Post by Harere Khepri Djinnai on Jul 24, 2008 20:09:55 GMT -5
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Name-
HARERE KHEPRI DJINNAI
Age-
Seventeen
Grade-
Junior
Face Claim-
Jessica Alba
Likes-
# music
# cats
# gambling
# the heat
# cities
# superman
# money
# the colour yellow
# vodka
# racing
Dislikes-
# her foster sister
# cigarettes and smoke
# fire
# school
# normal humans
# loose, baggy clothing
# the rain
# people who shove their religion down your throat
# salad
# orphanages
Appearance-
Harere has a deceptively angelic appearance. Her Arabic background has given her a very, very tall stature- 6’4” to be exact, giving her the nickname Giraffe. Her hair is very coarse, with curled roots and thick locks. Her natural colour is dark brown but she repeatedly dyes it golden-blonde to fit in better among a mostly white area. Her eyes are very dark brown, and her skin is a deep, golden-bronze tan. Harere has very thick bones, which usually has people mistaking her to be on the heavy side, but she has a fit, muscular frame, with long arms and legs. Harere wears very little make-up since she’s athletic. At most, she puts on the lightest cover-up and lip gloss. Harere isn’t averse to or shy of showing skin, as opposed to her religion, so she usually wears a mini-skirt and tight, close-fitting shirts. Harere, surprisingly, enjoys high heels, much to others’ chagrin, but just as well likes flat-heeled boots. She has an aversion for open-toed shoes.
Personality-
Harere is extremely devoted to Allah, although she stretches the rules of the Qur’an quite a bit- she doesn’t hold nearly as much love for the Islamic Bible as she does for Allah. She takes her religion very seriously, though, and holds little love for people who speak out against Muslims and their way of life. She easily gets violent with people who try to convert her, although she is generally indifferent to other religions. Despite her hatred for racism against Islam, though, Harere also holds certain contempt for the ‘normals’- she thinks that power-laden humans are better than the old ones, and thinks the Red Virus was a gift, not a curse, and considers it a kind of cleansing.
Most people aren’t wholly impressed with Harere when they first meet her, since she has a huge amount of pride which can be quickly injured, leading her to have a bad temper. She’s often considered arrogant, but her pride, self-confidence, and no-nonsense personality makes her a leader. Harere is extremely athletic, taking part in most of the school’s sports teams, but isn’t the most promising academic, and she gets annoyed with people who flaunt their high marks. Being indoors bothers her. Harere’s true love is for racing. Since she got her driver’s license, she’s constantly on the track, and has several speeding tickets already.
History-
Harere’s hometown is Alexandria, Egypt. She was born to As’ad Faid Djinnai and an unknown African woman, a man who was fleeing South Africa to escape the political uprisings there that were leaving hundreds dead. He soon joined these numbers after the pursuits blossomed into northern Egypt, and Harere was shipped off to her grandparents in America at the meagre age of eight. But Harere was soon disgruntled by her grandparents, who had converted to Christianity when they moved, and urged Harere to forget Allah, to follow a Catholic path instead. Torn by her obligations to family and pledge to her god, Harere ran away at eleven, abandoning the upper middle-class life to scrounge on the streets. Her grandparents filed a Missing Persons record on her, and Harere disappeared into the countryside, scraping along highways and picking up garbage to eat. She ended up in a junkyard, where the remnants of the Red Virus remained. Because it was becoming increasingly difficult to escape the police, and because now the symptoms of the virus were racking Harere and weakening her, it wasn’t long before she was caught and sent back to her grandparents. They, however, caught the disease from her in days, and, not being as lucky, and already weakened from old age, died from it several weeks later. Harere was placed into an orphanage while she got her American citizenship, and then was adopted by an avid street racer.
RP Sample-
Name-
HARERE KHEPRI DJINNAI
Age-
Seventeen
Grade-
Junior
Face Claim-
Jessica Alba
Likes-
# music
# cats
# gambling
# the heat
# cities
# superman
# money
# the colour yellow
# vodka
# racing
Dislikes-
# her foster sister
# cigarettes and smoke
# fire
# school
# normal humans
# loose, baggy clothing
# the rain
# people who shove their religion down your throat
# salad
# orphanages
Appearance-
Harere has a deceptively angelic appearance. Her Arabic background has given her a very, very tall stature- 6’4” to be exact, giving her the nickname Giraffe. Her hair is very coarse, with curled roots and thick locks. Her natural colour is dark brown but she repeatedly dyes it golden-blonde to fit in better among a mostly white area. Her eyes are very dark brown, and her skin is a deep, golden-bronze tan. Harere has very thick bones, which usually has people mistaking her to be on the heavy side, but she has a fit, muscular frame, with long arms and legs. Harere wears very little make-up since she’s athletic. At most, she puts on the lightest cover-up and lip gloss. Harere isn’t averse to or shy of showing skin, as opposed to her religion, so she usually wears a mini-skirt and tight, close-fitting shirts. Harere, surprisingly, enjoys high heels, much to others’ chagrin, but just as well likes flat-heeled boots. She has an aversion for open-toed shoes.
