Post by Natalia Leighton on Jun 29, 2008 23:52:16 GMT -5
'Natalia Alyss Leighton;
'Things are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd;
About The Character
Name: Natalia Alyss Leighton
Nicknames: Alia
Age: 17
Birthdate: February 17th
Gender: Female
School Year: Junior
School: Lucy Madison
Sexual Orientation: Straight
'What You Do on Your Own Time's Just Fine;
Likes:
;;hot guys
;;makeup
;;girl time
;;dressing skimpy
;;swimming
;;martial arts
;;chocolate
;;spicy food
;;movies of all types
;;fashion
;;shopping
;;making out
;;gossip
;;pe
;;english
Dislikes:
;;Lording's Academy
;;geeks
;;hard work
;;b**chy people
;;helping others
;;her family
;;rain
;;girly people
;;meat
;;watching most sports (except football)
;;sewing
;;spanish
Hobbies:
;;watching movies
;;painting (but she'll deny it)
;;yoga in the morning with her friends in a park
Habits:
;;can't sit still
;;always has to know the latest gossip about everyone
Goals:
;;moving far away from her family
;;going to an art college
Fears:
;;rejection
;;the ocean
General Personality:
;;Temper
And what a big one Natalia has. She angers over the smallest of things, from not getting her way to being sent to a school she dislikes. The bad part: this temper often pushes people away and prevents her from making new friends. The worse part: Some of the worst tempers she's had have been with friends and family. Often the friends become ex-friends after those explosions. Few people can calm her down when Natalia gets worked up; sometimes the only thing she can do is get away from those people so that she can calm down.
;;Friendship
Friends have always been a touchy subject with Natalia. Many of them abandon her after they learn of her temper or experience one of her explosions. Sometimes people stay away from her because they've heard about her. Of course, being a known spoiled brat doesn't help things at all. Now, Natalia's practically given up on real friends and tends to be rude to anyone she doesn't know. Besides, when she's protected by her family's high status, who needs friends?
;;Rebel
All through her life, Natalia's been a rebel, somewhat. She firmly believed that her parents were trying to ruin her life and that the only way to stop that was to fight back and do something radical. Usually that accomplished nothing but detentions and being grounded. School was the other thing she rebelled against. Why should someone as smart as she was have to go to school where some loser of a person would grade her based on their opinion? With thoughts like those and actions to suit, Natalia's rebelling is a known quantity with the schools and her parents.
;;Intelligence
Natalia is one of the brighter students around. While she could get amazing marks, she finds that academics are unimportant. After all, when all homework can be completed in half an hour or less, clearly school is a breeze. Instead, she uses her brain power to try and plot a way to wrangle a guy or deface more school property. Those kinds of work are much more fulfilling to Natalia than any math or science work.
'You Are My Heroine;
Looks Like: Bonnie Wright
Appearance: Natalia has long, ginger hair that hangs down to just past her shoulders and is usually parted to the side. Accessories are quite common, including clips and headbands. Her eyes are large, pale blue, and often ringed with eyeliner and mascara. A short nose and thin lips rest upon a round face with pale skin and light freckling. Though she only stands 5'6" high, any lack is made up with her muscled body.
Clothing Style: Natalia's style is pretty normal for a senior high student. Skirts are common, especially short ones, though skinny jeans are as well. In the way of shirts, Natalia prefers something tight, unless she's doing some sort of sport. Dresses, while uncommon, are fun too, depending on the style. She enjoys wearing flats for the most part, though sneakers and heels sometimes. Neutral colours are Natalia's favourites at the moment as she finds bright colours horrendous.
'The Hours That Were Left Behind;
Family:
William Leighton III (father, 52)
Marie Leighton (mother, 41)
History:
Natalia's family is the stereotypical rich type: huge mansion, half a dozen cars, and - of course - only one child upon whom they dote. Not that Natalia ever wanted all that.
