Post by heidiann on Jul 11, 2011 4:17:50 GMT -5
MELISSAJANESMITH !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: Lissa, Mel, MJ
birthday: 27 August, 1987 ( she is 24)
gender: female
role: local, considering college
sexuality: straight
played by: Carolanne Evans[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: Lissa is flighty, she disappears every time the going gets rough. She has no clue what she wants and hates responsibility. She likes to be free-spirited and hates when things mess up her plans, even though it is usually herself that gets in the way. She panics easily. She is carefree and when she was younger, she would be found at every concert possible, trying to vie for attention form the band. Tacky? Yes, Naïve? Yes. Lissa is stil trying to find out who she is, though it is not a good reason, it had a lot to do with why she left Alex with Alice, and now she regrets every minute. She puts a lot of pressure on herself to be perfect. And she holds a lot of jealousy.
likes: singing, dancing, music, being fun, tattoos, sleeping, dawn, dusk, walking, running, driving, internet, make-up. Nail polish, doing hair, she does love her daughter, she just has no clue how to show anyone, food, coffee, ipod, the ocean
dislikes: responsibility, decisions, rude people, people standing in her way, her jealousy, herself for leaving alex and alice, afternoon sun, cooking
strengths: running, lending an ear, having fun, modeling, singing, swimming, dancing, appearance.
weaknesses: staying put, being jealous., making decisions, taking responsibility, being calm, being patient, drawing, jumping, instruments
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Adrian Jackson Smith
siblings: none
significant other (s): she does have a daughter she has never truly been around
pets: haha, no. She hates responsibility. What would she be doing with a pet?
hometown: NYC New York[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: Ian Alexander Seaborne, Andy Karson Abrams
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RP sample: Ian and Bree
Memories of women pounding his door screaming profanities and finding certain dishes broken when he arrived home is what made Ian keep women from his house. Besides, it had always been his sanctuary until he began to feel the lonely tick of being single in a giant apartment; that was why he wanted to take on a roommate. And for some odd reason, it had to be a female, though he had refrained from even having them see the outside of his duplex. He knew he’d get into a fight with whatever guy moved in, so Bree was the perfect answer. " Once, she was very… sweet." he murmured, not wanting to talk about Marie. Marie and him had dated when he was nineteen until he was twenty-two. They had shared an apartment, and acted as if married. The thing was, she had the same mentality as Ian, and one day she got mad at him for being late home from school and invited men over. Many of them. Ian spent a night in a public holding cell for that one, but was cleared through some, persuasion. " And no, I don‘t make women mad often, it‘s just best when they do one day, they are in the dark about my whereabouts."
" I‘m positive. We share a home, we share the fridge, you are welcome to anything. Besides, I bet my arteries as you say, are thanking you for taking it off my hands" He grinned his ever-famous grin, and looked down at his chest and pointed a finger to himself, "Ah, yes, but I am not the average half-naked man. I‘m Ian, and you my dear Bree..." he began but stopped himself. He was a shameless flirt. He finished the dishes and took long strides back to the table. " Reputations are either worse than they appear or completely ignorant and in his case, he isn’t a grandma’s boy with a lollipop. So I would have to suggest it is the former of the two, not the latter. . And get used to me cooking, I do it quite often, much better than any ramen noodle or fast food dish, though I do occasionally treat the house fridge to it" He loved her comment about being a carnivore. As he sat, he gave a good look at Bree; her face was spotless, even after sleep. Her hair remained sleek, and she was just down-right beautiful. There was no doubt to it, impossible. He stared a little too long, the corners of his mouth were turned up in approval. He snapped out of it and went back to his interrogation, " Bree, how long have you known this Derek, and what have you heard about him?."
He was glad that she was excited about the house, god knew he couldn’t decorate worth a damn. He just knew what he wanted. " I would like a lot of blacks, silver, metal, white. No wood, if you please, maybe some vintage pieces thrown in. But very, Jetson‘s if you don‘t mind, your room is up to you, as for my room Black and red, all of it. Silks and metal finishing. Your design skills though or I will manage to make it look like it does now, even with new items." It would be a good summer project for her, if she wanted it. " I‘m glad you feel at home, and I have pretty good company myself." He added, giving another peek to her tank top, in an obvious way, that sly smile spread so wide on his face and his eyes burning straight at her. " I love the recording studio, I can be as lewd and bossy as I please. Perfect for me." He laughed, and it was, though he wasn’t too much of a jerk, he was very professional when th eneed called, but things were ran his way.
" Overalls would be an insult to your frame." he added, truly. He loved the banter, and was impressed with how well she was at it even in the morning, he was almost at level with himself, and something about seeing the way she remarked struck him as comedic. " Don‘t hunch your shoulders forward, makes it better for me." He laughed. He picked his can of Mt. Dew up and took a long swig, his eyes darting down to Bree. For some reason, she didn’t irritate him after conversation the way other females did. That was why he often went to far, kissing shut them up. But Bree, he seemed happier, less ass-like, which may have been a possitive attribute to his personality.
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" I‘m positive. We share a home, we share the fridge, you are welcome to anything. Besides, I bet my arteries as you say, are thanking you for taking it off my hands" He grinned his ever-famous grin, and looked down at his chest and pointed a finger to himself, "Ah, yes, but I am not the average half-naked man. I‘m Ian, and you my dear Bree..." he began but stopped himself. He was a shameless flirt. He finished the dishes and took long strides back to the table. " Reputations are either worse than they appear or completely ignorant and in his case, he isn’t a grandma’s boy with a lollipop. So I would have to suggest it is the former of the two, not the latter. . And get used to me cooking, I do it quite often, much better than any ramen noodle or fast food dish, though I do occasionally treat the house fridge to it" He loved her comment about being a carnivore. As he sat, he gave a good look at Bree; her face was spotless, even after sleep. Her hair remained sleek, and she was just down-right beautiful. There was no doubt to it, impossible. He stared a little too long, the corners of his mouth were turned up in approval. He snapped out of it and went back to his interrogation, " Bree, how long have you known this Derek, and what have you heard about him?."
He was glad that she was excited about the house, god knew he couldn’t decorate worth a damn. He just knew what he wanted. " I would like a lot of blacks, silver, metal, white. No wood, if you please, maybe some vintage pieces thrown in. But very, Jetson‘s if you don‘t mind, your room is up to you, as for my room Black and red, all of it. Silks and metal finishing. Your design skills though or I will manage to make it look like it does now, even with new items." It would be a good summer project for her, if she wanted it. " I‘m glad you feel at home, and I have pretty good company myself." He added, giving another peek to her tank top, in an obvious way, that sly smile spread so wide on his face and his eyes burning straight at her. " I love the recording studio, I can be as lewd and bossy as I please. Perfect for me." He laughed, and it was, though he wasn’t too much of a jerk, he was very professional when th eneed called, but things were ran his way.
" Overalls would be an insult to your frame." he added, truly. He loved the banter, and was impressed with how well she was at it even in the morning, he was almost at level with himself, and something about seeing the way she remarked struck him as comedic. " Don‘t hunch your shoulders forward, makes it better for me." He laughed. He picked his can of Mt. Dew up and took a long swig, his eyes darting down to Bree. For some reason, she didn’t irritate him after conversation the way other females did. That was why he often went to far, kissing shut them up. But Bree, he seemed happier, less ass-like, which may have been a possitive attribute to his personality.
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