Post by Sarah Johnson on Mar 4, 2008 13:34:29 GMT -5
Name: Sarah Johnson
Age: fifteen
Affiliation [Which gang or neutral]: she isn't taking sides.
Physical Appearance: She wears tight jeans and t-shirts. Mostly anything considered 'emo.' She wears a black coat sometimes, only when it's cold. She wears black eyeliner in deep lines, and usually chooses earthy tones for eyeshadow and pale pink lip gloss. She likes to sport her favorite bands on shirts, like Disturbed or Korn. Even Rob Zombie. Her favorite piece of clothing is her religious shirt. It is black and it has a silver cross on it and it says 'God's Army' on it, under the cross.
She weighs 115 lbs. and stands at 5"6. She has dark brown eyes and blonde hair. She likes to wear her hair straight or in 'emo' ways.
Personality: Sarah is a sweet girl, who just happens to be broken. As a young girl, she learned to hate the mafia. She saw her father die before her eight-year-old eyes. She has anger issues towards the mafia and, dislikes herself for thinking about it, but loves to think of ways to torture the mafia members if she ever caught them. After what they'd did to her father, she'd kill anyone in her way. She didn't like the monster she was thinking about becoming, but atleast she wasn't a monster, yet.
She distrusts people, besides those she knows. The people that killed her daddy were believed to be close friends. They came into the house, said hi to her, and gave her a necklace. She was hesitant at first, and then they said that she could trust them. She smiled, happily, and took it, being the angelic child she was. Not long after, her father was dead. She was frantic. No longer is she afraid of dying, in general. She is a selfless person, as well. She wants to find a true love and hates being alone.
She is religious, which is the reason for why she is selfless. She is not afraid to die. Yet. However, she is afraid that she'll lose herself sooner or later. She's afraid the devil will get to her and she'll go bad. Kill someone, commit suicide, something like that. She's afraid of that.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Goals:
Fears:
History: She lived in a very dysfunctional family. Her mother was always 'running around on Daddy,' as her father had put it. Her Daddy, though she didn't know, was a drug lord. His addictions and overall job and how he carried it out upset a mob boss and he came to the house to visit. Apparently, they had been friends.
When she was eight years old, her father was killed in front of her eyes. The men had ran after her and tried to kill her, or so she thought, and she ran off. She stayed away from her house for two days then ran back home and found her mother there. She lived with her for years, and eventually they moved here.
RP Sample:
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Age: fifteen
Affiliation [Which gang or neutral]: she isn't taking sides.
Physical Appearance: She wears tight jeans and t-shirts. Mostly anything considered 'emo.' She wears a black coat sometimes, only when it's cold. She wears black eyeliner in deep lines, and usually chooses earthy tones for eyeshadow and pale pink lip gloss. She likes to sport her favorite bands on shirts, like Disturbed or Korn. Even Rob Zombie. Her favorite piece of clothing is her religious shirt. It is black and it has a silver cross on it and it says 'God's Army' on it, under the cross.
She weighs 115 lbs. and stands at 5"6. She has dark brown eyes and blonde hair. She likes to wear her hair straight or in 'emo' ways.
Personality: Sarah is a sweet girl, who just happens to be broken. As a young girl, she learned to hate the mafia. She saw her father die before her eight-year-old eyes. She has anger issues towards the mafia and, dislikes herself for thinking about it, but loves to think of ways to torture the mafia members if she ever caught them. After what they'd did to her father, she'd kill anyone in her way. She didn't like the monster she was thinking about becoming, but atleast she wasn't a monster, yet.
She distrusts people, besides those she knows. The people that killed her daddy were believed to be close friends. They came into the house, said hi to her, and gave her a necklace. She was hesitant at first, and then they said that she could trust them. She smiled, happily, and took it, being the angelic child she was. Not long after, her father was dead. She was frantic. No longer is she afraid of dying, in general. She is a selfless person, as well. She wants to find a true love and hates being alone.
She is religious, which is the reason for why she is selfless. She is not afraid to die. Yet. However, she is afraid that she'll lose herself sooner or later. She's afraid the devil will get to her and she'll go bad. Kill someone, commit suicide, something like that. She's afraid of that.
