Post by Dem on Jun 4, 2008 9:18:54 GMT -5
OUT OF CHARACTER
What do we call you: lexi
Are you older then 16: yes (17)
What time zone are you in: Mountain Pacific
How long have you been rp’ing: 4.5 years
Have you read all the rules: yeppers
Would you think of yourself as an active person: yes sir/ma’am
You are ok that this site is rated R: duh
Who is your play by : Kate Beckinsale
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Demelza “Dem” Brinley
Month/Day of birth: June 24
Race: Human/Archenlander
Gender: Female
Appearance :
Dem is a lady at heart, really. She just can’t show that part too often when she is running around saving her brother from all the…small mishaps he gets into. Her full lips and soft, dark blue eyes say this. She is fit and likes to stay that way. Dem doesn’t get to have a hair cut too often so her hair is fairly long and a bit tangled. This is why she mostly keeps her deep chestnut curls up in a leather strap she uses for her hair. Dem doesn’t get into very many dresses. She’s mostly running around in one of her father’s old, oversized tunics.
Martial Status: Single
Family:
Mother: deceased
Father: deceased
Brother: Colton “Colt” Brinley, 14
PERSONAL INFORMATION
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Fending for her family, riding horses, having good quality conversations, sword fighting, archery, animals, Narnia, her brother, boys, swimming, playing around with brother
Dislikes: Her parents (she blames them for the way she is today), war, being told what to do, being wrong, being scared, losing (which doesn’t happen very often), Colt’s attitude
Personality:
Dem is a very independent young lady. She doesn’t need assistance very much and drowns everything in work. Dem is the kind of person who runs away from guilt and fear instead of confronting it. She likes to do projects to get away from that or fight. Dem pretends to blame her parents for the fact that she and Colt don’t have a permanent residence in Archenland. You see, Demelza Brinley was supposed to be a lady of the Archenland court as was her mother and her mother before that. Colton was supposed to be a knight, as was his father. But when their parents died, Demelza and Colton lost all creditably to their rightful places and where practically shunned as orphans. So they left and never came back, living in the regions between Archenland and Narnia. In reality, Dem just blames her parents as a cover up for blaming herself. Yes, Dem is that kind of person. She blames herself for her parent’s death as she thought she could have done something (which she couldn’t have anyways).
But back to Dem’s personality as her past seems to play a big role with that. She is quite a friendly girl after she learns to trust you. But you have to earn her trust first. Dem loves her little brother, Colton. Since they are only three years apart, Colton does give Dem a bit of attitude when she tries to get him out of the sticky situations the fourteen year old seems to get himself into often. That, she doesn’t like. Dem is a very sporty girl. She teaches her brother how to box, sword fight, ride horses and shoot a bow and arrow. She learned all this from her father before he died. He thought that a little girl like her might need this when she turned into a gorgeous young lady.
Believe me, Dem is a very outspoken girl. She speaks her mind most of the time and doesn’t get embarrassed easily. Dem can be a bit bossy since she has always been the eldest. She is smart and uses her head, using strategies and always thinking. She is a dreamer though and day dreams a lot. Dem is the kind of girl who likes to take charge of a situation. She does do the right thing most of the time but her built up temper can sway her decision to do otherwise. That has only happened once and for the next three weeks she was traumatized and called herself a murder. And that was only because she killed a bear for food when Colton had threatened it and it was going to hurt him.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
Sofie’s eyes were filled with tears as she gathered the skirts of her dress. She looked back towards her father’s house and the curtains dropped. But she could still see Harry’s head peaking out and waving. She sobbed but put on a smile and waved back. Family arguments always made Sofie cry. She had gone straight to her dad’s after work which explained her attire. But her car was still in the parking lot at the club. She brushed her hair away from her face; the sophisticated up-do had long since fallen out with her yelling.
Sofie rounded onto the street by the beach and looked towards the water. It reminded her of the afternoons her family would spend together, her whole family. Sofie angrily kicked the sand in front of her and a harsh scream escaped her throat. It was immediately choked by a sob. Her mother was dead. She hated the reality of it. For four years it still made her shoulders sag. Sofie removed her shiny black heels and let the water lap up her legs. It soaked the hem of her black dress but Sofie didn’t care at that moment. She looked as though she had just come from a funeral with her black clothes and her tears. Thank god she had worn water proof mascara. The memories were always painful.
