Post by fiction audrey cooper on Dec 20, 2011 0:28:44 GMT -5
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AGE: Twenty-Two
NICKNAMES: Fic, Aud, Coop, Coops.
GROUP: student.
SCHOOL: University of San Francisco.
GRADE: junior.
OCCUPATION: freelance music artist, works at the school library, serves at an out-of-the-way café.
SEXUALITY: heterosexual.
WEALTH: Above average (father is a surgeon).
ETHNICITY: Caucasian/White: Irish, English, Welsh.
HOMETOWN: San Francisco, California.
HAIR: Black
EYES: Brown.
BUILD: Slim/petite.
HEIGHT: 5’5”.
WEIGHT: 120lbs.
FASHION SENSE: She is uh… well, “hipster” if you want to put it that way, but she wouldn’t. She likes skinny jeans and baggy shirts, adores living in oversized sweaters and leggings, but will also wear the occasional dress or skirt. It depends on her mood and the occasion.
PLAYED BY:[/ul]Lights Poxleitner.
DISLIKES: Spiders, messy rooms, disorganized shelves, bad acting, peanut butter.
FEARS: Spiders, the Dark, car accidents.
STRENGTHS: Strong willed, headstrong.
WEAKNESSES: A little stubborn, to the point of being hesitant to admit when others are right.
ODDITIES: She has a freckle on her pinky finger, right on top of the knuckle. She occasionally stutters.
GOALS: She hopes to have two EPs released by the time she graduates from school.
SPECIFIC MORALS: none that I can think of. This is one of those things I’d have to flesh out in full when I actually play her.
SIGNIFIGANT TRAITS: Tends to zone out when concentrated, loves to be organized, neat freak, very bad at saving but tries anyway. Also, she’s kind of paranoid and just a little bit anxious.
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW: Fiction is one feisty little number. She stands her ground and will not hesitate to argue you into the ground if she has to. Her opinions never waver, and she sticks to her guns. However, you’d have to get her to talk first. Upon the first meeting, she is shy. She takes a bit of time to warm up to people, but once you get her going you’ll see that she’s vibrant and full of life. She loves to smile and does her best to find the silver lining in every situation. By no means is she a pessimist, more of a realistic optimist. Once she decides to do something she follows through, even if the end product isn’t exactly what she wanted to end up with.
Fiction is independent and loathes relying on people to make her way through life. She will exhaust all other options before she burdens others with her problems. She is loyal as hell, but is smart enough to know when to jump the boat on a friendship/relationship because the other party has burned that bridge. She is of above average intelligence, but doesn’t like to alienate people so she keeps that little tidbit to herself.[/ul]
Mother: Lori Ann (nee Clark) Cooper, professor of Classic English Literature at the University of San Francisco.
Father: Alexander Paul Cooper, general surgeon.
SIBLINGS: Jones Cooper (brother; twenty-four), Levi Cooper (brother; twenty-three)
BOND: Very close bond. They get together quite often for family dinners, and she is usually seen hanging out with one or both of her brothers on a regular basis.
PETS: Excalibur - Siamese cat, seven. Omi – Siberian Husky (dark gray/white), two.
ANYTHING ELSE:
HISTORY OVERVIEW:Fiction was born in the heart of autumn, on October 14th, at 12PM. As her parents last child – and first girl – she was a little spoiled at a kid, but never let it go to her head. She was enrolled in piano lessons (along with her brothers) at a young age, then branched off to learn to play various other instruments. Music had always been her chosen path, branching off when her brothers had chosen art and literature as their life careers. They hit a rough spot when Fiction was 12, what with her mother losing her teaching job at their old high school due to budget cuts, but she’d been working on becoming a professor for years, so it wasn’t long before hard work paid off and her mother got another job teaching at the local University.
Her father wasn’t around all that much, as he was smack dab in the middle of his residency when Fiction was born, but has started making up for it in recent years. He’s opened his own practice, so he has a little bit more control over his schedule than he did working at the hospital.
