Post by Kara Venturie on Apr 10, 2008 15:55:31 GMT -5
Name: Hannah Sanders
Age: 17
Grade: Eleventh
Emotion: Anger
Appearance: Her long black curls frame her face, and her ever-changing eyes will dazzle you. When she's calm, they turn a light blue. If she's upset, they turn a hazel/green, and if she angry, they turn a piercing red. Her olive-tanned skin has freckles all over. Each time she gets angry, a freckle appears.(At least a paragraph)
Photo: Rachel Bilson Photo
PB: Rachel Bilson
Personality: She gets mad at almost anything. Her Anger Emotion causes her to be very impatient. There's no telling who she could harm when her eyes flare scarlet. She's doesn't know much about her emotion, and doesn't know how to control it.{At least a paragraph}
History: Hannah was born in the city, and was a normal girl for a long time. After her brother died, she went into a Depression Doctor. After taking the medicine, and being in rehab for trying to kill herself, she's now has an anger fiercer than the sun itself.
RP Sample: Taken from Star of Africa- Me-Rentuka
It was the rainy season in the Savannah. I've lived alone almost my whole life. This is no place for a solitary wild dog. I had to find a trustworthy animal. Or else I'd be dessert for some larger animal.
I'm high on the food chain, but not high enough. I've been in too many battles with warthogs, cheetahs, and hyenas. One day, I will lose. But I will lose trying, without a pack of loyal friends.
Once the rain had subsided, I decided to unvail from the cover of a thorn bush. My territory was no larger than two square miles long. So I went to check the border scent. It was strong on the left side, but with putrid cheetah scent. I remarked that side well, and went to a tree to rest.
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The next morning, the breeze was a frigid sense to my unkempt coat. As I was grooming myself, I heard a squwak. It sounded like a dying hog, and I was in the mood for some scavenging.
I walked stifffly up to the lifeless pig. As I crouched down to take a bite, something intense hit my head. I will not be afraid. Is what I told myself, and I never am.
Age: 17
Grade: Eleventh
Emotion: Anger
Appearance: Her long black curls frame her face, and her ever-changing eyes will dazzle you. When she's calm, they turn a light blue. If she's upset, they turn a hazel/green, and if she angry, they turn a piercing red. Her olive-tanned skin has freckles all over. Each time she gets angry, a freckle appears.(At least a paragraph)
Photo: Rachel Bilson Photo
PB: Rachel Bilson
Personality: She gets mad at almost anything. Her Anger Emotion causes her to be very impatient. There's no telling who she could harm when her eyes flare scarlet. She's doesn't know much about her emotion, and doesn't know how to control it.{At least a paragraph}
History: Hannah was born in the city, and was a normal girl for a long time. After her brother died, she went into a Depression Doctor. After taking the medicine, and being in rehab for trying to kill herself, she's now has an anger fiercer than the sun itself.
RP Sample: Taken from Star of Africa- Me-Rentuka
It was the rainy season in the Savannah. I've lived alone almost my whole life. This is no place for a solitary wild dog. I had to find a trustworthy animal. Or else I'd be dessert for some larger animal.
I'm high on the food chain, but not high enough. I've been in too many battles with warthogs, cheetahs, and hyenas. One day, I will lose. But I will lose trying, without a pack of loyal friends.
Once the rain had subsided, I decided to unvail from the cover of a thorn bush. My territory was no larger than two square miles long. So I went to check the border scent. It was strong on the left side, but with putrid cheetah scent. I remarked that side well, and went to a tree to rest.
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The next morning, the breeze was a frigid sense to my unkempt coat. As I was grooming myself, I heard a squwak. It sounded like a dying hog, and I was in the mood for some scavenging.
I walked stifffly up to the lifeless pig. As I crouched down to take a bite, something intense hit my head. I will not be afraid. Is what I told myself, and I never am.
