Post by Saralynn Ross on Aug 14, 2008 13:50:53 GMT -5
'SARALYNN MORGAN ROSS;
'Things are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd;
About The Character
Name: Saralynn Morgan Ross
Nicknames: Sara or Lynn
Age: 15
Birth Date: Nov., 26th
Gender: Female
School Year: Freshman
School: Lucy Madison
Sexual Orientation: Straight, mostly
'What You Do on Your Own Time's Just Fine;
Likes:
è boys
è parties
è making trouble
è cussing
è prank calls
è late nights
è cell phones
è dressing up
è wild nights
è tattoos
è piercings
è driving
è loud music
Dislikes:
è Lording's students
è attending class
è rules
è people in charge
è her sister
è chores
è the word, "No."
è being sick
è fakes
è studying
è boredom
è alarm clocks
Hobbies:
è causing trouble
è shopping
è gossip
è plays guitar
Habits:
è bites her fingernails
è hides her problems
è lies
è getting in trouble
Goals:
è graduating
è making it big
Fears:
è losing her mom
è being arrested
General Personality:
Normally sweet when you first meet her, the real Saralynn spouts though in her body language and facial expressions. She's smothered in seduction and sex appeal, often read as being cocky and egotistical. Which, she is neither. There is a difference between loving yourself and having an inflated ego. Although, those with big heads are terribly entertaining to her.
Believing she was born to party, her personality reflects this. She will attend every party or kick back that is thrown, and she invited to every one of them. Saralynn usually has a male companion hanging on her every move as she attends, and then she has her way with him before moving on to the next one.
She is one to speak her mind whether it's needed or not. Blatantly honest about most things, she wouldn't recommend asking her a question about a tender subject because she'll give it to you straight. Sugar coating is for suckers, and Saralynn Ross is no sucker.
'You Are My Heroine;
Looks Like: Ashlee Simpson
Appearance:
Her light skin is paired against raven black hair, a Ross family trait. Although, she does tan as often as possible to offset her looks from her family, but never ventured to dying her hair. To her, the locks on her head were her most valuable asset as it does whatever she tells it to...and stays. She wears it long in wild layers and choppy, often styled to be everywhere put lying flat. Her eyes are the color brown, a shade that reminds you of summer days and delicious desserts.
Her body is naturally thin and athletic looking, coming from her mother's side of the family. She does little to keep it that way, though she will indulge in a good run every now and again. She uses her curves to attract males from all walks of life, and draws them in with her dark eyes. To her, no man can resist the little Ross girl if she can help it.
Clothing Style:
Anything that just hit the store shelves is what Saralynn loves. Being born into the poor end of a fairly wealthy family didn't seem to phase her when she went shopping. Her clothes range from bright colors to the dark, all of highest price and vintage/preppy wear. She normally pairs a vintage tee with a pair of jeans with her leather jacket and boots, but every now and then she gets and urge to wear a pair of her stilettos and a tight skirt. Of course, a matching top leaving nothing to the imagination to top it all off.
'The Hours That Were Left Behind;
Family:
Matthew Ross — father, 41, assistant manager at wal-mart
Lillian Ross — mother, 38, postal office worker
Melanthe Ross — sister, 17, senior at Lucy Madison
History:
Her parents had been together since they were her age, and they make a point to tell her this every other day. Yes, she knows and no...she doesn't care. That's fine and dandy for them, being chained to she same person for years on end but it wasn't her style. She loved being untamed and wild, it was her natural right to be such. No man would ever tie her down. Born to fly, and she was going to soar. Though, it hadn't always been that way.
When she was younger she would stick to her older sister like a peanut butter slice does to jelly, as her mother would say. It were fine that way because Melanthe didn't seem to mind much. They were close in age and thus had the same interests and hobbies. They'd sit in the middle of the living room floor and dress dolls or have a coloring contest. Whoever could finish their page first (staying in the lines, that is) won and mom would reward the winner with a sweet of some sort. That's when they were young, and as everything else it changed with age.
The two are still close in their years, but the two couldn't be any more opposite. Their interests clash to no end, and thus brought on the teenage fights of slamming doors and pulling hair. Their parents were at wit's end with them, and eventually put them at opposite ends of the house. Now Melanthe was in the larger room, once the den and Saralynn stayed put in the front room. Just as well, easier for her to get out of the house when the opportunity arrived in a red Mustang.
'Imagine Knowing Me;
About you
Name: London; yes, that is my real name.
Age: seventeen
Experience: Lost count, around 4-5 years
Contact: Whitesbury Academy
Other:
How You Found This Site: An ad on Whitesbury
RP Sample: From Whitesbury, an introduction from the Annual Winter Carnival.
She had signed up to be a volunteer at the carnival ages ago, and now that it was finally here she could hardly contain her excitement. Carnivals were very fun for Evangeline and she could think of nothing better than to help out in the upcoming festivities. That is, until she found out where she was being used. Her enthusiasm was deflated slowly as she took her place, the booth she was destined to work adorning the sign titled, Kissing Booth.
Now, she had known where she was being placed when she had signed up but that had left her mind as quickly as it had been placed. As far as she was concerned, it was a harmless thing to do and what better way to spend the day than a ticket a kiss? It did sound rather harmless so she placed her name down to work the booth in a shift of two hours. Didn't seem terribly hard, until she was standing there under the illuminated puckered lips.
"How embarrassing..." she breathed gently, her chin resting in her hand as she leaned on the counter of the blinking booth. If she would have known how cold it was going to be, she wouldn't have even signed up. Carnivals were more entertaining when you were with friends... especially a winter themed one in the smack dab middle of the nippy season. Wrapping yourself tight around a warm body would have been the icing on the cake, and then she thought of Lincoln.
Should she have told him about this little carnival experience she had gotten herself into? Surly he wouldn't mind, since their relationship were just a blip on the radar screen and she had agreed to this before she even knew who he was. Though, she couldn't help thinking she should have at least mentioned it as she stared up into the sign that kept reminding her of her situation. Kissing Booth; 1 ticket was all it read, along with a loud smacking sound every half hour or so... but that was more than enough for her.
"I might as well make the most of it..." she said aloud, straightening her posture and smiling sweetly at passerby. Most just waved and went along on their way, some pointed and one first year dug in his pocket for a ticket but came up empty handed. She almost felt sorry for him as he stalked away, saddened by his empty pockets.