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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 7, 2009 3:01:01 GMT -5
Danke schon. Do I need to change the font or anything?
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Post by Abby! (: on Oct 7, 2009 5:54:46 GMT -5
OMG! I GOT IT! I'm going to play the girl's best friend Jenna... the girl who has yet to speek
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 7, 2009 13:38:21 GMT -5
Hazz, your character's picture looks like Shin. , and no you don't need to change anything. =) Okay, Abby I would like if you could post up that character sheet. Annnnnnd, we shall begin once we have the Brokenhearted boy.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 7, 2009 14:24:28 GMT -5
He does kinda. I thought he looked a lot like a younger Tripp Tribbett, the singer of MSR. Which is why his name is Derrick and people call him "Tripp". *nods* I can double as the brokenhearted boy if you want me to...?
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 7, 2009 14:33:20 GMT -5
Yeah, when you mentioned it I was like, "He does look a lot like Tripp...." I still say, someone cloned him and Shin together and then bang! Theres your character, Hazz. That would be great if you would do that. =)
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Post by Abby! (: on Oct 7, 2009 18:59:37 GMT -5
Name: Jennavive Raquelle Lavette
(Please don't use this anywhere else! It is my friend Diana!) Age: 17 Personality: Jenna doesn't talk. She hasn't since three years ago when her parents died. She's constantly listening to Michael Jackson on her Mp3 player. Before her parents were killed she was always the class clown making people laugh somehow either that or she was singing and playing keyboard or piano to some MJ song. She communicates by notecards and by singing. Gender: Female Bio: (It's going to be SUPER LONG!) August 23, 1992-"Look at her Don... she looks just like you." A woman wispered strokeing her head of her just born baby daughter. The small girl was wrapped in a pink blanket and a hat with pink and blue stripes was on her head. "Yeah... Ev... she's beatiful. Hi Jenna." The man put a finger on his daughters nose. The sleeping child sneezed as he did. The two parents snickered at her. "Hey Jennavive. Age 3- "Daddy. What sa lisen to?" Jenna asked standing on her tip toes. She looked at the old wooden record player. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and that was tied by a purple ribbon. "Well Jenna I'm listening to a song called "Triller" by Michael Jackson." Don told her. "Ohhhhh" Jenna said. And thats when it started. Every day she would come home from day care and listen to a new Michael Jackson song with her dad. Thats how she became addicted to him. Age 4 (Soon to be 5)- "Jenna... Jeeeennnnaaaa" Her mom said shaking her body slightly "Come on. It's your first day of big girl school." Jenna just moaned. Not yet ready to get up. "Come on Jenna. Daddy said that if you get up that you can listen to a song before school." Jenna's head popped up in excitement "Really?" she asked her mom. Her brown hair was a tangled matted mess and her brown eyes stared at her mom with curiosity. "Really. Now come on lets get ready my bunnie." Evalyn got her daughter out of bed. She helped her get dressed. Jenna ran down the stairs and looked at her dad. He smiled "Alright come on. Lets go listen." he said. Jenna bounced with excitement. Age 5- "Miri! Miri! Miri! Look Mommy and daddy are home!" Jenna jumped down from the piano bench. Yes she was learning how to play piano, And she already knew how to play "Earth Song" by Michael Jackson. She sang along with it as well. People have always complimented her on her voice as well. She looked at A dark skinned elderly woman. She was there new maid or nanny or something. But the only reason Don and Evalyn chose her is because Jenna liked Miriam instantly. Though Jenna calls her Miri. "They have the new baby!" she wispered jumping up and down with excitement. "Jennavive. Settle down." Miriam snickered looking at the five year old. Her parents walked into the house holding the baby girl. "Shh Jenna. She's asleep." Her mom said. She went and sat down on the couch and looked at Jenna "Come sit my bunny." Jenna went and sat next to Evalyn "Bunny this Kimmy." her mom said. Jenna smiled at the baby girl "Hi Kimmy. I'm your big sister Jenna!" Age 15- "JENNAVIVE RAQUELLE LAVETTE! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Her dad's voice echoed threwout the house. Jenna looked up from the computer and ran downstairs "Yes daddy?" she asked him. "What is this? And why did your mother find them in your pockets?" He held out a pack of cxggaretts. Jenna stood there trying to think of what to say. "Jennavive Raquelle answer me this instant young lady." he said "I just tried one daddy! It was desusting! I promace! My friend Amber gave the pack to me!" Jenna looked at her dad with pleading eyes "I shouldn't have tried them in the first place daddy! I'm sorry!" "You're going to be sorrier in a second. I'm takeing the record player out of your room." Don said starting to walk up the stairs "No daddy! Please don't!" Jenna pleaded. "Take the computer something else but not the record player!" tears welled up in her eyes. "Jenna be quiet Carmen is taking a nap!" Evalyn said looking at her daughter. "Shut up!" Jenna snapped. "I hate you! Both of you! I wish you were never my parents! That I was born to a better family!" she stormed out of the house and went to the local park in tears. Later that Evening.