Post by jadecooper on Mar 23, 2013 15:41:44 GMT -6
Character Name: Jade Kovats
Nickname: N/A
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Grade: Junior
Subject: N/A
Race: Vampire
Play-by: Miley Cyrus
Appearance:
Your Age: 15
Other Characters:
Nickname: N/A
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Grade: Junior
Subject: N/A
Race: Vampire
Play-by: Miley Cyrus
Appearance:
Height: 5'10''Personality:
Weight: 114
Skin Color: Jade's skin is tan.
Hair: Her hair is brunette, with blonde streaks here and there, most obvious in the summer or sun. Her hair slightly curled, and Jade rarely bothers to straighten it. She would more often curl it. Her hair falls about 2 1/2 feet down her back, and more often than not, Jade leaves it down.
Eyes: Her eyes are a beautiful aqua blue, very perky and welcoming, aside from her typical mood. Slightly larger than most peoples, Jade's eyes represent a doe's. As this female gets hungrier, her eyes get darker, and after about four days, her eyes are almost solid black.
Clothing: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=61598841 By all means, Jade has style. Her closet is filled with trendy items, and she knows how to put them together. Jade couldn't stand going into town in drab. She wants to look good. Heels, crop tops, and destroyed/skinny jeans only include less than a half of her closet. Jade enjoys being in style, and it isn't a hassle. Her spoiling parents always send her the bills for her over-used credit card, so purchasing has never been a hassle.
This little female has an explainable personality. She is perky, exciting, and absolutely fun. Jade is social, and loves talking. She can tend to be overly perky, although she is friendly. Jade loves parties, and doesn't like missing them. She wants to keep everybody safe. Really hard, though, when you want to drink everyone's blood. Jade wants to protect people from her kind. She doesn't want to bite anyone. When her eyes go to black, she runs. She'll leave the room wherever she is. Jade wouldn't ever accept herself if she bit someone. She'd probably end up crying in a closet somewhere. This female is too emotional, and sometimes hates who she is. The vampire side. She wishes she could hang out with anyone without controlling thirst every time.History:
Jade is a person you could almost call lovesick. She believes in true love and riding off into the sunset on a white horse, with her lover in front of her. Yes, she knows the likely-hood is low, but a girl can dream. Jade could find herself debating in between love or not, typically just confusing her. She could easily get lovesick over the simplest of a person, for whatever reason she finds suffice. Jade is flirtatious, trying to find that perfect someone.
Although, no matter how sweet a person is, all need a bad side. Jade could just go insane if she wanted to. Eyes go black, and every now and then, if mad enough, she'll end up shifting into a panther. Although Jade hates it, sometimes it's too hard for her to control. But, a girl needs to do as a girl need to do, sometimes. She has a sharp tongue and is very good at bringing emotional pain if needed. A lot like a devil in an angels body, if you can imagine.
In what spare time Jade has, one of her favorite hobbies is singing and playing the guitar. She is exceptional at both, and absolutely loves it. She is nervous to play in front of a crowd, and doesn't. Only a select few ever hear her, and normally try to persuade her to share that talent.
Well, Jade's history has been different. Before she was bitten, Jade was a lot different. Angry, bratty, exact opposite of herself now. She hung out with everyone, only to learn that her best friend was a vampire. There she laid on the ground, hurt, alone. For a while, Jade felt dead. She knew she was. When she awoke, she felt different. No scars. Near perfect skin. Fangs in her mouth. Hungry, she tried to find blood. Food of some sort. Angry, and giving up, Jade began to run through the woods. Soon though, she felt different. Stopping and looking back, Jade saw a black pelt, short and long. Her second figure- which all figures got around 16- was a panther. Hunting instincts sunk in, and Jade found herself with a good kill. Returning to her "human" figure, the blue eyes Jade had returned, and she felt satisfied. She spent the next few weeks adapting her self to sensitive hearing, strong smelling, and quick speeds. Hiding it was only too hard.Name: Time, previously known as Bubbles.
Your Age: 15
Other Characters:
N/AContact Information:
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I've been thinkin' of ya.Sample Post:
My eyes glanced from side to side, wind tangling my mane. I didn't know how'd I'd gotten here, but something told me it was my fault. I was probably lost in thoughts, my mind not focusing on the direction I turned. It wouldn't care. But, I was just dodging trees. How could I have wandered this far from the woods I'd settled in was an unsolved question. But, all I worried of now, was how I'd get home. Back to the place where I'd nuzzle down in a warm, stone structure, blocked from wind, cold, and snow, and drift off into a sleep. That's where I somewhat belonged.
I was a wanderer, usually. I left places before I could call them home. I had never really called a place home until now. But, could I call this it? I didn't know. It seemed like I could. But I wouldn't make any promises yet. I'd stick to simply humming over the word "home." As always. It wouldn't seem quite right. Although somehow, the overgrown trails, tall cedars, and small caves seemed like home. At least, I'd tricked my mind into calling it home. "But, this isn't the place I belong." I say, looking around the 'scape. It was stone. Cold. Windy. Not where I wanted to be.
I sighed, frowning at the trail. It was narrow, and rubbly. It wouldn't make it any easier to find a place to settle before sundown. It was already around 5 I think, and I was lost. "Help?" I said, voice echoing. I gasped. I didn't mean for it to be that loud. I didn't want anyone to hear. I didn't mean it that way. Quit the babbling in your head, Mel. I hate it, and you need to figure out an excuse. Someone told me. I started to think. I could run, or babble like an idiot. Either way.
"I didn't mean it!" I screached when I heard someone behind me. Oh, crap.