Post by Carly Sophia Burksley on Jan 2, 2009 0:27:39 GMT -5
About You,,
Name: Soma
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Time Role Playing: 8
Why do you think you would be an asset to this site:
I'm a admin of a very literate site. XD I hope to bring this site joy! =D And the secret wordness... is Bubbles since I just decided to put that there.
About The Character,,
Canon or Original: Original
Name: Carly Sophia Moore
Nickname
Age and Year: Seventeen, senior.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Play-by: Brittany Flickinger from Paris Hilton's my new BFF.
Marital Status: Single
Location: Moore Household
Appearance: As you look upon the skinny female, you would first notice how her eyes seem to jump out at you. Due to heavy eyeliner and dark hair color, makes them more profound then they really are. There is a reason she had been modeling for a while, maybe it's the crazy hair. Her odd style of clothing is usually what people find most interesting, from pink tiaras to face paint, she'll do anything for a bit of attention. But maybe you'll just notice how skinny she is, you're able to count her ribs if she rose her hands above her head. Scary? Well, it's not like just anyone can come up and undress her. She only lets certain people have the pleasure of doing that.
Her appearance is one to remember, the usual bandana is what makes people notice her from afar. The fluffy hair is another thing she happens to be known for, maybe you'll catch onto it as well. Her bubbly personality causes people to be quite off guard at just what she would do for a bit of attention.
Personality: Ah, little miss Carly, the confused yet rebellious eighteen year old who looks just about as fragile as a doll. She loves attention, getting her way and doing her best to flirt with people. It's just how the girl ticks, she feeds off of attention and thinks pretty highly of herself. She knows she's hot, but can be very self-conscious when it comes to her weight and height. It's just how her personality seems to conflict, she takes almost everything seriously and sometimes even more to heart. Just as she looks, she's a very breakable person, but not shy at all. It's her attitude that drives people towards her anyway, what most people find attractive about her.
She's daring, will do anything if it's not going to actually kill her in the end. Nothing seems to scare her, from jumping from a high place to just sleeping with some random chick. She'll never admit truthfully when she has found something she's afraid of, unless it's her confusion about orientation. That's where the sweet and innocent part comes in, sure she has looked at girl's before but men just attracted her all the more. Yeah, she's wanted a girl before, even slept with one, but don't call her experienced when it comes to love.
You'll really have to get to know her if you want to finally figure out just what her goal is, though maybe you can tell by her crazy sense of fashion. To make things even more confusing, she was a very mixed up girl, with a hyper sense of personality. At first meet, you'll learn she speaks her mind, doesn't hold back from what she's actually thinking. Sure, pretty people make her shy, but when she gets used to seeing them around, she's more than perfect. Okay, so she isn't perfect at all, going against her families wishes are her main goal. The little rebel with added spunk, not too many people know how to work into her heard.
Likes:
- Girls
- Boys
- Modeling.
- Singing.
- Partying.
- Flirting.
- Guitar.
- Sports.
Dislikes:
- Conceited people.
- Smoking.
- Being looked down upon.
- Change.
- Lying.
- Being cheated on.
Family Members: Elizabeth Rosa Moore.(46), Jason Micheal Moore. (52), none. (if any)
History: The goddamn family, the people she has been displeasing since the day she turned thirteen. From parties to sex in the pool, her mother and father seemed to highly displease her actions. Even after grounding upon grounding, there was no way to stop her, she stunk out and learned the ropes of being on the street late at night. The tattoos turned into another problem, her mother yelling at her for "tainting" her skin, then came the single piercing which made the teacher faint on command. She aimed to see that shocked face once more from her mother, maybe catching her hooking up with some girl. It wasn't really her goal in life though, since she had school to worry about as well. HAH, just kidding. School, she was about to flunk out of the senior year.
And so, her family took her to this hell whole, where her mom now received a job at the same school that she happens to be attending. This place was like a living hell, in her eyes anyway, her whole age group looked at her like she didn't belong. She couldn't have parties, since it was something so common around here, she no longer felt rebellious doing it. Though since she came here she made friends with a select few, maybe she didn't get along with anyone, and maybe they hadn't a clue that she was just a senior trying to find their way in life . It seemed her whole grade loved to make fun of her, viewing her as weird because of her fashion sense and rather daring attitude. She did her best to ignore them, get along with who she could and realize that she did have a few admirers.
Her mother finally stopped following her around the boarding school, after a while it just got embarrassing and fights in the hallway would break out. So the woman was a bit over protective, or maybe she was just trying to check up on her daughter every now and then. Being a only child was hard sometimes, since all attention went on you, though that's what built Carly's personality. She loved receiving attention for things, be it because of the way she looked or just by what she was wearing. Even if it was negative comments given to her, at least she was being noticed in the crowd. Taking pictures of random posing, it was just what described her and always had.
