Post by win on Jun 18, 2010 21:26:53 GMT -5
Character Name: Megan Briar Harper
Nickname(s): Meg
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Sexuality: Straight
Grade: Junior
College: Central
Other: N/A
Major: Dance
Weight: 123 pounds
Height: 5' 7
Appearance:
Carter was bored to the extreme, nothing was happening lately. Well, nothing exciting anyway. She'd already finished her studying and the usual chores she had to deal with were done. The only thing left to do was get some coffee and enjoy the day.
The afternoon sun was hidden behind a curtain of dark clouds, rain starting to fall more steadily by the second. Pulling her jacket hood up, she ran into the coffee house, glad for the shelter. The place was warm and toasty, many people already relaxing with a mug of caffeine. Walking towards the cashier, she asked politely for a large mug of black coffee, hopefully the bitter taste would wake her up so that she could face the rather depressing weather. Flashing a small smile in the cashier's direction as he handed her the coffee. Taking it in her cold hands, she looked for a place to sit. Fortunately, her favourite spot was not yet occupied. Hurrying over and almost collapsing on the sofa she sighed as she looked out the glass window, which was technically the whole north wall of the coffee house.
The rain was falling heavily now, there would be no way she was going to run out there and walk all the way back home. She'd be soaked completely to the skin, she didn't need another cold. Carter took a sip of her bitter coffee, wrinkling her nose at the taste. She was disappointed; it hadn¡¯t seemed to wake her up like she¡¯d hoped it would. Instead the strong taste still lingered in her mouth, making it hard to think about anything else. But that was good, sort of. At least it took her mind off of all the important things she was supposed to think about at the time. Things that were too confusing, and certainly weren¡¯t very logical. She sighed, drowning away her thoughts with black coffee.
Carter stared at the steam rising from her mug of caffeine. For now, it was the only thing to do, the other customers around her were just as quiet as her, completely absorbed looking into the screens of their laptops or reading their thick novels. The only things that shattered the would-be silence were a couple of toddlers with their mothers, squealing and making a fuss over each other¡¯s empty paper cups. As well as the whirring sound of the coffee brewer and the seemingly too happy ¡®thank you¡¯s the forever smiling cashiers said to their customers. Even the drops of rain that hit the glass wall seemed all too loud, disturbing her supposed-to-be quiet moment. But not everything could be perfect.
[/blockquote]Celeb:
Ashlee Simpson, well, maybe. I shall explain if needed.
Out Of Character:
Name: Winnie
Experience: Long enough
PM is fine
I'm on:
This
And a few more ^^
Nickname(s): Meg
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Sexuality: Straight
Grade: Junior
College: Central
Other: N/A
Major: Dance
Weight: 123 pounds
Height: 5' 7
Appearance:
Personality:
{{HAIR}}
Megan is known for changing her hair colours as frequently as a millionaire would buy new cars. The shades change from dark copper, black, blonde, red, she loves experimenting with new looks. She usually wears her ever changing hair in a loose ponytail while she dances to keep it from getting into her eyes. Meg¡¯s hair goes down her back, and changes it from wavy to straight just as quickly as she changes colours. You just never know what to expect with Megan.
{{BODY}}
Megan has a dancer¡¯s body. Long, graceful arms and legs for ballet, a strong body for hip hop and jazz, and quick moving feet for tap. She¡¯s slim, with athletic features to describe it quickly. She has normal skin, not too tan, but not as white as porcelain either. In general, Megan has a nice body. Maybe all that dancing really paid off...
{{CLOTHES}}
Megan's life revolves around dance so most of her wardrobe consists of things comfortable to wear to the dance studio. Depending on what style of movement, it can be anything from baggy pants and a tank top, to ballet leggings. Outside of dance, Meg usually dresses casually. A pair of skinny jeans and any random shirt from the top of her clothing pile is usually what she wears to her classes. Of course, when the situation demands it, she can dress in a more flattering fashion.
{{FACE}}
First of all, Megan's eyes are the most intriguing part of her pretty face. Depending on the light, Meg's beautiful eyes are blue or green tinted with grey and are usually lined with black eyeliner.
When she's happy and relaxed, a light, care free smile etches its way onto Meg's face. When stressed, what was once her mouth is contorted into a hard frown; tight and unhappy.
[/blockquote]History:
{{FRIENDLY}}
Megan is generally considered a nice person, as long as you don't get on her bad side. A happy smile decorates her pretty features when she meets someone new, and she's not afraid to ask what your name is if she finds you nice. Her personality makes draws people to her naturally when she wants it to, whether it's a guy, or a potential best friend.
There's not a visible mean bone in her body when she has nothing against you. Meg isn't one of those girls who usually judges a person by their clothes, looks, wealth, or popularity status. If she wants to get to know you, she will, if she doesn't like you, watch your back.
{{CONFIDENT}}
Whether this is a good thing or bad thing is the only question. Of course, sometimes it can be used to her advantage, but if she gets too carried away, well, it doesn't turn out too well. Her confident attitude also gives her a bit of a rebellious streak sometimes too.
Her confidence also gave her the courage to try dance when she was little, so it is an important part of her sometimes.
{{TEMPER}}
Megan's middle name is 'Briar' for a reason. When Meg gets stressed over a particularly frusturating thing, the best thing to do would be leave her alone for about a week. If you don't, she'll most likely explode and lecture you angrily about how people shouldn't disturb others when they're lives are going down the drain. Yeah, it can happen. During this time, Meg will be as thorny and stiff as a briar.
Megan isn't known for having temper tantrums frequently and suddenly, she's more of a 'stressed whenever an important assignment is due in five days' sort of person. Of course, who wouldn't be stressed?
