Post by rosettta on Mar 7, 2010 19:51:18 GMT -6
No pic, sorry.
Alias: Sal
Age: 15, 16 in a month.
Gender: female
Weight: 160 lbs
Height: 5'3
Hair: Frizzy, and rust colored.
Eyes: green.
Personality: Sally is a jumpy, quit girl. She looks over her shoulder a lot, and can be jittery sometimes. But she's smart in bad situations, and knows when to keep her mouth shut, and when to talk back. Most people get the idea that she's not too bright, or she's sick inside, because she's speaks slowly, or she'll stop walking, and just stand there, staring at something, or just....staring period. Sally is protective of those around, having a sisterly, or motherly feel to those around her. Sally tends to want to take care of everyone, and wants to keep them all safe. Her biggest fears are: The dark. Someone she loves dying. Or letting someone down, especially when they're counting on her.
Physical traits: Sally is small, and very skinny. It seems that no matter how much she ate, she never got bigger. Sally is pale, with pale green eyes. Her hair is a rust color and frizzy. It's normally tied into a messy bun right on top of her head, with most of it sticking up and out of the bun. She has freckles sprinkled across her face, and has pale pink lips, almost always in a small smile. She wears a pale tan dress that reaches just above the ankles, with long sleeves. It's old fashioned, and has a dark blue ribbon tied around the waist. She also wears black sandals.
History: For a little while, Sally had it all. A beautiful, loving mother who would sing her songs, and tell her stories. A big strong father who would carry her places and had hand made her a doll house, and an amazing older brother named Eric, who would do anything to make her laugh, and would always give her toys and piggy back rides. That all changed on her 6th birthday. They were leaving the house to celebrate, when she ran back inside to get her favorite teddy bear. When Sally came back out, someone grabbed her from behind, and she was taken on a train, into a weird city, and into an even weirder house. Sally was kept in a room deep under the house. It was like a labyrinth in under the house. So many different doors and rooms, and you could hear almost everything going on upstairs. Alice's' room had a single bed, with only on dresser and mirror. God, Sally hated looking in that mirror. Her time there, in the dark, had made her so pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes. Chapped lips, messy, stringy hair, and dirty nails. To Sally, she thought that she looked like she might as well be dead.
After a week or so of being alone in there, more children started to come in, all younger then her by a year or two. They were all so scared, just like her. Counting Sally, there was about six of them, but one day, a small boy talked back to a women, who made them call her mother. 'Mother' took the boy by his shirt, and they never saw him again. That's when Sally decided that she had to protect tho others. And yet, two weeks ago, when the Military finally arrived, there was only three kids left. Sally, page, and Alexander. When Sally walked through that door, leading to her old house, and saw Eric standing there, she almost fainted. She was home....
Role play sample:
Sally got off the bus, Page clutching her hand. Alexander had found his family, but so far, no one knew where Pages' was. Last they heard, her family had been in a place called Central. "Come on..." Sally's' voice was just above a whisper, but that was nothing new. Still, Page clung to her arm, her eyes wide. "I'm scared..." She murmured. Sally picked the small girl up, carrying her.
"Toora, loora, loora,
Toora, loora, li.
Hush now, don't you cry."
Sally sang this softly in pages ear, but she didn't take her eyes off the two people in front of her. THEIR voices echoed in her head.
"Yes, a puny brat with a red coat and a braid."
And the other, i hear he walks around in a giant suit of armor.
They're going to ruin everything!
"Toora, loora, loora.
Toora, loora li.
it's an Irish lullaby."
"From Resembool, I hear."
"Ain't that where the first one came from? Whats-her-name..."
"Come on." Sally turned the corner, the opposite way of the people in front of them. "The address says they live over here."
Alias: Sal
Age: 15, 16 in a month.
Gender: female
Weight: 160 lbs
Height: 5'3
Hair: Frizzy, and rust colored.
Eyes: green.
Personality: Sally is a jumpy, quit girl. She looks over her shoulder a lot, and can be jittery sometimes. But she's smart in bad situations, and knows when to keep her mouth shut, and when to talk back. Most people get the idea that she's not too bright, or she's sick inside, because she's speaks slowly, or she'll stop walking, and just stand there, staring at something, or just....staring period. Sally is protective of those around, having a sisterly, or motherly feel to those around her. Sally tends to want to take care of everyone, and wants to keep them all safe. Her biggest fears are: The dark. Someone she loves dying. Or letting someone down, especially when they're counting on her.
Physical traits: Sally is small, and very skinny. It seems that no matter how much she ate, she never got bigger. Sally is pale, with pale green eyes. Her hair is a rust color and frizzy. It's normally tied into a messy bun right on top of her head, with most of it sticking up and out of the bun. She has freckles sprinkled across her face, and has pale pink lips, almost always in a small smile. She wears a pale tan dress that reaches just above the ankles, with long sleeves. It's old fashioned, and has a dark blue ribbon tied around the waist. She also wears black sandals.
History: For a little while, Sally had it all. A beautiful, loving mother who would sing her songs, and tell her stories. A big strong father who would carry her places and had hand made her a doll house, and an amazing older brother named Eric, who would do anything to make her laugh, and would always give her toys and piggy back rides. That all changed on her 6th birthday. They were leaving the house to celebrate, when she ran back inside to get her favorite teddy bear. When Sally came back out, someone grabbed her from behind, and she was taken on a train, into a weird city, and into an even weirder house. Sally was kept in a room deep under the house. It was like a labyrinth in under the house. So many different doors and rooms, and you could hear almost everything going on upstairs. Alice's' room had a single bed, with only on dresser and mirror. God, Sally hated looking in that mirror. Her time there, in the dark, had made her so pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes. Chapped lips, messy, stringy hair, and dirty nails. To Sally, she thought that she looked like she might as well be dead.
After a week or so of being alone in there, more children started to come in, all younger then her by a year or two. They were all so scared, just like her. Counting Sally, there was about six of them, but one day, a small boy talked back to a women, who made them call her mother. 'Mother' took the boy by his shirt, and they never saw him again. That's when Sally decided that she had to protect tho others. And yet, two weeks ago, when the Military finally arrived, there was only three kids left. Sally, page, and Alexander. When Sally walked through that door, leading to her old house, and saw Eric standing there, she almost fainted. She was home....
Role play sample:
Sally got off the bus, Page clutching her hand. Alexander had found his family, but so far, no one knew where Pages' was. Last they heard, her family had been in a place called Central. "Come on..." Sally's' voice was just above a whisper, but that was nothing new. Still, Page clung to her arm, her eyes wide. "I'm scared..." She murmured. Sally picked the small girl up, carrying her.
"Toora, loora, loora,
Toora, loora, li.
Hush now, don't you cry."
Sally sang this softly in pages ear, but she didn't take her eyes off the two people in front of her. THEIR voices echoed in her head.
"Yes, a puny brat with a red coat and a braid."
And the other, i hear he walks around in a giant suit of armor.
They're going to ruin everything!
"Toora, loora, loora.
Toora, loora li.
it's an Irish lullaby."
"From Resembool, I hear."
"Ain't that where the first one came from? Whats-her-name..."
"Come on." Sally turned the corner, the opposite way of the people in front of them. "The address says they live over here."