Oh, sure, the money and the cars were great, but her parents were over-protective from the moment she was born. Well, her mother was. Natalia's father was the quiet, strong type who wanted nothing to do with a daughter. He was constantly travelling to New York and back on business, while her mother - her ovely smothering mother - was the stay-at-home type. She didn't need to work when they already had more money than they needed.
Elementary school was pretty normal - as normal as a private boarding school could be. Her parents made her join many different groups, such as Martial Arts (she's now a black belt), dancing (she quit that within two weeks), swimming (she still likes that, though the club instilled a horrible fear of large bodies of water), and music (she would have liked it if she was allowed to play anything BUT clarinet). But it was boring.
So when she refused to go back for senior high, the school that she'd go to now was obvious: Lording's Academy. Of course, Natalia didn't want that high-strung, academic-orientated school. She wanted to be a normal person, which was why she decided to do something drastic.
Before we get to that, how about her two years at Lording's? Natalia refused to work hard in classes, and therefore her marks lowered drastically. After her parents made her take Sewing for a term, she hemmed her skirt so that it was almost half the length it normally was. And, best of all, she began dating the cornerback on the senior football team. But despite all that, she still hated the school. It was too much like her old boarding school and she wanted to eradicate those memories... thoroughly.
So, in the end, Natalia was kicked out of Lording's and forced to go to Madison high, which was much better, in her opinion. Of course, that was the "official" reason she was kicked out. The real one? Her parents found out about her dating the football player and wanted her as far away as possible from that school.
Now, in her Junior year and her first year at Madison, things are going to be very different for Natalia. After all, she's from the school that most of them hate, and that's more than enough reason for them to hate her. Good thing Natalia doesn't care.
'Imagine Knowing Me;
About you
Name: Becca
Age: 15.5
Experience: about 6 or 7 years
Contact: Through PMs (I'm good at getting back to people). I'm not fond of handing out my e-mail or MSN, sorry.
Other: I'm Canadian, so I might screw something up to do with the school cause our school system is different up north Just let me know if something's off, and I'll fix it, no problem.
How You Found This Site: It was posted on another site
RP Sample:
[This is from a Star Wars RPG]
Starfighter Command Headquarters, Coruscant
Approx 1700 hours, Galactic Standard Time
“Sithspawn, Commander. Don’t you get it? It’s impossible to make the Coruscant-Corellia run in that time. I tell you, the informant’s lying.”
Becca Daniels’ eyes were narrowed, her chin set stubbornly. She and the commander had been running the numbers for hours. Apparently there was some smuggler who had just stolen something important - she didn’t know what, it was classified - and had made it to Corellia from Coruscant in a day in an old YT-1300. Being the best at calculating this sort of thing, it was her job to find out if it was possible or not. Unless you have technology I don’t know about, it’s just not possible.
The man across from her gave her an annoyed look. She knew he had forbidden her to swear, after the last incident, but she didn’t care. If that’s what it took to get the information through his thick head, then she’d deal with the consequences.
“I don’t know what to do with you, Daniels,” he told her, picking up her data pad of work. “You don’t follow orders, you don’t treat your squad mates nicely, and, well, you might be a d**n good pilot, but I’m not going to risk the rest of my squad.”
Her eyes rolled, and she sat down in her chair. He’d said this about a dozen times, as if he was trying to make her feel guilty and actually do what he said. Yeah, right. She thought of a few possible responses she hadn’t used yet, and opened her mouth to say one, but was interrupted.
“But just because I don’t know what to do with you doesn’t mean someone else can’t.” He pulled a data chip put of his jacket pocket. “You’re being transferred. Again. The info’s on the chip. I’d get packing, if I were you.”
And then he was gone, leaving her in a state of shock. This squadron hadn’t even lasted half a year. Was she that bad? Well, hopefully the new commander would be more lenient. Standing, she pocketed the chip and gathered her personal items off the desk. Well, it would be nice to get away from this place, finally. It would be better if she could somehow rewrite her record, so that this new squad wouldn’t know who she was, but it wasn’t going to happen. Maybe they’d let her fly, after two years of being stuck on the ground…