Post by ross on Dec 15, 2008 19:56:36 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: My name is Ross. Well, Ross is my last name but I don't like my first name. At all. So, um, I'm just not going to tell you so then you won't call me that on accident or something. So... Yeah. Call me Ross.
How Long Have You Been RPing?: I have been roleplaying for, like four years. I've only been in one or two forums because I mainly a stay on Neopets. But, you guys seem cool enough.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Noah Jeremiah Tripp.
Nickname: Noah.
Age: Seventeen.
Birthday: December 19th.
Year: 3rd.
Nationality: English and Irish.[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Short, golden brown tendrils of curls that fall just below his ears. He hardly every brushed or combs it so it usually all tangled together, though most cannot tell.
Eye Color: Bright green, surrounded in dark eyelashes with slightly arched, brown eyebrows above. A little less round shaped than an almond.
Height: Noah, being tall for his age, stands at about 5'11 and he absolutely hates it. Almost everyone has to look up at him.
Clothes Style: Noah is usually found wearing jeans and old faded shirts that he says gives him that 'go with he flow' appearance he's always trying to keep up. As for shoes, he usually wears flip flops or old white tennis shoes he's had for at least a year.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents: Noah is pretty good at technology and stuff like that. Being a nerd really pays off when it comes to HTML codes and CSS. He is currently gaining money by making site web pages and fixing any students computers, because, like most geeks, he knows a lot when it comes to computers.
Likes: Noah likes coffee, lazing around outside, reading, smiling, making people laugh, laughing, winter, drinking hot cocoa, talking with friends, eating, playing the drums, and sleeping.
Dislikes: Noah dislikes getting up early, staying inside all day, sad people, being sad, arguments, crying, summer, being alone, silence, frowning, losing, and peanuts (he's allergic).
Fears: One of Noah's greatest fears is silence. he hates the quiet and, though he knows it makes him kind of a wimp, usually carries around an iPod just in case. He didn't go through some traumatic experience or anything, it just always creeps him out.
Strengths: Noah's strengths would be his intelligence. With it, he can talk his way out of almost anything and easily get good grades. You can mostly tell how smart he is, just by listening to him speak.
Weaknesses: Noah is weak when it comes to fighting, though he does have a small layering of muscles, he has no idea how to punch someone and will most likely end up either hurting himself or getting beat up, so he tries and avoids fighting as much as possible.
Dreams: Noah wants to, one day, become a Architect. He has always found buildings somewhat fascinating and want to be able to build something great like the Roman Cathedral or maybe even the Patronas Towers.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Alana Helena Trapp (mother, 40). Franklin James Trapp (father, 47). Gracelinn Marie Trapp (elder sister, 29)
Hometown: Lansing, Michigan.
History:
.other
Anything Else:
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
Michigan Harper's breath came out in little puffs of silver mist as she hurried along the streets of Manhattan, trying not to hit anyone as she half-jogged, half-walked down it. She was, of course, going to be late for work as she always was. But this time she was actually /trying/ to get to work before Lucas decided to open up those doors and flip over the dreaded 'closed' sign. Because, this time, Lucas had threatened her job, and she could /not/ have that threatened. Not when she wanted that sweet, apple red PT Cruiser that awaited her in the garage. Her mother and father having bought it just in case the dealership ran out before Michigan could save up enough money (gosh, that makes her feel good). "Watch it, sister!" Yelled a teenaged girl, about sixteen, right as their shoulders connected. Michigan frown and apologized furiously, but did not stop to help the girl up. She couldn't afford the time. She /did/ have enough time to look back and see the girl give her the finger with a kind of scary grimace on her face, causing Michigan to shiver, just a little. "Michigan!"
