Post by Isabella Collins on Jun 26, 2007 18:50:20 GMT -5
About You;;
Name: Marie
Age: 18
Gender: Female
How active will you be? I think I've shown my point by now
Your Character;;
Cannon? Nope
Name: Isabella Marie Collins
Age/Grade: 17 // Junior
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Talent: Art
Look-a-Like:
Alexz Johnson
Personality:
Isabella - though she prefers being called Bella or Isa by her friends - is the perfect example of an artist's cliché personality, and at the same time she's anything but that. Personality wise, she's almost like fire and water, sugar and spice, all her traits clashing against the other, as though she has a double personality, and yet it doesn't make her seem weird or anything. It is merely the way she is and it only makes her even more interesting when you get to know her. Her differences often make her parents tease her slightly, saying that one of her personality is named Isa while the other is Bella, hiting at both her nicknames.
Following that pattern of thought, she describes her 'Bella' personality as the 'sugary' one. Sweet and soft, nice with a heart of gold, she's caring for the people she loves. She would gladly sacrifice herself if it comes as any help to her friends - her real friends, that is. She is very friendly and will easily talk to anybody as she loves meeting new people. She is loving and caring, very forgiving as well, though very exclusive to those she truly let in. Some would say that when her Bella side comes out, she is easy to handle and it's the best time to ask something from her as she is unlikely to refuse, unless it is something she is against, as she will never go against her convinctions even for her friends or family.
Unlike her sweet side, her 'Isa' personality is the spicey one. Smart, passionate, firey and high spirited, she has a hell of a temper if you offend her in any way - which can be pretty easy at time, especially if you catch her when she is in a bad mood. Highly vindictive if one of her friend is hurt or messed with, she will not hesitate to knock someone out, and don't be fooled by her appearance - she has a heck of a right hook for her size. She is very determined to a point where it reached hard headedness, but she never gives up if she is certain of being right. She rarely argues, but if she is convinced that she is right, she will fight til no end to prove it. Very outgoing and a party girl, she is talented and marginal, special in her very own way.
Appearance:
Appearance is no concern of Isabella really - she is the way she is and she's happy with that. She doesn't consider herself a beauty, nor does she think herself plain, but either way she feel good about herself and to her that's the most important thing. But actually, with her vibrant and wide blue eyes, she has made more than one boy's heartbeat quicken. Her looks reflect all of her personality as once, making it a strange yet good mix. 5’4” tall, slim and pale skinned, though not to the point where she seems to have no colour at all, she can easily make head turns when she goes her way.
Isabella's hair has changed rather often all through her teenagehood. Now wearing it long and blonde, which is her natural colour, she has also experienced several other colours (including a flashy shade of red that stands out in a crowd) and cut, from spikey short to a length that reached the middle of her thighs. Her hair is actually, for her, a very good way of expressing herself; she styles it according to her mood.
She is also a very stylish girl, in her own way. Not really a fashion fan, she wears anything she likes. She has many articles of clothing in her closet that can be considered as punk, goth, preppy, hippy, rock’n’roll, 80s, anything really. She especially loves skirts – she has loads of very different styles. Bohemian, jeans, long or short, anything but mini skirts… and even then she has one or two, though she doesn’t wear them very often. She also owns load of jewelry (big necklaces are her favorite), and she’s also a shoe whore – she has too many to count.
History:
March 20th 1990, in a small hospital located somewhere in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Emily Collins swears for about ten hours at her pale faced husband until she finally gets the baby out of her body. Around 11:30 pm, Isabella is born, seven weeks early with a heart condition that worries all the doctors in the place. Forced to stay in a incubator for the first two months of her life until she’s moved to the hospital’s nursery with the other babies, and then finally allowed to go back home with her worried parents, she grows up with a weak heart, spending most days of the week at the hospital instead of at home, until she goes through major surgery at 8 years old. By then, she’s already grown to be who she still is now – knowing how precious and special life is, she doesn’t intend to lose a single second of it.
By the age of ten, she’s already proven her interest in every form of art. Guitarist, talented singer and creative writer, she loves everything that revolves around the arts. However, her parents soon notice that despite her love for each and every kind of art, her painting talent exceed the others by far. They sign her up for some classes which she enjoys, but not all that much. She wants to be able to paint freely, she wants her inspiration only to tell her what to do – not a wrinkly smelly old teacher. After many discussions with her parents, they finally allow her to drop out of her painting classes and instead buy her all the material they can afford and renovate the office room, taking out the desk and bookcase to give her some place to let her imagination run freely across the room – literally as the walls are painted white so that she can draw on them if she wants to.
