Post by Christa O'Neal on Mar 24, 2008 14:02:12 GMT -5
OOC;
Name; Ahha. Izzy.
Age; n/a
Experience; Three or four years.
Your Character;
The Basics;
Name; Christina Marie O'Neal (Christa if you know what's good for you.)
Age; 17
Grade; Dropped out, got her GED
School; Dropped out, got her GED
Vampire or Werewolf?; n/a
Canon; n/a
Dig a Little Deeper;
Personality;
Christa is a heavy drinker. Heavy. One glass of wine always turns into two, and from there, it just multiplies until she's puking her guts out. It has gotten better lately, though, because she doesn't' have anyone to drink with. No one that could drive her home. She's been watching herself since she arrived in Forks, seeing as she doesn't need a bad reputation here, too.
Stephine is a party girl on top of that. She's outgoing, and usually gets along with everyone. At times, though, her blue eyes seem almost hypnotic. You can stare into them for hours and hours, a blank, mindless stare that you can loose yourself in. She can easily convince people to do things she wanted, usually without objection. An odd talent that she obtained when she was a child, always wanting more and more, her father always giving.
When you really get to know Christa, past the drinking and persuasion, she really is sweet. She is quite the hopeless romantic, the clique walks on the beach, lying under the stars kind of thing. However, she has yet to find someone since her boyfriend back in Ireland to share them with. She has locked herself out from any and everyone, keeping people at arms length. Perhaps, however, someone could break this shell, this iron wall that she had put up, and really find out what she'd about.
Appearance;
Christa has perhaps one of the brightest pair of blue eyes you'll ever see. Well, they're not always blue. Teal when she's sad, or even crying, Nearly clear when she's happy, and almost.. Purple? When she's in what most call love. Along with that thought, Christa loves piercings. She has a ton. Well, not a ton, but a fair few. Septic, nose, tongue, and an odd one through just below her collar bones. Most find them disgusting, but she loves them none the less. It makes her.. Unique, especially by this towns standards. Make-u is something that she can't live without. Odd oranges and teals, polka dots, everything. She won't leave the house without something on her face.
Her hair can vary between black and bleach blond, she loves to dye her hair. On a regular basis, you'll see it green, blue, red, even white, so get use to it. She cuts it herself, and won't let anyone near it without a fight. Hell, if she feels like it, she'll shave half of her head and say it was a fashion statement. The thing is, she doesn't care. She doesn't care if you think she's weird, or nuts, she's Christa.
Christa's clothing style is as unusual as her hair most of the time. You'll never catch her in something normal, but maybe a chopped up Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt with an Oscar the Grouch tank top under it. Shredded jeans are her specialty, holes, holes everywhere. That and there was always a studded belt over it that usually keeps her pants up. She has always been a twig, and a short one at that. She stopped growing in the eighth grade, leaving her five-four, average, but short. She liked it though.
Celebrity PB; Stephanie Cowlin
History;
Christa lived in Ireland for most of her life, so she has quite the temper and the accent to match it. She loved it in Ireland, no doubt, the green and the openness. It was alot easier to live there then here, but her parents had forced her to move a little over two years ago. Leaving all of her friends and family behind, they packed up and moved to America much to Christa's disapproval. She didn't understand why they couldn't just go and leave her, but then again, she didn't care. She had had herself convinced that she was moving back the day she turned eighteen.
That had no happened. She'd left one more thing behind that she couldn't live without, though. Her boyfriend of three years. Ah yes, they were quite a couple. Cute and never seemed to get in fights. Her father had even seemed to approve of him. Big blue eyes and blond curly hair, he was any girls dream guy. She had promised him that she would be back as soon as possible, and that they would keep in touch. Six months in, he stopped returning her phone calls.
Of course, Christa was devastated. She blamed herself for the lack of contact, but more importantly, her parents. Her parents were to blame, she had decided. They had made her move, made her leave him. So she shunned them, stopped talking to them all together. Her grades dropped considerably, but she kept them up just enough to graduate. The Graduation ceremony, however, was a disaster. Christa had snatched her diploma and leapt off of the stage, (and seeing as she was in the middle of the line, it didn't look to good) leaving everyone stunned.
She had got a job, and by time she was eighteen, had a car, and a place to go to school. She wasn't sure how good the art program Forks' collage had, but it was the furthest place away from her parents she could get. Sure it rained.. Alot, but she liked it. Easier to clear ones head when you can't think at all. Sure, it would mess up her hair at times, but who cared? Once again, she would claim it was a fashion statement.
Role Playing;
Role Playing Sample; (Psh, I'm admin, I don't need a roleplay sample. xD Plus, I already had one in my other application.)
