Post by russet patria ceylon on Sept 18, 2010 22:17:35 GMT -5
]( RUSSET PATRIA CEYLON)
( 17, JUNIOR , MIKA NAKASHIMA )
( QUIET , CALM , SKEPTICAL , GLUTTON , NICE)
( 17, JUNIOR , MIKA NAKASHIMA )
( QUIET , CALM , SKEPTICAL , GLUTTON , NICE)
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Russet was born as a sheltered princess, she was never one to go out and play with other kids. Usually, she just stayed at home and contented herself with books, her favorites were all written by her father under his pseudonym ‘Alfred Arthuro Mcgeiber’. No one except his family knew that he was Alfred, even his publisher’s didn’t know that Alfred was only a pseudonym. Her mother was always on a business trip, usually found on the runway watching as ‘her girls’, as she called them, sported her latest designs. Her brother was busy studying and enhancing his own knowledge to even bother playing with her. It was Russet’s father that was at home when everything in her childhood happened; the times she fell down and cried, the moments when she would come out of her room starved because she was busy reading to eat, and the times she needed someone to talk to whenever she was curious about the world. It was her father that made everything clear to her, how she looked up to him.
Imagine how she felt when just a day after her tenth birthday, her mother was yelling at her father to get out and leave them for good. She didn’t understand what was happening at the time and ended up locking herself in her room and crying for a week or so, not wanting to talk to anyone. It was later that she found out Daniel had confessed he was bisexual and had a boyfriend that waited for him in Nevada. Christina was so furious at him and so hurt because the man she loved was leaving her for another man. She thought she wasn’t worth anything anymore. It was a week after that when they finally divorced and a year after that when her father sent her a package with a letter and book in it. Both were of apology. His book was about how a father struggled so hard to keep his daughter alive but still she ended up dying, by the end the father feels too guilt-stricken and worthless and spiraled into nothing else but ash and dust. It was for her, it was his way of making ends meet. In his letter, he talked about how that book would be his last- atleast until she forgives him for the secrets he had to hide. Because of his decision not to continue writing, he ended up working in a bar instead to live. Russet loves the man but hated the path he decided to take.
Russet hasn’t heard of him since, she doesn’t even know if he’s alive. She decided that one day she’ll go to Nevada and look for him there but not now. She might look for him after this world has rid itself of its discrimination and hatred.
When she was 12, her mother got remarried to a hotshot law firm owner. The man is nice enough but he may never replace Daniel as her father. Never again must anyone come into her life and make such an impact on her only to leave her in the dust. She’s had enough of it, she’d had enough of everything. Now she believes that in this world you can only trust one person- yourself.
Russet is calm, quiet, and straight-forward. Sometimes she may act like a jerk but when you’re really close to her, she can be sweet and caring, but of course, she’ll still throw threats at you like it’s an everyday thing. Russet doesn’t like showing it but she’s actually childish, playful and quick-witted, it’s almost as if she was still thirteen. She doesn’t let other people faze her or take her down. She has a strong sense of loyalty and justice and will be ready to defend those who need her. Russet is tough and sometimes may seem like a tomboy but that’s just because she was raised by her father. She’s not quick to trust and she’s usually not aggressive.
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EXPERIENCE three
CONTACT just PM
MEMBER TITLE not sure
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A
CODE WORDS lovelikewoe
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
"Maybe it's because of how rude you act." she suggested as she shrugged. The nerve of this man! No self-pity and no respect towards others. If she was full of pride what did others call him? A humble person? She scoffed at the thought. No male child of Ares would lay a finger on a woman unless in war; this male specimen in front of her was neither kind nor amusing. He was purely irritating her. She ran a hand through her hair and looked at the others, they do seem frightened of this boy with no morales. Yet, what were they but weak fools training hard just to survive five minutes in battle? Power came naturally for her and she loved it that way. Whether it was power in strength or power in riches, she was born with it. She smirked at the memories of those days where no one dared defy her. To be mortal again. How pleasant and boring that is.
She glared at him. How dare he mock her father and his kin? Anger flared in her like raving hellfire. She didn't allow others to talk badly about her or anyone she cares, scratch that, especially for those she cares for even if she is still unsure about her feelings for father, it still made her blood boil whenever people talk badly about him. It was either she trully loved the god or she was really annoyed at injustice. "I thought you couldn't disgust me even more than you have but really! Grouping people into lousy stereotypes according to their Olympian parent? How low can one get?" she said. She glared at him and was about to back down when she felt the kick in her stomache. She stumbled back, she was about to fall but quickly, she dug the sword in the ground and held on to it tightly, it supported her. She looked down, there was a crack in the earth caused by the sword, small flames of hellfire were escaping from it. She made a 'tsk' sound. "Congratulations, once again, you've proved you can disgust me even further. Hitting a woman when she's off guard! I repaat, how low can one get?!" she exclaimed as she put one hand to her stomache.
She dug out the sword from the ground and threw it to one of the empty spaces. "Fine. If its a fight of fists you want then it is." she said. When she was young, her mother enrolled her in some martial arts thing over a lot of summers, she never knew why a girl must know how to fight with fists, or how to fight at all, but now she's thankful for it, she can finally beat someone with it.
She glared at him. How dare he mock her father and his kin? Anger flared in her like raving hellfire. She didn't allow others to talk badly about her or anyone she cares, scratch that, especially for those she cares for even if she is still unsure about her feelings for father, it still made her blood boil whenever people talk badly about him. It was either she trully loved the god or she was really annoyed at injustice. "I thought you couldn't disgust me even more than you have but really! Grouping people into lousy stereotypes according to their Olympian parent? How low can one get?" she said. She glared at him and was about to back down when she felt the kick in her stomache. She stumbled back, she was about to fall but quickly, she dug the sword in the ground and held on to it tightly, it supported her. She looked down, there was a crack in the earth caused by the sword, small flames of hellfire were escaping from it. She made a 'tsk' sound. "Congratulations, once again, you've proved you can disgust me even further. Hitting a woman when she's off guard! I repaat, how low can one get?!" she exclaimed as she put one hand to her stomache.
She dug out the sword from the ground and threw it to one of the empty spaces. "Fine. If its a fight of fists you want then it is." she said. When she was young, her mother enrolled her in some martial arts thing over a lot of summers, she never knew why a girl must know how to fight with fists, or how to fight at all, but now she's thankful for it, she can finally beat someone with it.
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