Post by Anastasia Revere on Jan 9, 2008 19:00:06 GMT -5
Name:Mimi
Character Name:Anastasia Amelie Revere
Sex:Female
Age:17
Please Describe your character in a short paragraph:
Anastasia has dark drown hair, and blue eyes. The color of her eyes varies as her mood changes. She was originally from California, and moved to New York when she was twelve. She is more of a New York girl, because she is so refined. She loves to read and write, but is also very preppy and fun. Anastasia doesn't like it when things get to serious, and when things get to real, she runs away. Her whole life is light and fluffy-because of her fathers money-and when things get to sad or real, she runs away.
Sample:((From another board))
Amelie was a little fed up with her dorm room. There was a lot of kids in there-six counting herself she thought-and none of them happened to be any interest to her. Amelie's mind was still focused on the one boy who she had met in the courtyard-his name she could not remember currently-but he was about the only person she felt like she could connect with. Amelie may have not been the extremely evil popular type, but she was so used to being around people like that, not being around them seemed, well, odd. And this school was full of odd.
So Amelie had decided to come down to the cafeteria, a place where she could eat a fruit parfait and ponder why exactly had she left California a month ago for this place. Amelie walked up to the fridge place, grabbed a parfait from its cool interior, and went up to the cash register. No one was there. {i]Crap,[/i] Amelie thought, for she had really wanted this parfait. She searched her brain for something to do, when she realized she could just leave the money on the counter by the cash register. No harm done. Amelie looked around the spacious room, and noticed there really weren't any tables that looked opportune to her. Then she noticed the boy, sitting by himself at one of the disgusting plastic tables. He looked cute, and actually worth talking to. Amelie walked over to him, her brown Uggs padding against the tiled flooring, and smiled as she reached him. "You look lonely. Need some company?" She asked, turning her head to the side. Amelie almost always did this when asking a question.
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Character Name:Anastasia Amelie Revere
Sex:Female
Age:17
Please Describe your character in a short paragraph:
Anastasia has dark drown hair, and blue eyes. The color of her eyes varies as her mood changes. She was originally from California, and moved to New York when she was twelve. She is more of a New York girl, because she is so refined. She loves to read and write, but is also very preppy and fun. Anastasia doesn't like it when things get to serious, and when things get to real, she runs away. Her whole life is light and fluffy-because of her fathers money-and when things get to sad or real, she runs away.
Sample:((From another board))
Amelie was a little fed up with her dorm room. There was a lot of kids in there-six counting herself she thought-and none of them happened to be any interest to her. Amelie's mind was still focused on the one boy who she had met in the courtyard-his name she could not remember currently-but he was about the only person she felt like she could connect with. Amelie may have not been the extremely evil popular type, but she was so used to being around people like that, not being around them seemed, well, odd. And this school was full of odd.
So Amelie had decided to come down to the cafeteria, a place where she could eat a fruit parfait and ponder why exactly had she left California a month ago for this place. Amelie walked up to the fridge place, grabbed a parfait from its cool interior, and went up to the cash register. No one was there. {i]Crap,[/i] Amelie thought, for she had really wanted this parfait. She searched her brain for something to do, when she realized she could just leave the money on the counter by the cash register. No harm done. Amelie looked around the spacious room, and noticed there really weren't any tables that looked opportune to her. Then she noticed the boy, sitting by himself at one of the disgusting plastic tables. He looked cute, and actually worth talking to. Amelie walked over to him, her brown Uggs padding against the tiled flooring, and smiled as she reached him. "You look lonely. Need some company?" She asked, turning her head to the side. Amelie almost always did this when asking a question.
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