Sofie sat in the living room with her family with the exception of Derian. She grimaced as she removed her heels. “Sofia, may I sit with you?” Little Harrison asked politely as always. He always took after her.
“Of course, Harrison.” Sofie and Harry never used the short forms of each others names, they were always very formal.
“Harry, why do you call her that? It’s easier to call her Sofie.” Ryan said from the coach. Sofie detected a hint of desperation and anger in his voice. She frowned.
“What does it matter? That’s the name you and mom gave me, its fine if he calls me Sofia.” Sofie argued, not at all liking the tone her father was using with his youngest son. Harry was only four. “Actually, I like Sofia. Mom called me that.”
“Don’t bring your mother into this, Sof.” Her father growled from his spot.
“Oh come on dad! We don’t have to completely shun her. She’s wouldn’t be happy about that.” Sofie smirked. No one liked to talk about Pat but she was always good ammo.
“Sofia Cohen! Show her some respect!” Ryan yelled, getting up from the couch.
“Please dad, Sofie. Not now.” Colette pleaded. She was very intellectual for twelve.
“She left us dad! She never even tried. How many people survive from cancer?” Sofie yelled, her hair tumbling out place.
“How dare you! You know if she had a choice, your mother would have stayed. You have no right!” Ryan yelled with equal force.
“I have no right? No have no right to run this family! Where were you for more then a year of Harrison’s life? How can he respect a man who locks himself in his room for that long when his son and daughter have to take care of him and his children?” She screamed. That floored her father.
“Out,” his voice was soft and horse. “Get out.”
“My pleasure. Bye kittens.” She said to her little siblings, all of whom were completely stunned as well.
Sofie sighed and wiped away her tears. She hated having arguments and they started off so stupid. Over names or cooking or Ryan’s parenting. Perhaps a combination of two or three things. She frowned and, yet again, pushed her unruly blond hair behind her ears. Her reflection in the water around her feet bothered her. She looked so much like her father. Did that mean she was like him? In reality, yes. She had his temper but his smarts. But reality seemed to be brought up a lot lately. Even if Sofie blamed her mother for her problems, she still wished she was half the woman Patricia was.
What do we call you: lexi
Are you older then 16: yes (17)
What time zone are you in: Mountain Pacific
How long have you been rp’ing: 4.5 years
Have you read all the rules: yeppers
Would you think of yourself as an active person: yes sir/ma’am
You are ok that this site is rated R: duh
Who is your play by : Kate Beckinsale
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Demelza “Dem” Brinley
Month/Day of birth: June 24
Race: Human/Archenlander
Gender: Female
Appearance :
Dem is a lady at heart, really. She just can’t show that part too often when she is running around saving her brother from all the…small mishaps he gets into. Her full lips and soft, dark blue eyes say this. She is fit and likes to stay that way. Dem doesn’t get to have a hair cut too often so her hair is fairly long and a bit tangled. This is why she mostly keeps her deep chestnut curls up in a leather strap she uses for her hair. Dem doesn’t get into very many dresses. She’s mostly running around in one of her father’s old, oversized tunics.
Martial Status: Single
Family:
Mother: deceased
Father: deceased
Brother: Colton “Colt” Brinley, 14
PERSONAL INFORMATION
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Fending for her family, riding horses, having good quality conversations, sword fighting, archery, animals, Narnia, her brother, boys, swimming, playing around with brother
Dislikes: Her parents (she blames them for the way she is today), war, being told what to do, being wrong, being scared, losing (which doesn’t happen very often), Colt’s attitude
Personality:
Dem is a very independent young lady. She doesn’t need assistance very much and drowns everything in work. Dem is the kind of person who runs away from guilt and fear instead of confronting it. She likes to do projects to get away from that or fight. Dem pretends to blame her parents for the fact that she and Colt don’t have a permanent residence in Archenland. You see, Demelza Brinley was supposed to be a lady of the Archenland court as was her mother and her mother before that. Colton was supposed to be a knight, as was his father. But when their parents died, Demelza and Colton lost all creditably to their rightful places and where practically shunned as orphans. So they left and never came back, living in the regions between Archenland and Narnia. In reality, Dem just blames her parents as a cover up for blaming herself. Yes, Dem is that kind of person. She blames herself for her parent’s death as she thought she could have done something (which she couldn’t have anyways).
