Post by abby on Aug 7, 2009 0:55:49 GMT -5
the city is at war !
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[/center]character info !
full name • AnnaBella Pixie-Rose Weir
nick names • Pixie, Rose, Abby
age • 19
grade • Not In Education. Has a HNC in Varied Dance
hometown • Edinburgh
sexuality • Straight
member group • part-time college, citizen
character looks !
[/color][/center]height • 5ft5"
hair • Blonde, choppy, very versitile
eyes • Warm brown
play by • Pixie Lott
character personality !
[/color][/size][/center]likes • Dancing, singing, partying, flirting, racing, playing sports, reading, spray painting (for the bodywork on cars and bikes)
dislikes • Staying in one place too long, conformity, dogs, snakes, spiders
habits/quirks • Can't not sing or dance when she's doing mundane stuff like cleaning
fears • Dogs, spiders, snakes, death, being average
dreams • To get out her low level job and be a proper dancer
secrets • Few know what she does since few actually know what a burlesque dancer is
overall • Fun loving, rebellious, quirky, alluring, friendly, kind, funny, trustworthy
character history !
[/size][/color]mother • Unknown
father • Gabe; 47; Mechanic
siblings • None
pets • None
other family • None
overall • Abby has been part of a single-parent family for as long as she can remember. raised solely by her dad, she couldn't have asked for more.
They didn't live in a fancy house, but their flat was nice, and it was home. Her dad worked just down the street as a mechanic and made enough for them to live comfortably without worrying how they would pay the next bill.
Unfortunately, given her weakness for academic studies, Abby had very little time to take up a part time job. Instead, she focused on various sporting groups and dance classes. Her subjects such as maths and english were poor at best, so she knew she'd have to shine in sports and dance to get anywhere.
Abby left school aged 16, with 4 C grade Highers, before joining a community dance college. She gained a HNC in Varied Dance.
Focusing on her sports, she became a member of local football, boxing and rugby teams. As well as taking part in various motorcross and rally outings with her dad (though he seemed to lack the skills she had in racing)
Unfortunately, her father broke his back at work when she was 17, meaning she were the sole breadwinner.
With few qualifications, she turned to shady dealings to earn money, eventually ending up as an exotic dancer in a local club.
She got involved in local gangs and became a hellian, finally snapping out of that mode when she faced a jail sentence for GBH after a fight with a rival member, she'd only broken his nose.
At age 18, Abby put her dad into government care so he would be properly looked after, before moving to america to try and get her life on the straight and narrow. It didn't work.
She was still a wild thing at heart, with a too trusting nature, which meant she were easily charmed by men.
She's never slept with a man, finding she comes to her senses before she does anything that stupid, seeing them for the true asses they are. She's still working as a burlesque dancer and is living life to the full.
about you !
[/color][/size][/center]your name • Amelia
your age • 18
roleplaying experience • Lost count at 4yrs
how you found us • Ad, can't remember where
roleplay sample •
Stepping outside, arms folded loosely as she relaxed the muscles she had been overworking for the past 8 hours. It may not be a conventional job but the hours were just as long, and less socialable. Teri couldn't help but practically collapse on the bench on the sidewalk, still able to hear the music from The Drop behind her. It would be reasonable to expect she was sick of these songs by now, but she regularly mixed up her playlist to avoid that. If you had to have a lower class of man gawk at you for a set, you had to at least enjoy the music. She thought she'd probably go insane otherwise.
Teresa watched the passing people like a schoal of fish, all moving as one but with their own destinations. They all looked so...old to her. So businesslike in their suits as they conducted "Good will meetings." in the various gentleman's clubs, to persuade other men to agree to deals. It made her scoff slightly with amusement at their motives, a few cast her sour looks as they passed, probably thinking she hadn't a job to be doing.
Men thought they had so much of a head start on women, yet here they were using them to sweeten their deals. When would they learn that it was the women in charge? Almost to prove her point she spotted The Madam at the front door to change the act advertisment. A woman in charge, and probably making double what the businessmen did.
Taking a deep breath she steadied her frazzled nerves, ignoring the memory that threatened to surface to haunt her. Teresa's fingertips flew to her cheekbone, gently brushing along where she knew a reinforcing plate was nestled. At least it hadn't scarred so bad that she couldn't cover it effectively. She felt her lips pull up into a small smile as she stared into space, dressed in skinny jeans, tucked into black high heeled buckle boots that would make any man fear for his manhood. Her still slightly sore ribs were covered by a simple white tank, a red leather biker jacket shielding her pale arms from the sun.
Teri ran a hand through her hair as she picked up the paper next to her, opening it on her lap as she sat meditation style on the bench. One hand flicking through to the job listings, the other holding her large styrofoam cup of tea as she held the end of a pen between her teeth, a slight frown creasing her expression as she looked over the listings, various piano, dance and club work already highlighted.
Did she really look so out of place in 'the city that never sleeps'? A girl who barely slept herself, so pale under the bright sun, so fragile amoung the bustling?
What this really the life she were supposed to lead? Just making enough to get by and living in the rough part of town. Divorced already at 22, it was hardly an appealing trait to people. Most dismissed her on that or her occupation.
How this fairytale had gone so wrong. If only they knew the whole story...
Teresa watched the passing people like a schoal of fish, all moving as one but with their own destinations. They all looked so...old to her. So businesslike in their suits as they conducted "Good will meetings." in the various gentleman's clubs, to persuade other men to agree to deals. It made her scoff slightly with amusement at their motives, a few cast her sour looks as they passed, probably thinking she hadn't a job to be doing.
Men thought they had so much of a head start on women, yet here they were using them to sweeten their deals. When would they learn that it was the women in charge? Almost to prove her point she spotted The Madam at the front door to change the act advertisment. A woman in charge, and probably making double what the businessmen did.
Taking a deep breath she steadied her frazzled nerves, ignoring the memory that threatened to surface to haunt her. Teresa's fingertips flew to her cheekbone, gently brushing along where she knew a reinforcing plate was nestled. At least it hadn't scarred so bad that she couldn't cover it effectively. She felt her lips pull up into a small smile as she stared into space, dressed in skinny jeans, tucked into black high heeled buckle boots that would make any man fear for his manhood. Her still slightly sore ribs were covered by a simple white tank, a red leather biker jacket shielding her pale arms from the sun.
Teri ran a hand through her hair as she picked up the paper next to her, opening it on her lap as she sat meditation style on the bench. One hand flicking through to the job listings, the other holding her large styrofoam cup of tea as she held the end of a pen between her teeth, a slight frown creasing her expression as she looked over the listings, various piano, dance and club work already highlighted.
Did she really look so out of place in 'the city that never sleeps'? A girl who barely slept herself, so pale under the bright sun, so fragile amoung the bustling?
What this really the life she were supposed to lead? Just making enough to get by and living in the rough part of town. Divorced already at 22, it was hardly an appealing trait to people. Most dismissed her on that or her occupation.
How this fairytale had gone so wrong. If only they knew the whole story...
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