Likes:
- people that will protect her.
- religious people, just not overly religious people.
- friends
- her Daddy
- kids.
- being good.
- her personality.
Dislikes:
- her mother
- abusers, any at all.
- her mother's boyfriends.
- death.
- crashes. in fact, planes, trains, ships. scared to death of them.
- enclosed spaces and very public places. she has agoraphobia.
Goals:
- to take down anyone who is evil. people like those who killed her father.
- to go to Heaven.
- go to college.
- have a child.
Fears:
- going to Hell.
- to be subject to crimes.
- going to prison.
- what lurks in the darkness.
History: She lived in a very dysfunctional family. Her mother was always 'running around on Daddy,' as her father had put it. Her Daddy, though she didn't know, was a drug lord. His addictions and overall job and how he carried it out upset a mob boss and he came to the house to visit. Apparently, they had been friends.
When she was eight years old, her father was killed in front of her eyes. The men had ran after her and tried to kill her, or so she thought, and she ran off. She stayed away from her house for two days then ran back home and found her mother there. She lived with her for years, and eventually they moved here.
RP Sample:
"Don't even try, silly," Sarah said to a little girl she was holding that kept trying to steal her nose. The little girl couldn't have been but only six years old. Sarah had learned that her name was Mary. Sarah liked that name and made mental note that if and when she got out of the apocalypse, as she called it, she'd adopt Mary. Yes, that meant that Mary's parents were dead. Infected. It was so sad to Sarah. But, Sarah was comforted by the girl and comforted the girl.
Some of the guys around the building had been smoking pot and one of them had went by the bookcase, apparently talking to the zombies, but Sarah tried to pay no attention to him. Zombies were scary to her. She was all into self-sacrifice, but she didn't want to be a zombie. She didn't want to be eaten alive. She was okay with self-sacrifice if it'd be a quick death. Painless. She always imagined going out in a blaze of glory.
Mary giggled and grabbed her nose with a tiny hand and pulled. She then yawned and put her head on Sarah's shoulder, which made Sarah smile and want to cry. But, she didn't want to cry around the girl. She didn't want to cause alarm in the girl. She held it in, barely, and looked around her to keep her mind off things. She heard something. A thud. A big thud.
She looked towards where the bookcase and the druggie had been and saw that the bookcase was knocked over and a zombie was coming in. She screamed and held Mary close to her, running towards the roof, listening to the other screams, intent on reaching the roof. Soon she did, too. Mary saw the zombie and screamed, screamed, screamed. She didn't stop. Even when they arrived on the roof.
She heard the people panic and heard them talk of doom. Why did they have to be doomed? She walked towards Drake, who seemed to make plans, and covered the girl's ears. Mary had stopped screaming now and was just crying and shaking, violently. She was in shock, but she was alright. "What are we gonna do? This little girl can't take much more." She said to him.
Some of the guys around the building had been smoking pot and one of them had went by the bookcase, apparently talking to the zombies, but Sarah tried to pay no attention to him. Zombies were scary to her. She was all into self-sacrifice, but she didn't want to be a zombie. She didn't want to be eaten alive. She was okay with self-sacrifice if it'd be a quick death. Painless. She always imagined going out in a blaze of glory.
Mary giggled and grabbed her nose with a tiny hand and pulled. She then yawned and put her head on Sarah's shoulder, which made Sarah smile and want to cry. But, she didn't want to cry around the girl. She didn't want to cause alarm in the girl. She held it in, barely, and looked around her to keep her mind off things. She heard something. A thud. A big thud.
She looked towards where the bookcase and the druggie had been and saw that the bookcase was knocked over and a zombie was coming in. She screamed and held Mary close to her, running towards the roof, listening to the other screams, intent on reaching the roof. Soon she did, too. Mary saw the zombie and screamed, screamed, screamed. She didn't stop. Even when they arrived on the roof.
She heard the people panic and heard them talk of doom. Why did they have to be doomed? She walked towards Drake, who seemed to make plans, and covered the girl's ears. Mary had stopped screaming now and was just crying and shaking, violently. She was in shock, but she was alright. "What are we gonna do? This little girl can't take much more." She said to him.
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