Post by emmerson dahlia kensington on Sept 10, 2009 4:50:50 GMT -5
emmerson dahlia kensington ,
" you're in the city of lights, and i want to know everything. "
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]name: emmerson dahlia kensington. if it weren't for her middle name it would sound like a total dude's name. she goes by em, emmy, and anything else you can think up to remind yourself you're talking to a girl.
age: twenty-one. november 1, 1988.
body type: tall, skinny, girl-shaped....
distinguishing features: looong wavy brown hair.
member title: up all night party girl. nyu drop-out.
" that family of yours, i hear it's pretty interesting. "
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]parents' names: barry kensington of california & jinx chalet of washington. divorced.
siblings' names: none.
outside family: nay.
" i guess you could say nyc is the city of love.
so, tell me all about that love life of yours. "
so, tell me all about that love life of yours. "
[/size][/font]sexual orientation: straight with bi-sexual tendencies.
significant others: none.
" am i prying too much? no? well, then, tell me
about every skeleton in that closet of yours. "
about every skeleton in that closet of yours. "
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the briefing: having suffered from depression and an unstable childhood, emmy turned to alcohol and drugs to keep her occupied. these eventually took a toll on her personal life and she decided to seek help for her issues when she was nineteen. after being released from a treatment center early, against the wishes of her doctors, she moved to new york city. she struggles to take care of herself in such a fast-paced city. she has recovered from most of her drug use, but still dabbles in some. her drinking isn't as heavy, but she still drinks on a regular basis. the substances running her life forced her to drop out of school. her sleeping pattern is way out of whack also, and she usually stays out all night and sleeps all day. she really needs a some better influences. she wants to change, but she can't find the strength to do it for herself.
the secret: "I drink because my parents don't care. I wish they did."
the loose ends: to be continued....
" that person behind you, who are they? "
[/blockquote][/size][/font]your name: BRIT!
your age: 20
contacting: pm. aim.
secret phrase: who needs rules!? heh j/k -admin edit!-
extras: i love pickled okra like woah.
roleplay sample:
Mafalda watched Ethan carefully as he took a seat across from her. Apparently he was going to stay there and talk to her, instead of requesting that she leave so he could go about his business without anyone knowing. She watched him remove his cloak as well, just more proof that he was going to settle in for awhile. She eyed him from bottom to top and then back down again, mentally slapping herself in the face when she realized what that might look like. She hadn't been 'checking him out' at all, but just taking in his style of clothing. If he expected her to be surprised by it, she wasn't. Most of the students at Hogwarts assumed Mafalda had your average magic upbringing, based on the clothes she wore. The miss-matched colors, leg warmers, head scarfs, and bright tights she wore were that of your typical teenage witch, but the truth was that her mother was very low on money and opted for making Mafalda's clothes. If it didn't come from a clothing bin at a thrift store, it was usually an original creation. Mafalda had no choice but to dress the way she did, which some described as 'loud.' It was fine by her though, because growing up with a lack of fashion made her better appreciate the clothes that she did have; she didn't mind it at all. Besides that, she had grown up your typical muggle child. Her mother had no magical abilities, and she didn't know her father or that he was even a wizard. The clothes Ethan wore were refreshing, reminding her of the styles back home.
Most of the time Mafalda didn't have her robes with her. She felt the same way about them as he did, and usually complained that they did nothing for her figure, only making her look short and stalky. Instead, she sat across from him wearing a lightweight, loose-fitting blue sweater and tight jeans, cut off just above the knees. She was actually a tad dressed down on that particular evening. It was warmer than usual for the time of year. Mafalda didn't want to dress in more layers than necessary, especially if she would just end up shedding them as the night progressed. It seemed like it was growing warmer by the minute, so there was no reason to make herself miserable. She smiled when he tilted his head, feeling slightly like her expression was being examined.
He did his best to not answer her question, and now only left her even more curious as to what he had heard. How was she supposed to not worry about people who were talking about her? She decided not to nag him about it though, and left it at that. She knew that she shouldn't let peoples opinions affect her, but she couldn't always help it. She was only human. Any person could say that they didn't care when people talked down about them, but in truth it had to hurt a bit. If you had any respect or self-worth you couldn't be blamed for having hurt feelings. "Uh huh," was all she said in reaction to him. It was more than obvious that she didn't believe a word he was saying. They may have just officially met but this boy was going to have to try a lot harder if he wanted to fool her.
Well, there he went again indeed...making her itch to know what the gossip was. If it was so interesting, why wasn't he telling her? Why hadn't anybody said anything to her? What was so darn interesting about her!!?! "I know," she said, when he gave his name. She had figured it out after racking her brain for a few moments, what his name was. "Not to sound stalkerish or anything, I just...I've heard it said a few times, mainly in the classroom." The only few times Mafalda had really heard Ethans name was when he was being called on for something in one of their classes. Other than that, he wasn't the most popular person among her friends, because she rarely heard anything about him spoken around them. Part of her wanted to pretend she did know a lot about him though. Maybe if she acted like she had heard people talking about him as well, they could swap information. She found it hard to believe that it would be as easy as it sounded. Most likely it would backfire so she decided to not dig herself in to a hole just yet.
"So, you ever actually been in there?" Mafalda asked, referring to the Forbidden Forest. Even if the place scared her out of her mind, she was still curious as to what might lurk beyond its borders. it'd be nice to hear it first-hand, instead of just from rumors floating around school. She knew for a fact that students were taken in there for detention sometimes, but she hadn't ever actually been in one of the groups that got to go. It wasn't like it was thaaat dangerous when they went anyway. They were accompanied by a professor and usually only taken into safe zones. She wanted to know what it was like to sneak in there, deep into the forest, alone with danger.
