Post by Artemis on Oct 28, 2011 19:52:16 GMT -8
Name & Contact Infomation: Artemis (thumpitythumper@yahoo.com)
Age: 16
Activeness & Timezone: I get on at least 4-5 hours a day, because I’m home-schooled, and procrastinate as much as possible.
Tell us a bit about yourself: I’m a 16 year old, home-schooled junior with a fantastic life! I enjoy tennis and volleyball. I have an affinity for Greek and Egyptian mythology. (:
Graphics & Coding: No
Role Play Sample: Blue eyes blazed with anger, the pipe growing moist in her hand. She was ready to bash his head in, kill him right there. Right now. His cockiness was too much for her to bear, and she ignored every fiber of her being that told her he was just trying to provoke her. She wanted to harm him, taking her weapon and smash his skull so hard it cracks. She’d take a knife and slit his throat is she had one. Sure, she’d have to be an outlaw. But did that matter? Oh, hell no. She could hide in another city, simply lie low.
“God-damnit, Connor, I don’t give a tiny rat’s ass about your past. You have no right to make me this angry, this broken!” Her brow was damp with sweat, the wind chilling her, but she didn’t notice. Alexis raised her pipe, ready to strike the boy down. He’d tormented her for months, and she’d suffered it. He’d touched her, ran his fingers up her chest and then kissed her. With no permission, of course. He deserved every bit of pain he would suffer, every little bit of hate and grief she channeled through that pipe. She ran at him, hatred clear on her pale, hot face. (Sorry for it being short! I’m insanely tired tonight!)
Age: 16
Activeness & Timezone: I get on at least 4-5 hours a day, because I’m home-schooled, and procrastinate as much as possible.
Tell us a bit about yourself: I’m a 16 year old, home-schooled junior with a fantastic life! I enjoy tennis and volleyball. I have an affinity for Greek and Egyptian mythology. (:
Graphics & Coding: No
Role Play Sample: Blue eyes blazed with anger, the pipe growing moist in her hand. She was ready to bash his head in, kill him right there. Right now. His cockiness was too much for her to bear, and she ignored every fiber of her being that told her he was just trying to provoke her. She wanted to harm him, taking her weapon and smash his skull so hard it cracks. She’d take a knife and slit his throat is she had one. Sure, she’d have to be an outlaw. But did that matter? Oh, hell no. She could hide in another city, simply lie low.
“God-damnit, Connor, I don’t give a tiny rat’s ass about your past. You have no right to make me this angry, this broken!” Her brow was damp with sweat, the wind chilling her, but she didn’t notice. Alexis raised her pipe, ready to strike the boy down. He’d tormented her for months, and she’d suffered it. He’d touched her, ran his fingers up her chest and then kissed her. With no permission, of course. He deserved every bit of pain he would suffer, every little bit of hate and grief she channeled through that pipe. She ran at him, hatred clear on her pale, hot face. (Sorry for it being short! I’m insanely tired tonight!)
