Post by bethany0harris on Feb 10, 2010 18:57:27 GMT -5
...bethany alexandria harris*
*mad as a march hare... you do know that actually means the furry little creatures are all horny, right?*
[/size]*mad as a march hare... you do know that actually means the furry little creatures are all horny, right?*
...basics*
name Bethany Alexandria Harris
nickname Beth or Betty if you want to make her mad. Which I wouldn't advise.
age nineteen
gender Let's think... I happen to be short of one penis
grade freshman in college
hometown Newport, Vermont. Unfortunately.
sexuality Oh, I like 'em all.
reincarnate The March Hare
...appearance*
hair color Originally Brown, but now varies. Currently Pink.
eye color Grey
build slim, but healthy.
height 5'3"
clothing style Mostly Scene. A lot of bright colors and converse.
distinctive traits Her loud personality, and of course her hair.
...personal*
personality
Bethany honestly doesn't care what others think of her. This much can be seen from her wardrobe alone, not to mention her hair. In her tiny farming town, this was an odd thing, though. Some of her outfits even caused some "villagers" to literally chase her down the street with pitchforks. Fortunately, living in a farming town had its perks, and one of them was that she could run faster than anyone there.
But her flashy appearance would helped her stand out, and that's exactly what she wanted to do. Beth actually had a very nice singing voice, and a bright mind, though ADD. But she wanted more than life in a small town. She wanted so much more. Beth often dreamed of big cities and cars, which there were only about five or six of in her entire town.
Meanwhile, in the land of pitchfork-wielding senior citizens, if Beth couldn't outrun you, she was all too willing to turn around and throw a few punches. She'd beaten up almost every child in the village at least twice before elementary school, except for Isaak. He was the exception, and the only one.
past
Penelope Ecker and Richard Harris both grew up in Newport, and unlike most of their friends, they stayed. However, like most of their friends, they married their high school sweetheart. fifteen months after they were married, Beth was born. The brunette was a beautiful baby, and was especially fond of the stuffed toy rabbit they gave her at the hospital. She named her Bennie when she was old enough to speak, and was never seen without her from birth until one day in third grade.
She'd picked a fight, and this wasn't unusual. But the kids had noticed her stuffed toy and after she beat them up and they went back to class, one of the boy's snuck it out of her bag. At recess, Beth noticed it was gone, but it was too late. She ran outside to see the boy toss Bennie into the lake. Her parents bought her a real bunny five years afterwards, whom she lovingly named Edwin, but since then, Isaak was the only one she ever opened up to, and it seemed the same in his case.
In high school, she changed. She began to listen to more music, and focus on it more. That's when she started dyeing her hair and wearing all sorts of things. She wanted to stand out, though most everyone in the town knew her before the change anyways. Her parents were alarmed and her father disapproving, but her mother convinced him that it was only a phase.
present
It wasn't. Everything just started getting crazier and crazier. Until Isaak moved. When he moved to New York, Beth was devastated. Meanwhile, her parents wanted her to complete a summer course to get into the community college. But Beth knew she was better than that, and after a few weeks of depression, she packed her bags and left, leaving a note for her parents that simply said 'I'm following him.'
Now in New York, though she knew nothing of the place other than what she'd seen in pictures and movies, she found a suitable college, and even managed to get partial scholarship. She doesn't know where Isaak is, but she looks for him every day, and she'll be moving into her dorm soon so she won't have to sleep on benches anymore.
likes
Rabbits.
Hats.
Violence.
Tea.
Being Barefoot.
Colors.
Running.
Pissing People Off (only when she's bored).
Teasing Isaak.
Isaak.
The Strange Looks People give her on the street.
dislikes
Eggs.
Anything Ordinary or Dull
Order
Alcohol
Baths. (You're sitting in a vat of your own filth... No Thanks...) She prefers Showers.
Tanning in any unnatural way. If you want to be orange, just eat a lot of Tomatoes and Carrots. Tomatoes turn you red, Carrots turn you yellow combine 'em and bada bing. Way healthier, too.
other notes
...literature*
book title Alice In Wonderland
backstory
Becca only put one sentence, so I'mma be lazy.
The March Hare was an insane bunny who had tea with the Mad Hatter a lot and sang the Unbirthday Song with him in the Disney Movie.
...roleplayer*
name KITT
age FOURTEEN
gender SAME AS MY CHARACTER
rp experience FIVE TO SEVEN YEARS
how you found ouac I WAS THERE WHEN IT WAS MADE
rp sample
((it's a pretty old one, but I still like it~))
Cherith simply sighed, flicking the coffee pot impatiently. The man had been debating with the counter boy about how he found marshmallows in his hot chocolate when he specifically asked for none, and that he demanded a refund. Thankfully, no one else seemed to want coffee at the moment, as the other cashier was empty. He finally left, looking steamed, and Cherith breathed a sigh of relief then poured herself a coffee, slipping a five dollar bill onto the desk.
Picking up a book, she simply sat in a comfy chair hidden behind the counter and wall holding the several coffee-making-and-customizing appliances. Turning a page, she frowned as the wife of the first victim was murdered as well. Damn. That meant she'd guessed the killer wrong. Taking a sip of coffee, Cher wondered who had the next shift. She was still working, and there was a person officially on break at the moment, but shifts switched in about five minutes. Simply shrugging, she went back to her book. Lunch hour also started with the new shift, and that was the least busy part of the day. But it was Monday, so things would be doubly busy.
As she tried to turn another page, a bit of coffee spilled on her teal apron and grey vest over her white collared shirt. Sucking in a loud breath, she let it out on a low hiss, wiping the hot liquid off quickly, noticing that it had gotten on her light blue tie as well. Draping her apron on a hook, she put her feet up, grey argyle socks with black dress shoes resting on a red footrest. Dark jeans moved with her legs as she heard the tinkling of the bell yet again and walked back in to serve, as that was her duty. Oh, if only they knew. They'd all be running and begging her to give them mercy, and serving her if they knew she could kill them at any time, if she wanted to.
But then she spotted the elderly woman pushing her own wheelchair in, eyes bright yet dull. This woman was near the end of her life. Cherith blinked, not expecting the sudden wave of emotion. She would die 16 hours and 46 minutes from now... Cherith looked at the clock. It was exactly noon. Not even noticing that she'd heard the order and made it without screaming out loud, she handed it to the old woman and smiled kindly. "Heart attack..." she whispered to herself as the customer rolled away with a smile, and Cherith closed her eyes then sighed. This gift, this curse of hers... Did it hold no limits?
