Post by emsie on Feb 24, 2009 8:29:52 GMT 10
[/size]`Sarah Raine Keegan !!!
Free-Spirited ~ Open ~ Quirky
Name:Sarah Raine Keegan
Nickname(s): None.
Major: Writing Major.
Age: 18, but only recently.
Grade: Freshman
Birthdate: March 2nd.
Orientation: Heterosexual, A.K.A Straight.
Location: Originally: Erlanger, Kentucky. Now: WUoA!
`Appearance ,,
With freckles of a little girl and the body of an adult it can be confusing to guess her age of 18 at times, but, mostly, she just shrugs and says it's normal. At 5'6" she's taller from where she's originally from in Northern Kentucky. With her bright blue-green eyes and dark hair it makes a lovely contrast with the usually pale skin tone, though she's outside a lot, she only tans so much before burning and often just throws her hands up and says 'I give up.'
But, this doesn't diminish the fact that, with a tan, she looks just like a country girl, even if she's from the suburbs and not a farm.
More often than not, males of the species look at a thin body and some curves, but she doesn't have the best body out there and she works for what she has. Her hands are fragile looking and her wrists look like they could break, but she can carry almost her 120 pound body weight. 'It's all in the muscle,' she laughs. She was often teased in high school about being able to turn and disappear because of the unnaturally thin body she possessed and she would just shake her head.
Again, she works for what she has, her younger days of explorations and helping out around the house have paid off, she thinks, and so she continues to find places to help and work on those hidden muscles of hers.
With freckles of a little girl and the body of an adult it can be confusing to guess her age of 18 at times, but, mostly, she just shrugs and says it's normal. At 5'6" she's taller from where she's originally from in Northern Kentucky. With her bright blue-green eyes and dark hair it makes a lovely contrast with the usually pale skin tone, though she's outside a lot, she only tans so much before burning and often just throws her hands up and says 'I give up.'
But, this doesn't diminish the fact that, with a tan, she looks just like a country girl, even if she's from the suburbs and not a farm.
More often than not, males of the species look at a thin body and some curves, but she doesn't have the best body out there and she works for what she has. Her hands are fragile looking and her wrists look like they could break, but she can carry almost her 120 pound body weight. 'It's all in the muscle,' she laughs. She was often teased in high school about being able to turn and disappear because of the unnaturally thin body she possessed and she would just shake her head.
Again, she works for what she has, her younger days of explorations and helping out around the house have paid off, she thinks, and so she continues to find places to help and work on those hidden muscles of hers.
Best Feature: She believes that it’s either her eyes, a bright green with flecks of blue or her hands. Her hands are what write what she’s thinking, after all.
Worst Feature: She hates the shape of her nose, she doesn’t like how it looks like a bump at the tip.[/size]
`Personality ,,
Free-Spirited: She does what she wants and when she wants. She wants to travel the world and she has many dreams of where she wants to go. Knowing this, she doesn't let any roots grow to one specific place and hates being controlled. But, she knows her travels will have to end, and she plans on doing that at home.
Open: She doesn't mind if you ask her questions about herself and she doesn't have issues with telling you straight up how she feels about a subject. She doesn't find it difficult to ask someone to help and is rarely shy. Her upbringing, or more specifically her mother, has drving the thought of being kind and honest and free with other ideas and people. She will listen to your ideas before she will express her own thoughts and feelings.
Quirky: Well, everyone is a bit quirky, but Sarah says she takes the cake with her neat-freakness, as she calls it, and the way she reacts sometimes. Her room is close to spotless while the rest of her life seems chaotic. She is almost over enthusiastic and, at times, doesn't see it.
Free-Spirited: She does what she wants and when she wants. She wants to travel the world and she has many dreams of where she wants to go. Knowing this, she doesn't let any roots grow to one specific place and hates being controlled. But, she knows her travels will have to end, and she plans on doing that at home.
