Post by dopey101 on Mar 1, 2010 15:35:10 GMT -5
...Kyle Nicolous Vickson*
*You never know what will wash up on the beach*
[/size]*You never know what will wash up on the beach*
...basics*
name Kyle Vickson
nickname Just Kyle
age twenty-two
gender male
grade Sophmore in Collage
hometown Seatle, Washington
sexuality Straight
personification The Prince Eric from the Little Mermaid
...appearance*
hair color Brown
eye color pale blue
build Lean
height 5' 9"
clothing style Sometimes formal, usually t-shirts, and jeans though.
distinctive traits Girls seem to fall all over him, but he doesn't date much. he says he's looking for that special someone.
...personal*
personality
past AT LEAST THREE PARAGRAPHS
present AT LEAST TWO PARAGRAPHS
family PARENTS AND SIBLINGS
likes AT LEAST FIVE
dislikes AT LEAST FIVE
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title TEXT HERE
backstory A BRIEF SUMMARY OF YOUR CANON'S PART IN THE STORY. ONE-TWO PARAPGRAPHS
...roleplayer*
name Amanda
age 13
gender female
rp experience maybe a year-ish
how you found ouac rebecca
rp sample Natalie sighed as she woke up, the sun streaming down through her windows. Todays was it. It was the last day before her parents shipped her off to boarding school. The Baum Academy or something like that. Anyway, she was glad to get away from her family. She was tired of the twins trying to make her laugh, and most of the others just ignoring her period. Though, she would miss the big window she sat in every night and looked at the stars, though she could see so many less then on the res- no she couldn;t think about that.
She stood up and brushed her dark hair, until not a tangle was left, just to waist time before she would have to exit her sancuary. Then she sighed, not leaving wouldn't help. Her bags were packed, her closet was empty except one outfit, destined to be worn today. She slipped it on, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail, even after brushing it for a solid twenty minutes. Oh well better now then latershe thought to herself leaving her room.
Nat pulled out a haphearted smile as she entered the kitchen, her family looking at her. She swiped a peace of toast of the rich brown counter top and took a bite. Her family semmed to be looking ta her in a way, that was the the norm. Almost pity, but almost a bit smug too. She wanted to growl an insult at her family, feeling as if they were glad she was going. So, Nat frowned, dumped the rest of her uneaten toast in the trash and walked outside, feeling as if it was her last, though she knew it wasn't.
