Post by cj on Dec 19, 2010 14:31:44 GMT -5
CASSANDRAJANEMARKS !
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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: cj, calamity, cass (she hates that one)
age: eighteen
gender: female
grade: senior
sexuality: heterosexual
played by: kaya scodelario[/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: Upon first impression she is calm and calculated. After basically raising herself as a child, her ability to deviate from the norm is difficult. Because of this she tends to be pegged as both uptight and jaded. CJ is essentially very analytical about things. There is a problem, there must be a solution, end of story. This tends to get her into trouble when it comes to emotions. Often her head will over rule her heart almost all the time. Strategy is her strength and she is quite skilled at planning a certain aspect, but often thinking of a broader picture is her downfall. Once she actually does feel about someone Cass will often be sarcastic toward them in a futile attempt to push them away, she will even resort to ignoring them or reacting in a childish manner as a defense. But if one manages to get past this she will most likely be one of the most loyal people you encounter. She is a woman of pride, morality and loyalty but has trouble seeing things as shades of gray.
likes: organization, planning, boots, beer, classic rock music, old books, small print, her job at a bookstore, jeans, leather jackets, old cars, orchids, dogs, long runs, the beach
dislikes: wearing glasses, tequila, the dark, being called boring, liars, "psychics", coconut, ignorance, her lack of street smarts, lilies, birds, cold showers, wine, heights
strengths: planning ahead, archery, organization, intelligent, quick-witted
weaknesses: expressing emotion, disappointment, to blunt, letting loose, tequila, rather unlucky
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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: alexander marks
siblings: none
significant other (s): n/a
pets: black german shephard named anubis
hometown: colorado springs, colorado[/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: n/a
best way to reach you: PM or AIM xnotwavingx
RP sample:
Early morning. Most considered this to be one of the worst times of the day. The sunlight streaming through the windows would cause most to groan and roll over, often with an arm or pillow over their closed eyes. But in this particular location and time there was no unseemly groaning or rolling over in annoyance at being woken from a deep sleep by the rising sun. This particular situation most laymen weren’t faced with during their lifetime. There were three aspects of this uncommon situation that the average person rarely conceived let alone experienced in their lives. One, sleeping on purely silk sheets in which the exact color was silver or platinum and according to the manufacturer were the highest quality money could buy. Even then the amount of money in ones pocket was not enough, reputation had to be added to the mix as well. Needless to say these sheets were not the type that one would buy at any regular department store.
Secondly sleeping in a pitch-black abyss where the only source of light was a chandelier above the bed in addition to several candles on various tabletops. This was a difficult effect to create in the city, especially with ambient light from streetlights or even the occasional brightly lit moon, even now when the sun’s rays were beginning to beat against the exterior wall of the building. There was no trickle of light peeking out from underneath the door or through the curtains, sun blocking curtains were a rare commodity and even then being able to experience the complete and utter darkness they created was hardly experienced in a urban environment.
Finally there was the person one was sleeping next to. Mr. Jean-Claude Devereux, one of the richest, if not the richest and most famous man in the city. Despite all the prestige and mystery surrounding the attractive Frenchman, there was even more secrets than the gossip magazines could even conceive. One being the simple fact that Monsieur Devereux was the overlord of the group of super powered villains terrorizing the city currently. So by all definitions of the word normal, this current situation in this particular location was anything but normal by any stretch of the imagination. Abnormal would be the perfect word to describe what Rue awoke to on this morning. And abnormal was one of her favorite words.
Pitch black with dim lighting casting eerie shadows upon the expansive walls, just the way she liked it. Even as she slept the shadows closest to her has curled around her in an almost pet-like way. Curling around her wrist, one around her waist and the final around her left ankle. Waking she opened an eye and noticed that her bed companion was still asleep, or as asleep as he got. She was quite sure he was never in a deep sleep; it was too vulnerable of a position to be found in. Sliding out from Jean’s hand that was currently clamped around her wrist almost resembling a crude handcuff, Rue slide silently from the silk sheeted bed the shadows on the wall dancing slightly at her moving presence. Heading toward the darkest corner of the room she paused, entirely naked, tilting her head to the side as if listening for a sound in the distance.