Personality-
Harere is extremely devoted to Allah, although she stretches the rules of the Qur’an quite a bit- she doesn’t hold nearly as much love for the Islamic Bible as she does for Allah. She takes her religion very seriously, though, and holds little love for people who speak out against Muslims and their way of life. She easily gets violent with people who try to convert her, although she is generally indifferent to other religions. Despite her hatred for racism against Islam, though, Harere also holds certain contempt for the ‘normals’- she thinks that power-laden humans are better than the old ones, and thinks the Red Virus was a gift, not a curse, and considers it a kind of cleansing.
Most people aren’t wholly impressed with Harere when they first meet her, since she has a huge amount of pride which can be quickly injured, leading her to have a bad temper. She’s often considered arrogant, but her pride, self-confidence, and no-nonsense personality makes her a leader. Harere is extremely athletic, taking part in most of the school’s sports teams, but isn’t the most promising academic, and she gets annoyed with people who flaunt their high marks. Being indoors bothers her. Harere’s true love is for racing. Since she got her driver’s license, she’s constantly on the track, and has several speeding tickets already.
History-
Harere’s hometown is Alexandria, Egypt. She was born to As’ad Faid Djinnai and an unknown African woman, a man who was fleeing South Africa to escape the political uprisings there that were leaving hundreds dead. He soon joined these numbers after the pursuits blossomed into northern Egypt, and Harere was shipped off to her grandparents in America at the meagre age of eight. But Harere was soon disgruntled by her grandparents, who had converted to Christianity when they moved, and urged Harere to forget Allah, to follow a Catholic path instead. Torn by her obligations to family and pledge to her god, Harere ran away at eleven, abandoning the upper middle-class life to scrounge on the streets. Her grandparents filed a Missing Persons record on her, and Harere disappeared into the countryside, scraping along highways and picking up garbage to eat. She ended up in a junkyard, where the remnants of the Red Virus remained. Because it was becoming increasingly difficult to escape the police, and because now the symptoms of the virus were racking Harere and weakening her, it wasn’t long before she was caught and sent back to her grandparents. They, however, caught the disease from her in days, and, not being as lucky, and already weakened from old age, died from it several weeks later. Harere was placed into an orphanage while she got her American citizenship, and then was adopted by an avid street racer.
RP Sample-
Esperanza ruefully licked her bloody lips to check if there was any skin remaining on them. Her tongue met a dull, cold, cracked, and bloody surface circling the rim of her mouth, tasting distinctly metallic. She swore under her breath and tapped her lips with one finger. The biting tundra wind had cracked and split them into a hideous mess, and such a normal winter occurrence wouldn’t much bother Esperanza if they didn’t hurt so badly. She licked her lips again to try to moisten them, and then proceeded to move along the wide, snowy streets of Barrek, the wind buffeting her backwards at every step she took. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, coincidentally upon her arrival. Esperanza had left her taxi behind somewhere beyond the buildings some while ago. She had booked a motel for the time she would be in Barrek, but the wind was so forceful Esperanza doubted she would find it in the next two hours. It was all just as well that the cold wasn’t bothering her.
Esperanza ducked around a boarded-up thrift shop to escape the wind’s full force. The long-forgotten ‘Closed’ sign that hung on it rattled loudly against the glass of one of the windows, making an insistent tapping noise that was nearly drowned out by the wind’s roar. Esperanza moved around the building until she was on the leeward side of the wind, in the easternmost direction. The wind still screamed in her ears, but she was no longer fighting against it. She continued to avoid it, though, by slipping between two closed pawn shops and into a narrow, deserted alleyway. Esperanza turned down into another even narrower lane, her hands tightly clenching the straps of the large pack she had hurriedly slung onto her back. She hadn’t brought much to Barrek, as she didn’t expect to be staying too long. All she had were a few changes of clothes, basic hygiene products which were irritably important in the human world, two H.P. Lovecraft novels, her iPod, a single pistol, and a few .357 rounds shoved into the very bottom of her bag. She could feel the barrel of the gun poking her painfully in the spine, and she shifted the bag on her shoulders into a more comfortable position. She stopped to get her bearings in another narrow alley. It was deathly silent after the rage of the wind out in the open streets, and Esperanza was grateful for the peace. Some cheerful lights in the distance attracted her attention, and she moved towards them. She licked her suffering lips again and approached the glittering lights of what appeared to be a diner in the distance.
Nearly running the last few metres along the street, Esperanza pushed the door of the diner open without a backwards glance into the darkness behind her. The bell jingled loudly over her head. Her dark hair had gotten into her face from the blast of wind that had hit her when she’d gone into the open in front of the diner, but she made no move to push it away from her eyes. She moved around the diner, which was mostly empty and quiet. Few heads were turned by her entrance. Esperanza sat at one of the tables closest to the window, allowing herself to rest momentarily by pressing the side of her face against the cold, hard glass. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, suddenly aware of just how tired she was.