Post by X.rias on Jan 17, 2007 12:41:33 GMT 10
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Student's Name: Shelby Eudave
Student's Age: 15
Student's Grade: Sophmore
Student's Career Path: I want to be a professional motocross rider, or a medical transcriptionist
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Description of Character: My character is me. The real me. Only I'm a 8th grade 13 year old. The problems and the solutions are the same. The picture is me. Well, a discription? Sure. Well, I am 5'4, and I used to be anerexic soo I am 94 pounds. No worries, I am slowly recovering and Im eating regularly. If you worry... anyway my left eye is caramel and my right eye is dark brown. My hair is a brunnette with natural blonde and gold highlights, with a fading red bang. My wrists? They are pelted with scars. Old scars, yes, but some new. Also, I wear ten times the eye liner you do, so go ahead call me emo. I could care less what people label me as. I listen to heavy metal, screamo, punk, some hip hop and rap.
Personality of Character:Well, I am a very hyper-active person and extremely fun to be around. My imagination is is boundless with no limitations. When I'm quite, it usually hints that either the night before, I cut or got in a fight with my drug addict slash alchoholic mother. They come often when she is usually intoxicated. Ah, well. When I get pissed, please stay out of my way. Either I take my anger out on my wrist with a blade or I throw things, cry of frustration or just plain scream. I'm difficult too.. sometimes. Really, I sound like a monster, but I'm just like a... squirrel. One more thing that I should point out that I am really random and... ahh... how do I put it? Hmmm... lol I dunno how to put it but when its quite I will blurt unessesary things out. ^.^
Sample Role Play:
With my black long sleeved shirt on, I wandered barefoot across the beach of the reddish-yellowish-orangish tinted ocean. I stopped and crossed my arms, my eyes a sparkle against the setting sun. My short brunnette hair wavered in the ocean breeze, as I stood bare foot in the small grains of sand. The reason I even came to this new town was the one before it. It was such a bad influence. I'd started crack, sniffing, cutting, and other stuff that a normal 15 year old shouldn't be doing. But it was all my "best friend" Kayliana. I had trusted her. All she did was get me doing bad things. She started me on crack. How horrible is that? The thought made me shiver. Somehow, I had this small feeling that I hadn't gone anerexic and started cutting, but that wasn't the thought really. The thought was that somebody would come start a conversation with me. Yeah, okay, maybe I wanted a boyfriend too. Oh, god. How I long for a guy to really actually love me. The last boyfriend had cheated on me the whole 5 weeks we were going out. How lame is that? Ah well, love is like water. You can't live without it but it can drown you. Deep, I know. My friend had told me that one. There are a few love quotes. Well, anyway...
I sighed and tore my gaze away from the ocean and moved along down the beach, my gaze now skipping from the rolling waves of the ocean and the people passing me. Mostly couples. As I got off the ocean, I dropped my converse shoes down and slipped them on. I moved down the sidewalk, arms crossed, gaze down. I put my hands in my hoodie pockets, still my gaze down. As most people thought, I was just a lonely emo girl strolling about the streets of this town. Ha. They were wrong. I think? As these thoughts crept about my mind, a small half smile appeared on my blank features. I finally looked up, a small coffee shop across the street took my interest. I took my hands out of my pockets, and pulled my sleeves over my hands, and dashed safely across the street. As I entered the shop, a few eyes took a look at me and then back to whatever it was that they were doing. I looked around, a empty booth at the back of the coffee shop catching my eye. I sat down, skooting to the wall. As I fell deep in thought, my mother, my father, Kayliana, I didn't seem to realize the waiter had tried to catch my attention. I turned my head to see who was tapping my shoulder, a cold glaze fixed on the waiter. As soon as I seen who it was, I looked away, apologizing silently. Even though he couldn't hear it, I meant it. He shook his head and walked away. I sighed and looked out the window, realizing I didn't mean to come in here for service. I got up, and walked out back into the streets again. Meh, let me walk myself to my dorm. Let it out. You know?