- "Jenna! Jenna!" Don's worried voice yelled "Jenna!" Jenna stayed in the tube slide not saying a thing. Tears stained her cheek. She regreated saying all of that. She didn't want to go out and face her dad. "Jenna." Her dad called again. His voice breaking. She could tell he was about to cry. She sighed and slid down the slide and went behind him "Daddy." she said. Don jumped slightly and turned around and grabbed Jenna hugging her tightly "Jennavive Raquelle don't you EVER run off like that AGAIN." he said hugging her tightly. Jenna broke down "I'm sorry daddy." She told him "I am! I really am. I should have never tried the cig and I shouldn't have run off like that and I should have never said what I said! I love you daddy! I really do!" she cried. "Shhhh. Jenna I love you to my baby girl." Don reasured his daughter "You scared me and your mother to death running off like that." he told her. They started walking back home. The next day.- Jenna sat in her desk writing down notes and humming "Dirty Diana" to herself. She always hated math. It was just numbers and all that stuff. To her it was all really confusing. The phone in the classroom started to ring. The teacher got it and nodded "Okay. Jenna they want you to go to the office. Bring your stuff you're going home." she said. Jenna cocked her head in confusion. Math was her first class and they were getting her out already? If they usually took her out early it was right before lunch. She grabbed her stuff and went to her locker and grabbed all she would need. She walked to the office and looked at Miri. She was holding Carmen and Kimmy was by her side crying. "What's going on?" Jenna asked "Jen... there was a shooting at your parents work. (Her parents work at the same work.)." "OH MY GOODNESS ARE THEY OKAY? WE NEED TO GO SEE THEM IN T HE HOSPITAL! COME ON!" she started saying all that her mind in panic mode. "Jenna... they're dead." Miri said. Jenna froze and tears welled in her eyes "No!" her voice squeeled "No! No no no no no" she kept saying over and over again "Come her Kimmy." she picked up her little sister and held her close both of the girls crying. Carmen was to young to understand. She sat up in Miri's arms sucking on her pacifire. Thats when Jenna whent into her depression. She didn't talk to anybody except for Miri and Kimmy and Carmen. She didn't talk to her bestfriends. Nobody. Today- Jenna sighed tapping her pencil. She was in Math... bleah... stupid numbers... She looked around at all the kids passing notes. And doing all that stuff. She looked at the new class clown. The one that took her spot at being the funniest in the school. Jenna sighed. She's stayed quiet at school for three years straight. The boucy entergetic girl who was contsantly singing and playing piano went away. She still sings and plays piano at home. But nowhere else. She had to move out of her nice house. And into a crappy aparment with Miri as her neighbor. She missed the old times. And wanted to go back but didn't know how Pet: None Brokenhearted or Best Friend: Best friend Appearance: She stands at 5'1 and is slightly overweight. But she looks good with her extra weight. She wouldn't look right without it. (I know she's not wearing the outfit in the picture. But diana said no to wearing what I asked when we were going to take one of her as Jenna !) Jenna is wearing neon green and purple Nike's with drawings and her name printed clearly on them and rainbow knee high socks. Light pink tights and jean shorts with a grey PEANUTS shirt with the comic strips all over it. Her dark brown hair is tied back with a purple ribbon but she has a bang infront of her right eye only showing her left mud brown eye. Theme Song(s):
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Post by Abby! (: on Oct 7, 2009 19:02:57 GMT -5
I'm so cool that I copied this from a past rp xD
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 8, 2009 12:37:58 GMT -5
Mhm! *sigh* I've become attached to him and I've yet to even use him. *huggles Derrick* I'm hopeless; as soon as I write my sob-story past for the characters I become severely attached. Oh yes, so cool. But not quite as cool as the cool conceited losers. ;D Haha! I feel weird today. Like, tired but wide awake and.... Something else I can't quite put my finger on. I stayed up really late texting Jessiah last night.... *yawn*
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 8, 2009 17:13:57 GMT -5
, I know how you feel, Midnite. Again, I know how you feel. Me and my friend stayed up all night last night playing Dynasty Warriors. Xing Cai for the win!
