Post by ritacherrytromson on Jul 1, 2009 18:23:37 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
[/color]a little attitude
RITACHERRYTROMSON[/color][/font][/b]
sup, my name is MLLE
been breathing air for SOME NUMBER OF years now
but only been living for THREE
you can drop me a line at THIS PLACE, PMS WORK WITH ME
hey teachers, hey creatures,
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nicknames: Ree or Riri
age: Sixteen
birthday: February 21st
gender: Female
orientation: Heterosexual
school year: Sophomore
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just wait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/color][/font][/center]take a breath of air before you faint
height: 5'1"
weight: 106 lbs.
build Petite, feminine
eyes: A dark amber color, brown at a glance.
hair: Many shades of brown, hanging limp on her shoulders.
distinguishing features: Nothing too peculiar other than her eyes, her high forehead, and slightly heart-shaped face.
tattoos and piercings: No tattoos, and no piercings other than the common pierced ears through the lobe.
personal style: Rita really likes hoodies, and is almost always seen wearing them. She's not one for skirts or dressy things, and is usually just seen wearing jeans and a tee-shirt under her hoodie. For footwear she only really wears sneakers. Nothing special, but when there is a dressy occasion she will wear something nice.
appearance: Rita has always had good posture, but this does not help her height (since she's already so short) or the way everyone sees her. She has never stood out, typically just the invisible nobody of high school. She doesn't mind this and makes no effort to change her low image.
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/color][/center][/font]or do you think you'll fight?
dislikes: Work, popularity, being too hot, that too-clean smell, swimming, aggressive people, ugly reality, sunshine, big cities, technology, having no shoulders to cry on, rules, parties.
strengths: Dancing, being indifferent to people's criticism, musical talent, healthy immune system, stays warm easily.
weaknesses: Flattery, nature's beauty, flirts, good music, adventure.
greatest fear: Being trapped in a clique.
greatest desire: To find her soulmate.
habits and quirks: Crossing her arms when she sits, her crooked smile, her obsession over rain.
overall personality:
Rita is a major sweetie. She's sensitive, sympathetic, gentle, and naive. Though she's used to being ignored, so when in public she comes off as mute and a little lost in her own world. If you interest her she doesn't find it impolite to stare at you, because nobody ever looks at her.
However, if you were to get to know her she would cling onto you immediately. That's one downside to her sweet personality, she's very clingy. She loves physical touch, and used to go around hugging everyone when she was young.
But Rita is a dreamer, with independent thoughts that clash with her dependent way of acting. Rita likes to stay near people, because it makes her feel real. When she's alone she feels almost ghostlike and this scares her.
As a dreamer, her dreaminess is almost always channeled into love. Rita constantly thinks of love, wants to be loved, and dreams of somehow finding her soulmate.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/color][/font][/center]we ain't fighting nothing
father: Leif Tromson, 40, DJ
siblings: Bailey (26, biologist), Caleb (23, college student), Brian (18, high school dropout), Cady (13, middle school student).
extended family: n.//.a
pets: Fifi the goldfish.
nationality: Mostly Canadian.
birthplace: Seattle, WA
history: Courtney was fully Canadian, but met Leif when she was vacationing in Seattle to see the Space Needle. They fell in love and Courtney moved to the United States permanently when they were married. Not long after Bailey was born, and following Bailey were four more children. Somewhere in there, second to last, was Rita.
Courtney and Leif were major party people. They usually left the children with a nanny, and when Bailey was old enough they let her babysit. This left Rita very ignored. She had that personality, moving with the flow of life, being invisible. Unlike Bailey, who was the loud and yet obedient child. Unlike Caleb who was the typical guy, a show off. Unlike Brian who lived his life to rebel and be bad. And unlike Cady who was the stubborn and spoiled princess.
Rita grew up among these people, and yet never really got to know them. When Rita was fourteen the family moved to New York for Leif's job. Rita started going to high school there, and although she wished very hard, her popularity didn't increase any. . . so she settled down and accepted being at the lowest end of the high school popularity chart, even beginning to hate those popular kids.
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way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/color][/center][/font]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
member title: The Bittersweet Shadow
roleplay sample:
console me in my darkest hour
convince me that the truth is always grey
Rita picked her way carefully along the forest, her feet ached from walking for so long, but she'd just found the most beautiful waterfall about an hour's walk away, and now she was scouting for more hidden beauty.
Her limp brown hair hung around her shoulders, curling slightly because of the lack of showers on the island. Well. . . warm showers. Rita hadn't been brave enough to soak herself in a waterfall, and it hadn't rained recently as far as she could tell.
She couldn't lie, Rita loved the island. It was so much better than her home. At home she wasn't acknowledged at all and it felt really bad. Here she wasn't acknowledged by people, but she was by animals and nature. That made the sting go away.
As she walked Rita heard a voice, a singing voice accompanied by the sweet sound of a guitar. This brought a smile to Rita's young face, for she loved guitars and could play them almost as good as she could play a piano. She followed the sound, leaping through the underbrush and scrambling over roots until she found the source of the music. It ended a little bit before Rita actually saw the person playing.
Rita stopped a ways off, looking the other person over. Then she looked down at her own outfit. Much less stylish than the other girl. She had on some plain, skinny jeans, a long gray tee that showed under her little blue sweatshirt. Rita sighed. Well, at least they had similar taste in shoes.
It was very unlikely for Rita to ever speak or introduce herself, so she didn't break the habit then. Instead she stood there, gazing at the other person. Was she still invisible to everybody? Or would she get a small "hello" or something out of this girl? It was rare, but Rita enjoyed being noticed.
caress me in your velvet chair
conceal me from the ghost you cast away
conceal me from the ghost you cast away
` Count ;; 310
` Lyrics ;; Losing Touch .. The Killers
` Outfit ;; Casual Riri
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I WANTED TO BE ME !
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