Post by majesticdemise on May 7, 2010 18:46:18 GMT
MAJESTICariaXANDER
hello? it's me, Abi here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm 14 and i've been around this roleplay world for about 2 years. i stumbled about here thanks to affiliates with my friend(s) no one.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] August 14, 2011
full name Majestic Aria Xander
nicknames Majestic, Aria, Xander (although, only her closest friends can call her Xander without getting bitched at.
age 15
date of birth
year and house of preference Fifth, house of preference: Slytherin
bloodline[/color] pureblood
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5' 11"
height
weight[/color] 140 lbs.
hair colour[/color] Majestic's hair has been many different colors, but right now her hair is black, and its long. Going down to about her waist.
eye colour[/color] Bright blue. She doesn't wear contacts either.
skin tone[/color] ivory.
play-by[/color] Brookelle Bones
Majestic Aria Xander is 5' 5" and the entirety of those short feet is complete anger. She has long black hair, that goes down to about her elbows. She likes to "scene" style her hair, just because she's into retro things. She has naturally bright blue eyes, and her pupils are normally almost huge. She has pale ivory skin, with no blemishes or any marks to pull into account.
Majestic's hair is usually straightened out, which makes it go down to right below her elbows. She has a short upper layer, which she
"poofs" up to give a scene effect to her hair. She wears a lot of bows and headbands in her hair.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] None that she remembers
father
mother[/color] Idillia Sully Xander -- alive
siblings[/color] none.
spouses[/color] shes a kid!
offspring[/color] A KID!
other relations[/color] none.
Majestic Xander was born to Idillia and Alexander Xander. She is an only child. Majestic grew up in Liverpool with her parents all of her life and was always good in school, but was never good at matching up with her mothers idea of what she should be. By that time, her father had left her. Majestic's mother knew from the moment she was born that she wouldn't be the same as what her idea was or her in any way.
Majestic's mother's prediction was right, she wasn't the same. She was a wild child from the start, and was also a little different personality wise. She developed a punky appearance at the small age of 10 and was never hanging around the girls. Other than being a punk, it turned out that Majestic was also a tomboy.. Which didn't fly by well with her mother.
Now, Majestic is a fifth year at Hogwarts, and is fifteen years old. She still lives with her mother but is soon planning on moving out and getting her own home as soon as she finds a job. She had a boyfriend, but he broke it off with her and broke her heart when he accused her of cheating on him, which didn't happen. Now, Majestic is just trying to forget about Colby, her ex, and live life,
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] yepp
is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color]
roleplay sample
Aurora had blacked out, but when she came to, she was sitting in the back seat of some car, with a person worriedly glancing back and forth from the road to her. She hurt all over, and naturally, went into defense mode.
"Who the hell are you, and where the hell are we?" She asked, sitting up. A sharp pain crashed against her side. She looked at the handsome boy, then looked to the road. They were going to the hospital, obviously.
"Why are we going to the hospital, dude?" Her entire buzz was gone, left with a small headache. She could tell he obviously thought she was a druggie, "I'm NOT a druggie." She said angrily. She moved up, the sharp pains making her gasp for breath each time she moved. Slowly, ever so slowly, she crawled up into the front seat. She sighed heavily as she slowly let herself down into the seat. Rora's curls were tangled behind her back, and her leather jacket was dusty with dirt. Her jeans had small grass stains.
"What happened?" She asked, generally confused. She had no recollection of her losing her mind back in the woods, scared that she wouldn't be able to get back to her house, to her parents that she hated, but loved, all at the same time. Sometimes she wondered what made her so screwed up, then she remembered when her brother died.
Aurora's mother and father were sitting on the couch, watching tv, when the heard a phone call. Wondering who it was, Rora picked up the upstairs line. She heard crackling and screaming. Her brother had started to say something, but was stopped by three gunshots. She heard a gasp for air, and a thud as he and the phone hit the ground. Apparently, her parents had been listening on the downstairs line. She and they all rushed to where he was hanging out, and saw him laying there in his own pool of blood, his cell phone crackling beside him as it had caught fire. His hair was badly singed, and his eyes were glassy and still open. Solemnly thirteen year old Aurora Jen Valentine, walked up to him, and pulled his eyelids down. Crying silently, she walked back to her parents. Thats when everything began to fall apart.
