Post by fayelovesyou on Sept 5, 2006 20:46:09 GMT -5
1. What you would like to be called: Faye, Laur, Luff, Love, anything really
2. What you tend to roleplay: Teen/modern. But I want to try a lot more.
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: I'm fine with anything, except detailed gory scenes.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: Around two years, I think
5. Codeword: Freedom
6. A sample of your roleplaying. An intro will do. Say what genre it is.
This is a night club intro.
Red. Blue. Green. Yellow. Nothing. The sequence repeated once again, lights flashing over the frail girl. She stood in the middle of the dance floor, bodies pressed against her, hands running over her, though alone. Always alone for her. Faye had never known anything else. But here, hips swaying, the bass in the music pumping through her, she felt /alive/, truly alive. Dancing had always been her passion, and the only thing that kept her sane. The little faerie slowly made her way off the dance floor, needing water and to cool down for a bit. Yes, I did just call her a faerie. You see, it was Halloween, and the 17-year-old had to dress up as something. She had snuck into the 18+ club, she had to see the notorious Halloween party at Pulse.
A light pink leotard adorned her thin body, 5' 3" and 105 pounds, white tights under it. Wings were pinned onto the back of the leotard, covered in swirling pastels. Her face had bright swirls on it, her own design made of watercolor pencils. They really went on quite easily. Her eyes were covered in glitter, as well as /long/ fake eyelashes. Her normally pitch black, waist-length hair had blue and red streaks in it. She had gotten quite a few people to dance with her tonight, both genders, of which she was proud of. Most of the dancing was...naughty, but that was Faye’s type.
Even without her dancing, she could attract people. Whether it was the slight British accent, she’d moved here six years ago, the fair, almost unblemished, white skin, or the amazing aura around her, Faye would never know. She’d had way too many relationships by now, though only a couple were serious. Faye wasn’t very good with commitment, most of her relationships lasted around a month or so. No matter how much she ‘loved’ someone, Faye would never go all the way with them, it was against her beliefs. Though it didn’t show, the girl actually did have self-restraints. She would also never tell anyone about her addictions, to marijuana as well as caffeine. She’d had both for at least three years.
Though Faye wasn’t the smartest girl you’d ever meet, she had street smarts. To her, that’s what mattered. Central High could go up in flames, and she’d almost not notice. The highschool senior had a tendency to skip school, and was failing almost all of her classes. But she’d been on her own for about a year, so her parents didn’t know nor care. It might seem like they were horrible people, but it had actually been Faye’s idea to move out. She just didn’t like having the rules that came with parents. But here, she was in her own little world, in the club, with no rules whatsoever. So she made her way through the crowd around the bar, getting a simple water.
2. What you tend to roleplay: Teen/modern. But I want to try a lot more.
3. Do you have any limits(romance, violence, swearing)?: I'm fine with anything, except detailed gory scenes.
4. How long have you been roleplaying for?: Around two years, I think
5. Codeword: Freedom
6. A sample of your roleplaying. An intro will do. Say what genre it is.
This is a night club intro.
Red. Blue. Green. Yellow. Nothing. The sequence repeated once again, lights flashing over the frail girl. She stood in the middle of the dance floor, bodies pressed against her, hands running over her, though alone. Always alone for her. Faye had never known anything else. But here, hips swaying, the bass in the music pumping through her, she felt /alive/, truly alive. Dancing had always been her passion, and the only thing that kept her sane. The little faerie slowly made her way off the dance floor, needing water and to cool down for a bit. Yes, I did just call her a faerie. You see, it was Halloween, and the 17-year-old had to dress up as something. She had snuck into the 18+ club, she had to see the notorious Halloween party at Pulse.
A light pink leotard adorned her thin body, 5' 3" and 105 pounds, white tights under it. Wings were pinned onto the back of the leotard, covered in swirling pastels. Her face had bright swirls on it, her own design made of watercolor pencils. They really went on quite easily. Her eyes were covered in glitter, as well as /long/ fake eyelashes. Her normally pitch black, waist-length hair had blue and red streaks in it. She had gotten quite a few people to dance with her tonight, both genders, of which she was proud of. Most of the dancing was...naughty, but that was Faye’s type.
Even without her dancing, she could attract people. Whether it was the slight British accent, she’d moved here six years ago, the fair, almost unblemished, white skin, or the amazing aura around her, Faye would never know. She’d had way too many relationships by now, though only a couple were serious. Faye wasn’t very good with commitment, most of her relationships lasted around a month or so. No matter how much she ‘loved’ someone, Faye would never go all the way with them, it was against her beliefs. Though it didn’t show, the girl actually did have self-restraints. She would also never tell anyone about her addictions, to marijuana as well as caffeine. She’d had both for at least three years.
Though Faye wasn’t the smartest girl you’d ever meet, she had street smarts. To her, that’s what mattered. Central High could go up in flames, and she’d almost not notice. The highschool senior had a tendency to skip school, and was failing almost all of her classes. But she’d been on her own for about a year, so her parents didn’t know nor care. It might seem like they were horrible people, but it had actually been Faye’s idea to move out. She just didn’t like having the rules that came with parents. But here, she was in her own little world, in the club, with no rules whatsoever. So she made her way through the crowd around the bar, getting a simple water.
