Post by angel on Nov 23, 2009 21:22:31 GMT -5
Angelana Corda Aizel
* And people say you dye your hair and wear tight jeans, That doesn't mean that you can't scream like loud noise.
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HEY THERE. THE NAME IS Angel, AND I AM fifteen.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT five years
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE none yet. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS Roar, I'm a dinosaur.
- - - - nicknames, Angel, Angie, Ange.
- - - - gender, Female
- - - - age, Twenty
- - - - race, Human
- - - - sexuality, Hetero
- - - - occupation, Waitress
- - - - wealth class, Middle
- - - - other, ---
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- - - - hair, Blond
- - - - build, Average
- - - - weight, 128 pounds
- - - - height, 5 ft 6 and a 1/2
- - - - fashion sense, Angel's typical fashion consists of bright colored leggings, a knee length denim skirt, multiple bright tank tops and hot pink or lime green converse. She likes dark looking clothing paired with bright colors. Her jewelry is made up of studded bracelets, necklaces and gloves. She has an addiction to headbands.
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Quiet places, music, art, writing, singing, dancing, stars, water, animals, reading, and kindness[/b]
- - - - loathes,
The dark, obsessive people, snobby people, eerie scenes, crowds, vicious people, and alcoholic drinks.
- - - - strengths,
Intelligent, Witty, Understanding, Caring, Creative
- - - - weaknesses,
Emotional, quiet/shy, Easily fooled, Anger issues,negative, stubborn, and easily distressed.
- - - - dreams,
To be known for who she was, and not what she has done. To find truth in wrong. To know why she was different.
- - - - fears,
Crowds, the dark, superstitions, clowns, and deep waters.
- - - - overall personality,
Negativity- Angel is a downer. She doesn't see any postive in herself, only others. She gives up before she starts and hates everything she does. Despite this, she looks for positive things that might have something to do with her. She also won't accept any positivity about herself. She knows most find it annoying, so she is attempting at stopping it.
Stubborness- When it comes to completeing things, she won't budge until they are finished. Being an art lover, she leaves none of her work unfinished. Because of this, her appartment room is decorated in all of her paintings, drawings, and sculptures. The bad point of her stubborness is she doesn't like doing what she is told. To much pride. She is often told the stubborness could get her severely hurt. She normally finds that out the hard way.
Understanding- There are three things Angel is proud of with herself. The first is her capability of being able to understand situations and peoples problems. She takes things in slowly, as if her mind was a calculator calculating problems. She doesn't care who the person is, but only to help them through their problems. (Her stubborness kicks in here as well)
Creative- Artsy styles are her game. Angel is very creative and enjoys anything to do with the arts. One of her most favorite forms of expressing herself, through art, is dancing and drawing. Her personality is shown through her works.
Wittiness- Angel loves to crack jokes and share a few giggles with her friends. She likes to pull pranks on unsuspecting people when they aren't paying any attention. Her wittiness is what gets her through the days when she visits her family. Her great sense of humor makes her eyes sparkle for delight. When she see's laughter in other people's eyes, she feels happiness to the greatest extreme.
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- - - - pets, Angel has three kittens. Her kittens are triplets, which are named, Dog, Scampers, and Miles.
- - - - overall history, First years- Angel was born in a typical home, with a typical mom and dad. She acted like a typical child who went to a typical school.
Happy things rarely last. Her family was a very superstitious one, so when they noticed something wrong with anything, they immediately jumped to strange conclusions. They, unfortuantly, turned on their own daughter. Angel wasn't a normal child in the family. Unlike the normal brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin genes, Angel came out differently. She had blond hair, mismatched eyes and a light tan.
Due to this, her parent's pretty much shunned her, even more after her younger sisters were born. Shortly after her little sister turned five, her father passed away from unknown causes.
Teen Years- Angel went to highschool like a normal teenager. She was a almost straight A student, sare for her dropping grade in mathematics. She was a friendly girl in school, and at home, she was even sweeter despite the jokes from her parent, cousins (who had recently moved in with them) and her younger sister. After her dad's death, Angel and her closer to age sister became tight night, always gossiping in the corner about guys or a new book.
Current- Angel currently lives in a small appartment with her sister. SHe works as a waitress at a nearby cafe.
- - - - roleplay sample,
Is that really all we have? A couple of dollars and one change of clothing? Horrible! Who in the names did this, I wonder? echoed a questioning voice.
She looked up from where she was resting and frowned. That voice was somewhat annoying. It became a pest. Especially when...
"Hey now..." the voice echoed again, a figure appearing just after the voice faded. "Don't be acting that way toward your Spirit Sage. Me and you are one of a kind, Ms. Islanda..." she said, her hands on her hips.
"Oh hush. It's Isla. Islanda is to much to say. Spirit Sage? What on earth... Why can't I remember meeting you!" Isla exclaimed, throwing her arms up in an irritated way. She muttered under her breath and trudged foward, back slumped in a way. Why couldn't she remember? Where had she come from? Why did she always get rude looks from elves and other people? Wasn't she elfin? She had pointed ears and such, so why was she looked down
"You're a drow. Drows and upperland people don't mix... Now let's get to this school. Maybe they won't be such complete...Pests.."
"Like yourself," Isla muttered.
She looked up from where she was resting and frowned. That voice was somewhat annoying. It became a pest. Especially when...
"Hey now..." the voice echoed again, a figure appearing just after the voice faded. "Don't be acting that way toward your Spirit Sage. Me and you are one of a kind, Ms. Islanda..." she said, her hands on her hips.
"Oh hush. It's Isla. Islanda is to much to say. Spirit Sage? What on earth... Why can't I remember meeting you!" Isla exclaimed, throwing her arms up in an irritated way. She muttered under her breath and trudged foward, back slumped in a way. Why couldn't she remember? Where had she come from? Why did she always get rude looks from elves and other people? Wasn't she elfin? She had pointed ears and such, so why was she looked down
"You're a drow. Drows and upperland people don't mix... Now let's get to this school. Maybe they won't be such complete...Pests.."
"Like yourself," Isla muttered.
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