Several seconds she stood there before continuing she grab her new set of clothing which the maids has set out for her. Currently being his “secretary” which entails far more than the usual secretarial duties, she spent most of her time around the multi-billionaire causing her to need clothing at his mansion more than once a week sometimes more than twice a day. Padding toward the large marble shower she rinsed the smell of sex off her body and stepped out deciding to air dry instead wrapping the towel around her long dark tresses. Picking up her Blackberry cell phone she checked Jean’s calendar for the day. Only a short meeting at 3:00 was the only thing on his usually busy schedule. Raising an eyebrow at the lack of meetings she mentally did a checklist of the important dates in her head and nothing was coming to her as being today which would cause such a mellow schedule.
Pursing her lips she glanced down at her ivory skin deciding that she has spent enough time air-drying. Sliding on a sleek black dress she pulled her damp hair from the towel running a hand through it she leaned forward in the mirror applying a light layer of makeup to her doll-like face she leaned backward inspecting herself. The black dress hugged her tightly due to the expert tailoring that had been done at her request and Jean’s command. After all one couldn’t have his secretary looking sloppy. Sliding on her strappy high-heeled sandals she stood at approximately 5’ 10” due to the 2 inch heels she currently wore.
Running a hand through her slightly damp hair she headed toward the kitchen, several of the servants scurrying to get their duties done before the master woke up. Rue watched them with a calculating glance noting which seemed to look away from her eyes in a show of fear. Although she technically had no administrative power over them but they understood the mysterious aura she gave off was not something that should be tested. It most likely didn’t help that she wore dark colors, had light eyes and skin which is in great contrast to her dark hair. Walking confidently toward the kitchen a butler saw her approach and spun around to head back to the kitchen. Shouts in panic were exchanged and he reappeared for a second before scurrying away. If she was awake this would mean that the master soon would be as well.
Stepping into the kitchen the head chef handed her a silver platter and a tentative smile. There was no thank you, oh great jobs exchanged. Rue glanced at his behavior her lips thinning slightly in annoyance. Bowing was hardly worth the time in her case, she didn’t understand why he felt the need to give her a flourishing bow accompanied by a good morning Mademoiselle Hart. After all by the time the man had straightened she was half way down the corridor with the tray in her hands and her high-heeled shoes hitting the marble floors. Just to add insult to injury each hit of her foot against the cold floor sounded suspiciously like a violent slap to an extremely tender cheek.
Heading toward Jean’s private wing of the house the shadows moved from their original positions and flooded forward to form a dark abyss on the wall in front of her. Without hesitation she walked straight toward the black spot her body reappearing just outside the bedroom door within seconds. Instead of knocking she simply slipped inside the dimly lit room, her green eyes finding their way to the spot Jean should have occupied with his naked form. Placing the silver tray on the bedside table she straightened as an arm snaked around her neck with restrained power. ”Master.” Rue said simply her lips forming the words with familiarity and despite the seemingly dangerous situation she was in her face was a mask of compliance, her lips parted slightly as she waited patiently.
Secondly sleeping in a pitch-black abyss where the only source of light was a chandelier above the bed in addition to several candles on various tabletops. This was a difficult effect to create in the city, especially with ambient light from streetlights or even the occasional brightly lit moon, even now when the sun’s rays were beginning to beat against the exterior wall of the building. There was no trickle of light peeking out from underneath the door or through the curtains, sun blocking curtains were a rare commodity and even then being able to experience the complete and utter darkness they created was hardly experienced in a urban environment.
Finally there was the person one was sleeping next to. Mr. Jean-Claude Devereux, one of the richest, if not the richest and most famous man in the city. Despite all the prestige and mystery surrounding the attractive Frenchman, there was even more secrets than the gossip magazines could even conceive. One being the simple fact that Monsieur Devereux was the overlord of the group of super powered villains terrorizing the city currently. So by all definitions of the word normal, this current situation in this particular location was anything but normal by any stretch of the imagination. Abnormal would be the perfect word to describe what Rue awoke to on this morning. And abnormal was one of her favorite words.
