Post by Julia 'Ace' Dale on Aug 28, 2011 0:01:26 GMT
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| [style=background-color: #787878; opacity: 0.6; border: 0px; width: 415px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; color: #ffffff; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;]The Character Name:Julia 'Ace' Dale Age: 17 Gender: Female Occupation: Team Lucre Grunt OOC: CBox Alias: Alora RP Sample: (first chars only) J-ray Amber strolled the pedestrian paths of Gordon boulevard. The day was bright. The birds were singing. Everything seems exactly where it should be in the pale blue eyes of the rich man's son. His feet hit the ground rhythmically in black polished lace-up boots. The bounce in his step amounted to the expensive fabric of his designer slacks swaying as he walked. His hands fit nicely into the soft pockets of them, his right playing with the iphone sharing the space. Indeed, it was a great day to be alive. He had gotten messages that same morning as well, although his sponsors were happy with his outfit, they next wanted to talk about his, or should he say, their personality. J-ray had no authority at all to misrepresent Long John's. He had no idea why they lined him up with that company. J-ray didn't even like seafood. He wasn't even good at swimming! But alas, he had responded to all their nitpicking with agreement, if only to shut them up. But no, that wasn't what had made the day so glorious, not in the least. His father had told his housekeepers that he was to be going on a business trip. Far away. The thought alone made a smile cross J-ray's face. No more of that bastard getting in my way. Fantastic! Trotting along, J-ray looked up in his carefree ways to see the splashes of blue across the sky. No sooner had he recognized the hopes and dreams of the world than the burning fires of coffee hell scorched his leg and stained his designer trousers. He let out a short yelp at the feeling of the burning damp, stopping abruptly in the path to shake his leg, as though to kick it off. His first thought was 'Damn that hurts!', and the second, 'My new pants!! Aw' The next thought caused him to look up at the girl who was now feverishly apologizing and going to dab at his leg. The pale white-haired boy went slightly red in the face, and bent himself down to be almost level with her, going to take the napkin out of her hands. He gave a sigh, "Thank you so very much for destroying my 300 sterndollar pants, and ruining my good mood." He said in a fed up kind of way. He turned his eyes past her and saw that she had also dropped her bagel and left it on the floor, now gathering dirt and bacteria to be unedible. What a waste... he thought, his face softening a little as he figured she must be sincere about her apology. Yes, but does that change anything? J-ray ran his fingers through his hair in thought. "Look, you obviously don't know who I am" He said with airs, "So I'll let this go. Hell, I'm such a nice guy, I'll even buy you a new bagel. You're lucky you caught me in a charitable mood, hm?" He stood up and took a seat at the table, mortified that he might have to keep walking while the leg of his pants were soaking wet. So many people he couldn't misrepresent. He saw a lady wiping a table and motioned for her, asking her to deliver them 2 bagels. When she went away, he continued dabbing at his injured trousers, looking concerned... Notes: <3 [/style] |
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| [style=background-color: #787878; opacity: 0.6; border: 0px; width: 415px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;] Julia has sandy brown hair which she rarely brushes. It goes to about her shoulders when not placed under a cap. Her eyes are soft reddish color and have an air of deep emotion. Her face is a pleasant slim shape, with a straight nose and a wide mouth. Her eyebrows are usually slightly furrowed, in either agitation or concentration. Her skin is smooth and pale, but not overly so. She smells like cigarettes and Mcdonald's, the rich aroma of a quick fix. She has an attractive figure, but covers this with dark baggy hoodies and boy-jeans. She dresses in the epitome of indifference, without ever wearing jewelry or accessories. She hasn't any make-up, and finds it a waste of time. Her voice is a little bit hoarse at times, but in general she's articulate and sounds smooth. MEIKO from VOCALOID [/style] |
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She is very courageous and often dangerously ballsy. Rarely does she think of the consequences of her actions, and will jump head-first into a dangerous situation if she feels she has a chance at success, though, with her power it is often the case that she indeed does. Her lack of thought for the future implications of her actions also shows in how she speaks to others, casually disregarding their emotions and saying what she thinks in a forthright and often rude way. Her company, although shocked by her behavior at first, can find it useful that she will not beat around the bush about a question, and tells it how it is. Though many an enemy is made by saying the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time. Julia is easily enraged, and in this way, also easy to manipulate, though she can become violent when angry. She can be very sensitive about her personal history, and rarely speaks on the subject, lashing out at anyone who comments on her background. She hates to be underestimated and will go out of her way to prove otherwise to the naysayer. [/style] |
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