Post by jack on Aug 5, 2008 9:45:56 GMT -5
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Name-Jackson Mitchell DeMonte
Age-Eighteen
Grade-Senior
Face Claim-CJ Richards
Likes-(At Least 5)
Dislikes-(At Least 5)
Appearance-(At Least 150 words)
Personality-(At Least 200 words)
History-(At Least 200 words)
RP Sample
A post from a site I belong to:
The abrupt throwing of her out of her thoughts caused her to be somewhat irked. She, miserably, opened her emerald eyes to gaze over at the cause of her irritation, but found nothing. At first, she pondered if she’d simply imagined it. After a second of thought, she tossed that idea out, like she’d really blame herself.
Still, her question was unanswered, causing her to slide her feet under herself and stand up. Her drive to figure out what the disruption was over-powered her want to hang around at the base of the tree and just think. She already could assume what it was, some stray cat prowling the garden and woods for a robin or some squirrel breaking a limb and causing it to clatter down to the ground. Yet, it was November after all, hearing the crunching of leaves in a consistent pattern didn’t result in either of her two previous conclusions. So, she mumbled and cussed lightly to herself as she trekked off after the interruption-causing ghost.
Her action surprised her, usually she wouldn’t have cared. Would’ve glared at the subject in question and then melted back into her own little world. Yet, this was different. Some would say that the following statement was preposterous. That she felt like she had to follow, like something horrid was about to happen; whether it is where she sat or where she was going. Something sat in the back of her mind, just telling her to have blind faith in the instinct, and that she did. They’d never failed her before, why would they start now?
So along she went, following after the sound. She’d seen the scenery before, and could only predict where this feeling would take her. To the lake. And so it did. She found herself standing by a tree, scanning the area for any other beings.
You could say that Claudia DeMonte, Clyde, wasn’t quite so surprised when she found another person there. She felt a small tickle in her throat, almost of a growl that this was what that whole little adventure had been about. Following some girl to the lake. But just when she had become disappointed in her instinct’s lack of judgment, it happened.
She watched the girl dive in, at first wondering why someone would be so foolish to do so. Clyde knew the lake was rather shallow, and then she was reminded of the trench that lay in there. Her mind told her to turn back so it could return to its dormant state and continue just thinking, her feet failed to respond. Remaining frozen in placed as she realized the girl had vanished under the surface. Clyde felt a tickle in her throat, proceeding to clear it in order to subconsciously break the eerie silence; she felt the seconds tick like years, just waiting for the girl to appear once again.
Only when Natayla broke the surface did Clyde take another breath, everything seeming to speed back up to regular. Yet the relief was not long, Clyde watched the water swallow her up again, this time there was some thrashing, clawing as she tried to escape the liquid’s grasp, disappearing beyond the dark surface once again.
Now, walking away wasn’t an option. No, Clyde headed to the water. Rather, sprinted. What drove her to do so, she was not sure. She hadn’t an idea in the world that this woman was; she just knew she was in trouble. The Misfit streak in her kicked in. An unlikely savior protecting any and all.
As she dashed downwards, she devised a plan. Trying not to let the pumping adrenaline and panic cloud her mind. Her first idea was to dive in and save her, but this was quickly shot down. Diving in provide the great possibility of hitting the bottom, resulting in her own death. No more thought was needed for that plot. Her mind blanked out as horror leaked into her mind, next thing she knew, she leapt into the water.
She looked down in time to see the black, shadow of fluid below her. Watching it consume her leg followed by the other one. As soon as her mind caught up to her body, she regretted it. The adrenaline just wasn’t enough to distract her from the axe that was thrusted into her mind. The cold temperature of the water shocking her body at her legs, shooting straight up into her head causing a light-headed sensation, one that did not help when her footing was lost in the thick mud of the bottom. Sending her splashing down into the water.
Clyde gasped as the chill rocked her body, maxing out her nerves and sense of touch within milliseconds, depleting her energy and strength. She, in an attempt to escape slammed her feet down; luckily enough to hit the mud bank underneath and shove her torso out into the air again.
She shivered violently already, having just been in the water for moments. The air increasing the freezing sensation by a severe amount. Goosebumps rose quickly on her skin and she was barely able to sit still due to the tremble. But it quickly came back to her what her motivation was to get in the water at the first place.
She turned in the water, jaws chattering as she saw some bubbles a small distance away. She quickly pushed off the sand bank, the feeling numbing –Due to the cold or the urgency was unknown- as she struggled to paddle over. After a moment, she simply shook off her dress shirt, the water weighing it down and constricting her movement.
When she reached the location of the ‘bubbles of hope’ she looked down. The attempt was pointless due to the sheer black-hole like water. After a moment of frustration, she just threw her arms down waving them around in an attempt to find the girl.
The anxiety was starting to wear down swiftly, corroding the confidence as she took a deep breath and ducked under water, finally touching something. She grabbed it, pushing back up towards the surface.
She found her energy almost non-existent as she pulled at the object. Her grip tightened as if it would help her tow in her catch, but she gritted her teeth. Clenching her jaw as she dragged her treasure up.
When Natayla’s body broke the surface, Clyde let out a small sigh. Yet, this was not a complete relief. Good, she’d found her. The true question was if the girl was even still breathing.
Clyde struggled to fight the cold, the fatigue, and for Natayla; Turning her onto her back so her face remained out of the water. She tried to speak, but words failed to spread from her lips, the trembling was just too much and she already felt close to collapsing. So, Natayla –alive or dead- in tow, she began to head back to shore; one arm around Natayla’s waist, the other trying to paddle the two along. But the shore felt like it was miles away.
