Post by H.oofbeat on Aug 29, 2009 22:39:22 GMT -5
*NattaliaMarieGreene!
*whoyoucontrol!
full name: Nattalia Marie Greene[/size][/blockquote]
nicknames: Natt
age: 18 Years Old
birthdate: September 7th 1991
canon or original: Original All The Way
*lookscankill!
hair: Her hair is halfway doen to her butt. Its a lite brown not quite dirty blonde, with carmel and blonde highlights.
eyes: 20/20 Vision Over Herenose: Its average, what ever you call average. The kind of nose you love and hate. lips: Her lower lip is larger proportioned that her top lip. Its more of a love it hate it type of thing.
complexion: She has the occasional breakouts. Not often though. She isn't a chocolate freek so she doesn't pay the price for eating it.
body: She is very fit though she isn't active much other than walking. She is sort of klutzy so stay out of her way or you might wear her lunch. distinguishing features: WHAT'S SPECIAL ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER?
style: WHAT YOU WEAR FROM DAY TO DAY
*removecontrol!
likes: AT LEAST 7 THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES
dislikes: AT LEAST 7 THINGS YOUR CHARACTER DISLIKES
strengths: AT LEAST 5 STRENGTHS
weaknesses: AT LEAST 5 WEAKNESSES
fears: AT LEAST 4 FEARS
goals: AT LEAST 3 GOALS
quirks: AT LEAST 2 STRANGE QUIRKS
secrets: AT LEAST 3 SECRETS
*waybackwhen!
history:AT LEAST 3 PARAGRAPHS ON WHERE YOUR CHARACTER CAME FROM
*talenttospare!
roleplay sample:Understanding this was hard for the tiny femme. She couldn’t quite grasp the concept of life. She was never like this before. Never had her wall come crashing down, especially in front of a stag. One that she didn’t know on top of that. These kind of things she never experienced before. Words wouldn’t comfort her now. ‘It’s ok. And when your walls come down, we’ll all be here to hold you. Until those walls come down you are a captive of your own mind. It’s a good thing.’ Oh yeah it was the best thing ever. She was just going to continue to break down all of the time. In front of anybody and everybody. Like she wanted that. “There is no need to piece me back together. I don’t need that. What I need is a new life. Its been to hard. I can’t live like that anymore. I just don’t want to have to put up with everything that I have. The things that I don’t want to think about are leaking back into my mind. Its not something I want to relive.” Her spiel was something she didn’t do often. She never talked to anyone about her feelings. Not ever. She wasn’t about to start that either. This Cyanide couldn’t make her think of that. That was what was coming now. He was trying to repair what was never meant to be fixed. Something that should just suffer and die in silence. Instead of all these questions and words. Being harsh wasn’t going to help now.
She knew better than to be like this. Building her walls back up was the only thing that she could do that would help her in anyway. Now it wouldn’t make a difference, but later it would. Building the walls back up could only mean making things better that they were at the moment. One-by-one the wall was rebuilt. She could feel herself being able to take a big breath of air while her mind worked its magic. Magic was so far gone. She couldn’t wait for a miracle now. She couldn’t wait for the right one to build her walls for her. Thinking back to the day was the only reason she kept on living. She would have thrown herself of a cliff by now is it weren’t for them. She would live on and they would live on in her heart and her soul. ‘No, Melamine. You tell me if you wish for me to move from you. This is your home too now. You are safe here. You have the right to be comfortable and loved like anyone else. And if a stag catches your eye you can bring him here as well.’ She gave out a little laugh, “There is no chance of finding a stag that could take me being like this. Being alone is the worst feeling in the world. I need to be near another soul. I can’t be alone anymore. It feels like its part of the reason that I seem to break down. Im never around anyone else. But any other wouldn’t do. I can’t have anyone see me breaking down all of the time. ” He wouldn’t want to listen to all of her crap that she seemed to say now. She wasn’t making any sense at all anyways. No matter what she was trying to say. He wouldn’t know what she was talking about. He would never learn about that day that made her who she was now.
Thinking back to the day her family was slaughtered. Something she couldn’t bring to think of again, yet she was thinking about it. She was building the walls while thinking about it. Why oh why? This couldn’t help the walls stay up. There was no chance that they would be built up higher with thinking about it. I couldn’t think about what I did after that. Those poor souls. Never again seeing a new day. Never again looking at their own families. She never could do the thing called love. She wouldn’t be able to hold up through it all. He would fear for her, he would love her and he would never understand her. She couldn’t wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t hurt another innocent soul.
*thepuppetmaster!
name: H.oofbeat[/size][/blockquote]
age: 15 Turning 16 on September 7th
years of roleplaying: 5
password: salmon table movie