Post by Alex Rivers on Aug 17, 2009 17:23:28 GMT -5
Name: Breeze
Age: 15
How long have you been role playing?:
five, six years
Role play sample: Shoes slapped
against the paving as a young girl
ran forwards, clearing short fences
in a single leap and pushing bulky
items to the ground. Sweat beaded
on her forehead as she pushed
herself to keep up. She was fast,
but not as fast as the other gang
members. She was a dancer, not a
track star. She could hear the cops
chasing after them. She could still
feel the warm blood on her face and
her arms.
"Hurry up Alex!" This wasn't suppose
to happen. It was suppose to be a
simple gas staion hold up. If that guy
hadn't tried to play hero and save his
pregant girlfriend, the guy that had a
gun pressed to the back of her head
wouldn't have pressed the trigger and
the girl's brains wouldn't be splattered
over Alex and the guy. Alex had told him
when they were going in not to shoot
anybody unless she gve the go ahead.
She had told him to grab the pregant girl
because the boyfriend wouldn't want
harm to come to her.
She felt hard body tackle her to the ground
and the gang members she took on the
hold up disapeared around the corner.
Name: Alexandra Maira "Alex" Rivers
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Alexndra has tan skin and wavy
brown hair. She is on the skinny side
with a thin frame. She is under weight
by eighteen pounds and hates herself
for that little fact, because no matter
how hard she tries, she can't gain weight.
Her wrist is clean of scars. Most of her
body, except parts that would be visible,
are covered in small scars that had long
scabbed over. On her lower back there
is a large blue and black butterfly tattoo,
with a few scars crossing over the wings.
On her left ankle Alex has a chain of daisies,
making a small, permanent anklet. Wrapped
around her right leg a snake is wrapped from
her ankle to mid thigh.
Personality:
Alexandra seems to hate everybody. If you
manage break the extreamly thick shell she
put herself in, you'll come face to face with
a steel wall that hides her. She comes off
cold to everyone surronding her. She rather
glare then smile. She rarely respondes to
something with a pleasent.
History:
Alex was born in California. Her mother died
when Alex was only five, she never knew
her father. Alex came from the poorer part of
California. After her mother died, her grand-
mother took care of her. Alex was in the Foster
system since she was six, after her grandmother
died.
She first got involed with gangs when she was
thirteen, her foster father at that time was in gang.
The gang was one of the most caring "famlies"
she had ever known. They looked out for her. For
the first time in seven or eight years, she felt loved.
That was the first time she saw somebody killed.
It was at a gas station hold up. The girl that was killed
was pregant. Two lives with one bullet. The girl had only
been eighteen. Alex vowed she would never forgive her-
self for letting that shot be fired.
Likes:
~Fire
~Being alone
~The musical RENT
~Murder novels
Dislikes:
~The sun
~People
~Being bossed around
~Romance novels
Fears:
~Death
~ being shot at
Talents:
~Dancing
~Drawing
~Singing
Hobbies:
~Drawing
Medical History:
Alex had been shot, and had many bones broken.
brown hair. She is on the skinny side
with a thin frame. She is under weight
by eighteen pounds and hates herself
for that little fact, because no matter
how hard she tries, she can't gain weight.
Her wrist is clean of scars. Most of her
body, except parts that would be visible,
are covered in small scars that had long
scabbed over. On her lower back there
is a large blue and black butterfly tattoo,
with a few scars crossing over the wings.
On her left ankle Alex has a chain of daisies,
making a small, permanent anklet. Wrapped
around her right leg a snake is wrapped from
her ankle to mid thigh.
Personality:
Alexandra seems to hate everybody. If you
manage break the extreamly thick shell she
put herself in, you'll come face to face with
a steel wall that hides her. She comes off
cold to everyone surronding her. She rather
glare then smile. She rarely respondes to
something with a pleasent.
History:
Alex was born in California. Her mother died
when Alex was only five, she never knew
her father. Alex came from the poorer part of
California. After her mother died, her grand-
mother took care of her. Alex was in the Foster
system since she was six, after her grandmother
died.
She first got involed with gangs when she was
thirteen, her foster father at that time was in gang.
The gang was one of the most caring "famlies"
she had ever known. They looked out for her. For
the first time in seven or eight years, she felt loved.
That was the first time she saw somebody killed.
It was at a gas station hold up. The girl that was killed
was pregant. Two lives with one bullet. The girl had only
been eighteen. Alex vowed she would never forgive her-
self for letting that shot be fired.
Likes:
~Fire
~Being alone
~The musical RENT
~Murder novels
Dislikes:
~The sun
~People
~Being bossed around
~Romance novels
Fears:
~Death
~ being shot at
Talents:
~Dancing
~Drawing
~Singing
Hobbies:
~Drawing
Medical History:
Alex had been shot, and had many bones broken.