Soo? Is that alrighty?
Student's Name: Shelby Eudave
Student's Age: 15
Student's Grade: Sophmore
Student's Career Path: I want to be a professional motocross rider, or a medical transcriptionist
registration
Description of Character: My character is me. The real me. Only I'm a 8th grade 13 year old. The problems and the solutions are the same. The picture is me. Well, a discription? Sure. Well, I am 5'4, and I used to be anerexic soo I am 94 pounds. No worries, I am slowly recovering and Im eating regularly. If you worry... anyway my left eye is caramel and my right eye is dark brown. My hair is a brunnette with natural blonde and gold highlights, with a fading red bang. My wrists? They are pelted with scars. Old scars, yes, but some new. Also, I wear ten times the eye liner you do, so go ahead call me emo. I could care less what people label me as. I listen to heavy metal, screamo, punk, some hip hop and rap.
Personality of Character:Well, I am a very hyper-active person and extremely fun to be around. My imagination is is boundless with no limitations. When I'm quite, it usually hints that either the night before, I cut or got in a fight with my drug addict slash alchoholic mother. They come often when she is usually intoxicated. Ah, well. When I get pissed, please stay out of my way. Either I take my anger out on my wrist with a blade or I throw things, cry of frustration or just plain scream. I'm difficult too.. sometimes. Really, I sound like a monster, but I'm just like a... squirrel. One more thing that I should point out that I am really random and... ahh... how do I put it? Hmmm... lol I dunno how to put it but when its quite I will blurt unessesary things out. ^.^
Sample Role Play:
With my black long sleeved shirt on, I wandered barefoot across the beach of the reddish-yellowish-orangish tinted ocean. I stopped and crossed my arms, my eyes a sparkle against the setting sun. My short brunnette hair wavered in the ocean breeze, as I stood bare foot in the small grains of sand. The reason I even came to this new town was the one before it. It was such a bad influence. I'd started crack, sniffing, cutting, and other stuff that a normal 15 year old shouldn't be doing. But it was all my "best friend" Kayliana. I had trusted her. All she did was get me doing bad things. She started me on crack. How horrible is that? The thought made me shiver. Somehow, I had this small feeling that I hadn't gone anerexic and started cutting, but that wasn't the thought really. The thought was that somebody would come start a conversation with me. Yeah, okay, maybe I wanted a boyfriend too. Oh, god. How I long for a guy to really actually love me. The last boyfriend had cheated on me the whole 5 weeks we were going out. How lame is that? Ah well, love is like water. You can't live without it but it can drown you. Deep, I know. My friend had told me that one. There are a few love quotes. Well, anyway...
I sighed and tore my gaze away from the ocean and moved along down the beach, my gaze now skipping from the rolling waves of the ocean and the people passing me. Mostly couples. As I got off the ocean, I dropped my converse shoes down and slipped them on. I moved down the sidewalk, arms crossed, gaze down. I put my hands in my hoodie pockets, still my gaze down. As most people thought, I was just a lonely emo girl strolling about the streets of this town. Ha. They were wrong. I think? As these thoughts crept about my mind, a small half smile appeared on my blank features. I finally looked up, a small coffee shop across the street took my interest. I took my hands out of my pockets, and pulled my sleeves over my hands, and dashed safely across the street. As I entered the shop, a few eyes took a look at me and then back to whatever it was that they were doing. I looked around, a empty booth at the back of the coffee shop catching my eye. I sat down, skooting to the wall. As I fell deep in thought, my mother, my father, Kayliana, I didn't seem to realize the waiter had tried to catch my attention. I turned my head to see who was tapping my shoulder, a cold glaze fixed on the waiter. As soon as I seen who it was, I looked away, apologizing silently. Even though he couldn't hear it, I meant it. He shook his head and walked away. I sighed and looked out the window, realizing I didn't mean to come in here for service. I got up, and walked out back into the streets again. Meh, let me walk myself to my dorm. Let it out. You know?
Soo? Is that alrighty?