It was times like these she wished she’d quit smoking way back when.
Name-Jackson Mitchell DeMonte
Age-Eighteen
Grade-Senior
Face Claim-CJ Richards
Likes-(At Least 5)
Dislikes-(At Least 5)
Appearance-(At Least 150 words)
Personality-(At Least 200 words)
History-(At Least 200 words)
RP Sample
A post from a site I belong to:
The abrupt throwing of her out of her thoughts caused her to be somewhat irked. She, miserably, opened her emerald eyes to gaze over at the cause of her irritation, but found nothing. At first, she pondered if she’d simply imagined it. After a second of thought, she tossed that idea out, like she’d really blame herself.
Still, her question was unanswered, causing her to slide her feet under herself and stand up. Her drive to figure out what the disruption was over-powered her want to hang around at the base of the tree and just think. She already could assume what it was, some stray cat prowling the garden and woods for a robin or some squirrel breaking a limb and causing it to clatter down to the ground. Yet, it was November after all, hearing the crunching of leaves in a consistent pattern didn’t result in either of her two previous conclusions. So, she mumbled and cussed lightly to herself as she trekked off after the interruption-causing ghost.
Her action surprised her, usually she wouldn’t have cared. Would’ve glared at the subject in question and then melted back into her own little world. Yet, this was different. Some would say that the following statement was preposterous. That she felt like she had to follow, like something horrid was about to happen; whether it is where she sat or where she was going. Something sat in the back of her mind, just telling her to have blind faith in the instinct, and that she did. They’d never failed her before, why would they start now?
So along she went, following after the sound. She’d seen the scenery before, and could only predict where this feeling would take her. To the lake. And so it did. She found herself standing by a tree, scanning the area for any other beings.
You could say that Claudia DeMonte, Clyde, wasn’t quite so surprised when she found another person there. She felt a small tickle in her throat, almost of a growl that this was what that whole little adventure had been about. Following some girl to the lake. But just when she had become disappointed in her instinct’s lack of judgment, it happened.
She watched the girl dive in, at first wondering why someone would be so foolish to do so. Clyde knew the lake was rather shallow, and then she was reminded of the trench that lay in there. Her mind told her to turn back so it could return to its dormant state and continue just thinking, her feet failed to respond. Remaining frozen in placed as she realized the girl had vanished under the surface. Clyde felt a tickle in her throat, proceeding to clear it in order to subconsciously break the eerie silence; she felt the seconds tick like years, just waiting for the girl to appear once again.
Only when Natayla broke the surface did Clyde take another breath, everything seeming to speed back up to regular. Yet the relief was not long, Clyde watched the water swallow her up again, this time there was some thrashing, clawing as she tried to escape the liquid’s grasp, disappearing beyond the dark surface once again.
Now, walking away wasn’t an option. No, Clyde headed to the water. Rather, sprinted. What drove her to do so, she was not sure. She hadn’t an idea in the world that this woman was; she just knew she was in trouble. The Misfit streak in her kicked in. An unlikely savior protecting any and all.
As she dashed downwards, she devised a plan. Trying not to let the pumping adrenaline and panic cloud her mind. Her first idea was to dive in and save her, but this was quickly shot down. Diving in provide the great possibility of hitting the bottom, resulting in her own death. No more thought was needed for that plot. Her mind blanked out as horror leaked into her mind, next thing she knew, she leapt into the water.
She looked down in time to see the black, shadow of fluid below her. Watching it consume her leg followed by the other one. As soon as her mind caught up to her body, she regretted it. The adrenaline just wasn’t enough to distract her from the axe that was thrusted into her mind. The cold temperature of the water shocking her body at her legs, shooting straight up into her head causing a light-headed sensation, one that did not help when her footing was lost in the thick mud of the bottom. Sending her splashing down into the water.
Clyde gasped as the chill rocked her body, maxing out her nerves and sense of touch within milliseconds, depleting her energy and strength. She, in an attempt to escape slammed her feet down; luckily enough to hit the mud bank underneath and shove her torso out into the air again.
She shivered violently already, having just been in the water for moments. The air increasing the freezing sensation by a severe amount. Goosebumps rose quickly on her skin and she was barely able to sit still due to the tremble. But it quickly came back to her what her motivation was to get in the water at the first place.
She turned in the water, jaws chattering as she saw some bubbles a small distance away. She quickly pushed off the sand bank, the feeling numbing –Due to the cold or the urgency was unknown- as she struggled to paddle over. After a moment, she simply shook off her dress shirt, the water weighing it down and constricting her movement.
When she reached the location of the ‘bubbles of hope’ she looked down. The attempt was pointless due to the sheer black-hole like water. After a moment of frustration, she just threw her arms down waving them around in an attempt to find the girl.
The anxiety was starting to wear down swiftly, corroding the confidence as she took a deep breath and ducked under water, finally touching something. She grabbed it, pushing back up towards the surface.
She found her energy almost non-existent as she pulled at the object. Her grip tightened as if it would help her tow in her catch, but she gritted her teeth. Clenching her jaw as she dragged her treasure up.
When Natayla’s body broke the surface, Clyde let out a small sigh. Yet, this was not a complete relief. Good, she’d found her. The true question was if the girl was even still breathing.
Clyde struggled to fight the cold, the fatigue, and for Natayla; Turning her onto her back so her face remained out of the water. She tried to speak, but words failed to spread from her lips, the trembling was just too much and she already felt close to collapsing. So, Natayla –alive or dead- in tow, she began to head back to shore; one arm around Natayla’s waist, the other trying to paddle the two along. But the shore felt like it was miles away.
It was times like these she wished she’d quit smoking way back when.