Post by CRIMSON PERTESSA POWELL on Dec 22, 2012 21:34:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] crimson pertessa powell • sixteen • student • ariana grande | |
[rs=2] | the personality : crimson is well known for having a mood and personality that swings like a pendulum. one day she can be a hyper bubbly person the next she can be reserved and quiet. it may or may not have something to do with how much coffee she intakes on those particular days. crimson is a reliable girl though and is one you may want in your corner in a sticky spot, she is highly loyal and protective of those she holds close to her such as friends and family, and be quite the pit viper towards those she despises. and with that being said you may not want to push her buttons and rub her the wrong way. crimson likes spending time on the beach around the ocean and enjoys painting, drawing and reading. when in a wild mood she enjoys hanging with her friends and having a bit of fun no matter where that fun may be or what it involves. crimson dislikes range depending on her moods but her most common dislikes are bad art, badly written books, people who litter or hurt animals or are judgmental. crimson believes people are not as perfect as they would like to think and despises politics even though many would say she has a good understanding of them. crimson is outgoing, fun, likes to have fun and she is artistic. the appearance : crimson isn't a very tall girl and she despises being called short, she prefers the term "fun sized" in all honesty, but don't let appearances fool you short she may be but she can pack a punch and has a personality bigger than she is. crimson stands at about five foot three inches, she is slender and in good shape, naturally she has brown hair but she keeps it dyed red, because she hates her brown hair, she thinks brown is to plain and ordinary, and she likes to stand out a bit. her dark brown eyes tend to look like melted pools of chocolate that always hold a bright curious expression in them, and stand out against her slightly pale skin. crimson is well known for wearing whatever floats her fancy. one day she may be wearing jeans and a tee-shirt the next she may be wearing a sundress and combat boots. you'll honestly never know what she may grace the scene with because she'll buy whatever she thinks looks good that she's attracted to and wear whatever she happens to blindly pull out of the closet that day. colors mean nothing to her, sure she'll make sure things match but she has no specification to color any color goes for her, as does any style. she doesn't believe in categorization. the family/relatives : gabriel christian powell [father - 38 - alive] tamara lucille powell [mother - 37 - alive] the background : crimson pertessa powell was born on the thirty-first day (31st) of october in the year of nineteen ninety-six (1996) to gabriel and tamara powell, in the small town of paradise shores on the coast of california. she grew up an only child that was quite spoiled and loved but she never seemed to act like a spoiled brat. crimson grew up a complete daddy's girl who had her father wrapped around her little finger from the first day that she was born. crimson's early life was full of love, just as it is today. she was and remains her parents pride and joy and only daughter, and is the heir to the resort that was started back in the seventies by her grandfather. crimson grew up in the small town of paradise shores and very much enjoyed the small town. she has never really left the small town but she would like to travel and see what lies beyond the beach side community that she lived in. the beach has always been her home away from home she would spend hours there as a child and in the summer stay in the water till her parents fished her from it before her body would become as wrinkly as her toes and fingers from being in the water so long. crimson has always been a bubbly happy person who was still quiet and reserved, she was never the type to go to people she'd let the people come to her, as she has always been a little shy. As a teenager her life hasn't changed all that much the years pass every summer people flock to enjoy the small town atmosphere and the spectacular beach, she hangs out with her friends that she has made over the years and dreams of what life has to offer her and dreaming of traveling, just like she has all her life since she was a little girl. she is currently attending the local high school working on graduating in the years to come so she can go to college to be a marine biologist to spend her time where she loves to spend it most, in and around the ocean. the rp sample : The clatter of feet on the cement ground sounded from an alley behind a newly opened club that was packed beyond the brim with people, with people still be waiting to be let inside, but the sounds of fighting and scattering in the alley were drowned out by the usual new york noise and the sounds coming from within the club that was dubbed "Spirits". The blond currently in the alley fighting off several Children of Lilith had been enjoying the new club and what it had to offer - but that had been cut short when her "vampy senses" started tingling and alerted her to the blood suckers that had been in the club - They must have charmed their way in because they were in now way passable for teenagers. Her pale skin was smeared with grime of the alley, cuts mixed in with the dirt and blood - she was some sight to clothes torn and ripped as she jumped back into the fray of the fight, not about to let a few fanged asses get the upper-hand and slip away from her. If it were a normal day, she just looked like trouble with an attitude problem. Aderes however could pass for a girl sweet and innocent if she happened to change her wardrobe and stuck a few berets in her hair and wiped off some of the make up she wore. But she appeared either way to be a normal girl either who took the wrong path and went to the wrong side to the tracks... Which was half true but not the complete story. Aderes wasn't your everyday teenager, she was a slayer of all things that were bad. Vampires being one of them. She was granted with the gift to roam graveyards at night instead of the theater with her friends. Not that she had many friends. She kept people at a distance, The blond couldn't risk people finding out her nighttime pastime. As usual though her attempt to be normal was cast down the drain by a couple of hungry blood suckers. "Why for once can't you jackasses stay in your coffins?" She asked looking at them and sighed, "you actually think your scary.. I mean seriously is that a lace collar? Man you're way out of date with your clothes." She said looking at them. The vampires couldn't help but look at her the one with the lace collar looking down at it then back at her and tilting its head. The four were confused. She seemed like an ordinary mundane, She was no shadow hunter yet something about her set them on edge. Put them on guard. The didn't know how she had managed to lure them out of the club through the back. They had though she was and easy meal till she had turned one of their friends to dust, which was now scattered and couldn't be differentiated between the loose gravel and dirt on the ground due to the scuffling and fighting that had been occurring between them. She had power beyond what someone who appeared to be a mundane should not have - They had tossed her into a wall and she got up like it was barely nothing, as if it had just been a paper cut. The suspected her to drop where she stood, she should have been exhausted but she stood before them barely out of breath. Mocking them - It was unsettling. excerpt from my fanfiction - skeleton key the code word : operation steam-punk sock monkey. |
crimson • 20 y/o • 8 yrs. rp exp. |
