Post by sashaking on Feb 28, 2010 9:16:58 GMT
SASHAROSALIEKING
hello? it's me, Alicia here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm nineteen and i've been around this roleplay world for about seven years. i stumbled about here thanks to site hopping with my friend(s) ... well actually, nobody.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color]September 18th
full name Sasha Rosalie King
nicknames King, by certain people. Quidditch teammates/rivals and professors, mostly.
age 18
date of birth
year and house of preference 7th, Slytherin
bloodline[/color] halfblood - although she was adopted, so she doesn't know it.
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5'8
height
weight[/color] 135 lbs.
hair colour[/color] dark brown
eye colour[/color] brown
skin tone[/color] tan
play-by[/color] Missy Peregrym
Sasha, for a woman, holds a surprisingly intimidating physical presence. She stands at 5’8 and weighs around 135 lbs. She is incredibly athletic – not bulky, but extremely toned, resulting from impressively killing herself at the gym and at quidditch practice. She has small scars in tons of places - mostly roadrash from skating, though they're not overwhelmingly noticeable. These are most prominent on her hands - on her palms and knuckles, as well as on her knees and hips. Overall, she's rather beautiful - but she seems to have cold vibe about her that just doesn't go away.
Style: Sasha rocks the jeans and t-shirt. She doesn't care much about clothes, but she does have a thing for zip-up hoodies - the kind with crazy patterns and designs that all the stoners, skaters, and posers wear. Wurd. Sasha doesn't own any skirts, and her solitary dress is the obligatory little black one that she never wears. Converse and colorful Nikes are her shoes of choice. She usually wears a little makeup, but it's more out of habit than anything. She has no issues with going to class or out in public without it.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Thomas King
father
mother[/color] Ellen King
siblings[/color] Derek King
spouses[/color] none
offspring[/color] none
other relations[/color] none of relevance, and she doesn't know her birth family.
Sasha was adopted into a muggle family, and grew up in the northwest of the United States before moving to London when she was nine years old. Her parents chose adoption in their early forties after going through a sort of mid-life crisis when they realized their only child was to be graduating high school in two years. Their marriage was weakening, and they assumed that a second child would help bring them back together. Derek, her 34 year-old brother, who is the biological child of her adoptive parents, was an influential role model throughout her childhood. Sasha remembers going to his college football games and playing sports with him as a little girl. Derek was a primary reason for her growing up to be so unrelentingly competitive – she was constantly trying to catch up to her brother, even though he was 16 years her senior.
Sasha's relationship with her parents is weird. She spent her childhood outside and out of the house, mostly playing with other neighborhood kids. She never spent much time with her parents, aside from weekends spent out of town at her soccer (football) tournaments. Both Thomas and Ellen tried hard to be dedicated to their daughter, but household conflict soon arose. Her choice of ambitions, hobbies, and lack of interest in family frustrated her parents. Love had been missing between Thomas and Ellen for many years, but their mutual dream of a responsible family life kept them together. They had misled themselves into thinking that another child would seal the growing rift between them, but their thinking was foolish and flawed. They hid this from Sasha for a long time, but when she was 14, they openly discussed divorce. They never followed through however, and are still unhappily married. Sasha spends most of her summers in America at her brother's apartment. She doesn't have any information about her birth family, and hasn't made efforts to contact them.
Sasha's main passion is sports and athletics. She runs and works out constantly, frequently to the point of complete physical exhaustion. She fell in love with quidditch instantly in her first year, and made her house team as a chaser in her third. During the summer before her fifth year, one of Sasha's close childhood friends suffered a traumatic head injury in a skateboarding accident while the two of them were street skating. He fell into a coma. At the end of her fifth year, she beat up a sixth year Gryffindor boy for cornering and insulting her after a quidditch match. He walked away with broken rib, a fractured cheekbone, and two swollen, black eyes. A couple of months later, her friend from back home hadn't woken. His parents took him off of life support. Sasha finds it easy to forget about him for most of the school year, but at home, his absence weighs heavily on her. Muggle parties were a coping mechanism before and during her sixth year, and drugs have been in the picture since before her fifth, as well as an almost complete disregard for her own physical safety. Still, despite the gravity of her actions, she seems to take it all with a grain of salt.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] si.
is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color]
YOU'LL NEVER TURN THE VINEGAR TO JAM MEIN HERR!
roleplay sample
Sasha couldn't repress an amused smile at Darcy's comment about Lukas. The poor guy. She turned her focus to the professor. Sasha was pleased to see his attention distracted towards her, but as he fixed her with a piercing stare, she couldn't help but feel a bit more intimidated than she would have liked. She took intimidation as a challenge, however, and her eyes didn't betray her. Oh, this guy was so full of it. Handling balls? Street crawling? Sasha's eyes narrowed and her teeth bared in a scowl when her retort was silenced before she could utter a sound, but her expression quickly shifted to a satisfied smirk at Darcy's challenging comment. His calm sarcasm directed at Lukas infuriated her. She didn't care that it was only meant to intimidate and engage the class.
If you did SHIT to Lukas, you wouldn't go to Azkaban, because there would be more than one person in this class who would make sure you wouldn't even make it out of the room.
