Post by mikashi on May 28, 2010 23:57:04 GMT -5
COMPLETE/INCOMPLETE
OOC
Alias: Mikashi
Age: 37
RP Experience: 25 years of every sort of RPG under the sun, multiple formats, both online and offline
The Basics
Full Name: Morgan Wells
Go By: Morgan
Nicknames: N/A
Gender: Female
Birthday: February 27, 1992
Sexuality: She likes guys
Hometown: Fairmount, NY
Ability: Illusion (psychic-based, not light-based)
Alliance: N/A
A Little More Detail
Personality: (100 Words Minimum)
Morgan is fresh out of high school, unlike some of her classmates, she's not entirely sure what she wants to do with her future. She wishes she was as together as some of the people she graduated with, but is fairly happy with her lot in life. She gets along well enough with her parents, with occasional flareups over something silly or stupid (often on her part if she were being really honest with herself). She loves both of her parents even though she dishes on them to her friends and rarely says so.
She is talkative and outgoing, especially around friends, which is where she prefers to spend her time. She has been fiercely loyal to her friends, standing up for them even if they might not really deserve it, but its how she is. She daydreams about settling down and getting married some day, but that day is always some time many years in the future and has never been a serious "now" concern for her. She's interested in relationships, she's not averse to them, but too serious of one would be a turn-off for her. There's a time and a place to get heavily serious, and for her that is after college.
History: (100 Words Minimum)
So, here's my thing. Like, my folks are wannabe hippies. They act all save the earth, but really they are yuppies. They are totally in to their stuff, even though they pretend they're not. Dad's a consultant for some firm that goes into businesses and tells the managers how they're screwing stuff up, so they can fix it and make more money or something. Mom is in advertising and does a lot of the artwork for the company she works for. We live north of the City, and they commute in by train, though its a heck of a commute. Unfortunately that means they could also like drop in any time, but at least I am living on campus.
I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do. I did okay in high school; Bs and stuff. I might do digital art, I like messing around with the computer, but I guess we'll see. That's what college is for, right? Figuring my shit out.
Appearance: Morgan is a little over five feet tall, has wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. She typically dresses pretty casually, typical college-fair, jeans or capris, tanks, Ts, sometimes a short jacket, and so on.
The Family
Celeb Claim: Emilie de Ravin
Mother: Angela
Father: Michael
Siblings: (And Ages) Only child
Other Importants:
Example RPG Post
A raven sat on the fence separating the yard from its neighbors, a silent observer, almost swallowed up by the shadows, but visible mostly as a silhouette.
"I don't know," said Morgan with a hint of nerves in her voice.
Now they were getting somewhere, that was not a no. John gave a seemingly nonchalant shrug, "It's whatever, you know. It just seemed like you didn't want to be in all that noise any more. It'd be easier for us to just ... you know ... talk there."
Morgan turned slightly, leaning and half-sitting on the picnic table's surface, "Mmm, maybe, but I don't want to just leave my friend."
Oh, damn it, was what John thought, felt and expressed with his face. Was this girl serious? He forcibly took on a more neutral expression again as he looked at her dubiously. "I'm sure she'll be fine, she's a big girl just like you, able to take care of herself," he said to an audience of her, himself, and the half dozen ravens that were now perched along the fence and on the powerline coming to the house. Where the hell had those come from he wondered, and why are they all staring at me?
"I ... I just need to let her know, so ... so s-she won't wait for me," Morgan replied, even more nervously than before. This guy was starting to scare her and she probably should never have really even left Aubree at all. Aubree was the only person she really knew here, now, and she really wanted to find her again. She'd certainly feel better, she thought.
John smiled. Perfect. He nodded to her and then reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging her back towards the house. A lone caw sounded and he looked up. There were at least twenty, no thirty, shit he couldn't count. There were a lot of those damned black birds all around in the back yard now and it was freaking him right the hell out. Had he taken some of that drug himself? Had he mixed up the glasses or something? Is this what it did?
"Come on, girl, let's go then," he ordered, eager to get back inside.
