Post by Marian on Apr 19, 2009 17:20:19 GMT
Roleplayer Information
What name, OOC, do you like to be known as?: Catt.
Age: 17.
Existing characters: On bebo, Scarlette Vasey and Jack Carter.
Character Information:
First Name: Scarlette.
Middle Name: -
Last Name: Vasey.
Status: (Peasant, guard, official title etc.): The Sheriff's youngest daughter.
Place of Birth: Nottingham Castle.
Current Age: 21.
Date of Birth: -
Parents: The Sheriff Of Nottingham (Mother, dead.)
Siblings: None.
Current place of residency: Nottingham Castle.
Support and why: ( Does your character support the King? The Sheriff? Or are they undecided? Why?) The Sheriff.
Personality: Devious, dangerous, seductive, sweet, broken, lost.
Life Story: (Everything that's happened to your character so far in their lives)
Anything else?
Were you referred here by another member? If so, please state their character name:
Sample Role-Play (Show us what you've got!)
<b>It seemed like a dark, Feburary night in which offered a nasty, dangerous storm which had seemed to have taken a turn for the worse...
As the rain pelted down onto the thick surface of the street, it lined the road, forming thick, deep puddles of grey, dirty water and a shimmering, wet surface to the huts surrounding the area, including her home, the castle. The gusty wind howled through the narrow streets of Nottingham, causing a scream like, harrowing noise which rang with it, whipping up around Scarlette who leant against a hard, damp wall within a dark, haunting alleyway. As her head leant back against the wall, she closed her eyes, her lips parting to form a small sigh which escaped her mouth as she embraced the darkness and the lonliness in which was formed down this ghost-like street.
In the far distance, on the horizion, the blackened sky drew in, causing slight flashes as fork lightening flashed across the skyline, offering with it loud crackles of heavy thunder, growing louder and near as the seconds ticked by...
But as this happened, Scarlette found it peaceful, calming. Something in which she had been seeking for in a very, long time...
Her now jet black hair hung loosely over her shoulders as she ran a hand through it, her fingers, lacing through the dampness in which caressed it, before returning her hand to her side. One foot rested against the wall, allowing some of her leg to show over her knee high, black leather boots. She only seemed to wear black and white, her clothes clinging to her skin as they were so soaked from the weather...
However, she never seemed to care because this is where she wanted to be...
What name, OOC, do you like to be known as?: Catt.
Age: 17.
Existing characters: On bebo, Scarlette Vasey and Jack Carter.
Character Information:
First Name: Scarlette.
Middle Name: -
Last Name: Vasey.
Status: (Peasant, guard, official title etc.): The Sheriff's youngest daughter.
Place of Birth: Nottingham Castle.
Current Age: 21.
Date of Birth: -
Parents: The Sheriff Of Nottingham (Mother, dead.)
Siblings: None.
Current place of residency: Nottingham Castle.
Support and why: ( Does your character support the King? The Sheriff? Or are they undecided? Why?) The Sheriff.
Personality: Devious, dangerous, seductive, sweet, broken, lost.
Life Story: (Everything that's happened to your character so far in their lives)
Anything else?
Were you referred here by another member? If so, please state their character name:
Sample Role-Play (Show us what you've got!)
<b>It seemed like a dark, Feburary night in which offered a nasty, dangerous storm which had seemed to have taken a turn for the worse...
As the rain pelted down onto the thick surface of the street, it lined the road, forming thick, deep puddles of grey, dirty water and a shimmering, wet surface to the huts surrounding the area, including her home, the castle. The gusty wind howled through the narrow streets of Nottingham, causing a scream like, harrowing noise which rang with it, whipping up around Scarlette who leant against a hard, damp wall within a dark, haunting alleyway. As her head leant back against the wall, she closed her eyes, her lips parting to form a small sigh which escaped her mouth as she embraced the darkness and the lonliness in which was formed down this ghost-like street.
In the far distance, on the horizion, the blackened sky drew in, causing slight flashes as fork lightening flashed across the skyline, offering with it loud crackles of heavy thunder, growing louder and near as the seconds ticked by...
But as this happened, Scarlette found it peaceful, calming. Something in which she had been seeking for in a very, long time...
Her now jet black hair hung loosely over her shoulders as she ran a hand through it, her fingers, lacing through the dampness in which caressed it, before returning her hand to her side. One foot rested against the wall, allowing some of her leg to show over her knee high, black leather boots. She only seemed to wear black and white, her clothes clinging to her skin as they were so soaked from the weather...
However, she never seemed to care because this is where she wanted to be...