But back to Dem’s personality as her past seems to play a big role with that. She is quite a friendly girl after she learns to trust you. But you have to earn her trust first. Dem loves her little brother, Colton. Since they are only three years apart, Colton does give Dem a bit of attitude when she tries to get him out of the sticky situations the fourteen year old seems to get himself into often. That, she doesn’t like. Dem is a very sporty girl. She teaches her brother how to box, sword fight, ride horses and shoot a bow and arrow. She learned all this from her father before he died. He thought that a little girl like her might need this when she turned into a gorgeous young lady.
Believe me, Dem is a very outspoken girl. She speaks her mind most of the time and doesn’t get embarrassed easily. Dem can be a bit bossy since she has always been the eldest. She is smart and uses her head, using strategies and always thinking. She is a dreamer though and day dreams a lot. Dem is the kind of girl who likes to take charge of a situation. She does do the right thing most of the time but her built up temper can sway her decision to do otherwise. That has only happened once and for the next three weeks she was traumatized and called herself a murder. And that was only because she killed a bear for food when Colton had threatened it and it was going to hurt him.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
Sofie’s eyes were filled with tears as she gathered the skirts of her dress. She looked back towards her father’s house and the curtains dropped. But she could still see Harry’s head peaking out and waving. She sobbed but put on a smile and waved back. Family arguments always made Sofie cry. She had gone straight to her dad’s after work which explained her attire. But her car was still in the parking lot at the club. She brushed her hair away from her face; the sophisticated up-do had long since fallen out with her yelling.
Sofie rounded onto the street by the beach and looked towards the water. It reminded her of the afternoons her family would spend together, her whole family. Sofie angrily kicked the sand in front of her and a harsh scream escaped her throat. It was immediately choked by a sob. Her mother was dead. She hated the reality of it. For four years it still made her shoulders sag. Sofie removed her shiny black heels and let the water lap up her legs. It soaked the hem of her black dress but Sofie didn’t care at that moment. She looked as though she had just come from a funeral with her black clothes and her tears. Thank god she had worn water proof mascara. The memories were always painful.
Sofie sat in the living room with her family with the exception of Derian. She grimaced as she removed her heels. “Sofia, may I sit with you?” Little Harrison asked politely as always. He always took after her.
“Of course, Harrison.” Sofie and Harry never used the short forms of each others names, they were always very formal.
“Harry, why do you call her that? It’s easier to call her Sofie.” Ryan said from the coach. Sofie detected a hint of desperation and anger in his voice. She frowned.
“What does it matter? That’s the name you and mom gave me, its fine if he calls me Sofia.” Sofie argued, not at all liking the tone her father was using with his youngest son. Harry was only four. “Actually, I like Sofia. Mom called me that.”
“Don’t bring your mother into this, Sof.” Her father growled from his spot.
“Oh come on dad! We don’t have to completely shun her. She’s wouldn’t be happy about that.” Sofie smirked. No one liked to talk about Pat but she was always good ammo.
“Sofia Cohen! Show her some respect!” Ryan yelled, getting up from the couch.
“Please dad, Sofie. Not now.” Colette pleaded. She was very intellectual for twelve.
“She left us dad! She never even tried. How many people survive from cancer?” Sofie yelled, her hair tumbling out place.
“How dare you! You know if she had a choice, your mother would have stayed. You have no right!” Ryan yelled with equal force.
“I have no right? No have no right to run this family! Where were you for more then a year of Harrison’s life? How can he respect a man who locks himself in his room for that long when his son and daughter have to take care of him and his children?” She screamed. That floored her father.
“Out,” his voice was soft and horse. “Get out.”
“My pleasure. Bye kittens.” She said to her little siblings, all of whom were completely stunned as well.
Sofie sighed and wiped away her tears. She hated having arguments and they started off so stupid. Over names or cooking or Ryan’s parenting. Perhaps a combination of two or three things. She frowned and, yet again, pushed her unruly blond hair behind her ears. Her reflection in the water around her feet bothered her. She looked so much like her father. Did that mean she was like him? In reality, yes. She had his temper but his smarts. But reality seemed to be brought up a lot lately. Even if Sofie blamed her mother for her problems, she still wished she was half the woman Patricia was.
