Post by dari on Jun 3, 2009 2:11:15 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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DAIRINE LEANNE SILEF[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: dari, dardar, dariwarikinns, dare bear.
AGE: fifteen.
YEAR: fifth.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight.
D.O.B.: april tenth.
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: hufflepuff.
ALLEGIANCE: order of the phoenix.
PROFESSION: hogwarts student.
WAND TYPE: eleven inch cherry, unicorn hair.
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: brown/blue.
HEIGHT: five foot one.
WEIGHT: ninety seven.
BODY TYPE: small and thin.
VOICE: british / american.
PERSONAL STYLE: varies with her mood. often what people would refer to as 'scene' or 'prep'.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: The main thing people seem to notice about Dari is, to her dismay, her height. The girl stands at only five foot one, short compared to the majority of those around her, erand weighs in at ninety seven pounds. Her hair is thick and a shade of dark brown, falling to her shoulder blades. Occassionally she'll add in silly colors like a streak of pink or blue, but she'll never dye the entire thing. She has a round face with a cute button nose and three piercings, one on the left side of her nose and two monroes. Her eyes are large and framed by thick lashes, and although most people see them colored as blue, they're actually brown; she just wears colors contacts. When it comes to clothing, Dari's not exactly the most dressy or formal of people, but she's not sloppy. It all depends on her mood and how she's feeling that day. Some days she'll wear sweats and a large hoodie, the next she'll be running around in a summer dress. Most of the time it's skinny jeans and a t-shirt, but it does vary a lot. One common attribute is that the colors are never very dark. They might be gray or silver or neon green, but its rare to see her running around in black. She enjoys bright colors better and thinks they give off a better vibe. Fitting in isn't a big deal with her at all, though, so don't be surprised if she doesn't match or something like that.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: loose clothing, studying, boredom, quiet, people making fun of her height, being poked, fighting, history, annoying laughs, heights, birds, losing at games, snow, labels, nail polish, cars, reality shows, flying, guns, creepers, weight gain, clowns, overly muscled people, 'that's what she said' jokes, needles, doctors, cooking, dreamless sleep.
GOALS: grow three inches, be able to name all the countries in the world, learn to dance.
BOGGART: birds. yes, she realizes how ridiculous this is.
PATRONUS: the day she broke her arm jumping off the swings.
DEMENTOR: the first time her mother was arrested.
AMORENTIA: freshly baked cookies, the air after it rains, smoke, lavender.
BASIC PERSONALITY: dorky, hyper, sensitive, optimistic, immature, loud, passive-aggressive, insecure, friendly, random.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: mariella joy parks , thirty nine
BROTHER(S): jared michael silef , nineteen
SISTER(S): harlow ella silef , eleven
OTHER: mary holly silef , step-mom
BLOOD STATUS: muggle-born
HOMETOWN: london.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: london.
BIOGRAPHY: it was a sunny, bright afternoon in april when dairine leanne silef came into the world. with large brown eyes and dark locks of hair she took after her mother in almost every way, except for the nose that matched her father's. instantly everyone was trying to get a chance at holding the new baby girl, passed around from grandparent to aunt to cousin.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: atleast six years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: advertisement.
OTHER CHARACTERS: none.
RP SAMPLE:
everything about this town was suffocating her, pulling her under and trying to keep her down. she couldn't take it, she didn't want to break. she didn't want to let it get her, let it win. but maybe it already had.
shadows had fallen over the park, what little amount of sunlight was left lighting up and hightlighting the play equipment. street lights had already flickered to life, making the pavement of cracked sidewalks stand out, and cars were returning to where they came. people going home to their families, to their empty apartments, to anywhere but here. in the end the park would be vacant and alone, to drown in the nothing of the sky once the sun left it alone too, taking the bleeding shades of purple and orange and pink and red with it and the reject clouds, void of color, would just darken and blend in. the park would be all to itself, except for the thin girl spinning round and round on the tire swing. she'd be there a while longer to keep it company. like the rest of them she'd head home eventually, but for now she'd rather be anywhere but there, anywhere, even here. even all alone and with just herself. that was better.
