Post by jasmine on Jul 9, 2011 2:26:11 GMT -5
YASMIN ALINA SULTAN
FULL NAME: Yasmin Alina Sultan
NICK NAME: Jazz
AGE: 17
GRADE OR OCCUPATION: Senior
ORIENTATION: Straight
ALLIANCE: Hero
FACE CLAIM: Summer Glau
EYE COLOR: Black
HAIR COLOR: Black-Brown
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5'6", 130 lbs.
DESCRIPTION: one paragraph minimum
PERSONALITY: Yasmin is a complete and utter daddy's girl, though she's not at all afraid to go against his more ludicrous ideas for as long as she possibly can.
HOMETOWN: San Diego, California
FAMILY MEMBERS: Father // Aali Shariah Sultan, 53
Mother // Aisha Gulzar El'Amin Sultan, Deceased
HISTORY: three paragraphs at least describing past, present and your character's experience with their disney character, if applicable
DISNEY CHARACTER: Jasmine, from Aladdin
ABILITIES/ATTRIBUTES: Way with animals // all this really means is that animals seem to really like Yasmin. Birds, dogs, cats... especially cats. Even the animals at the zoo seem to like her.
DESCRIPTION: one or two paragraphs. describe how your character gets on with their character, if their character is awakened yet, their character's history/plot/movie and effect of it on your character
YOUR NAME: Ghost Girl
YOUR AGE: 17
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: About 6 years
YOUR SAMPLE: Myra stood on a street corner, her short, messy hair fluttering in the wind, bangs pinned back only by a large, black, silk flower hair pin, her eyes misted over with some emotion typically not found upon her features. Large headphones covered her ears and the wire trailed down into the bag on her shoulder, Avenged Sevenfold blaring in her ears as she stood. She pulled her hand out of her jeans pocket to pull her black peacot a little tighter around her, covering her t-shirt just a little more.
It seemed Myra Quinn Weiss was taking a trip down memory lane. She stood at the corner of Redwood and Nottingham, staring down the street toward the building she loved so much. She sighed and clutched her DMing bag tighter before daring to cross the street and head further north on Nottingham. North and north and north she walked, stopping just short of the corner of Nottingham and Forest.
Here she turned and stared at the building to her left, sighing wistfully as she did so. The Sheriff's County was her home during high school, and she terribly missed it now. Her friends were gone, her family was gone. She had nobody to play with anymore, and she was sad. She closed her eyes and clutched her bag tighter, remembering all the roleplays she'd participated in and run with her friends here.
After a moment, she opened her eyes again and walked forward, pressing her free hand to the glass door as she looked inside. All the tables and wares were gone. The shelves and the racks and carts of stuff... It was all gone. All those fond memories and playthings... Gone. Few and far apart were Myra's bad moods, but one was hitting her now.
Sighing in disgust at her emotions, M turned around and sat down against the glass door of the no-longer Sheriff's County. She let her bag hang on her shoulder and rest on the ground, and she clutched her knees to her chest. As she sat, she listened to the sounds of music being played in a club farther down the street. She smelled fresh cookies being pulled out of the oven of the bakery across the street. She looked around and let the sorrow fill her every fiber. It flooded her veins and clouded her vision, and eventually she buried her head in her arms against her knees and began to cry. Just a little, and very quietly.