Post by stars on Jun 2, 2013 12:31:53 GMT -5
INTRODUCING!
CAROLINERAETHOMPSON
CAROLINERAETHOMPSON
[/color][/size]NIGHTMARE
now your nightmare comes to life
NAME: Caroline Rae Thompson
AGE: Twenty three
BIRTHDAY: May 16th
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Shifter
ORIENTATION: Straight
OCCUPATION: RN (Nurse)DRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
down to the devil's show[/center]
HEIGHT: 5' 4''
WEIGHT: 115
BUILD: Short, lanky. She's a petite girl. Thin, strong.
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: A bright, icy blue.
INK AND PIERCINGS: Earlobes are pierced, no tattoos.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: She has a scar on her left thigh, from a battle she was in as a fox. Her wound didn't heal all the way before she shifted back to human and it scarred over.
POWERS: Just the normal shifting powers. As a fox she has excellent eye sight, smell, and hearing. She can also move quiet as the night.
PLAY-BY: Candice Accola
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
[/color][/size]peace of mind is less than never![/right]
FEARS: Being alone, not being able to save a patient, and death.
LIKES: Sunshine, flowers, coffee, birds, being in the wild, being naked (it just feels natural), sleeping, running, being girly.
DISLIKES: Rain, mud, cars, vampires, nosy people, lots of noise, and rowdy residents in the hospital.
STRENGTHS: Headstrong, loving, caring, kind, helpful.
WEAKNESSES: Has too big of a heart, somewhat gullible, and is quick to anger.
DEEPEST SECRET: When her parents died, her uncle sold her to an animal collector for profit.
PERSONALITY: Caroline is happy go lucky. She takes crap from people day to day and doesn't care. She goes out of her way to make people happy and will lend a hand when its needed. She loves to just be outside and in nature, as its where she feels most comfortable and right. She can be quick to anger when the time is right, and can hold a grudge like its her job.
HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND
[/color][/size]but god ain't on your side[/left]
MOTHER: Regina Anne Thompson (nee Miller), deceased
FATHER: Frank Allen Thompson, deceased
SIBLINGS: No siblings
CHILDREN: No children
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Her mate, Jason Grant.
HISTORY: Her parents were killed in a car accident when she was thirteen. Her uncle "adopted" her and then sold her to a wild animal collector when she was fifteen. She escaped during the hand off and has been on the run since. She got her GED when she turned eighteen, then went to college and got her BSN for nursing. At the age of twenty three, she's a great nurse. When she was ninteen she met Jason, her mate, and they fell in love. (It's brief for plot reasons.)
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SEVERED
[/color][/size]burn the world, your last endeavor![/center]
Hello. My name is STARS and I've been roleplaying for oh gosh ten years out of the twenty one years I've been living. I found this site by BRUUBRUUUUU <3 and I'm glad to be here. I play nobody else as well! By the way, I read the rules. Pinkly Smooth
RP SAMPLE!
Bru said I could use a post from another site we're both on, so here's a post (admittedly a battle post) I made of a character on another site.
Thor stared at the roster tagged unevenly on the tree. He’d signed up days ago to fight someone, and finally a name appeared. Exordium Tragedy was scrawled next to his, and a wry smile passed his features. He was ready for this. He wasn’t battling today as Thor the God King, he was battle just as himself, Thor, the mortal. There was no pressure to win, no pressure to survive. This battle was purely to relieve some stress. Lately his life had been a crapshoot and the Belgian wanted to blow off some steam. Leaving the list behind him, Thor slowly walked to the beach.
A ragged and hooded cape hung off his body, its limp material drifting on the slight breeze. He wore it to conceal who he was. It hung heavy enough over his face that only his glittering blue eyes could be seen from underneath it, and his body could be shadowed. The tattered edges on the cape revealed just how long he’d been in exile from the alliance, or at least from Asgard. Though, as he saw it, being exiled from his homeland was just as good as being exiled from the alliance. Truth be told, after his big fight with Loki, all he wanted to do was rage. He wanted to destroy, to attack, to damage, to tear things apart. He wanted to tear down everything that Loki had ever built up for himself, including that pitiful excuse of a family he had.
The man had never wanted a family after the truth about his lineage came out, so why would he show such devotion to Nervosa and their spawn? Thor found the hate in his body distasteful at first, but now it fueled him in his new goal: to take down Loki and any who should side with him. He rolled his shoulders, trying to stretch out his muscles. He was ready for this battle. In the past he would have rather won by playing dirty than lost by playing fair. But he was older now, and more mature. With that being said, Thor’s ego was still a bit hurt by his brother. He’d been forced to run from Asgard like a chastised dog with its tail between its legs. Guards were on his tail the whole way from the Wicked lands and by the time the God King had made it to safety, his sides were slick with sweat and his mouth running over with foam.