Michi flipped to look forward and saw Lucas outside his small coffee shoppe's door, a frown on his pale face. Michigan had to stop from sprinting as she hurried to get to him, her light brown hair whipping a few disgruntled people in the face. Every time they cried out, she gave a soft sorry. After a while of this, she finally reached Lucas' towering figure with a small smile placed on her face. "I'm here. You didn't flip the sign yet." She said, pointing over to the sign by the coffee shoppe's door. It was still flipped over on the 'closed' side. Lucas couldn't help but smile. "Alright." He said, unlocking the coffee shoppe's glass door so Michigan could step into the comfortingly warm business. "I need you here, anyway. I have to go to a Dentist's office and get a filling, so, you'll be manning the shoppe for a couple hours." He said, handing over a large loop with a few keys on it, causing Michigan's smile to broaden. "Okay, I'll make sure nothing bad happens." She said, slipping the keys into her pocket for safekeeping. Lucas raised his eyebrows and Michigan sighed. "Scout's honour." She said, doing that little salute thingy she had once seen a Cub Scout do. This caused even normally serious Lucas to laugh. "Alright. I guess I can leave now... Remember, the Regulars will be getting here soon so have everything cleaned up and stuff. The other employees should be coming. But a lot of them said that they weren't coming, so, you /might/ be the only one here." He said, patting Michigan's shoulder with his large hand before turning his back on her and stepping back outside where he disappeared into the crowd. Michigan sighed when he was gone and turned to look at the shoppe. It looked clean and cozy already, the twelve small tables all arranged near each other each with a small white rose sitting in the middle and the wood covered by a dark green table skirt. The bar was sparkling, it's silver surface having been cleaned by Lucas last night, and the fireplace had been lit, giving the place a warm glow. This had always been Michigan's favorite place, even before she was working here. Michigan slid off the black coat she was wearing set it on the coat and hat rack that stood by the door, revealing a pair of ratty blue jeans and an old 'Beatles' shirt that was slightly worn. She tied up her light brown hair in a sloppy ponytail, and then grabbed a dark green apron that was hanging by her coat, quickly tying it on. After that was done, she flipped the open/closed sign to the 'open' part and smiled, walking over behind the bar with her elbows on the counter and her pale face in her hands. Now all she had to do was wait for the Regulars and whoever else decided to stop by the small shoppe named Lucas's Coffee Cafe.
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Your Name: My name is Ross. Well, Ross is my last name but I don't like my first name. At all. So, um, I'm just not going to tell you so then you won't call me that on accident or something. So... Yeah. Call me Ross.
How Long Have You Been RPing?: I have been roleplaying for, like four years. I've only been in one or two forums because I mainly a stay on Neopets. But, you guys seem cool enough.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Noah Jeremiah Tripp.
Nickname: Noah.
Age: Seventeen.
Birthday: December 19th.
Year: 3rd.
Nationality: English and Irish.[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Short, golden brown tendrils of curls that fall just below his ears. He hardly every brushed or combs it so it usually all tangled together, though most cannot tell.
Eye Color: Bright green, surrounded in dark eyelashes with slightly arched, brown eyebrows above. A little less round shaped than an almond.
Height: Noah, being tall for his age, stands at about 5'11 and he absolutely hates it. Almost everyone has to look up at him.
Clothes Style: Noah is usually found wearing jeans and old faded shirts that he says gives him that 'go with he flow' appearance he's always trying to keep up. As for shoes, he usually wears flip flops or old white tennis shoes he's had for at least a year.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents: Noah is pretty good at technology and stuff like that. Being a nerd really pays off when it comes to HTML codes and CSS. He is currently gaining money by making site web pages and fixing any students computers, because, like most geeks, he knows a lot when it comes to computers.
Likes: Noah likes coffee, lazing around outside, reading, smiling, making people laugh, laughing, winter, drinking hot cocoa, talking with friends, eating, playing the drums, and sleeping.
Dislikes: Noah dislikes getting up early, staying inside all day, sad people, being sad, arguments, crying, summer, being alone, silence, frowning, losing, and peanuts (he's allergic).
Fears: One of Noah's greatest fears is silence. he hates the quiet and, though he knows it makes him kind of a wimp, usually carries around an iPod just in case. He didn't go through some traumatic experience or anything, it just always creeps him out.