{{STUBBORN}}
Megan calls this personality trait as just being 'more determined than other people, but really, we all know it's just her being as stubborn as a mule. When she sets her mind on perfecting her triple pirouette, you're gauranteed to see her doing it flawlessly in the next two weeks. Well, at least it makes her a better dancer.
[/blockquote]Sample Rp:
{{GOLDEN AGE}}
Megan Briar Harper was on April. 12, 1989 to Melissa and David Harper.
You could say that Megan was born into a dancing family; David owned a dance studio in New York City and Meg's mother was a dance teacher and choreographer.
As soon as Megan learned how to walk, Megan's mother taught her how to dance in every possible way. Megan learned to love dance, and dance learned to love her. She remembers how her father used to her encourage her 24/7, even when she made a mistake. This was the Golden Age.
{{PRETTY HAPPY}}
When Megan started elementary school, she hated it. After all, there wasn't any class for dance. But she put a bright smile on her face to please her parents. After a while though, she had plenty of friends, and no bully issues because she scared them all away with her confident attitude. Everything was pretty good, and meanwhile, the dance studio's business continued to grow just like how her circle of friends was growing.
{{FIRE}}
From Megan's point of view, she had the best life ever. The best parents, the best life, and the best friends anyone could ever have. When she was about to celebrate her eleventh birthday with her parents, she was practically jumping with joy. She could barely contain herself when her father switched on the lighter to set the candles. Then everything happened so quickly¡¦
I didn¡¯t realize it until it grew bad. The tiny flame from the lighter grew in a second. My mother and I ran out, but dad never followed. What was once my home was now a charred mess when the firefighters hosed it down. One of them whispered into my mother¡¯s ear. I wasn¡¯t close enough to hear but by my mother¡¯s reaction, the answer became clear.
Megan¡¯s mother had walked up to her that night, and had handed her a necklace with a silver pendant in the shape of a ballerina. It was the gift her father was supposed to give to her.
{{BROKEN PIECES}}
Megan was depressed, her mother was struggling with money, and worst of all, she couldn¡¯t dance anymore because of the family¡¯s financial problems. Her mother had sold the dance studio and life at school wasn¡¯t going well either. Meg had ignored all of her friends until they had drifted so far away, that it would be impossible to reach them again the way she had before. Not that she cared. Megan skipped classes, spoke to no one, and became a depressed outcast. Her mother was too concerned with finding a new home that she barely noticed and was being driven crazy with stress. Meanwhile, they lived in Megan¡¯s aunt¡¯s apartment, which was too small and had one too many cats. In a nutshell, Megan¡¯s life was broken up into so many pieces, she couldn¡¯t find the will to scoop them up and glue them together again. She was a mess. And so was her life.
{{BETTER}}
A year after the horrible tragedy, Megan¡¯s mother announced that she had found a nice house in California. The two packed up as quickly as they could and left without a trace. As soon as Meg hopped out of the plane, she knew that this would be a new beginning for her and her mother.
It turned out she loved the California sun and water, it was beautiful everyday and best of all, her mother had found a job as a dance teacher again and Megan was going to dance classes at least four times a week. School was good, and by high school, she had become herself again. Sure she still breaks down into tears every once in a while when something reminds her too much of her father, but in general, everything¡¯s better.
{{ THE PRESENT}}
Now, as Megan is in college still studying dance, her mother is becoming successful and her life is just as good as it was in elementary school. She even made a few friends.
Of course, there¡¯s been no school drama yet, but who knows? Maybe it¡¯s just around the corner¡¦
Carter was bored to the extreme, nothing was happening lately. Well, nothing exciting anyway. She'd already finished her studying and the usual chores she had to deal with were done. The only thing left to do was get some coffee and enjoy the day.
The afternoon sun was hidden behind a curtain of dark clouds, rain starting to fall more steadily by the second. Pulling her jacket hood up, she ran into the coffee house, glad for the shelter. The place was warm and toasty, many people already relaxing with a mug of caffeine. Walking towards the cashier, she asked politely for a large mug of black coffee, hopefully the bitter taste would wake her up so that she could face the rather depressing weather. Flashing a small smile in the cashier's direction as he handed her the coffee. Taking it in her cold hands, she looked for a place to sit. Fortunately, her favourite spot was not yet occupied. Hurrying over and almost collapsing on the sofa she sighed as she looked out the glass window, which was technically the whole north wall of the coffee house.
The rain was falling heavily now, there would be no way she was going to run out there and walk all the way back home. She'd be soaked completely to the skin, she didn't need another cold. Carter took a sip of her bitter coffee, wrinkling her nose at the taste. She was disappointed; it hadn¡¯t seemed to wake her up like she¡¯d hoped it would. Instead the strong taste still lingered in her mouth, making it hard to think about anything else. But that was good, sort of. At least it took her mind off of all the important things she was supposed to think about at the time. Things that were too confusing, and certainly weren¡¯t very logical. She sighed, drowning away her thoughts with black coffee.
Carter stared at the steam rising from her mug of caffeine. For now, it was the only thing to do, the other customers around her were just as quiet as her, completely absorbed looking into the screens of their laptops or reading their thick novels. The only things that shattered the would-be silence were a couple of toddlers with their mothers, squealing and making a fuss over each other¡¯s empty paper cups. As well as the whirring sound of the coffee brewer and the seemingly too happy ¡®thank you¡¯s the forever smiling cashiers said to their customers. Even the drops of rain that hit the glass wall seemed all too loud, disturbing her supposed-to-be quiet moment. But not everything could be perfect.
[/blockquote]Celeb:
Ashlee Simpson, well, maybe. I shall explain if needed.
Out Of Character:
Name: Winnie
Experience: Long enough
PM is fine
I'm on:
This
And a few more ^^