At twelve year old, she gets the biggest shock of her life – her parents decide to divorce, despite the appearance of the perfectly happy couple they were giving. Her father moves away to Ontario and she follows her mother back to her hometown; Albany, Georgia. Still only in Middle School, she finds out about Jasper John’s Academy for the Arts and makes it her goal to get a scholarship, knowing that her mother could never afford to put her through it. At thirteen, she falls in love for the first time, only to get her heart broken. She starts wondering if boys are really worth it and leans toward the negative answer, but a nice boy in her class make her change her mind, convincing her that even though she fell for a jerk, guys aren’t all that bad. At fourteen, confusion hits her when she falls for a girl. Not willing to put her sexual preferences on the line, she decides to simply ignore it, until she can no longer deny that she is attracted to girls just as much as she is attracted to boys. It is somewhat of a turning point in her life when she decides that she is who she is, and that whoever is not happy with it can simply go to Hell.
At fifteen, she applies for the Academy, only to get turned down. She goes through a short period of depression during which she experiences many more things – she now knows the full meaning of sex, drugs and rock’n’roll. After a while, she decides that going down that road isn’t going to help her fulfil what she really wants, and she tries again, harder this time, completing her freshmen year with some of the highest notes. This time, she gets a full scholarship for Jasper John’s Academy, allowing her to spend her last three years of highschool studying what she loves the most.
Sample of Role Playing:
HP RPG
Read the rules?
--we're glamorous--
Name: Marie
Age: 18
Gender: Female
How active will you be? I think I've shown my point by now
Your Character;;
Cannon? Nope
Name: Isabella Marie Collins
Age/Grade: 17 // Junior
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Talent: Art
Look-a-Like:
Alexz Johnson
Personality:
Isabella - though she prefers being called Bella or Isa by her friends - is the perfect example of an artist's cliché personality, and at the same time she's anything but that. Personality wise, she's almost like fire and water, sugar and spice, all her traits clashing against the other, as though she has a double personality, and yet it doesn't make her seem weird or anything. It is merely the way she is and it only makes her even more interesting when you get to know her. Her differences often make her parents tease her slightly, saying that one of her personality is named Isa while the other is Bella, hiting at both her nicknames.
Following that pattern of thought, she describes her 'Bella' personality as the 'sugary' one. Sweet and soft, nice with a heart of gold, she's caring for the people she loves. She would gladly sacrifice herself if it comes as any help to her friends - her real friends, that is. She is very friendly and will easily talk to anybody as she loves meeting new people. She is loving and caring, very forgiving as well, though very exclusive to those she truly let in. Some would say that when her Bella side comes out, she is easy to handle and it's the best time to ask something from her as she is unlikely to refuse, unless it is something she is against, as she will never go against her convinctions even for her friends or family.
Unlike her sweet side, her 'Isa' personality is the spicey one. Smart, passionate, firey and high spirited, she has a hell of a temper if you offend her in any way - which can be pretty easy at time, especially if you catch her when she is in a bad mood. Highly vindictive if one of her friend is hurt or messed with, she will not hesitate to knock someone out, and don't be fooled by her appearance - she has a heck of a right hook for her size. She is very determined to a point where it reached hard headedness, but she never gives up if she is certain of being right. She rarely argues, but if she is convinced that she is right, she will fight til no end to prove it. Very outgoing and a party girl, she is talented and marginal, special in her very own way.
Appearance:
Appearance is no concern of Isabella really - she is the way she is and she's happy with that. She doesn't consider herself a beauty, nor does she think herself plain, but either way she feel good about herself and to her that's the most important thing. But actually, with her vibrant and wide blue eyes, she has made more than one boy's heartbeat quicken. Her looks reflect all of her personality as once, making it a strange yet good mix. 5’4” tall, slim and pale skinned, though not to the point where she seems to have no colour at all, she can easily make head turns when she goes her way.
Isabella's hair has changed rather often all through her teenagehood. Now wearing it long and blonde, which is her natural colour, she has also experienced several other colours (including a flashy shade of red that stands out in a crowd) and cut, from spikey short to a length that reached the middle of her thighs. Her hair is actually, for her, a very good way of expressing herself; she styles it according to her mood.
She is also a very stylish girl, in her own way. Not really a fashion fan, she wears anything she likes. She has many articles of clothing in her closet that can be considered as punk, goth, preppy, hippy, rock’n’roll, 80s, anything really. She especially loves skirts – she has loads of very different styles. Bohemian, jeans, long or short, anything but mini skirts… and even then she has one or two, though she doesn’t wear them very often. She also owns load of jewelry (big necklaces are her favorite), and she’s also a shoe whore – she has too many to count.
History:
March 20th 1990, in a small hospital located somewhere in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Emily Collins swears for about ten hours at her pale faced husband until she finally gets the baby out of her body. Around 11:30 pm, Isabella is born, seven weeks early with a heart condition that worries all the doctors in the place. Forced to stay in a incubator for the first two months of her life until she’s moved to the hospital’s nursery with the other babies, and then finally allowed to go back home with her worried parents, she grows up with a weak heart, spending most days of the week at the hospital instead of at home, until she goes through major surgery at 8 years old. By then, she’s already grown to be who she still is now – knowing how precious and special life is, she doesn’t intend to lose a single second of it.
