Post by faithrose on Apr 26, 2009 23:56:15 GMT -5
About You,,
Name: Nette
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Time Role Playing: Three-ish years
Secret word: curious
Why do you think you would be an asset to this site:
I'm not to horrible at rping and actually enjoy it =]. I don't cause real drama between people just the fake kind in the roleplays sometimes =].
About The Character,,
Canon or Original: Original
Name: Faith Ann Rose
Nickname
Age and Year: 17, Junior (11)
Sexuality: Straight
Play-by: Miss Mosh
Marital Status: Single
Location: Rose Household
Clique: Photographer/Musician
Appearance: Faith's appearance is very simple. She has platinum blond white hair that comes past her shoulders in waves that she rarely does anything with unless it's for special occasion. Her ice blue eyes are usually surrounded by a thick line of black eyeliner and sometimes a hint of brown eyeshadow. Her clothes are slightly normal fitting flared jeans and slim fit tee's. Although it's usually all hidden by a super-baggy sweatshirt. She loves bracelets and her let wrist is covered with multicolored jelly bracelets. She's relatively short standing just below five feet.
Personality: Faith is one of those girls that loves blending into the background, and would prefer any day to be behind the camera than in front of it. She tends to lean on the quiet side until you get to know her and tends to be extremely shy at first. After you get to know her she can be loud and hyper-active more-so than a five year old. She is usually trying to be optimistic but can often be pessimist thinking a glass is half empty but she still has the glass at least. She'll always pick a bright color instead of a dark one and loves contrast and anything different and is always up for a challenge. People often mistake the idea of quiet and being able to stand up for yourself. When faced with issues she's not afraid to speak exactly what's on her mind and will fight for what she believes. Incredibly stubborn is the last major personality trait of hers. She will fight you if she thinks she's right and if she's wrong and doesn't like you for some reason, since she usually id pretty okay with people, she will fight just to get you mad.
Likes:
- Playing on the guitar
- Writing riffs and songs
- Taking pictures and processing them
- Bright colours
- Her camera
- Most Music
- Smoking
Dislikes:
- Alcohol
- People watching/staring at her
- strawberries
- Having her picture taken
- Writers Block
Family Members:
Rhonda Rose (deceased),
Gregory Rose (35),
Lily Rose(3)
History:
Faith grew up in a household filled with shouts. The only reason her parents stayed together was because of her and was the reason they got married since she was a mistake they made in high-school when her mom was seventeen and he was eighteen. The attention on her she grew to despise. She ended up hiding over her bestfriends house most nights and he ended up teaching her how to play guitar which she never stopped doing. A few years prior she ended up sneaking away her mother's polaroid camera that had long since gathered dust and lost how she could just capture moments and be able to have them forever.
Three or so years prior her mom ended up pregnant again but the secret [or not so much a secret] was it wasn't her Fathers, and he ended up losing himself to alcohol when he wasn't asleep or at work. In the end she ended up dying in childbirth and it tore Faith up even though they weren't close it was still her mom that was being lowered six feet under. Her father decided a few years later that a change in scenery would be good and here Faith is at Newport.
Role Playing Example:
100 words min.
Faiths eyes traveled slowly to the casket which still contained a vast bouquet of flowers on it in such a multitude of colors it was strange to see them at a funeral. She quietly raised the small Polaroid camera and pointed it into the grave thinking to herself change everything except the flowers to black and white. A small click made her shrink back a moment afraid of any harsh words that her father may have in store since he had only become more and more touchy about everything.
There were no tears escaping her eyes, and no emotion could be detected on her small form except for the fact it almost seemed like she was using the camera to shield herself from anything that could touch her life anymore. Faith turned slowly and walked away from the procession and made her way to the parking lot unaware of any of her surroundings. The need to go home put on a pair of pajamas and crawl back into bed filled her mind as she let out a sigh sitting on the curb leaning against the dark car. "Now what?" She murmured lightly her voice cracking from the sudden use her eyes slowly shutting.
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