Post by annabel eva murphy on Aug 30, 2011 16:55:51 GMT -5
annabel eva murphy
character basics
FULL NAME , annabel eva murphy
NICKNAMES , anna
AGE , seventeen
BIRTHDAY , march 3rd
SEXUALITY , heterosexual
SCHOOL , high school
GRADE , incoming senior
OCCUPATION , n/a
MEMBER GROUP , high school
hello, my name is COURTNEY. i am SIXTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE/ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through CREATING YOU. so, here's an example of my average post:
With the stars twinkling above, Charlotte eyed them with slight amazement, mystified by their consistent beauty. Every night, she looked up at the stars, desperately wanting to reach up and touch them, even if it were impossible. The day had been long, and the night was seemingly taking on from the example the sunnier hours had begun; it was going on two in the morning, long past the time considered safe to be wandering the streets alone. Darkness had fallen many hours ago, shops had closed their doors, and most of the town was probably safe in their own beds, dreaming away peacefully. Even the bar had been closing; the one true reason she was walking through the streets at this hour. Having pushed off all inquiries about cabs and other means of getting home, Charlotte was winding her way home. Bluewater wasn’t that big of a place - she wasn’t too far from her little house, it would take all of five minutes. What was the worst that could happen?
The alcohol-induced haze hovering over her mind like a fog made her stumble as she continued to walk forward, her eyes trained skyward. A high-pitched giggle escaped her throat, slowly transforming into a snigger as one foot moved in front of the other, her home being her destination. Tonight had been a failure, in her eyes. She hadn’t spent time with anyone even remotely interesting of the opposite gender, and with a sudden thought, she was worried she would be alone for forever, before her foot caught on a stray stone, causing her to tumble again, throwing her into another fit of drunken sniggers, casting the previous dwelling thought aside.
With a heavy sigh, she snuffled as she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep out the chill of the air. A gust of cold air rushed past her, causing her eyes to water a little bit. Only hearing the rustle of the wind, Charlotte began humming to herself, trying to fill the eerie silence, only now questioning this idea of venturing home alone. Smirking and shaking her head, she spoke to herself. "Don’t be so silly, self, we’re almost home. Nothing’s gonna happen to us, it’s like two in the morning, no one’s even awake anymore…" Falling into more laughter, she leaned against the brick building next to her. Looking around her, she knew she was almost at the end of her journey home - just a few more turns, and her house would be well in her line of sight.
Deciding she needed a man of her own, once and for all, she nodded her head defiantly, telling herself she'd set out on her man hunt tomorrow. Her life was an ongoing search for the perfect man: many thus far have been deemed as 'perfect', but Charlotte was far from giving up. In these kinds of situations, she would love to have someone by her side, protecting her and making sure that nothing creeping in the night would make her its victim. Even if she wouldn’t admit to it, she needed looking after - her outlook on life and her general mental state made her an easy target, which was easily displayed all throughout her personal history. Having had her heart shattered time and time again, she was determined to put an end to it.
With a new tune on repeat in her head, she started singing softly instead of humming, as she started walking towards her house again. Or - she hoped she was headed the right way. Char was sure that she was, considering she had made this walk many nights before. She wasn’t inebriated enough to not know her way home from her favorite bar. "Almost there…" she mumbled, still not expecting anyone else to be wandering the sidewalks of downtown Bluewater at this time. Looking back up at the sky, she continued singing to herself, a volume so low that no one else would be able to make out the words. Stumbling for the third time, she cursed, telling off her own legs in the most serious of tones. "Keep it together, guys…" Her voice had a sleepy slur to it, most likely caused by the remaining alcohol lingering in her blood.
The alcohol-induced haze hovering over her mind like a fog made her stumble as she continued to walk forward, her eyes trained skyward. A high-pitched giggle escaped her throat, slowly transforming into a snigger as one foot moved in front of the other, her home being her destination. Tonight had been a failure, in her eyes. She hadn’t spent time with anyone even remotely interesting of the opposite gender, and with a sudden thought, she was worried she would be alone for forever, before her foot caught on a stray stone, causing her to tumble again, throwing her into another fit of drunken sniggers, casting the previous dwelling thought aside.
With a heavy sigh, she snuffled as she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep out the chill of the air. A gust of cold air rushed past her, causing her eyes to water a little bit. Only hearing the rustle of the wind, Charlotte began humming to herself, trying to fill the eerie silence, only now questioning this idea of venturing home alone. Smirking and shaking her head, she spoke to herself. "Don’t be so silly, self, we’re almost home. Nothing’s gonna happen to us, it’s like two in the morning, no one’s even awake anymore…" Falling into more laughter, she leaned against the brick building next to her. Looking around her, she knew she was almost at the end of her journey home - just a few more turns, and her house would be well in her line of sight.
Deciding she needed a man of her own, once and for all, she nodded her head defiantly, telling herself she'd set out on her man hunt tomorrow. Her life was an ongoing search for the perfect man: many thus far have been deemed as 'perfect', but Charlotte was far from giving up. In these kinds of situations, she would love to have someone by her side, protecting her and making sure that nothing creeping in the night would make her its victim. Even if she wouldn’t admit to it, she needed looking after - her outlook on life and her general mental state made her an easy target, which was easily displayed all throughout her personal history. Having had her heart shattered time and time again, she was determined to put an end to it.
With a new tune on repeat in her head, she started singing softly instead of humming, as she started walking towards her house again. Or - she hoped she was headed the right way. Char was sure that she was, considering she had made this walk many nights before. She wasn’t inebriated enough to not know her way home from her favorite bar. "Almost there…" she mumbled, still not expecting anyone else to be wandering the sidewalks of downtown Bluewater at this time. Looking back up at the sky, she continued singing to herself, a volume so low that no one else would be able to make out the words. Stumbling for the third time, she cursed, telling off her own legs in the most serious of tones. "Keep it together, guys…" Her voice had a sleepy slur to it, most likely caused by the remaining alcohol lingering in her blood.