Morgan allowed herself to be tugged and she hadn't seemed to notice the birds at all.
OOC
Alias: Mikashi
Age: 37
RP Experience: 25 years of every sort of RPG under the sun, multiple formats, both online and offline
The Basics
Full Name: Morgan Wells
Go By: Morgan
Nicknames: N/A
Gender: Female
Birthday: February 27, 1992
Sexuality: She likes guys
Hometown: Fairmount, NY
Ability: Illusion (psychic-based, not light-based)
Alliance: N/A
A Little More Detail
Personality: (100 Words Minimum)
Morgan is fresh out of high school, unlike some of her classmates, she's not entirely sure what she wants to do with her future. She wishes she was as together as some of the people she graduated with, but is fairly happy with her lot in life. She gets along well enough with her parents, with occasional flareups over something silly or stupid (often on her part if she were being really honest with herself). She loves both of her parents even though she dishes on them to her friends and rarely says so.
She is talkative and outgoing, especially around friends, which is where she prefers to spend her time. She has been fiercely loyal to her friends, standing up for them even if they might not really deserve it, but its how she is. She daydreams about settling down and getting married some day, but that day is always some time many years in the future and has never been a serious "now" concern for her. She's interested in relationships, she's not averse to them, but too serious of one would be a turn-off for her. There's a time and a place to get heavily serious, and for her that is after college.
History: (100 Words Minimum)
So, here's my thing. Like, my folks are wannabe hippies. They act all save the earth, but really they are yuppies. They are totally in to their stuff, even though they pretend they're not. Dad's a consultant for some firm that goes into businesses and tells the managers how they're screwing stuff up, so they can fix it and make more money or something. Mom is in advertising and does a lot of the artwork for the company she works for. We live north of the City, and they commute in by train, though its a heck of a commute. Unfortunately that means they could also like drop in any time, but at least I am living on campus.
I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do. I did okay in high school; Bs and stuff. I might do digital art, I like messing around with the computer, but I guess we'll see. That's what college is for, right? Figuring my shit out.
Appearance: Morgan is a little over five feet tall, has wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. She typically dresses pretty casually, typical college-fair, jeans or capris, tanks, Ts, sometimes a short jacket, and so on.
The Family
Celeb Claim: Emilie de Ravin
Mother: Angela
Father: Michael
Siblings: (And Ages) Only child
Other Importants:
Example RPG Post
A raven sat on the fence separating the yard from its neighbors, a silent observer, almost swallowed up by the shadows, but visible mostly as a silhouette.
"I don't know," said Morgan with a hint of nerves in her voice.
Now they were getting somewhere, that was not a no. John gave a seemingly nonchalant shrug, "It's whatever, you know. It just seemed like you didn't want to be in all that noise any more. It'd be easier for us to just ... you know ... talk there."
Morgan turned slightly, leaning and half-sitting on the picnic table's surface, "Mmm, maybe, but I don't want to just leave my friend."
Oh, damn it, was what John thought, felt and expressed with his face. Was this girl serious? He forcibly took on a more neutral expression again as he looked at her dubiously. "I'm sure she'll be fine, she's a big girl just like you, able to take care of herself," he said to an audience of her, himself, and the half dozen ravens that were now perched along the fence and on the powerline coming to the house. Where the hell had those come from he wondered, and why are they all staring at me?
"I ... I just need to let her know, so ... so s-she won't wait for me," Morgan replied, even more nervously than before. This guy was starting to scare her and she probably should never have really even left Aubree at all. Aubree was the only person she really knew here, now, and she really wanted to find her again. She'd certainly feel better, she thought.
John smiled. Perfect. He nodded to her and then reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging her back towards the house. A lone caw sounded and he looked up. There were at least twenty, no thirty, shit he couldn't count. There were a lot of those damned black birds all around in the back yard now and it was freaking him right the hell out. Had he taken some of that drug himself? Had he mixed up the glasses or something? Is this what it did?
"Come on, girl, let's go then," he ordered, eager to get back inside.
Morgan allowed herself to be tugged and she hadn't seemed to notice the birds at all.