Post by hazell on May 21, 2010 0:40:20 GMT
TALLULAHSKYEWOOD
hello? it's me, hazie here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm blah and i've been around this roleplay world for about six years. i stumbled about here thanks to proboards with my friend(s) briar pritchard.
S/HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] may fourteenth
full name tallulah skye wood
nicknames tally, lulu
age seventen
date of birth
year and house of preference seventh, gryffindor
bloodline[/color] pureblood
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] five foot four
height
weight[/color] one hundred fifteen pounds
hair colour[/color] red
eye colour[/color] brown
skin tone[/color] fair
play-by[/color] dulce maria
lulu is similar to her sister in looks, actually veyr similar. sure, they aren't identical twins, but they are still sisters and share the same genes. for example, they share the same dark brown eyes that bleed sincerity. they share the same fair but not pake skin tone, spotless most of the time. they share the same thickness in hair, and long legs. but what they do not share is lulu's bright red hair. born with a dull mousey brown, lulu wanted to be different, and thus, dyed her hair. the color is something she kept, liking the way it compliments her skin.
other than her outward appearance, lulu sets herself out from the crowd in other ways. she tends to wear rather bright colors, flaming in the crowd like her red hair. she is eager to stand out, and because she is a big quidditch player, she is used to being in the spotlight. she doesn't particularly seek attention, but once its there, she enjoys every minute of it. she wears jeans more often than not, with tank tops and jackets, or plain old jerseys from her favorite quidditch team, the chudley canons.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] oliver wood
father
mother[/color] katie bell
siblings[/color] tinsley wood, twin. younger brother.
spouses[/color] none
offspring[/color]none
other relations to be plotted[/color]
tallulah skye was quite special, even from birth. instead of being the firstborn, she was born with a twin sister named tinsley. lulu and tin got along quite well, having a sort of twin connection from when they took thier first breath. of course they had their spats, what pair of sisters doesn't? more often than not, they were just content to be in each other's company. this made it easy for katie and oliver, who were relieved that twins were not as difficult in that manner as a single child could be. it was only when lulu and tin were one year in age that katie gave birth to their younger brother.
lulu cannot speak for tin, but she was quite uneasy at the idea of a new kid in the house. she was used to lapping up attention with her sister, and this new baby took some getting used to. a mischievous thing even so young, lulu had habits of sabotaging, minorly, the toys and diapers used for her little brother. she did get in trouble, though sometimes oliver and katie found her determination amusing. by the time she turned three, however, the phase was over and lulu got along just as well with her brother as she did with her twin. they grew up in quite a happy household.
starting school was scary. at age eleven, lulu stepped onto the hogwarts express and was shipped off to the magical school. luckily, she had tin with her, and the two seemed to be inseperable for the first year or so that they attented hogwarts. their younger brother joining them while they were in their second year gave them a little more confidence, though they were still quiet and shy. by their fifth year, the three of them started blossoming in their own ways. tin became the cute and innocent twin, while lulu became the mischief maker who could be beastly in quidditch. their younger brother tried not to let his sisters invade his social life, so they never seriously tried to. well, they joked and screwed around, but that was all fun and games. now, in their seventh year, the sisters have grown in more ways than one.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
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is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color]
roleplay sample
a redheaded girl leaned over her table, resting her weight on her forearms as she peered out the window of her uncomfortable old booth seat. outside, a stormcloud was forming, and rain was already drizzling onto the cobblestone streets of hogsmeade, making a pitter patter sound on the stone. blinking blue eyes, the redhead leaned back, letting her back lean against the leather seat, sticky from humidity, as she reached forward to fold her fingers around the handle of her mug. she sipped her drink, letting the spicy and sweet taste of butterbeer linger on her tongue long after she had already rested the mug back down on the table with a gentle thunk.
everyone always complained and moaned about feeling bad on rainy days. young people whimpered about being tired, and old people whined about their joints. norah herself was guilty of the act, but she always wondered why. what was in the weather that made everyone down on rainy days? now, peering outside the window and trying to ignore the reflections of the people inside the three broomsticks, she sighed. attempting to block out loud chortles and voices wasn't all it cracked up to be. as for the rain ... maybe it was just some weird science thing. oh, the sun is gone, i must be bound to have a bad day. it could be psychological- but, then, it'd have to stem from something anyway. whatever. she didn't like to give too much thought on things, especially those she couldn't control once knew understood them.
norah roth stebbins took another tiny sip of her butterbeer. she waved to a 'friend' from school as they passed with a group of laughing people. she selected her mask and grinned with such enthusiasm, everyone had to smile back. irresistable. she was norah roth. she was the incarnation of what people wanted her to be. once the crowd had passed and moved on, she turned back to her butterbeer and her window- a portal to her thoughts. she didn't get much time alone with herself these days, what with everyone and everything. she was always his norah, or her norah, or their norah. today, she was hers. smiling to herself, the redhead rifled through a bag she had on the seat next to her. pulling out a small black book, she pulled a pencil from her ponytail and opened the book, beginning to scribble on the flimsy paper pages. she had a plan you see, norah roth did. this plan would get her places no one else here would- with their meaningless thoughts and need to own objective things.
everyone always complained and moaned about feeling bad on rainy days. young people whimpered about being tired, and old people whined about their joints. norah herself was guilty of the act, but she always wondered why. what was in the weather that made everyone down on rainy days? now, peering outside the window and trying to ignore the reflections of the people inside the three broomsticks, she sighed. attempting to block out loud chortles and voices wasn't all it cracked up to be. as for the rain ... maybe it was just some weird science thing. oh, the sun is gone, i must be bound to have a bad day. it could be psychological- but, then, it'd have to stem from something anyway. whatever. she didn't like to give too much thought on things, especially those she couldn't control once knew understood them.
norah roth stebbins took another tiny sip of her butterbeer. she waved to a 'friend' from school as they passed with a group of laughing people. she selected her mask and grinned with such enthusiasm, everyone had to smile back. irresistable. she was norah roth. she was the incarnation of what people wanted her to be. once the crowd had passed and moved on, she turned back to her butterbeer and her window- a portal to her thoughts. she didn't get much time alone with herself these days, what with everyone and everything. she was always his norah, or her norah, or their norah. today, she was hers. smiling to herself, the redhead rifled through a bag she had on the seat next to her. pulling out a small black book, she pulled a pencil from her ponytail and opened the book, beginning to scribble on the flimsy paper pages. she had a plan you see, norah roth did. this plan would get her places no one else here would- with their meaningless thoughts and need to own objective things.
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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
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