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 12, 2009 19:04:17 GMT -5
Name: December Malice Black Age: Eighteen Personality: December was once a very fun guy, always making people laugh and having a good time; very happy-go-lucky and nothing really ever got him down. Now, he’s quiet and depressed; he still talks but he isn’t the extremely outgoing person he was before. December is a caring, loyal person but something in him died and he isn’t quite the boy he once was. Gender: Male Bio: December was born November 1st just after midnight to his mother Laney Bowden and his father Justin Black. They each held the little baby boy, clad in a blue full-body outfit with a matching blue and white polka dot hat. "Hello, December. I'm your mama," Laney said with a smile. Justin smiled at his wife and son, the two most important and special things in his life. An hour later, Laney was dead, childbirth having taken too much from her. Justin was in shock. Age five. Justin found a new woman to call his wife. He always used December's mother's death against him, blaming it on him everytime he got the chance. Justin's new wife had a son only half a year younger than December and their parents assumed the two would get along very well; this, of course, was not true. To start off, his step-brother was spoiled and a huge jerk, but as soon as someone was around the two he was a complete angel. Ironically enough, that was his name. Age Twelve. Angel and December were outside playing street hokey with some friend. Laughing, grinning, bantering; it was the only time Angel and December actually got along was when they were in competitions against other people. A car sped down the road the game was going on, barely giving the boys time to get out of the way. Angel lay motionless in the middle of the street. That night at the hospital, he was in crucial condition and in a coma. "Your mother wasn't enough so you try to kill your step-brother." Just shook his head and sighed. December's jaw dropped, "N-no, of course not!" Justin glared icily at his son, "I saw you push him, December. Don't deny it, I saw you with my own two eyes! And you have never hidden your distaste for Angel either." December was in shock. How could his father even think of saying such a thing? Sure December and Angel didn't get along all the time and they were always ranting off how they didn't like each other but neither of them would do something like that. Age Sixteen. Angel was still in a coma. December's dad and step-mom barely acknowledged him, and when they did it was always with harsh comment and blaming him for anything they could think up. They all had moved a year ago when Angel was transferred to a hospital that was expected to be able to help him better. None of that mattered to December though, because December had Sarah. She was always there for him and he was always there for her, he loved her more than life itself. December decided to give a surprise visit to his girlfriend and climbed up the tree that they used to sneak in and out of Sarah's house. December looked through her window and his heart shattered. Sarah was in another man's arms, kissing him intently. December slunk back home, numb and broken. He walked into the house and looked for his parents but they weren't home. A note on the fridge stated that they had gone to the hospital and Angel had finally woken from his coma. December didn't care; he just walked up to his room and climbed out the window to get to the top of the roof. He sat there for the rest of the day just thinking. Finally he stood up and looked at the ground below; if he jumped, the darkness would envelope him and pain would be nothing compared to the aching in his chest. December took a breath and stepped over the edge. It seemed like he had never reached the bottom but everything hurt and it was dark, he welcomed the pain with open arms. He opened his eyes to the bright light of the hospital and swore; he was still alive, but only in technical terms since a great deal of him had died upon seeing his girl betraying him like she had. Age Seventeen. December didn’t really talk to anyone anymore, just his friends. His arms and legs were covered in scars, burns, and cuts. He never thought twice when the razor or flame didn’t hurt sometimes and other times the pain was excruciating. He was seeing a therapist two times a week since his suicide attempt. It hadn’t been the only attempt either; the most recent had only been a couple weeks ago when he tried to drown himself in a friend’s hot tub. He avoided Sarah and hadn’t spoken a word to her since he had seen her that day, and she never stopped trying to talk to him. December knew she was losing interest since she only called three or four times a week instead of three of four times a day. Pet: Sweeney the tarantula Brokenhearted or Best Friend: Brokenhearted Appearance: December stands at 5’11” and weighs 149 lbs. He has long, shaggy brown hair that hangs over his green eyes. He usually wears long sleeve shirts or hoodies and jeans to cover the pale scars covering his arms and legs. He often writs on his arms and hands with Sharpie since he is too indecisive to get a tattoo. His tongue is pierced as is his left eyebrow. Theme Song(s): A Little Piece Of Heaven – Avenged SevenfoldBlack Rose Dying – BlessthefallLoveSongs (They Kill Me) – Cinema Bizarre
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 12, 2009 21:05:28 GMT -5
Okay. =)
Once you're done I'll put up the IC, by the way I am sorry if some of my spelling will be incorrect.... Got a headache, and I'm sick, so it's kinda hard to focus... I about half fell down the stairs on my way down here.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 19, 2009 12:28:08 GMT -5
There, I finished! Sorry I took so long. Dx
Also, Abby said she wanted to be the boy's best friend. *nods*Just thought I would point that out. *is shot*
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 19, 2009 23:26:40 GMT -5
Great, I'll have the IC up. =)
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Post by Abby! (: on Oct 20, 2009 5:54:24 GMT -5
I HAD WAFFLES FOR BREAKFAST! Dey were yummay!
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 20, 2009 11:31:00 GMT -5
Awesome, Abby. Today is my birthdaaay. *claps*
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