Pitch black with dim lighting casting eerie shadows upon the expansive walls, just the way she liked it. Even as she slept the shadows closest to her has curled around her in an almost pet-like way. Curling around her wrist, one around her waist and the final around her left ankle. Waking she opened an eye and noticed that her bed companion was still asleep, or as asleep as he got. She was quite sure he was never in a deep sleep; it was too vulnerable of a position to be found in. Sliding out from Jean’s hand that was currently clamped around her wrist almost resembling a crude handcuff, Rue slide silently from the silk sheeted bed the shadows on the wall dancing slightly at her moving presence. Heading toward the darkest corner of the room she paused, entirely naked, tilting her head to the side as if listening for a sound in the distance.
Several seconds she stood there before continuing she grab her new set of clothing which the maids has set out for her. Currently being his “secretary” which entails far more than the usual secretarial duties, she spent most of her time around the multi-billionaire causing her to need clothing at his mansion more than once a week sometimes more than twice a day. Padding toward the large marble shower she rinsed the smell of sex off her body and stepped out deciding to air dry instead wrapping the towel around her long dark tresses. Picking up her Blackberry cell phone she checked Jean’s calendar for the day. Only a short meeting at 3:00 was the only thing on his usually busy schedule. Raising an eyebrow at the lack of meetings she mentally did a checklist of the important dates in her head and nothing was coming to her as being today which would cause such a mellow schedule.
Pursing her lips she glanced down at her ivory skin deciding that she has spent enough time air-drying. Sliding on a sleek black dress she pulled her damp hair from the towel running a hand through it she leaned forward in the mirror applying a light layer of makeup to her doll-like face she leaned backward inspecting herself. The black dress hugged her tightly due to the expert tailoring that had been done at her request and Jean’s command. After all one couldn’t have his secretary looking sloppy. Sliding on her strappy high-heeled sandals she stood at approximately 5’ 10” due to the 2 inch heels she currently wore.
Running a hand through her slightly damp hair she headed toward the kitchen, several of the servants scurrying to get their duties done before the master woke up. Rue watched them with a calculating glance noting which seemed to look away from her eyes in a show of fear. Although she technically had no administrative power over them but they understood the mysterious aura she gave off was not something that should be tested. It most likely didn’t help that she wore dark colors, had light eyes and skin which is in great contrast to her dark hair. Walking confidently toward the kitchen a butler saw her approach and spun around to head back to the kitchen. Shouts in panic were exchanged and he reappeared for a second before scurrying away. If she was awake this would mean that the master soon would be as well.
Stepping into the kitchen the head chef handed her a silver platter and a tentative smile. There was no thank you, oh great jobs exchanged. Rue glanced at his behavior her lips thinning slightly in annoyance. Bowing was hardly worth the time in her case, she didn’t understand why he felt the need to give her a flourishing bow accompanied by a good morning Mademoiselle Hart. After all by the time the man had straightened she was half way down the corridor with the tray in her hands and her high-heeled shoes hitting the marble floors. Just to add insult to injury each hit of her foot against the cold floor sounded suspiciously like a violent slap to an extremely tender cheek.
Heading toward Jean’s private wing of the house the shadows moved from their original positions and flooded forward to form a dark abyss on the wall in front of her. Without hesitation she walked straight toward the black spot her body reappearing just outside the bedroom door within seconds. Instead of knocking she simply slipped inside the dimly lit room, her green eyes finding their way to the spot Jean should have occupied with his naked form. Placing the silver tray on the bedside table she straightened as an arm snaked around her neck with restrained power. ”Master.” Rue said simply her lips forming the words with familiarity and despite the seemingly dangerous situation she was in her face was a mask of compliance, her lips parted slightly as she waited patiently.
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