Post by sara robertson on Jan 16, 2008 17:39:33 GMT -5
SARA ROBERTSON
Behind the character
Alias: Erynn
Age: 15
RP experience: Right now, I am actually an admin on three RP sites as well as a moderator on two. I am apart of at least three more. By some odd happening, I'm able to keep all my characters alive. I've been RPG for about a year and a half. A Captain (Or did you mean Co-Capitan? It said both in the list) dancer who has a wealthy family will be new for me, but I will defiantly try my best.
Codeword: -admin edit-
Where did you hear about us?: My friend who is currently playing Isabella.
RP sample: [3+ paragraphs]
((This post is my most recent on another RPG site (Yes, anime. But I dont plan to at all bring that into a Non-anime site) and my one of my longest))
Soon after the white-haired women had closed her eyes, sleep took over her mind. Her breathing was slow; even and calm. It never took much to tire Fuyu out. Especially if she used her bloodline. Her small clan-made up of barely enough members to call it a clan. It was just Fuyu's intimidate family really, or that she knew of-had taken years to prefect the "Zen'yu kekkyuu no jutsu" or "Blood healing technique". She chakra required to heal a person with one's one blood was immense. Not only that, it takes the blood of the user and transfers it into someone else's body. If it was used too much, the Akita clan member would die of blood loss.
It was because of this bloodline Fuyu looked the way she did. Her pale, pale skin was due to the constant loss of blood, no matter how little it may had been. Her red eyes were the same shade as the blood in her veins, the same blood that would be used to heal almost any wound. Her white hair, inhearited from her mother, was just an extra touch. Somewhere along the line, starting from her great-grandmother on her mother's side, all the girl's had been born with snow white hair. Fuyu had always guessed that's why her name meant, "Winter".
As she slept, Fuyu had no idea that the boy in the bed had stirred. Even if she had felt the bed move at some point, she simply shook it off, to tuckered out to move or anything. Her soft hair fell into her face and moved slightly, with her light breathing patterns. Her arms had shifted in the night; one still cushioning her head while the other lay limp in her lap.
As far as the Yuki villager knew, she didn't dream. Well no, she daydreamed often. But that was something different. While she slept soundly, no sweet dreams occupied her sub-conscious. No. None. Instead, she often had nightmares. It was usually the same thing and she learned that in the morning, she could just cast it out of her mind. Though that was probably why her nights were sometimes haunted with the recollection of the day her parent's death and the day she was cast out of the village. Not only that, it was as well of her foolish choice as a child to try and commit a great sin. Thankfully for her, taking her own life was un-successful and she now lived a nice life by herself.
But, this night was different. This night, Fuyu experienced neither nightmare nor dream. Her sleep was a dark abyss that swallowed her. She embraced it happily.
A sudden, sharp breath woke her up. Her head jerked up right as Fuyu's red eyes looked around sleepily. How long had she been asleep? She groaned and stretched her arms out in front of her. "How long was I-" She started. She quickly cut herself off as she turned towards the window.
It was just in time to see someone's back jump out. The Medical-Nin hopeful blinked furiously, trying to remember what had happened the day before. She gasped, looked to the bed (seeing it was empty), looked at the time on the clock, and sprinted towards the window. She saw the same boy from the day before walking away.
"Baka!" She yelled, not totally sure he could hear her anyways. She sprinted to the door, yelling in her head. What the hell is he thinking!? His wound's couldn't possibly be all healed!
Fuyu ran past all of the protesting nurses and doctors, ignoring their demands to know what was going on. She burst through the hospital doors, wincing slightly at the hot morning air. It was cooler than it was yesterday, but that was because it wasn't even 6 yet and it still ran into her like a brick wall.
Pushing past the humidity, Fuyu ran down the streets in the way she saw the boy heading. It took several minutes before she was able to see his back walking away still. "Hey!" She yelled, waving her hands in the air, trying to get him to stop. "Just hold on a second!"
It was because of this bloodline Fuyu looked the way she did. Her pale, pale skin was due to the constant loss of blood, no matter how little it may had been. Her red eyes were the same shade as the blood in her veins, the same blood that would be used to heal almost any wound. Her white hair, inhearited from her mother, was just an extra touch. Somewhere along the line, starting from her great-grandmother on her mother's side, all the girl's had been born with snow white hair. Fuyu had always guessed that's why her name meant, "Winter".
As she slept, Fuyu had no idea that the boy in the bed had stirred. Even if she had felt the bed move at some point, she simply shook it off, to tuckered out to move or anything. Her soft hair fell into her face and moved slightly, with her light breathing patterns. Her arms had shifted in the night; one still cushioning her head while the other lay limp in her lap.
As far as the Yuki villager knew, she didn't dream. Well no, she daydreamed often. But that was something different. While she slept soundly, no sweet dreams occupied her sub-conscious. No. None. Instead, she often had nightmares. It was usually the same thing and she learned that in the morning, she could just cast it out of her mind. Though that was probably why her nights were sometimes haunted with the recollection of the day her parent's death and the day she was cast out of the village. Not only that, it was as well of her foolish choice as a child to try and commit a great sin. Thankfully for her, taking her own life was un-successful and she now lived a nice life by herself.