rosie watched as colors and shapes merged together, flying by as she span span span. the chains were gripped between her fingers tightly, willing it to go faster and faster. she wanted it to make her sick, to make her dizzy and disoriented and light feeling. strands of brown hair hit her in the face, attacking her eyes and sticking to her chapped lips. she liked how it floated around in the force of spinning, like it would if she was flying, or maybe like falling. she wasn't sure which, but either idea seemed to have its own benefits. both would get rid of this place. both wouldn't, couldn't happen. she wasn't that exhausted or selfish yet. sure, she took off almost every day, she fought and she screamed, but they brought it on themselves. they believed the stupid rumors and lies, actually thought she was an alcoholic, a whore. annoying, scary, bitch, weirdo, mute. like she was any of those damn things. quickly a foot pressed itself to the ground, slowing the spinning. stopping it. instantly the dizzyness hit her like a wall, her head light and her eyes unfocused. she felt like if she moved she'd topple over in a second, and just that feeling made her lean backward into the tire, laughing and giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world.
her hair hung limply on her shoulders, a little frizzed up now, strands out of place and going whatever way they pleased. everything else was still plain and in order, black skinnies clinging to her legs, a slightly large atreyu shirt hanging to the top of her frame, collar bone slightly exposed. boring and average, even with eyeliner circling her large chocolate brown eyes in some weak attempt at being 'cute' or something weird like that. laughter stopped spilling its way out and instead she found herself resting her forhead against one of the chains soflty, liking how the cooled metal felt. she was tired. tired of fighting with her adopted parents about drinking and sex, tired of feeling like a bad influence on posie, tired of being rosie jessica parker ulmer. tired of everything.
glancing out at the park, she couldn't help but think about it. that was what rosie did, she thought and thought, over analyzed, always having something going through her mind. it'd been eight years ago now, right? maybe a little more, a little less, but somewhere around there. that was when they first ended up in this town. ended up going to these schools, meeting these people, dealing with this life. most of the kids they met at first were here at this very park, actually, the new twins in town fresh for picking on and annoying. more like posie met. rosie wouldn't talk back then, still struggled with it now, didn't like people, didn't want to like people. people were too much hurt. maybe she didn't give them enough credit, and really she knew she didn't. she saw the worst before the good, always pulled back and kept herself restrained. but it wasn't like she tried to be that way. she didn't know how to act any differently. alcohol helped with that though. that was what natty and savon didn't get, why they seemed to think she was turning into a drunk and why today, and all the other times, they decided they should confront her, argue with her, yell. and then she'd end up gone, to the park, to the outskirts, even to school. it all worked out better that way. she didn't need people to tell her she was turning out like her. she wouldn't, she couldn't, she wasn't.
she probably was. it wasn't like she could remember much about her mom, what she'd been like. she could remember her pale skin and soft hazel eyes, how golden blonde hair like posie's framed her thin face. how she'd looked nothing like her. how bruises formed oh so easily. what it sounded like when she cried. how often that bottle found its way to her lips and she in turn lost herself. maybe she really did remember a lot. but she couldn't remember her smiling or laughing, hugging or kissing. posie said she did, that she hugged them all the time, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't imagine it, couldn't think of a time when she felt those thin arms rap around her. maybe she forgot everything good about her, everything good about everything. they were probably alike in that way. how she'd given up and made him come back over and over and over, and how she didn't want to even try to not give up. the drinking, the sex. forgetting other people's needs just to feed an addiction. allowing people to use her just because they wanted to.
heat rose into her face and she couldn't help making a fist around the chain. no, she was not fucking like her. she wouldn't fucking think about this anymore. she'd think about where to get her next drink or what book to read or what posie would like to do over the weekend. she'd think about spinning again. yeah, that'd work. one converse kicked at the ground roughly, trying to set the swing into a spinning motion as fast as she could. she'd make herself reallyy sick this time. atleast, she would've. but instead she lost her balance halfway through getting the spinning going, falling out of the tire swing in one motion and ending up landing on her back on the ground, hard, one foot still stuck up on the tire swing. groaning a little, she grabbed at her head. "Fuckk. Ow." was all she grumbled loudly to herself. god she was so lame.
shadows had fallen over the park, what little amount of sunlight was left lighting up and hightlighting the play equipment. street lights had already flickered to life, making the pavement of cracked sidewalks stand out, and cars were returning to where they came. people going home to their families, to their empty apartments, to anywhere but here. in the end the park would be vacant and alone, to drown in the nothing of the sky once the sun left it alone too, taking the bleeding shades of purple and orange and pink and red with it and the reject clouds, void of color, would just darken and blend in. the park would be all to itself, except for the thin girl spinning round and round on the tire swing. she'd be there a while longer to keep it company. like the rest of them she'd head home eventually, but for now she'd rather be anywhere but there, anywhere, even here. even all alone and with just herself. that was better.