Open: She doesn't mind if you ask her questions about herself and she doesn't have issues with telling you straight up how she feels about a subject. She doesn't find it difficult to ask someone to help and is rarely shy. Her upbringing, or more specifically her mother, has drving the thought of being kind and honest and free with other ideas and people. She will listen to your ideas before she will express her own thoughts and feelings.
Quirky: Well, everyone is a bit quirky, but Sarah says she takes the cake with her neat-freakness, as she calls it, and the way she reacts sometimes. Her room is close to spotless while the rest of her life seems chaotic. She is almost over enthusiastic and, at times, doesn't see it.
Likes:
-Chocolate
-Writing
-The World
-People
-Boys
-Sunny Days
-Music - More a love than a like.
-Adventures
Dislikes:
-Confinement of any sort
-Winters
-Arrogance
-Fake 'n' bakers.
-Horror shows
-Snow or Rain or various other forms of precipitation.
-Fast Food
Positive Traits: Extroversion- Her ability to go out there, make friends, plan things and barely bat an eye amazes herself and some others, especially from where she's from.
Kindness- She will go out of her way for her friends to help them and doesn't mind giving the random and homeless person a dollar or two when she knows they need it more than she.
Independence- Learned from a single mother on how to fend for herself in a world where you aren't allowed to depend on others. While not minding to ask for help when needed, she would much rather have known what to do by herself.
Negative Traits: Over-organizer- She's a plan maker and always has been, so she has a habit of trying to stick with a precise schedule at times without giving any leeway for accidents and things of the like. Now, she isn't always like this, but when she gets on a roll, she's on a roll.
Oblivion- She can be oblivious at other times and won't hear when someone is talking to her because of a dreamer's heart and a habit of zoning out all too often. This often gets her in trouble with school work and with keeping up with conversations when she needs to pay extra attention.
Farsighted- She sometimes looks too far in the future instead of living in the now. Her dreams about the future consume her thoughts at times and then doesn't pay attention to what is going on at the moment.
Greatest Ambition: To travel the world and be able to write about it in a way to help other people to experience the places.
Greatest Fear:To die at a young age.[/size]
`History ,,
Sarah grew up in a suburban area of Northern Kentucky with a mother and father, but no siblings to be spoken for. She was the girl that would run off in the middle of the day to chase a butterfly about the yard or go find some trees to climb. But, mostly, it was a calm upbringing with strict rules of how you should treat others with respect and how you would want to be treated.
And she's taken all of that to heart. More often than not, she'll help you out if you need it and has, in the past, done things for other people if they couldn't. When walking down downtown Cincinnati, Ohio, with friends she has often dropped a coin or two in the person's hat, case, whatever they were collecting in.
But, this isn't to say she wasn't selfish. Her mother would often tell her that just because she was an only child didn't mean she got everything. Jealous of friends with nice cars and phones she would argue that she should get them due to less people to support but was told if she wanted it, she'd have to earn it.
So, she went to nearby towns and looked for places to work with some success with connections to the places. Though it didn't pay much, she'd work just to get what she wanted, even if she thought it unfair.
Hey, that's teen life for you, right?
Sarah grew up in a suburban area of Northern Kentucky with a mother and father, but no siblings to be spoken for. She was the girl that would run off in the middle of the day to chase a butterfly about the yard or go find some trees to climb. But, mostly, it was a calm upbringing with strict rules of how you should treat others with respect and how you would want to be treated.
And she's taken all of that to heart. More often than not, she'll help you out if you need it and has, in the past, done things for other people if they couldn't. When walking down downtown Cincinnati, Ohio, with friends she has often dropped a coin or two in the person's hat, case, whatever they were collecting in.
But, this isn't to say she wasn't selfish. Her mother would often tell her that just because she was an only child didn't mean she got everything. Jealous of friends with nice cars and phones she would argue that she should get them due to less people to support but was told if she wanted it, she'd have to earn it.