Her parents weren't ever home. Scratch that, they didn't even belong to the home anymore. They were always gone, drinking away their sorrows, leaving little Rora to take care of the big, three story house. After a while, the house began to go into the dumps. Finally, she suggested they move to a smaller home. All the way from nowhere, Michigan, to California did they go, leaving behind the memories of Jacoby, her older brother.
The memory continued to replay in her head, she was watching the stuff go by when she felt her side where the sharp pains were. She felt a hot wet spot. Glancing down, she saw she was bleeding, somehow she had scratched herself, and it was quite deep. Scowling she decided to put on a strong face for this stranger. No way was she going to let him see her fall apart, epecially since she hadn't done that in years. Silently, she turned and looked to him. His prominent cheek bones stuck out the most, but his light blue eyes were amazingly beautiful as well. She smiled to herself, he was cute. She had been meeting a lot of cute guys lately. It only made sense that she be introduced to just ONE more.
"Please, I'm fine." She tried to sound convincing, but she was failing. She waited for his response.
"Who the hell are you, and where the hell are we?" She asked, sitting up. A sharp pain crashed against her side. She looked at the handsome boy, then looked to the road. They were going to the hospital, obviously.
"Why are we going to the hospital, dude?" Her entire buzz was gone, left with a small headache. She could tell he obviously thought she was a druggie, "I'm NOT a druggie." She said angrily. She moved up, the sharp pains making her gasp for breath each time she moved. Slowly, ever so slowly, she crawled up into the front seat. She sighed heavily as she slowly let herself down into the seat. Rora's curls were tangled behind her back, and her leather jacket was dusty with dirt. Her jeans had small grass stains.
"What happened?" She asked, generally confused. She had no recollection of her losing her mind back in the woods, scared that she wouldn't be able to get back to her house, to her parents that she hated, but loved, all at the same time. Sometimes she wondered what made her so screwed up, then she remembered when her brother died.
Aurora's mother and father were sitting on the couch, watching tv, when the heard a phone call. Wondering who it was, Rora picked up the upstairs line. She heard crackling and screaming. Her brother had started to say something, but was stopped by three gunshots. She heard a gasp for air, and a thud as he and the phone hit the ground. Apparently, her parents had been listening on the downstairs line. She and they all rushed to where he was hanging out, and saw him laying there in his own pool of blood, his cell phone crackling beside him as it had caught fire. His hair was badly singed, and his eyes were glassy and still open. Solemnly thirteen year old Aurora Jen Valentine, walked up to him, and pulled his eyelids down. Crying silently, she walked back to her parents. Thats when everything began to fall apart.
Her parents weren't ever home. Scratch that, they didn't even belong to the home anymore. They were always gone, drinking away their sorrows, leaving little Rora to take care of the big, three story house. After a while, the house began to go into the dumps. Finally, she suggested they move to a smaller home. All the way from nowhere, Michigan, to California did they go, leaving behind the memories of Jacoby, her older brother.
The memory continued to replay in her head, she was watching the stuff go by when she felt her side where the sharp pains were. She felt a hot wet spot. Glancing down, she saw she was bleeding, somehow she had scratched herself, and it was quite deep. Scowling she decided to put on a strong face for this stranger. No way was she going to let him see her fall apart, epecially since she hadn't done that in years. Silently, she turned and looked to him. His prominent cheek bones stuck out the most, but his light blue eyes were amazingly beautiful as well. She smiled to herself, he was cute. She had been meeting a lot of cute guys lately. It only made sense that she be introduced to just ONE more.
"Please, I'm fine." She tried to sound convincing, but she was failing. She waited for his response.
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turn it off in all my spite
credit to NERDS CAN ROCK for this app :] her
hard work went into it when she should have
been studying! shoosh! xP lyrics to paramore's
new album; brand new eyes![/font]