Post by annabelle june andrews on Jun 11, 2009 17:06:21 GMT -5
Annabelle June Andrews
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full name •annabelle june andrews
nick names •aj, june, junie, belle, bella, anna, annie, etc.
birthdate •october 11th
birthplace •vermont
hometown •stowe
sexuality •straight
heritage •german and english
character group •stealing
nick names •aj, june, junie, belle, bella, anna, annie, etc.
birthdate •october 11th
birthplace •vermont
hometown •stowe
sexuality •straight
heritage •german and english
character group •stealing
height •5'0
weight •101 lbs.
build •straight and skinny
hair •bright red, but it changes from time to time
eyes •pale green
piercings •several on her ears, including a pair of 5/16ths gauges, and her bellybutton
tattoos •shoulder blade
distingushing features •her hair, funky makeup
play by •Hayley Williams
weight •101 lbs.
build •straight and skinny
hair •bright red, but it changes from time to time
eyes •pale green
piercings •several on her ears, including a pair of 5/16ths gauges, and her bellybutton
tattoos •shoulder blade
distingushing features •her hair, funky makeup
play by •Hayley Williams
likes • punk music, skateboarding, live shows, hoodies, guitar players, long shaggy hair, green eyes, skinny jeans, converse, leather jackets, ska, singing, irish accents, pizza, hanging out late on school nights, spending the night down town just hanging out, doing relatively nothing with friends
dislikes • her family sometimes, school, following rules, homework, overly cocky people, ignorance, goody-goody kind of people, gossip, rumours, mean people, catty girls, skirts, shorts, really hot weather, really cold weather, snow
strengths • charming, funny, laid-back, her singing voice, guitar playing, skating, spirited
weaknesses • can't stop stealing stuff (but she's really good at it), has a soft spot for alcohol, trouble sleeping, paranoid, moody
habits/quirks • turns feet in, chews on a guitar pick constantly, picks off split ends, sticks safety pins in her clothes, sticks her tongue out
fears • nighttime, scary movies, dark hallways, dark staircases, losing friends, getting caught, relationships
dislikes • her family sometimes, school, following rules, homework, overly cocky people, ignorance, goody-goody kind of people, gossip, rumours, mean people, catty girls, skirts, shorts, really hot weather, really cold weather, snow
strengths • charming, funny, laid-back, her singing voice, guitar playing, skating, spirited
weaknesses • can't stop stealing stuff (but she's really good at it), has a soft spot for alcohol, trouble sleeping, paranoid, moody
habits/quirks • turns feet in, chews on a guitar pick constantly, picks off split ends, sticks safety pins in her clothes, sticks her tongue out
fears • nighttime, scary movies, dark hallways, dark staircases, losing friends, getting caught, relationships
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mother • Laura; 40; stay at home
father • Danny; 45; CEO
siblings • Carla; 11; Student
Tori; 15; Student (twin sister)
pets • A kitten named Pippin.
other family • Jesse(Cousin); 16; student
father • Danny; 45; CEO
siblings • Carla; 11; Student
Tori; 15; Student (twin sister)
pets • A kitten named Pippin.
other family • Jesse(Cousin); 16; student
other • Nope.
member title • Thief !
read the rules • Read them.
roleplay sample •
member title • Thief !
read the rules • Read them.
roleplay sample •
It was Saturday , 4 o'clock, and Annabelle Andrews was spending her evening walking around the strip mall, her aviator sunglasses shielding her eyes from the setting sun. She'd called up a few people that night, but no one seemed to be able to do anything. Oh well. She had some extra cash to blow. She could use some new things anyway. The redhaired girl walked slowly past a few shops, and more quickly past other ones. Damn her friends, for not answering their phones. When it came to hanging out, there weren't many people that she'd call. It figured that the few that she did call wouldn't pick up or couldn't do anything anyway.
Annabelle walked over to one of the food stands that hung around the shops, and got herself a popcorn, a corndog and a grape soda. She walked over to an empty bench and sat down, watching people through her aviators they walked past, taking a bit of her corn dog. She hunched over slightly in her seat, watching a few little kids walk by, holding hands with their parents. That was cute. The picture-perfect American family type of image. She wondered what the kids would turn into after hitting puberty. It did things to people. Belle was a pretty happy little kid. Then she turned thirteen or fourteen and it all sort of went to hell. She got piercings and tattoos, and her parents wondered what the hell happened.
Sighing slightly, Belle tossed the stick that the corn dog was one at the trash can, successfully sinking her shot. She felt a strange sense of accomplishment, actually, after that shot. She picked her bag of popcorn, chewing slowly when she glanced at the pigeon at her feet. Kind of pathetic, to have to beg for food like that. Then again, that'd probably be her in a few years. If she made it that far. Rolling her eyes, Belle tossed a piece of popcorn at the bird. It picked it up, and sure enough, a few of its friends joined the party around the bench. Might as well humour them. Belle took a small handful of popcorn and tossed it at the ground. She was feeling generous today. Too bad none of her friends took up her generosity of her offering to drive to wherever. Whatever.
Belle sighed, looking at the bottom of the popcorn bag. A few kernels left. She felt a bit bad for them. They were just leftovers. Nobody really liked them. They were equal to the rest of the popcorn before it all got popped, but some of it just wasn't good enough. Belle rolled her eyes at herself. She was philosophizing about popcorn. She poured out the remains for the birds before crumbling it into a ball. Maybe they'd appreciate the remains. She took aim, and again tossed the paper ball into the trash can.
Annabelle walked over to one of the food stands that hung around the shops, and got herself a popcorn, a corndog and a grape soda. She walked over to an empty bench and sat down, watching people through her aviators they walked past, taking a bit of her corn dog. She hunched over slightly in her seat, watching a few little kids walk by, holding hands with their parents. That was cute. The picture-perfect American family type of image. She wondered what the kids would turn into after hitting puberty. It did things to people. Belle was a pretty happy little kid. Then she turned thirteen or fourteen and it all sort of went to hell. She got piercings and tattoos, and her parents wondered what the hell happened.
Sighing slightly, Belle tossed the stick that the corn dog was one at the trash can, successfully sinking her shot. She felt a strange sense of accomplishment, actually, after that shot. She picked her bag of popcorn, chewing slowly when she glanced at the pigeon at her feet. Kind of pathetic, to have to beg for food like that. Then again, that'd probably be her in a few years. If she made it that far. Rolling her eyes, Belle tossed a piece of popcorn at the bird. It picked it up, and sure enough, a few of its friends joined the party around the bench. Might as well humour them. Belle took a small handful of popcorn and tossed it at the ground. She was feeling generous today. Too bad none of her friends took up her generosity of her offering to drive to wherever. Whatever.
Belle sighed, looking at the bottom of the popcorn bag. A few kernels left. She felt a bit bad for them. They were just leftovers. Nobody really liked them. They were equal to the rest of the popcorn before it all got popped, but some of it just wasn't good enough. Belle rolled her eyes at herself. She was philosophizing about popcorn. She poured out the remains for the birds before crumbling it into a ball. Maybe they'd appreciate the remains. She took aim, and again tossed the paper ball into the trash can.
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