She didn't voice her thoughts, instead choosing to flick her gaze to Darcy and Lukas for a brief second before returning her focus to the professor. Her arms were crossed on the desk, and her fingernails buried themselves into her palms as Kazuo explained that they would actually be using the Imperious curse. Sasha didn't stop to worry about the fact that she should have been at least a bit disturbed... she was pissed, and the adrenaline that had remained lingering in her veins from flying just forty minutes earlier was starting to circulate again. She looked at the cage full of mutated rats and bit her tongue.
Darcy and Lukas were paired up, that was good. Darcy would no doubt be able to help the guy out... maybe the thought of impressing the other girl might make Dunstan more confident. And then Kazuo called for Sasha. Miss Quidditch? She'd hardly heard such a stupid nickname that could also sound so... degrading. Like her efforts and accomplishments were nothing. Miss Quidditch? Screw this guy. In fact, what did she even remember of him? He was head boy during her second year, and he was always hanging around in the library. That was about it, they had both mostly kept to themselves. Did she even interact with him? She didn't remember. In any case, she couldn't tell if he remembered her... he knew of her quidditch status, but that could have been from anything. Whatever. It didn't matter. Professors were supposed to have wisdom to accompany knowledge - and this kid was hardly even older than any of his students. How many more life experiences than her could he possibly have accumulated?
Sasha grabbed her wand and shoved away from the desk, so focused that she didn't spare any more words or looks on her two friends. She approached the front of the room and glared at Kazuo as she walked past him towards the rats. "Miss Quidditch," she hissed angrily, more of a statement than a question. She noticed with slight satisfaction that she was an inch or two taller than the professor. She turned away from him to peer into the cage, biting her tongue and reaching inside to select one of the specimens. She withdrew her arm and one of the large, disgusting rats emerged, hanging from the scruff of its neck, grasped too tight in Sasha's hand.
"This one has a cute snaggletooth," she observed, rotating her grip to look at the creature's face. She blinked and her face hardened, and a second later she turned and hurled the rat into the stone wall with such force that a sickening crack signaled the breakage of some sort of vital bone. Without hesitation she pointed her wand at the creature, arm outstretched, and declared "Imperio!" She didn't shout - her voice was deadly serious and controlled. The creature jerked away from the wall, gurgling forth a series of strangled whimpers and screeches. Its consciousness was too consumed with pain to register Sasha's control of its actions, and its body obeyed the commands of her mind and wand without resistance.
... For a few moments anyway, before it toddled to a stop and collapsed in death, probably from severe internal injuries, at Kazuo's feet. Sasha's wand remained outstretched before she relaxed her shoulders and dropped her arm. She stared at the rat for a few seconds before looking back up at the professor with a fixed stare. Maybe this meant she'd get reassigned to a different group.
If you did SHIT to Lukas, you wouldn't go to Azkaban, because there would be more than one person in this class who would make sure you wouldn't even make it out of the room.
She didn't voice her thoughts, instead choosing to flick her gaze to Darcy and Lukas for a brief second before returning her focus to the professor. Her arms were crossed on the desk, and her fingernails buried themselves into her palms as Kazuo explained that they would actually be using the Imperious curse. Sasha didn't stop to worry about the fact that she should have been at least a bit disturbed... she was pissed, and the adrenaline that had remained lingering in her veins from flying just forty minutes earlier was starting to circulate again. She looked at the cage full of mutated rats and bit her tongue.
Darcy and Lukas were paired up, that was good. Darcy would no doubt be able to help the guy out... maybe the thought of impressing the other girl might make Dunstan more confident. And then Kazuo called for Sasha. Miss Quidditch? She'd hardly heard such a stupid nickname that could also sound so... degrading. Like her efforts and accomplishments were nothing. Miss Quidditch? Screw this guy. In fact, what did she even remember of him? He was head boy during her second year, and he was always hanging around in the library. That was about it, they had both mostly kept to themselves. Did she even interact with him? She didn't remember. In any case, she couldn't tell if he remembered her... he knew of her quidditch status, but that could have been from anything. Whatever. It didn't matter. Professors were supposed to have wisdom to accompany knowledge - and this kid was hardly even older than any of his students. How many more life experiences than her could he possibly have accumulated?
Sasha grabbed her wand and shoved away from the desk, so focused that she didn't spare any more words or looks on her two friends. She approached the front of the room and glared at Kazuo as she walked past him towards the rats. "Miss Quidditch," she hissed angrily, more of a statement than a question. She noticed with slight satisfaction that she was an inch or two taller than the professor. She turned away from him to peer into the cage, biting her tongue and reaching inside to select one of the specimens. She withdrew her arm and one of the large, disgusting rats emerged, hanging from the scruff of its neck, grasped too tight in Sasha's hand.
"This one has a cute snaggletooth," she observed, rotating her grip to look at the creature's face. She blinked and her face hardened, and a second later she turned and hurled the rat into the stone wall with such force that a sickening crack signaled the breakage of some sort of vital bone. Without hesitation she pointed her wand at the creature, arm outstretched, and declared "Imperio!" She didn't shout - her voice was deadly serious and controlled. The creature jerked away from the wall, gurgling forth a series of strangled whimpers and screeches. Its consciousness was too consumed with pain to register Sasha's control of its actions, and its body obeyed the commands of her mind and wand without resistance.
... For a few moments anyway, before it toddled to a stop and collapsed in death, probably from severe internal injuries, at Kazuo's feet. Sasha's wand remained outstretched before she relaxed her shoulders and dropped her arm. She stared at the rat for a few seconds before looking back up at the professor with a fixed stare. Maybe this meant she'd get reassigned to a different group.
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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]
