recently. Her fathers accounting career skyrocketed due to the rise of housing, minimum raise, and supply and demand. You could say she was the new girl to this high life.
Role-playing Sample: Her shadow was casted on the ground in front of the cherry blossom tree. Her slender fingers gently took a flower in-between them, as her long hair intertwined with the wind, whipping gently in front of her, slipping over her face, tickling her cheeks.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the smell of the salt from the sea. Though she could not see it, just as well from the front of the house, she could feel it.
Shifting from her seat on the stone bench, she opened her almond shaped eyes. Glazing over the large pots painted with indigo blue birds, carrying more cherry blossom saplings, the bridge towering above the koi pond and the bonsai trees just at the waters edge.
She got up, hands crossed over her chest, walking onto the bridge. Watching the fish quickly flap their tails above the water in a frenzy. Swarming yet under her shadow. She smiled, turned and walked inside.
Can You Handle the Drama?
Arielle; delicate neck, diminutive shoulders, thin arms and a slender midsection, a slight California tan. Small hips and long legs. Standing 5'6 1/2.
Celebrity that they look Like: Model Laura Waidlich, Face of Olay in China
Personality: Modest in moments. Discreet at times. Though sometimes it just slips. Yet. Sly. Overcritical. And even Poisonous. Though she isn’t one to stab a back, she is one to befriend and gossip. Her closest friends are the only ones that have an antidote. To them she is kind, loyal and trusting. Never breaking a promise, never leaving their side when they need her. A true friend you could say.
Flaws: Overcritical. Even of herself. Never being able to just be accepting of herself. If it’s either, a mark she gets in school, or the way she looks in the mirror. She isn’t at the borderline between sanity and eating disorders. But she's getting pretty darn close with every glance at magazines, models and herself.
History: Her heritage. What is expressively hung on walls, in rooms, even in the incense that flows through her house. Gold, crimson, and emerald green scaled dragons, jade and bronze statues of lions, and small monkeys.
Her mother emigrated with her young father from the communist infested country of China. Her father, a young boy growing up in the United States coming from Scottish and English parents.
Arielle was a native. Native to the shores of the pacific coast. To the Golden State, platinum blonde hair, and fire hydrant red lipstick. Proud of her heritage though. Spending time walking through the streets of Chinatown, Little Tokyo and Korea town. She even bought a small turtle they sell in the streets of Chinatown.
She has been living, "The Platinum Blonde Life" just recently. Her fathers accounting career skyrocketed due to the rise of housing, minimum raise, and supply and demand. You could say she was the new girl to this high life.
Role-playing Sample: Her shadow was casted on the ground in front of the cherry blossom tree. Her slender fingers gently took a flower in-between them, as her long hair intertwined with the wind, whipping gently in front of her, slipping over her face, tickling her cheeks.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the smell of the salt from the sea. Though she could not see it, just as well from the front of the house, she could feel it.
Shifting from her seat on the stone bench, she opened her almond shaped eyes. Glazing over the large pots painted with indigo blue birds, carrying more cherry blossom saplings, the bridge towering above the koi pond and the bonsai trees just at the waters edge.
She got up, hands crossed over her chest, walking onto the bridge. Watching the fish quickly flap their tails above the water in a frenzy. Swarming yet under her shadow. She smiled, turned and walked inside.
Can You Handle the Drama?