Post by .Kylee. on Apr 19, 2006 23:12:50 GMT -5
Name: Kylee Cuthbert
Age: 16
Sex: female
Personality: Somewhat hostile, though okay once one gets to know her, doesn't like to be pushed around, strong willed and bold.
Physical Appearance: Strawberry Blonde hair, green eyes. Her appearance isn't too bad on the eyes. Her figure is a medium build though she is slender.
History: Attitude. Its what sums one girl up. Kylee at one point had been successful at well...life. She had receive straight A's in school, achieving many awards as well as pursuing an excellent career in sports. She admired horses, taking lessons and occasionally giving a few here or there. A sudden desire of change overcame her in which her style and life was changed. She acquired a talent for wrong doing, having fun as the bad ass and punk. She could be found with a few joints here or there, listening to rock music as well as learning to skateboard, getting a few piercings. [bleh]
Sample Post:
She lingered in the shadows of the alley, watching as a few homeless people scurried away from the danger as darkness set upon them. The moon was but a sliver which provided little to no light, the street lamps providing no greater source of illumination. No source of immense excitement seemed to drift here though.
She moved through the darkness, the lamp slightly picking up on the color of the street lamp as she passed through it. It was getting cold, though nothing she couldn't deal with. She wore a dark cap which covered her light colored hair, her hands slid inside her pockets. She was hear to have some fun, get a glimpse of danger as her life seemed to be filled with lately. She moved towards the bar, dim lightly seeping through what little cracks of the window hadn't been covered.
Perhaps there had been someone there in the club. Wasn't that where fights usually started, between drunks in the bar? She entered, slim frame moved into the place, crowded with people. She rudely pushed her way through, throwing a dirty look towards those who dared to push back. She had been shoved back and pushed back with great force, making an inappropriate hand gesture before moving on. She wasn't even drunk yet and what a bytch she had started to act as.
This used to just be her 'nighttime fun'. Picking fights, letting men be seduced then rejection. It was easy for her to win the 'battle' as she saw it though less and less people like her dwelled here. At one point she had been successful, receiving straight A's and acquiring much knowledge of horses. Now she was just Kylee.
She scowled with disgust as she watched the women dancing around the men, pushing their hinds up against them. She could do that, but why please a man when he had nothing to give. She hadn't cared of her appearance for she wasn't here to look cute, she was here to get what she wanted. She had no intention of getting up to join in the 'fun' as most people saw it.
She sank into a bar seat, thinking of ordering her own drink and provoking some trouble though she waited, seeing who wished to prey upon her. She knew she shouldn't have been there because she was underage, though her fake I.D. passed through well. No one would dare to hassle her about her age.
[just throwing that post out..sorry for the lack of imagination]
Age: 16
Sex: female
Personality: Somewhat hostile, though okay once one gets to know her, doesn't like to be pushed around, strong willed and bold.
Physical Appearance: Strawberry Blonde hair, green eyes. Her appearance isn't too bad on the eyes. Her figure is a medium build though she is slender.
History: Attitude. Its what sums one girl up. Kylee at one point had been successful at well...life. She had receive straight A's in school, achieving many awards as well as pursuing an excellent career in sports. She admired horses, taking lessons and occasionally giving a few here or there. A sudden desire of change overcame her in which her style and life was changed. She acquired a talent for wrong doing, having fun as the bad ass and punk. She could be found with a few joints here or there, listening to rock music as well as learning to skateboard, getting a few piercings. [bleh]
Sample Post:
She lingered in the shadows of the alley, watching as a few homeless people scurried away from the danger as darkness set upon them. The moon was but a sliver which provided little to no light, the street lamps providing no greater source of illumination. No source of immense excitement seemed to drift here though.
She moved through the darkness, the lamp slightly picking up on the color of the street lamp as she passed through it. It was getting cold, though nothing she couldn't deal with. She wore a dark cap which covered her light colored hair, her hands slid inside her pockets. She was hear to have some fun, get a glimpse of danger as her life seemed to be filled with lately. She moved towards the bar, dim lightly seeping through what little cracks of the window hadn't been covered.
Perhaps there had been someone there in the club. Wasn't that where fights usually started, between drunks in the bar? She entered, slim frame moved into the place, crowded with people. She rudely pushed her way through, throwing a dirty look towards those who dared to push back. She had been shoved back and pushed back with great force, making an inappropriate hand gesture before moving on. She wasn't even drunk yet and what a bytch she had started to act as.
This used to just be her 'nighttime fun'. Picking fights, letting men be seduced then rejection. It was easy for her to win the 'battle' as she saw it though less and less people like her dwelled here. At one point she had been successful, receiving straight A's and acquiring much knowledge of horses. Now she was just Kylee.
She scowled with disgust as she watched the women dancing around the men, pushing their hinds up against them. She could do that, but why please a man when he had nothing to give. She hadn't cared of her appearance for she wasn't here to look cute, she was here to get what she wanted. She had no intention of getting up to join in the 'fun' as most people saw it.
She sank into a bar seat, thinking of ordering her own drink and provoking some trouble though she waited, seeing who wished to prey upon her. She knew she shouldn't have been there because she was underage, though her fake I.D. passed through well. No one would dare to hassle her about her age.
[just throwing that post out..sorry for the lack of imagination]
