Post by Grace on Apr 20, 2006 18:06:26 GMT -5
Name: Grace
NickName(s): The Graceinator, given to her by her good friends
Age: hmm...16
Gender: Female
Height: 5 foot 3 1/2, despite her 3-5 cups of coffee each day
Discription: Grace has shoulder length red-brown hair that flips out at the end. Her eyes are a pretty shade of grey-blue, and most always full of happiness and energy. She is lean and quick, and always on her feet running around doing something. She is usually seen wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, most likely with a black sweatshirt unzipped, which proves to most that she doesn't base her reputation on her clothes, but more her personality. She never wears make-up, too much effort with so little time in the morning, she loves sleep too much for that.
Personality: She is most of the time kind and outgoing. She can be very hyper and bouncy, especially after her 3rd cup of coffee a day. She is never afraid to be herself, which is most of the time alive and free-spirited. She is flareingly angry when in an argument, and doesn't always listen to the other person. She has the tendancy to make everything seem fine after a fight, and also to act as if every moment is hers in the spotlight. But if you make her your friend, you will have a loyal and strong relationship.
She holds strong grudges against some people, never letting them, or anyone else, forget what they did. She doesn't care much about judgment or popularity, but more for who wants to be her friend. She most likely won't judge someone on first impressions, but there are always exceptions. She isn't one to cry or be a chicken, but always dares to go bold. She isn't really the type of person that worries about grades or any of that crap, she knows "its only illegal if you get caught."
Past: Even as a small child she loved animals and making new friends. Her mother and father were never there for her much, so she learned to be quite independant. When her father was around, she was spoiled and treated well, which she didn't like too well, but she got her own dog out of it when she was 5, and a kitten when she was 12. Finally she was brought to the school after her grandmother grew ill, and her parents had gone to tend to her permenantly.
Pets: Milo: Big black dog with white tail tip, chest, and stomach, amber eyes
Scout: Small black cat with long tail, yellow-green eyes
Picture: erm, do we have to have one?
Sample Post: The girl stared at the massive building in front of her as she listened to the engine roar and her parents drive off into the distance. Her shoulder bag seeped down heavily onto her shoulder. She didn't want to cry, but iside she felt like breaking. The jingle of her dog's collar tags beside her made her notice Milo, the big black dog panted, his thick fur must be hot in this sun, thought Grace. She scratched him behind the ear comfortingly, her loyal pet stayed by her, but she could tell he wanted to go inside.
On her opposite side there was a dolly with her luggage and a suitcase with her small sleeping cat. Grace held a small silver stone in her hand, clutching it tightly, letting the engravings of the words "courage" set into her palm. It gave her confidence, and will to cope with all the problems in her life. Taking a deep breath, she stepped toward the building. Milo leapt up and followed the squeaky luggage cart, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
NickName(s): The Graceinator, given to her by her good friends
Age: hmm...16
Gender: Female
Height: 5 foot 3 1/2, despite her 3-5 cups of coffee each day
Discription: Grace has shoulder length red-brown hair that flips out at the end. Her eyes are a pretty shade of grey-blue, and most always full of happiness and energy. She is lean and quick, and always on her feet running around doing something. She is usually seen wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, most likely with a black sweatshirt unzipped, which proves to most that she doesn't base her reputation on her clothes, but more her personality. She never wears make-up, too much effort with so little time in the morning, she loves sleep too much for that.
Personality: She is most of the time kind and outgoing. She can be very hyper and bouncy, especially after her 3rd cup of coffee a day. She is never afraid to be herself, which is most of the time alive and free-spirited. She is flareingly angry when in an argument, and doesn't always listen to the other person. She has the tendancy to make everything seem fine after a fight, and also to act as if every moment is hers in the spotlight. But if you make her your friend, you will have a loyal and strong relationship.
She holds strong grudges against some people, never letting them, or anyone else, forget what they did. She doesn't care much about judgment or popularity, but more for who wants to be her friend. She most likely won't judge someone on first impressions, but there are always exceptions. She isn't one to cry or be a chicken, but always dares to go bold. She isn't really the type of person that worries about grades or any of that crap, she knows "its only illegal if you get caught."
Past: Even as a small child she loved animals and making new friends. Her mother and father were never there for her much, so she learned to be quite independant. When her father was around, she was spoiled and treated well, which she didn't like too well, but she got her own dog out of it when she was 5, and a kitten when she was 12. Finally she was brought to the school after her grandmother grew ill, and her parents had gone to tend to her permenantly.
Pets: Milo: Big black dog with white tail tip, chest, and stomach, amber eyes
Scout: Small black cat with long tail, yellow-green eyes
Picture: erm, do we have to have one?
Sample Post: The girl stared at the massive building in front of her as she listened to the engine roar and her parents drive off into the distance. Her shoulder bag seeped down heavily onto her shoulder. She didn't want to cry, but iside she felt like breaking. The jingle of her dog's collar tags beside her made her notice Milo, the big black dog panted, his thick fur must be hot in this sun, thought Grace. She scratched him behind the ear comfortingly, her loyal pet stayed by her, but she could tell he wanted to go inside.
On her opposite side there was a dolly with her luggage and a suitcase with her small sleeping cat. Grace held a small silver stone in her hand, clutching it tightly, letting the engravings of the words "courage" set into her palm. It gave her confidence, and will to cope with all the problems in her life. Taking a deep breath, she stepped toward the building. Milo leapt up and followed the squeaky luggage cart, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.