Name; Ahha. Izzy.
Age; n/a
Experience; Three or four years.
Your Character;
The Basics;
Name; Christina Marie O'Neal (Christa if you know what's good for you.)
Age; 17
Grade; Dropped out, got her GED
School; Dropped out, got her GED
Vampire or Werewolf?; n/a
Canon; n/a
Dig a Little Deeper;
Personality;
Christa is a heavy drinker. Heavy. One glass of wine always turns into two, and from there, it just multiplies until she's puking her guts out. It has gotten better lately, though, because she doesn't' have anyone to drink with. No one that could drive her home. She's been watching herself since she arrived in Forks, seeing as she doesn't need a bad reputation here, too.
Stephine is a party girl on top of that. She's outgoing, and usually gets along with everyone. At times, though, her blue eyes seem almost hypnotic. You can stare into them for hours and hours, a blank, mindless stare that you can loose yourself in. She can easily convince people to do things she wanted, usually without objection. An odd talent that she obtained when she was a child, always wanting more and more, her father always giving.
When you really get to know Christa, past the drinking and persuasion, she really is sweet. She is quite the hopeless romantic, the clique walks on the beach, lying under the stars kind of thing. However, she has yet to find someone since her boyfriend back in Ireland to share them with. She has locked herself out from any and everyone, keeping people at arms length. Perhaps, however, someone could break this shell, this iron wall that she had put up, and really find out what she'd about.
Appearance;
Christa has perhaps one of the brightest pair of blue eyes you'll ever see. Well, they're not always blue. Teal when she's sad, or even crying, Nearly clear when she's happy, and almost.. Purple? When she's in what most call love. Along with that thought, Christa loves piercings. She has a ton. Well, not a ton, but a fair few. Septic, nose, tongue, and an odd one through just below her collar bones. Most find them disgusting, but she loves them none the less. It makes her.. Unique, especially by this towns standards. Make-u is something that she can't live without. Odd oranges and teals, polka dots, everything. She won't leave the house without something on her face.
Her hair can vary between black and bleach blond, she loves to dye her hair. On a regular basis, you'll see it green, blue, red, even white, so get use to it. She cuts it herself, and won't let anyone near it without a fight. Hell, if she feels like it, she'll shave half of her head and say it was a fashion statement. The thing is, she doesn't care. She doesn't care if you think she's weird, or nuts, she's Christa.
Christa's clothing style is as unusual as her hair most of the time. You'll never catch her in something normal, but maybe a chopped up Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt with an Oscar the Grouch tank top under it. Shredded jeans are her specialty, holes, holes everywhere. That and there was always a studded belt over it that usually keeps her pants up. She has always been a twig, and a short one at that. She stopped growing in the eighth grade, leaving her five-four, average, but short. She liked it though.
Celebrity PB; Stephanie Cowlin
History;
Christa lived in Ireland for most of her life, so she has quite the temper and the accent to match it. She loved it in Ireland, no doubt, the green and the openness. It was alot easier to live there then here, but her parents had forced her to move a little over two years ago. Leaving all of her friends and family behind, they packed up and moved to America much to Christa's disapproval. She didn't understand why they couldn't just go and leave her, but then again, she didn't care. She had had herself convinced that she was moving back the day she turned eighteen.
That had no happened. She'd left one more thing behind that she couldn't live without, though. Her boyfriend of three years. Ah yes, they were quite a couple. Cute and never seemed to get in fights. Her father had even seemed to approve of him. Big blue eyes and blond curly hair, he was any girls dream guy. She had promised him that she would be back as soon as possible, and that they would keep in touch. Six months in, he stopped returning her phone calls.
Of course, Christa was devastated. She blamed herself for the lack of contact, but more importantly, her parents. Her parents were to blame, she had decided. They had made her move, made her leave him. So she shunned them, stopped talking to them all together. Her grades dropped considerably, but she kept them up just enough to graduate. The Graduation ceremony, however, was a disaster. Christa had snatched her diploma and leapt off of the stage, (and seeing as she was in the middle of the line, it didn't look to good) leaving everyone stunned.
She had got a job, and by time she was eighteen, had a car, and a place to go to school. She wasn't sure how good the art program Forks' collage had, but it was the furthest place away from her parents she could get. Sure it rained.. Alot, but she liked it. Easier to clear ones head when you can't think at all. Sure, it would mess up her hair at times, but who cared? Once again, she would claim it was a fashion statement.
Role Playing;
Role Playing Sample; (Psh, I'm admin, I don't need a roleplay sample. xD Plus, I already had one in my other application.)
