Post by adela isabelle davids on Sept 13, 2009 22:14:52 GMT 1
adela isabelle davids
nineteen . applebee's waitress . strong-willed .
nineteen . applebee's waitress . strong-willed .
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]adela isabelle davids .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]addie .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]nineteen .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]kind . patient . inspiring . witty . flirtatious . intelligent . stubborn . fun-loving . humorous .
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]she was born in lousville, colorado, on september nineteenth, to james and louelle davids . she was their only child, given the fact that james left the family for the beaches of miami when adela was only four years old . louelle refused to believe that james was gone, and eventually, she moved herself and adela to miami, in hopes that james would reunite with them . he did .
the rest of addie's life was pretty un-monumental . she attended elementary, high school, and one year of college at seventeen years old . but instead of pursuing a degree, she left her parents to lead her own life, and signed a contract with applebee's to stay there and eventually become manager . she's very happy with the job, so it wasn't a bad deal . on her off days, she visited the beach, studied on her own, and is now an apprentice to a sailor, whom is going to leave his company to her so that tourists can take sailing rides with her .
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ooc name: intie .
pb being used: isla fisher .
years of experience: eight .
membergroup: citizen .
other: the rp sample below is from a mutant rpg, just to let you know . four eight-five word count .
I like the way you put your hands up in the air.
I like the way you shake your hair.
I like the way you like to touch.
I like the way you stare so much.
"But most of all..." the girl mumbled, almost sub-consciously. She was leaning against the bar, her elbows propped nonchalantly against the black marble countertops. Her deep, intense brown eyes casually watched the bartender hustle to and fro between drunkards, new customers, and regulars such as herself. Her pale, delicate fingers were laced around an apple martini, complete with a slice of the fruit on the side of the glass. Her other hand was tracing the outlines of the rocks within the marble.
The girl's hair was beautiful, even if it was covered in a cute little beanie hat. It was that deep red, almost brown color, usually called auburn. It reached to about mid-back, with those gentle, rolling waves that would make any man's heart stutter. Her mind, as usual, was fluttering back and forth between random, and not so random, thoughts, especially as she watched the bobbing crowd before her. She felt no pull to join them at all.
It had been a year since she had been on her own, without the help of her mother, who was a mutant and also her best friend. She had been without her father, Kent, for quite some time - ever since he had abandoned their family of three because of his frightened pussy outlook. A fear deep within Adela pulled at her gut as her mind honed in on this one problem. Being related to her mother meant also fearing for her every moment of her life. Fearing for her because of the dreaded government. Adela herself was as human as she could be, but her mother was not. So along with this connection came the fact that she was one of the very few actual humans in this god-forsaken town who knew about the occupants here... mutants.
Raising her heavily lashed eyes to sweep them across the room, she couldn't help but wonder how many of the drunk-ass underage teens and adults alike here were human like herself. She knew that, by far, the majority of the town were mutants. But hell, they all seemed so alike! Taken that some mutants were so afraid of flaggers and hunters that they would lay too low...
Like the one that she spotted now. He was slightly hunched, observing the crowd like she had been doing milliseconds before. But now she was studying him. He was handsome, that was a given. But he seemed too closed off, or protective of something, his expression clearly readable that he would rather die than join in the hullabaloo at this time. With a very curious sigh, Adela pushed herself away from the bar, and twined herself through the dancers, holding tightly to her martini. After all, it was her companion for the night. She came close to the man, but didn't dare get any nearer. She wanted to seem aloof, wary. As any person should in the town of Bridgemere.