So, she went to nearby towns and looked for places to work with some success with connections to the places. Though it didn't pay much, she'd work just to get what she wanted, even if she thought it unfair.
Hey, that's teen life for you, right?
Best Memory: The day she got the letter of acceptance. It was cold and wet and miserable, she had had a bad day due to one test in some class, even she can't remember what it was, and when she got the mail and saw it, she ran inside. "Mom! Mom! The letter's finally here!" Both women were terrified to open it for a few minutes before Sarah just decided to rip it open and read the news with tears of joy running down her face.
Worst Memory: Her worst memory would probably end up being the day she had to go to the hospital to get her appendix out. She hated the noise and rushing, but mostly the needles got her. Stuck in a hospital room and barely able to move, she felt helpless and hated every moment of it. Of course, she was about sixteen at the time and had had plans for later in the evening.
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`Writing Skill ,,
Nessa felt a crack against her forehead, tears well and disappear and pain in the span of seconds. She wasn’t really hurt, she thought after she had gingerly examined her forehead and back with her fingers. “Just bruises.” She concluded in a whisper before throwing her glance up through her eyelashes at the man who had knocked her over. The half ice demon pulled herself up as gracefully as one trained would as she took his hand before immediately releasing it and absently dusted herself off. Words were pressing against her lips and annoyance was apparent on her face, but she said and did nothing other than stand and wait for a proper apology.
His half attempt made her laugh, “Someone was too preoccupied with their hair that looks fine as is.” The ice bit into her tone but it was contradicted by the slight shake of her head. He wasn’t facing her and that was fine with her. She didn’t need to see his face again to hear him apologize, “But, one should give a full apology if one wants to be forgiven.” The tone still had the ice but it wasn’t biting and it was cool instead of freezing. Curious but most definitely not going to push she stood and waited as patiently as she usually was with her patients.
“But, if you would please hurry this up? It’s late, I work tomorrow and, though I do love this freedom, I need to go to bed and my home is a few blocks away.” There was a note of teasing in her voice, attempting to provoke a glance of some sort so it was truly proper. She wasn’t snobby so much as demanding and queen-like in her manner, hands settled at her sides, head angled just so and eyes lit with just enough power to seem more powerful than she truly was.
And so she stood until he would look her in the eye and apologize properly, gentlemanly.
[/size][/center]Nessa felt a crack against her forehead, tears well and disappear and pain in the span of seconds. She wasn’t really hurt, she thought after she had gingerly examined her forehead and back with her fingers. “Just bruises.” She concluded in a whisper before throwing her glance up through her eyelashes at the man who had knocked her over. The half ice demon pulled herself up as gracefully as one trained would as she took his hand before immediately releasing it and absently dusted herself off. Words were pressing against her lips and annoyance was apparent on her face, but she said and did nothing other than stand and wait for a proper apology.
His half attempt made her laugh, “Someone was too preoccupied with their hair that looks fine as is.” The ice bit into her tone but it was contradicted by the slight shake of her head. He wasn’t facing her and that was fine with her. She didn’t need to see his face again to hear him apologize, “But, one should give a full apology if one wants to be forgiven.” The tone still had the ice but it wasn’t biting and it was cool instead of freezing. Curious but most definitely not going to push she stood and waited as patiently as she usually was with her patients.
“But, if you would please hurry this up? It’s late, I work tomorrow and, though I do love this freedom, I need to go to bed and my home is a few blocks away.” There was a note of teasing in her voice, attempting to provoke a glance of some sort so it was truly proper. She wasn’t snobby so much as demanding and queen-like in her manner, hands settled at her sides, head angled just so and eyes lit with just enough power to seem more powerful than she truly was.
And so she stood until he would look her in the eye and apologize properly, gentlemanly.
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Emily, but call me Emsie.
Age: 17, soon to be 18.
Role-playing experience: On and off for the last 4-5 years. =)
How you found us: A friend found your site and thought I would enjoy it here.
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