Post by Bronwyn on Aug 15, 2006 22:19:52 GMT 10
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Student's Name: Bronwyn Smith
Student's Age: 16
Student's Grade: 10
Student's Career Path: Modelling and photography
registration
Description of Character: [at least two paragraphs] Bronwyn has a fairly normal look. She goes with whatever looks good together, usually jeans and nice tops and necklaces etc. But anything works really. She has hair that is chocolatey brown and falls just a bit longer than her shoulders. This is of course always styled by her.
She is her worst critique so she won't go anywhere unless she is happy with the way that she looks and that has too be absolutely perfect. Even though she may not be trying to impress someone in particular, you never know so she always dresses to impress whoever comes up along the way.
-sorry that its bad but have to go soon-
Personality of Character: [at least three paragraphs] As Bruce Springsteen has said 'I have multiple personalities...mutiple faces. The one that I have at home and the one that I show to others. My public face. I'm wearing it right now. This quote can basically describe Bronwyn.
Implying that she has multiple personalities but it does depend on whom she is with but it also depends on her mood at that point. But like any human being she has mood swings as often as anyone eats so that sometimes draws people either away or towards her.
She would probably risk her life for her friends because they mean the world to her, especially the ones she has known for a long time but if something or someone comes up that she doesn't particuarly take a fancy to, she will simply ignore them as much as possible. Good riddence
Sample Role Play: [at least five decent paragraphs] -dang nammit....-
-this is just one from another rp because I dont have enough time but I think you get the general idea-
The vixen appeared from out of the trees, bits of mud and dirt caked over her once gleaming coat. She stepped into the open, out of the trees and shook her coat, hoping to get some of the muck off of her. She never knew that trying to find her way would be so hard. Maiden was beginning to grow tired, even though she was arabian blood, bred for endurance she had basically no energy left. She had gone to far and these past few days was considering turning back but she knew that if she did, all it would mean was alot more wondering because there would be no way that she remembered her way back. She wasn't intending to go back. She wanted to find another horse, any, she didn't care as long as there was food and water. Food and water...something that she did need. With her head hanging low, the mare looked around for some grass and even the slitest trickle of water to drink from. The parched maiden tore a few leaves from a tree, knowing that it wouldn't sustain her much but it didn't really matter, she was surrounded by trees but now her aim was to find water. The vixen whimper a bit, obviously dehydrated and stopped, listening. She heard birds tweeting and tree's rustling slightly with the cool breeze and then she heard it. Yes! Water. Carefully and slowly, the mare headed for where she thought the water sound was coming from. She finally found a small creek and slurped from it, her drinking sound now adding to the sounds of nature around her. Once she was done, her journey would continue.
***
Once more, vixen appeared out of the trees, a shook herself free of and leaves that was on her coat, and the mud that was drying too. She snorted and trotted around then with her ears pricked to show that she was alert, she looked around cautiously. She saw and apple tree opposite her and began to walk towards it, her coat shimering slightly in the daylight. When she reached it, she picked one up from the ground delicatly with her teeth and chewed it, savouring the taste of the sweet juices filling her mouth then, once again she looked around. She was still alone for now at least, then just lowered her head to the ground and grazed on the grass. Waiting. Wondering. Listening.
Student's Name: Bronwyn Smith
Student's Age: 16
Student's Grade: 10
Student's Career Path: Modelling and photography
registration
Description of Character: [at least two paragraphs] Bronwyn has a fairly normal look. She goes with whatever looks good together, usually jeans and nice tops and necklaces etc. But anything works really. She has hair that is chocolatey brown and falls just a bit longer than her shoulders. This is of course always styled by her.
She is her worst critique so she won't go anywhere unless she is happy with the way that she looks and that has too be absolutely perfect. Even though she may not be trying to impress someone in particular, you never know so she always dresses to impress whoever comes up along the way.
-sorry that its bad but have to go soon-
Personality of Character: [at least three paragraphs] As Bruce Springsteen has said 'I have multiple personalities...mutiple faces. The one that I have at home and the one that I show to others. My public face. I'm wearing it right now. This quote can basically describe Bronwyn.
Implying that she has multiple personalities but it does depend on whom she is with but it also depends on her mood at that point. But like any human being she has mood swings as often as anyone eats so that sometimes draws people either away or towards her.
She would probably risk her life for her friends because they mean the world to her, especially the ones she has known for a long time but if something or someone comes up that she doesn't particuarly take a fancy to, she will simply ignore them as much as possible. Good riddence
Sample Role Play: [at least five decent paragraphs] -dang nammit....-
-this is just one from another rp because I dont have enough time but I think you get the general idea-
The vixen appeared from out of the trees, bits of mud and dirt caked over her once gleaming coat. She stepped into the open, out of the trees and shook her coat, hoping to get some of the muck off of her. She never knew that trying to find her way would be so hard. Maiden was beginning to grow tired, even though she was arabian blood, bred for endurance she had basically no energy left. She had gone to far and these past few days was considering turning back but she knew that if she did, all it would mean was alot more wondering because there would be no way that she remembered her way back. She wasn't intending to go back. She wanted to find another horse, any, she didn't care as long as there was food and water. Food and water...something that she did need. With her head hanging low, the mare looked around for some grass and even the slitest trickle of water to drink from. The parched maiden tore a few leaves from a tree, knowing that it wouldn't sustain her much but it didn't really matter, she was surrounded by trees but now her aim was to find water. The vixen whimper a bit, obviously dehydrated and stopped, listening. She heard birds tweeting and tree's rustling slightly with the cool breeze and then she heard it. Yes! Water. Carefully and slowly, the mare headed for where she thought the water sound was coming from. She finally found a small creek and slurped from it, her drinking sound now adding to the sounds of nature around her. Once she was done, her journey would continue.
***
Once more, vixen appeared out of the trees, a shook herself free of and leaves that was on her coat, and the mud that was drying too. She snorted and trotted around then with her ears pricked to show that she was alert, she looked around cautiously. She saw and apple tree opposite her and began to walk towards it, her coat shimering slightly in the daylight. When she reached it, she picked one up from the ground delicatly with her teeth and chewed it, savouring the taste of the sweet juices filling her mouth then, once again she looked around. She was still alone for now at least, then just lowered her head to the ground and grazed on the grass. Waiting. Wondering. Listening.
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