Post by Crimson Cheers on Mar 22, 2006 12:17:00 GMT -5
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Name: Lindsey, or Linds.
Age:16
Contact: mookeybk@aol.com
Role Playing Experience: I have been on different roleplaying sites for a bout 4 years now, and have been roleplaying with friends as well.
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Role Play Sample: Obviously this will be a sort of teen/cafe roleplay.
The bell on the door to the cafe tinkled merrily as Brent entered, shutting the door quietly behind him. It was early in the morning, and the bright pastels in the sweet smelling cafe seemed to jump fiercely out at him. He was never a morning person. Especially a Saturday morning person.
Long legs carried him over to the counter, where the coffee and frappes were made for the wonderful customers. Upon reaching this, he leaned his elbow on the polished wood, cocking his head charmingly at the girl that approached him, wearing one of the cafe's aprons. She looked up at him, seemingly unphased by the males charming expression.
Brent himself grinned, azure eyes sparkling as he looked over the chalkboard menu behind her, clicking his tongue as he did so.
"Uhm... Can I get one of those mocha things? Y' know, the one with the chocolate? With extra sugar, puh-lease."
He never really needed the sugar, but he liked the extra spurt of energy to get him through the day. And the sweetness added a zip to the drink.
He quickly retrieved his drink, paid, and went to seat himself down. Pulling up a chair he let out a sigh as he sat, lifting the steaming, frothy cup to his lips. Ahh, the lovely taste of pure, liquid adreniline.
Brent Larkens was a senior in high-school. Looking a bit young for his age, he seemed almost too innocent. A pale, round face was accented by large, oval blue eyes, topped by a mess of mop- like brown hair. Ah, his hair. Silky and smooth, it had lived through many bleaching and dyings. But now, it was colored a plain, light shade of brown with a few flicks of blonde from the previous bleach shining through. He could never get it right. He was somewhat short for his age of seventeen, but thin and of average weight.
His clothing was normal enough, he supposed. It was a mixture of emo, punk, and prep all at once, if it was possible to put them together. A nice, faded pair of blue jeans were propped up on his hips, secured tightly by a thin black belt.
A light, just fitting black tee shirt was hugging his thin chest , plain and normal as ever. Who said you couldn't be fashionable by just wearing normal things? Protecting his feet was a pair of hefty chucks, worn from over the ages.
He lifted the cup to his lips again, taking another sip slowly.
Ah that stuff was good.
The Genres: Vampire, //, Modern, Teen, Mature. About anything except Fantasy stuff.
Name: Lindsey, or Linds.
Age:16
Contact: mookeybk@aol.com
Role Playing Experience: I have been on different roleplaying sites for a bout 4 years now, and have been roleplaying with friends as well.
Info||
Role Play Sample: Obviously this will be a sort of teen/cafe roleplay.
The bell on the door to the cafe tinkled merrily as Brent entered, shutting the door quietly behind him. It was early in the morning, and the bright pastels in the sweet smelling cafe seemed to jump fiercely out at him. He was never a morning person. Especially a Saturday morning person.
Long legs carried him over to the counter, where the coffee and frappes were made for the wonderful customers. Upon reaching this, he leaned his elbow on the polished wood, cocking his head charmingly at the girl that approached him, wearing one of the cafe's aprons. She looked up at him, seemingly unphased by the males charming expression.
Brent himself grinned, azure eyes sparkling as he looked over the chalkboard menu behind her, clicking his tongue as he did so.
"Uhm... Can I get one of those mocha things? Y' know, the one with the chocolate? With extra sugar, puh-lease."
He never really needed the sugar, but he liked the extra spurt of energy to get him through the day. And the sweetness added a zip to the drink.
He quickly retrieved his drink, paid, and went to seat himself down. Pulling up a chair he let out a sigh as he sat, lifting the steaming, frothy cup to his lips. Ahh, the lovely taste of pure, liquid adreniline.
Brent Larkens was a senior in high-school. Looking a bit young for his age, he seemed almost too innocent. A pale, round face was accented by large, oval blue eyes, topped by a mess of mop- like brown hair. Ah, his hair. Silky and smooth, it had lived through many bleaching and dyings. But now, it was colored a plain, light shade of brown with a few flicks of blonde from the previous bleach shining through. He could never get it right. He was somewhat short for his age of seventeen, but thin and of average weight.
His clothing was normal enough, he supposed. It was a mixture of emo, punk, and prep all at once, if it was possible to put them together. A nice, faded pair of blue jeans were propped up on his hips, secured tightly by a thin black belt.
A light, just fitting black tee shirt was hugging his thin chest , plain and normal as ever. Who said you couldn't be fashionable by just wearing normal things? Protecting his feet was a pair of hefty chucks, worn from over the ages.
He lifted the cup to his lips again, taking another sip slowly.
Ah that stuff was good.
The Genres: Vampire, //, Modern, Teen, Mature. About anything except Fantasy stuff.