By the age of ten, she’s already proven her interest in every form of art. Guitarist, talented singer and creative writer, she loves everything that revolves around the arts. However, her parents soon notice that despite her love for each and every kind of art, her painting talent exceed the others by far. They sign her up for some classes which she enjoys, but not all that much. She wants to be able to paint freely, she wants her inspiration only to tell her what to do – not a wrinkly smelly old teacher. After many discussions with her parents, they finally allow her to drop out of her painting classes and instead buy her all the material they can afford and renovate the office room, taking out the desk and bookcase to give her some place to let her imagination run freely across the room – literally as the walls are painted white so that she can draw on them if she wants to.
At twelve year old, she gets the biggest shock of her life – her parents decide to divorce, despite the appearance of the perfectly happy couple they were giving. Her father moves away to Ontario and she follows her mother back to her hometown; Albany, Georgia. Still only in Middle School, she finds out about Jasper John’s Academy for the Arts and makes it her goal to get a scholarship, knowing that her mother could never afford to put her through it. At thirteen, she falls in love for the first time, only to get her heart broken. She starts wondering if boys are really worth it and leans toward the negative answer, but a nice boy in her class make her change her mind, convincing her that even though she fell for a jerk, guys aren’t all that bad. At fourteen, confusion hits her when she falls for a girl. Not willing to put her sexual preferences on the line, she decides to simply ignore it, until she can no longer deny that she is attracted to girls just as much as she is attracted to boys. It is somewhat of a turning point in her life when she decides that she is who she is, and that whoever is not happy with it can simply go to Hell.
At fifteen, she applies for the Academy, only to get turned down. She goes through a short period of depression during which she experiences many more things – she now knows the full meaning of sex, drugs and rock’n’roll. After a while, she decides that going down that road isn’t going to help her fulfil what she really wants, and she tries again, harder this time, completing her freshmen year with some of the highest notes. This time, she gets a full scholarship for Jasper John’s Academy, allowing her to spend her last three years of highschool studying what she loves the most.
Sample of Role Playing:
HP RPG
Melanie, after having just talked herself out of a detention - it wasn't her fault if that little dirty mudblood had collided with her, and seriously, could they expect her not to do anything? She felt so dirty, she had to take a very cold shower, but now was not the time as Cissy was probably already waiting in the Room of Requirement, and who knows, maybe everybody else was already there as well and were waiting for her. She'd have to do with the disgust that her own clothes inflicted her, and next time she'd have to take other clothes along with her in her bag, just in case. At least, the professor who had caught her was Slughorn, their head of house, who was never too inclined into giving detention to his own students, or to any student for that matter. The old man only liked power and fame, no matter which house it came from, and even though Melanie thought it made him very much unworthy of being head of the noble house of Salazar Slytherin to associate himself with people like Lily Evans - she shuddered lightly at the mere thought of the name - who was, even though Melanie herself couldn't deny that the girl was somewhat smart, a filthy mudblood.
Shaking her head in frustration, she kept on walking along the corridors, her light footstep echoing around her even though she barely made any noise when walking. She slowed her pace as she got closer to the place where the door should be and stopped in front of it with a small smirk. Brushing herself off and running a hand through her long curls to put more volume in her hair, she lightly pushed open the door and entered the room of requirement to find Cissy and Severus already there. Smiling at them as she held her chin high, she made her way to the middle of the room where they were seated and let herself fall into the chair that was facing Cissy's as Severus was sitting in one of the chairs beside hers already and Melanie knew her friend would probably want to sit next to Lucius, unless of course she decided to use him as a chair. Snickering lightly at the thought, a frown soon formed itself on her face as the earlier event that had kept her from being here sooner came back to her.
"I say this school is getting worse every day. Students don't know what respect is anymore," she said indignantly, tossing her long curls with a light shake of her head as she waved her pale hand in the air in annoyance.
Shaking her head in frustration, she kept on walking along the corridors, her light footstep echoing around her even though she barely made any noise when walking. She slowed her pace as she got closer to the place where the door should be and stopped in front of it with a small smirk. Brushing herself off and running a hand through her long curls to put more volume in her hair, she lightly pushed open the door and entered the room of requirement to find Cissy and Severus already there. Smiling at them as she held her chin high, she made her way to the middle of the room where they were seated and let herself fall into the chair that was facing Cissy's as Severus was sitting in one of the chairs beside hers already and Melanie knew her friend would probably want to sit next to Lucius, unless of course she decided to use him as a chair. Snickering lightly at the thought, a frown soon formed itself on her face as the earlier event that had kept her from being here sooner came back to her.
"I say this school is getting worse every day. Students don't know what respect is anymore," she said indignantly, tossing her long curls with a light shake of her head as she waved her pale hand in the air in annoyance.
Read the rules?
--we're glamorous--
