Post by BLYTHE STORM on Jul 23, 2010 20:25:57 GMT -5
THE APPLICATION
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my name is BLYTHE OLVIA STORM and i have been wandering the streets of NYC for SIXTEEN years now. I'd like to be called BLYTHE//BLY.
NOW THAT WE'VE MET ...
[/color][/font]If you'd like to be a teacher, we have premade accounts that you may (but don't have to) use.
Current Bans:
history, math, drama, and physical education teacher
populars
musicians
athletes
(these are only temporary, we need some balance)
my name is BLYTHE OLVIA STORM and i have been wandering the streets of NYC for SIXTEEN years now. I'd like to be called BLYTHE//BLY.
NOW THAT WE'VE MET ...
the kids at school look at me as just.. the ARTIST.
what you need to know about me: Blythe's a happy girl. Her favorite year? Kindergarden. She never really wanted to grow up, so she is quite childish. Bly laughs at the stupidest things. She love pranks, that's why April Fools is such an important day for her. She's much more mellow and not-so-silly infront of people like teachers and police officers.
She's not that smart, but she does excel in writing and anything to do with the arts. She's a photographer and she loves to draw. People say she's quite good and she doesn't disagree. Blythe likes to draw and paint nature scenes mostly, but she can do portraits as well. She can't do three dementional art like sculptures, however.
and i haven't really told anyone this..but.. Her favorite color is orange. She loves comedy movies, especially ones like Grown Ups. And she has a nose and lip piercing. She doesn't wear them often, but she always wear her earrings. She has three piercings on each ear.
yea.. i know.. i look a lot like IZZI MURDER.[/b]
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Your Name: People online call me Lacey.
Your Age: Thirteen
Something about you: I'm going into the sixth grade. I love RPing, especially high school and twilight RPGs, and I hope to be a journalist one day.
Your RP Sample:
Lacey had been taking a small trip to Denali, Alaska to visit the family. Denali was prized hunting land, having many deer and moose and such. Lace didn't hunt much in Forks, fearing that the growing population of immortals would upset the balance of nature. Too many predators, not enough prey = bad.
The cold, fridgid air blew against her as she ran. She perferred going on foot rather than going by plane, much too slow. Lacey's eyes were onyx black. Her throat was burning and her bloodlust was eating away at her constantly during the duration of the trip. She hated this feeling. She felt helpless. She felt cruel knowing that someone, or something, had to die for her to live. It woundn't be that much of a problem, seeing as she was not a vegetarien during her previous life, but the kill part was taking a toll on her. She hated the feeling of snapping a deer's, for instance, neck.
Lacey hated drinking blood. Even though it was filling and sustained her, it was repulsive once she thought about it. It tasted good at first, amazingly so, but made Lace feel so... so wrong. She decided on drinking animal blood a coupe centuries back. Killing a human felt similar to cannibalism.
A scent of something with a beating heart hit her like a frying pan to the head. It didn't smell like herbivore. The scent was human. Definantly human.
Ugh, why can't hikers just stay the heck away from the trails? Are they begging to be killed?!
Lacey didn't move. She stopped dead in her tracks. She stopped breathing, stopped blinking even. Her hands curled up into fists as she fought what she thought she wanted. She turned as calmly as she could towards the scent and started to walk. She was close, Lacey could see the human.
Suddenly, her willpower came back suddenly as she whipped around and began her hike away from the temptation.
Eventually, she had arrived in the humble Denali. Lacey would see everyone later when she was ready, but for now she would be at Amanda's Music Store. Sure, there were music stores in Forks, but Lace liked Amanda's the best.
She looked up at the ceiling, checking for the little signs. They alphabetized the store by band names. She walked down the ailse until she got to G. She was looking for Green Day. Typical Lacey.
As she was shuffling through the CDs someone grabbed her arm, and Lacey spun around to look at who.
The cold, fridgid air blew against her as she ran. She perferred going on foot rather than going by plane, much too slow. Lacey's eyes were onyx black. Her throat was burning and her bloodlust was eating away at her constantly during the duration of the trip. She hated this feeling. She felt helpless. She felt cruel knowing that someone, or something, had to die for her to live. It woundn't be that much of a problem, seeing as she was not a vegetarien during her previous life, but the kill part was taking a toll on her. She hated the feeling of snapping a deer's, for instance, neck.
Lacey hated drinking blood. Even though it was filling and sustained her, it was repulsive once she thought about it. It tasted good at first, amazingly so, but made Lace feel so... so wrong. She decided on drinking animal blood a coupe centuries back. Killing a human felt similar to cannibalism.
A scent of something with a beating heart hit her like a frying pan to the head. It didn't smell like herbivore. The scent was human. Definantly human.
Ugh, why can't hikers just stay the heck away from the trails? Are they begging to be killed?!
Lacey didn't move. She stopped dead in her tracks. She stopped breathing, stopped blinking even. Her hands curled up into fists as she fought what she thought she wanted. She turned as calmly as she could towards the scent and started to walk. She was close, Lacey could see the human.
Suddenly, her willpower came back suddenly as she whipped around and began her hike away from the temptation.
Eventually, she had arrived in the humble Denali. Lacey would see everyone later when she was ready, but for now she would be at Amanda's Music Store. Sure, there were music stores in Forks, but Lace liked Amanda's the best.
She looked up at the ceiling, checking for the little signs. They alphabetized the store by band names. She walked down the ailse until she got to G. She was looking for Green Day. Typical Lacey.
As she was shuffling through the CDs someone grabbed her arm, and Lacey spun around to look at who.
Congratz, you're done. Go read the rules if you haven't already. A staff member will review and accept your app ASAP. You know you've been accepted when your character's name has been put in upper-case letters and sorted into the correct social group.