rosie watched as colors and shapes merged together, flying by as she span span span. the chains were gripped between her fingers tightly, willing it to go faster and faster. she wanted it to make her sick, to make her dizzy and disoriented and light feeling. strands of brown hair hit her in the face, attacking her eyes and sticking to her chapped lips. she liked how it floated around in the force of spinning, like it would if she was flying, or maybe like falling. she wasn't sure which, but either idea seemed to have its own benefits. both would get rid of this place. both wouldn't, couldn't happen. she wasn't that exhausted or selfish yet. sure, she took off almost every day, she fought and she screamed, but they brought it on themselves. they believed the stupid rumors and lies, actually thought she was an alcoholic, a whore. annoying, scary, bitch, weirdo, mute. like she was any of those damn things. quickly a foot pressed itself to the ground, slowing the spinning. stopping it. instantly the dizzyness hit her like a wall, her head light and her eyes unfocused. she felt like if she moved she'd topple over in a second, and just that feeling made her lean backward into the tire, laughing and giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world.
her hair hung limply on her shoulders, a little frizzed up now, strands out of place and going whatever way they pleased. everything else was still plain and in order, black skinnies clinging to her legs, a slightly large atreyu shirt hanging to the top of her frame, collar bone slightly exposed. boring and average, even with eyeliner circling her large chocolate brown eyes in some weak attempt at being 'cute' or something weird like that. laughter stopped spilling its way out and instead she found herself resting her forhead against one of the chains soflty, liking how the cooled metal felt. she was tired. tired of fighting with her adopted parents about drinking and sex, tired of feeling like a bad influence on posie, tired of being rosie jessica parker ulmer. tired of everything.
glancing out at the park, she couldn't help but think about it. that was what rosie did, she thought and thought, over analyzed, always having something going through her mind. it'd been eight years ago now, right? maybe a little more, a little less, but somewhere around there. that was when they first ended up in this town. ended up going to these schools, meeting these people, dealing with this life. most of the kids they met at first were here at this very park, actually, the new twins in town fresh for picking on and annoying. more like posie met. rosie wouldn't talk back then, still struggled with it now, didn't like people, didn't want to like people. people were too much hurt. maybe she didn't give them enough credit, and really she knew she didn't. she saw the worst before the good, always pulled back and kept herself restrained. but it wasn't like she tried to be that way. she didn't know how to act any differently. alcohol helped with that though. that was what natty and savon didn't get, why they seemed to think she was turning into a drunk and why today, and all the other times, they decided they should confront her, argue with her, yell. and then she'd end up gone, to the park, to the outskirts, even to school. it all worked out better that way. she didn't need people to tell her she was turning out like her. she wouldn't, she couldn't, she wasn't.
she probably was. it wasn't like she could remember much about her mom, what she'd been like. she could remember her pale skin and soft hazel eyes, how golden blonde hair like posie's framed her thin face. how she'd looked nothing like her. how bruises formed oh so easily. what it sounded like when she cried. how often that bottle found its way to her lips and she in turn lost herself. maybe she really did remember a lot. but she couldn't remember her smiling or laughing, hugging or kissing. posie said she did, that she hugged them all the time, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't imagine it, couldn't think of a time when she felt those thin arms rap around her. maybe she forgot everything good about her, everything good about everything. they were probably alike in that way. how she'd given up and made him come back over and over and over, and how she didn't want to even try to not give up. the drinking, the sex. forgetting other people's needs just to feed an addiction. allowing people to use her just because they wanted to.
heat rose into her face and she couldn't help making a fist around the chain. no, she was not fucking like her. she wouldn't fucking think about this anymore. she'd think about where to get her next drink or what book to read or what posie would like to do over the weekend. she'd think about spinning again. yeah, that'd work. one converse kicked at the ground roughly, trying to set the swing into a spinning motion as fast as she could. she'd make herself reallyy sick this time. atleast, she would've. but instead she lost her balance halfway through getting the spinning going, falling out of the tire swing in one motion and ending up landing on her back on the ground, hard, one foot still stuck up on the tire swing. groaning a little, she grabbed at her head. "Fuckk. Ow." was all she grumbled loudly to herself. god she was so lame.
it's an old example, sorry :/ just gettin back from 39540646 year roleplaying break
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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of Caution Bby!. Lyrics ("Use Somebody" Kings of Leon.
of Caution Bby!. Lyrics ("Use Somebody" Kings of Leon.