Strengths: Noah's strengths would be his intelligence. With it, he can talk his way out of almost anything and easily get good grades. You can mostly tell how smart he is, just by listening to him speak.
Weaknesses: Noah is weak when it comes to fighting, though he does have a small layering of muscles, he has no idea how to punch someone and will most likely end up either hurting himself or getting beat up, so he tries and avoids fighting as much as possible.
Dreams: Noah wants to, one day, become a Architect. He has always found buildings somewhat fascinating and want to be able to build something great like the Roman Cathedral or maybe even the Patronas Towers.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Alana Helena Trapp (mother, 40). Franklin James Trapp (father, 47). Gracelinn Marie Trapp (elder sister, 29)
Hometown: Lansing, Michigan.
History:
.other
Anything Else:
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
Michigan Harper's breath came out in little puffs of silver mist as she hurried along the streets of Manhattan, trying not to hit anyone as she half-jogged, half-walked down it. She was, of course, going to be late for work as she always was. But this time she was actually /trying/ to get to work before Lucas decided to open up those doors and flip over the dreaded 'closed' sign. Because, this time, Lucas had threatened her job, and she could /not/ have that threatened. Not when she wanted that sweet, apple red PT Cruiser that awaited her in the garage. Her mother and father having bought it just in case the dealership ran out before Michigan could save up enough money (gosh, that makes her feel good). "Watch it, sister!" Yelled a teenaged girl, about sixteen, right as their shoulders connected. Michigan frown and apologized furiously, but did not stop to help the girl up. She couldn't afford the time. She /did/ have enough time to look back and see the girl give her the finger with a kind of scary grimace on her face, causing Michigan to shiver, just a little. "Michigan!"
Michi flipped to look forward and saw Lucas outside his small coffee shoppe's door, a frown on his pale face. Michigan had to stop from sprinting as she hurried to get to him, her light brown hair whipping a few disgruntled people in the face. Every time they cried out, she gave a soft sorry. After a while of this, she finally reached Lucas' towering figure with a small smile placed on her face. "I'm here. You didn't flip the sign yet." She said, pointing over to the sign by the coffee shoppe's door. It was still flipped over on the 'closed' side. Lucas couldn't help but smile. "Alright." He said, unlocking the coffee shoppe's glass door so Michigan could step into the comfortingly warm business. "I need you here, anyway. I have to go to a Dentist's office and get a filling, so, you'll be manning the shoppe for a couple hours." He said, handing over a large loop with a few keys on it, causing Michigan's smile to broaden. "Okay, I'll make sure nothing bad happens." She said, slipping the keys into her pocket for safekeeping. Lucas raised his eyebrows and Michigan sighed. "Scout's honour." She said, doing that little salute thingy she had once seen a Cub Scout do. This caused even normally serious Lucas to laugh. "Alright. I guess I can leave now... Remember, the Regulars will be getting here soon so have everything cleaned up and stuff. The other employees should be coming. But a lot of them said that they weren't coming, so, you /might/ be the only one here." He said, patting Michigan's shoulder with his large hand before turning his back on her and stepping back outside where he disappeared into the crowd. Michigan sighed when he was gone and turned to look at the shoppe. It looked clean and cozy already, the twelve small tables all arranged near each other each with a small white rose sitting in the middle and the wood covered by a dark green table skirt. The bar was sparkling, it's silver surface having been cleaned by Lucas last night, and the fireplace had been lit, giving the place a warm glow. This had always been Michigan's favorite place, even before she was working here. Michigan slid off the black coat she was wearing set it on the coat and hat rack that stood by the door, revealing a pair of ratty blue jeans and an old 'Beatles' shirt that was slightly worn. She tied up her light brown hair in a sloppy ponytail, and then grabbed a dark green apron that was hanging by her coat, quickly tying it on. After that was done, she flipped the open/closed sign to the 'open' part and smiled, walking over behind the bar with her elbows on the counter and her pale face in her hands. Now all she had to do was wait for the Regulars and whoever else decided to stop by the small shoppe named Lucas's Coffee Cafe.
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