Post by colette on Jan 15, 2006 12:43:32 GMT -5
.how did you find us.|.rpgc.
.name.|.colette rambley.
.nickname.|.colette.
.age.|.fifteen years old.
.gender.|.female.
.height.|.5'3.
.personality.|.stubborn, kind, animal-loving, romantic, mixed up.
.appearance.|.dark tufts of brown and auburn hair, dark chocolate eyes, slim physique.
.how long she's been riding.|.fifteen years.
.highest jumped.|.6'3.
.equine.|.audacity.
.shipping.|.indeed.
.equine calling.|.audacity.
.breeding.|.oldenburg // westphalian.
.coloring.|.mahoghany bay.
.summers.|.nine.
.discipline.|.show-jumping.
.gender.|.gelding.
.limbs.|.16.1 HH.
.personality.|.audacious, stubborn, unwilling, loyal, loving, best-friend material to those that he knows and loves.
// this was used previously in another rpg for something utterly different //
Slender fingers slid over the cold steel of the lockers, critical optics tracing over the pristine figures of those more fortunate. Her attire was what she had packed, which hadn't been much, but just enough. Scuffed maroon and black converse were worn. Sofia was sure she had worn the pair at least since she was fourteen, and she wore them like she wore her past - without shame. A pair of cheap jeans from the thrift store that seemed to fit her surprisingly well was also worn. She laughed lightly, remembering the day she had found those trusty jeans. She almost felt pretty in them, perhaps even sexy.
And then there was her shirt, also one of those surprise thrift shop items. It was a tight-fitting teal three-quarter length shirt that buttoned up at the top - it was, also, one of those things that she wore when she wanted to look good. Yes, believe it or not, Sofia had taken the time to actually put a decent outfit together this morning, and looked somewhat normal as she fit neatly into the pocket of people travelling against her in the tiled hallway of the highschool.
Black-lined lids lowered slightly to narrow her eyes, making sure this was her locker. Fingers grabbed skillfully at the lock hook, breathing in the suffocating scent of gym socks and pot that had previously adorned the filthy slab of medal. She growled under her breath, an action she was known for, and quite manically looked down at. Yes, perhaps she wasn't your average cutsie-cutsie lovable little girl, but she had always respected her individuality.
She emptied out her books into the locker, all except her calculus book, black binder, and five-subject notepad. Despite all odds, Sofia actually was quite a good student.. no, she was actually an excellent student. She had earned straight A's ever since she had started, most likely because she always had the free time, and was an intelligant girl, being the reason she wasn't one of those preppy no-good morons. Her fingernail traced her hairline, pulling back a strand of auburn hair as she secured the lock. She exhaled deeply, her slender physique leant gently against the lockers, watching the ocean of humans making their way through the crowd.
[/size].name.|.colette rambley.
.nickname.|.colette.
.age.|.fifteen years old.
.gender.|.female.
.height.|.5'3.
.personality.|.stubborn, kind, animal-loving, romantic, mixed up.
.appearance.|.dark tufts of brown and auburn hair, dark chocolate eyes, slim physique.
.how long she's been riding.|.fifteen years.
.highest jumped.|.6'3.
.equine.|.audacity.
.shipping.|.indeed.
.equine calling.|.audacity.
.breeding.|.oldenburg // westphalian.
.coloring.|.mahoghany bay.
.summers.|.nine.
.discipline.|.show-jumping.
.gender.|.gelding.
.limbs.|.16.1 HH.
.personality.|.audacious, stubborn, unwilling, loyal, loving, best-friend material to those that he knows and loves.
// this was used previously in another rpg for something utterly different //
Slender fingers slid over the cold steel of the lockers, critical optics tracing over the pristine figures of those more fortunate. Her attire was what she had packed, which hadn't been much, but just enough. Scuffed maroon and black converse were worn. Sofia was sure she had worn the pair at least since she was fourteen, and she wore them like she wore her past - without shame. A pair of cheap jeans from the thrift store that seemed to fit her surprisingly well was also worn. She laughed lightly, remembering the day she had found those trusty jeans. She almost felt pretty in them, perhaps even sexy.
And then there was her shirt, also one of those surprise thrift shop items. It was a tight-fitting teal three-quarter length shirt that buttoned up at the top - it was, also, one of those things that she wore when she wanted to look good. Yes, believe it or not, Sofia had taken the time to actually put a decent outfit together this morning, and looked somewhat normal as she fit neatly into the pocket of people travelling against her in the tiled hallway of the highschool.
Black-lined lids lowered slightly to narrow her eyes, making sure this was her locker. Fingers grabbed skillfully at the lock hook, breathing in the suffocating scent of gym socks and pot that had previously adorned the filthy slab of medal. She growled under her breath, an action she was known for, and quite manically looked down at. Yes, perhaps she wasn't your average cutsie-cutsie lovable little girl, but she had always respected her individuality.
She emptied out her books into the locker, all except her calculus book, black binder, and five-subject notepad. Despite all odds, Sofia actually was quite a good student.. no, she was actually an excellent student. She had earned straight A's ever since she had started, most likely because she always had the free time, and was an intelligant girl, being the reason she wasn't one of those preppy no-good morons. Her fingernail traced her hairline, pulling back a strand of auburn hair as she secured the lock. She exhaled deeply, her slender physique leant gently against the lockers, watching the ocean of humans making their way through the crowd.