With the sound of approaching horses, Thor ran his blue eyes over the beach. It was midnight, the time slot that he’d applied for. The moon hung high in the sky, the stars not shielded by the clouds. His gaze drifted to the woods to his right. He knew that off in the forest a judge would be waiting, silent as the night. His battle would be judged on many things, and he could only hope that he would play his cards right. As Exo entered the scene, Thor moved wordlessly. He had no need for introductions. By the end of this battle Exo would know his name. His dinner plate hooves kicked up warm sand behind him as he ran, the cold ocean water threatening hypothermia to his left. With a rear, he jerked his head back to reveal his face and his teeth, which aimed for an important muscle in Exo’s shoulders. With any luck his aim wasn’t off.
His body came to the ground with a shudder and a groan, his joints popping and his muscles tightening. Chest heaving, he braced himself and waited. Exo’s attack would come next. Even as he stood waiting, his chest moving up and down from his speed attack, Thor’s mind flashed back to that stormy night in Asgard; Loki’s face twisted and shadowed by his blood and the pillars in the room, the moonlight glinting off the helmets of those guards loyal to Loki. He could all but see his father’s death play out in his mind’s eye, the All Father tumbling down stories upon stories to his untimely end. And Loki was the reason and driving force behind it. He would squash Loki as one would squash a beetle beneath a shoe. With no emotion, no qualms or fears of what the consequences would be.
Thor stared at the roster tagged unevenly on the tree. He’d signed up days ago to fight someone, and finally a name appeared. Exordium Tragedy was scrawled next to his, and a wry smile passed his features. He was ready for this. He wasn’t battling today as Thor the God King, he was battle just as himself, Thor, the mortal. There was no pressure to win, no pressure to survive. This battle was purely to relieve some stress. Lately his life had been a crapshoot and the Belgian wanted to blow off some steam. Leaving the list behind him, Thor slowly walked to the beach.
A ragged and hooded cape hung off his body, its limp material drifting on the slight breeze. He wore it to conceal who he was. It hung heavy enough over his face that only his glittering blue eyes could be seen from underneath it, and his body could be shadowed. The tattered edges on the cape revealed just how long he’d been in exile from the alliance, or at least from Asgard. Though, as he saw it, being exiled from his homeland was just as good as being exiled from the alliance. Truth be told, after his big fight with Loki, all he wanted to do was rage. He wanted to destroy, to attack, to damage, to tear things apart. He wanted to tear down everything that Loki had ever built up for himself, including that pitiful excuse of a family he had.
The man had never wanted a family after the truth about his lineage came out, so why would he show such devotion to Nervosa and their spawn? Thor found the hate in his body distasteful at first, but now it fueled him in his new goal: to take down Loki and any who should side with him. He rolled his shoulders, trying to stretch out his muscles. He was ready for this battle. In the past he would have rather won by playing dirty than lost by playing fair. But he was older now, and more mature. With that being said, Thor’s ego was still a bit hurt by his brother. He’d been forced to run from Asgard like a chastised dog with its tail between its legs. Guards were on his tail the whole way from the Wicked lands and by the time the God King had made it to safety, his sides were slick with sweat and his mouth running over with foam.
With the sound of approaching horses, Thor ran his blue eyes over the beach. It was midnight, the time slot that he’d applied for. The moon hung high in the sky, the stars not shielded by the clouds. His gaze drifted to the woods to his right. He knew that off in the forest a judge would be waiting, silent as the night. His battle would be judged on many things, and he could only hope that he would play his cards right. As Exo entered the scene, Thor moved wordlessly. He had no need for introductions. By the end of this battle Exo would know his name. His dinner plate hooves kicked up warm sand behind him as he ran, the cold ocean water threatening hypothermia to his left. With a rear, he jerked his head back to reveal his face and his teeth, which aimed for an important muscle in Exo’s shoulders. With any luck his aim wasn’t off.
His body came to the ground with a shudder and a groan, his joints popping and his muscles tightening. Chest heaving, he braced himself and waited. Exo’s attack would come next. Even as he stood waiting, his chest moving up and down from his speed attack, Thor’s mind flashed back to that stormy night in Asgard; Loki’s face twisted and shadowed by his blood and the pillars in the room, the moonlight glinting off the helmets of those guards loyal to Loki. He could all but see his father’s death play out in his mind’s eye, the All Father tumbling down stories upon stories to his untimely end. And Loki was the reason and driving force behind it. He would squash Loki as one would squash a beetle beneath a shoe. With no emotion, no qualms or fears of what the consequences would be.
THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY SIN OF ESCAPE THIS AFTERLIFE. STEAL THIS AND SHE'LL SEND HER KILLER HAMSTERS OF DOOM AFTER YOU AND HAVE THEM CHEW YOUR EYES OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS. LYRICS BELONG TO NIGHTMARE BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD.
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