Post by Dusky on Aug 5, 2010 23:13:23 GMT -5
COMPLETE/INCOMPLETE
OOC
Alias: Dusky
Age: 17
RP Experience: 3 years
The Basics
Full Name: Andy Wood
Go By: Andy
Nicknames:
Gender: Sex
Birthday: Unknown
Sexuality: Most likely bisexual
Hometown: Des Moines, Iowa
Ability: Force Field Generation
Alliance: Villian
A Little More Detail
Personality: Not easily summed up in words, Andy is what many would call a cocky, die hard assassin. The priorities in her life are as cliché as “Wanna Talk About Me” by Toby Keith. She only cares about herself. Obnoxious at times, subtle at others, Andy does her best to hide her personality behind her own personal force field. She comes off as sexy and elusive in order to veer off any true emotions, yet these flaws in her personality are known to none. Andy’s very character is defined by the job she is currently on, and when she thinks about anything other than the goal at hand, she quickly disciplines herself to think otherwise.(100 Words Minimum)
History: heroesrpg.wetpaint.com/page/Wood%2C+Andy(100 Words Minimum)
Appearance: Julia Stiles + Leather + Gun
The Family
Celeb Claim: Julia Stiles
Mother: Lucy Wood
Father: Henry Wood
Siblings: Durrick Wood: 14(And Ages)
Other Importants: Now? None.
Example RPG Post
REVIVAL
The water ran fluidly down her leather high heel boats, splashing silently on the small stones below. Her arms were hunched stiff along her side as she rose out of the water, the black mascara thick on her cheek. She gave a grunt and stopped as she was on dry land, panting slightly from the long swim. Her hair was plastered to her skull, the water bringing out its length to the middle of her back. She unzipped the black hoodie and discarded it on the beach, allowing now a white button-up shirt to breathe, the water causing the shirt to cling to her body, outlining the purple bra underneath. She wringed her hair of water and began her climb up the beach to the city lights ahead of her. Tying her hair up, she unbuttoned her shirt slightly, as a grin appeared on her face as she spotted a saloon up ahead. The old wooden building was slightly alone on the outskirts of town, facing the river from which ventured out of. She swung open the wooden door, as the crowd consisting of mainly older men became silent, their eyes fixated on her perfect figure. “Hello boys,” she said putting her hands on her hips, “Would any of you kind gentlemen like to help a lady out?” Suddenly three men whirled chairs in front of her, Andy taking her pick strategically. She leaned back and whispered in the man’s ear, “Could you help me? I could really use some dry clothes.” She stood up and kissed his neck as he walked to the bedroom in a trance. The door shut behind them as the bar picked up again.
Three minutes later Andy was starting a 1983 Chevy Tahoe, as the unfortunate man lay in his own puddle of blood at the foot of the bed.
OOC
Alias: Dusky
Age: 17
RP Experience: 3 years
The Basics
Full Name: Andy Wood
Go By: Andy
Nicknames:
Gender: Sex
Birthday: Unknown
Sexuality: Most likely bisexual
Hometown: Des Moines, Iowa
Ability: Force Field Generation
Alliance: Villian
A Little More Detail
Personality: Not easily summed up in words, Andy is what many would call a cocky, die hard assassin. The priorities in her life are as cliché as “Wanna Talk About Me” by Toby Keith. She only cares about herself. Obnoxious at times, subtle at others, Andy does her best to hide her personality behind her own personal force field. She comes off as sexy and elusive in order to veer off any true emotions, yet these flaws in her personality are known to none. Andy’s very character is defined by the job she is currently on, and when she thinks about anything other than the goal at hand, she quickly disciplines herself to think otherwise.(100 Words Minimum)
History: heroesrpg.wetpaint.com/page/Wood%2C+Andy(100 Words Minimum)
Appearance: Julia Stiles + Leather + Gun
The Family
Celeb Claim: Julia Stiles
Mother: Lucy Wood
Father: Henry Wood
Siblings: Durrick Wood: 14(And Ages)
Other Importants: Now? None.
Example RPG Post
REVIVAL
The water ran fluidly down her leather high heel boats, splashing silently on the small stones below. Her arms were hunched stiff along her side as she rose out of the water, the black mascara thick on her cheek. She gave a grunt and stopped as she was on dry land, panting slightly from the long swim. Her hair was plastered to her skull, the water bringing out its length to the middle of her back. She unzipped the black hoodie and discarded it on the beach, allowing now a white button-up shirt to breathe, the water causing the shirt to cling to her body, outlining the purple bra underneath. She wringed her hair of water and began her climb up the beach to the city lights ahead of her. Tying her hair up, she unbuttoned her shirt slightly, as a grin appeared on her face as she spotted a saloon up ahead. The old wooden building was slightly alone on the outskirts of town, facing the river from which ventured out of. She swung open the wooden door, as the crowd consisting of mainly older men became silent, their eyes fixated on her perfect figure. “Hello boys,” she said putting her hands on her hips, “Would any of you kind gentlemen like to help a lady out?” Suddenly three men whirled chairs in front of her, Andy taking her pick strategically. She leaned back and whispered in the man’s ear, “Could you help me? I could really use some dry clothes.” She stood up and kissed his neck as he walked to the bedroom in a trance. The door shut behind them as the bar picked up again.
Three minutes later Andy was starting a 1983 Chevy Tahoe, as the unfortunate man lay in his own puddle of blood at the foot of the bed.