But, this night was different. This night, Fuyu experienced neither nightmare nor dream. Her sleep was a dark abyss that swallowed her. She embraced it happily.
A sudden, sharp breath woke her up. Her head jerked up right as Fuyu's red eyes looked around sleepily. How long had she been asleep? She groaned and stretched her arms out in front of her. "How long was I-" She started. She quickly cut herself off as she turned towards the window.
It was just in time to see someone's back jump out. The Medical-Nin hopeful blinked furiously, trying to remember what had happened the day before. She gasped, looked to the bed (seeing it was empty), looked at the time on the clock, and sprinted towards the window. She saw the same boy from the day before walking away.
"Baka!" She yelled, not totally sure he could hear her anyways. She sprinted to the door, yelling in her head. What the hell is he thinking!? His wound's couldn't possibly be all healed!
Fuyu ran past all of the protesting nurses and doctors, ignoring their demands to know what was going on. She burst through the hospital doors, wincing slightly at the hot morning air. It was cooler than it was yesterday, but that was because it wasn't even 6 yet and it still ran into her like a brick wall.
Pushing past the humidity, Fuyu ran down the streets in the way she saw the boy heading. It took several minutes before she was able to see his back walking away still. "Hey!" She yelled, waving her hands in the air, trying to get him to stop. "Just hold on a second!"
The basics
Character Full name: Sara Robertson
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Orientation: Strait
Human or vampire: Human
School & sport or club (if human): Bayshore Academy [Dance team]
Grade (if human): Sophomore
Digging deeper
Personality: [2+ paragraphs]
Generally speaking-
As most more-than-middle-class girls are, Sara can be a bit self-centered. Yeah, years of getting everything can do that to you. On most occasions, she is able to get whatever it is that she wants from her parents, whether it be the newest line of lip-gloss or the hottest CD. Since being sarcastic and arrogant comes with the territory, these are other traits that usually are outward towards people. It’s not that she’s mean really, nor is she overly rude, but she just chooses the people she hangs around with carefully. She opens up well to very close friends and has a general carefree air about her. When she dances, runs, or does anything else physical, the determined nature of the Robertson family come out strongly. She gets very competitive at times but will try her best to become a good sport.
Deep down-
Inside, you could call Sara kind, sweet, maybe even innocent. On the very inside at least. She holds these traits deep inside of her, because in school she learned that the kind and sweet are the ones easily targeted and become the freaks, losers, and outcasts. She wanted nothing to do with that. Casting that part of her away, Sara quickly picked up the “right” traits and climbed the social latter, getting along with many important people of the school. Upon entering Bayshore Academy, her outgoingness didn’t come to an end.
Likes: [at least 10, in list form]
1. Dancing (of course)
2. Swimming
3. Running
4. Shopping
5. Make-up
6. Hanging out with her friends
7. Music (Taste ranges from Hip-hop to Rock)
8. Unique clothes and Jewelry
9. Going to the movies
10. Boys
11. Small animals
12. Both bright and dark colors
Dislikes: [at least 10, in list form]
1. Staying still
2. Blending in
3. Constantly annoying people
4. A long time inside
5. Rain and cloudy weather
6. the Cold
7. Insects
8. Liars
9. People with no self-confidence (She thinks they need to get out there and be seen)
10. False friends
11. Being told what to do.
12. People who asume things that they have no idea about.
Fears: [at least 5 in list form]
1. Becoming an outcast and un-liked
2. Injuring herself (So bad that she couldn’t do any physical activities)
3. Needles (as well as the Doctor in general)
4. Not being able to get what she wants
5. Being betrayed/lied to
Flaws: [at least 5 in list form]
1. Self-centeredness
2. Expects to get anything she wants
3. Will put people down if she needs to
4. Hiding her true feelings to fit in
5. Consent use sarcasm and overconfidence
It's all in the past
Personal history:
Growing up with a good amount of money, her parents, as stated, spoiled Sara with nice clothes and CDs as well as games and other material items. She has always gone to good schools, most privet. Once she entered High school, she showed off her unique style of a combination of Punk clothes with bright, preppy colors. Her hair especially shows her outgoing personality-being very much blonde with black aspects at different places. This got her many “wanna-be” type of friends but came with a few close ones as well. She still maintained her social status her freshman year at Bayshore and Sara went on to make the dance team; later becoming Captain.
Parents:
Mother: Anne Robertson
Father: David Robertson
Siblings:
Little Sister: Jenny Robertson
Kids: N/A
When I look in the mirror
Hair: Platinum blonde with black highlights
Eyes: Celine blue eyes
Height: 5 feet 5 inches (5’5”)
Weight: 105 lbs.
PB: Kiki Kannibal
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