Ever since she was a child she had been told that she should become a actress, the way she lied was sometimes even believable. But she soon settled for doing minor photo shoots, creating a career for herself in the field. She met a few people she liked through that, gained her few experiences with the other gender and even the same gender. She tested out emotions on females, not really sure if that was actually right. But, if her mom didn't like it then she was all for it, going against her was ohsofun.
Role Playing Example:
ooc: just a little something I wrote up, nothing to do with this character.
"I said, let me go."
"Miss, we can't do that."
"Let me see him!"
Her arms went out wildly, fingers trying to stretch towards him and grasp at him. He was already too far away, and those doctors weren't going to let her have the chance to get at him. How did this all start? How did things end up like this? Such a humble life they lived, lying to each other about every concept of their lives. That man, he had so many chances to hurt her... so many chances to take a gun to her head and kill her. That's not what this was about though, nor was it ever about where their relationship could of led. Not that there was much of a relationship left within her veins, she couldn't go on lying every day to him. None of this mattered now, he was dying and she never got to tell him the truth. Tears streaked her face, the face of a lier didn't deserve to be seen any longer, not around these parts. Her hand rose to touch the glass window, clear almost white eyes staring back at her from the reflection.
At night she'd lay there with cold listless eyes staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the morning to happen and a new day to haunt her with sorrow. The room was dark, and she just listened to the rain beat upon her window, hearing every little drop clack against it. The last thing she saw was him dying, it replayed every day in her head, she could of stopped it. She rejected to listen to the truth of the whole factor, the police said she was lucky to walk away with what she did. She would of rathered walking away with death, maybe even in the arms of a angel. This, was beyond worse then she'd ever expect, then she'd ever want. Here it goes again, replaying in her mind like a tape that keeps getting rewound over and over again. But, there is no fast forward button on this memory and there is no way to change these events.
It was a cold dark night like this one, her eyes were as bright as the morning sky and a smile brightened her features. The two figures fell into a long embrace, staying in one position for a few moments. Once pulling back, the same smile kept on the girl's face, it seemed like he was the only one who could bring that out within her. The smiling face turned into one of panic soon after, as a dark figure blasted down the door. The two went into a ray of panic, the male pushing the female behind his back. She cowered, there was nothing else she knew how to do, someone couldn't expect much from a wholesome writer. The dark figure and the male exchanged quite a few curses, before it seemed something angered the darker dressed one. He leapt forward, and the female only caught site of something glint in the moonlight. Next thing she knew was the male she once embraced was on the door bleeding, while she was forced to back up against a wall. No words came from her mouth, her darkened eyes just stared at the closing in male.
"Please... no..."
"Jenny..."
Her man on the floor called out her name, grasping at the violent man's ankles and tripping him. She should of moved or something, but the knife's edge flew across her face. Her vision blurred instantly, as her hands flew to her face and felt the warm liquid filling them. What was going on?! What happened? Her eyes widened once she saw the male on the floor still, wrestling with the other. A gun shot filled her ears, and the last thing she was able to see was the man she loved become lifeless on the floor. The violent man? Oh, he seemed to of gotten spooked and ran out the door with hast. She... well... her vision became black, feeling as if blood was swarming down her face. She called out his name over and over again, there was no answer and her heart started to speed up even more. Again and again, the name "Adrian" came flying from her lips, until she got the taste of metallic in her mouth.
"Please... this can't be..."
Her body fell to the floor in a heap, as the sound of sirens echoed off the walls. It was too late, one dead and the other grasping at life with all she had. It was time to finally move on from this world and go into the next, maybe even tell the man that defended her what she really had to say. The only thing she remembers after that is feeling herself lifted, and now on something soft. Her world was still black, there was no light or color anywhere, just pure darkness. Her hands reached out for anything around her, she needed something to settle herself. The bed ended up having handles, instantly she knew where she was... a hospital. This must of meant she was alive, but... what of her lover? It was going to be all her fault, there was no way she could live with herself.
"Jennifer Ashcroft, I presume. I do not mean to alarm you, but your friend has past on."
"No... no..."
She sprung up from the bed, having no idea where the floor was and ending up landing face first on it. The wires pulled at her arms, as the doctor ran over to her and lifted her to her feet. Her clear eyes started to fill up with tears once more, this time... they were filled with sorrow instead of blood. There was nothing she could do, everything was now ruined for her. Her career, her love life, everything was now coming to crash down upon her. Her life should of ended, it should of been her to fall on that floor, not him.
"Miss Ashcroft... your blindness is... permanent... there isn't a way to fix it, the knife connected with your cornea."
At that given moment she bursted into tears once again, her hands covering her face and allowing her mind to play back last nights events. Was this how it was going to be forever? Sitting here alone and unable to write forever more? Without love, without life, without passion. Nothing but a dead weight.
"It's over..."