Upon graduating high school, Fiction moved out of her parent’s home into a little studio apartment closer to campus. She got her job at the little café a short walk down the way, and applied for a job on campus at the library. She pays for the apartment with little to no help from her father, and usually has one or the other brother crashing on her couch at any given moment. She majors in Music, and is minoring in English Lit. [/ul]
PASSWORD: Wombat.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Well, I have to let you know that I haven’t RP’d in a couple of months (more like 6?), so I no longer have any samples of my RP posts, but I do have some writing samples I can use, if you’ll accept that.
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AGE: Twenty-Two
NICKNAMES: Fic, Aud, Coop, Coops.
GROUP: student.
SCHOOL: University of San Francisco.
GRADE: junior.
OCCUPATION: freelance music artist, works at the school library, serves at an out-of-the-way café.
SEXUALITY: heterosexual.
WEALTH: Above average (father is a surgeon).
ETHNICITY: Caucasian/White: Irish, English, Welsh.
HOMETOWN: San Francisco, California.
HAIR: Black
EYES: Brown.
BUILD: Slim/petite.
HEIGHT: 5’5”.
WEIGHT: 120lbs.
FASHION SENSE: She is uh… well, “hipster” if you want to put it that way, but she wouldn’t. She likes skinny jeans and baggy shirts, adores living in oversized sweaters and leggings, but will also wear the occasional dress or skirt. It depends on her mood and the occasion.
PLAYED BY:[/ul]Lights Poxleitner.
DISLIKES: Spiders, messy rooms, disorganized shelves, bad acting, peanut butter.
FEARS: Spiders, the Dark, car accidents.
STRENGTHS: Strong willed, headstrong.
WEAKNESSES: A little stubborn, to the point of being hesitant to admit when others are right.
ODDITIES: She has a freckle on her pinky finger, right on top of the knuckle. She occasionally stutters.
GOALS: She hopes to have two EPs released by the time she graduates from school.
SPECIFIC MORALS: none that I can think of. This is one of those things I’d have to flesh out in full when I actually play her.
SIGNIFIGANT TRAITS: Tends to zone out when concentrated, loves to be organized, neat freak, very bad at saving but tries anyway. Also, she’s kind of paranoid and just a little bit anxious.
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW: Fiction is one feisty little number. She stands her ground and will not hesitate to argue you into the ground if she has to. Her opinions never waver, and she sticks to her guns. However, you’d have to get her to talk first. Upon the first meeting, she is shy. She takes a bit of time to warm up to people, but once you get her going you’ll see that she’s vibrant and full of life. She loves to smile and does her best to find the silver lining in every situation. By no means is she a pessimist, more of a realistic optimist. Once she decides to do something she follows through, even if the end product isn’t exactly what she wanted to end up with.
Fiction is independent and loathes relying on people to make her way through life. She will exhaust all other options before she burdens others with her problems. She is loyal as hell, but is smart enough to know when to jump the boat on a friendship/relationship because the other party has burned that bridge. She is of above average intelligence, but doesn’t like to alienate people so she keeps that little tidbit to herself.[/ul]
Mother: Lori Ann (nee Clark) Cooper, professor of Classic English Literature at the University of San Francisco.
Father: Alexander Paul Cooper, general surgeon.
SIBLINGS: Jones Cooper (brother; twenty-four), Levi Cooper (brother; twenty-three)
BOND: Very close bond. They get together quite often for family dinners, and she is usually seen hanging out with one or both of her brothers on a regular basis.
PETS: Excalibur - Siamese cat, seven. Omi – Siberian Husky (dark gray/white), two.
ANYTHING ELSE:
HISTORY OVERVIEW:Fiction was born in the heart of autumn, on October 14th, at 12PM. As her parents last child – and first girl – she was a little spoiled at a kid, but never let it go to her head. She was enrolled in piano lessons (along with her brothers) at a young age, then branched off to learn to play various other instruments. Music had always been her chosen path, branching off when her brothers had chosen art and literature as their life careers. They hit a rough spot when Fiction was 12, what with her mother losing her teaching job at their old high school due to budget cuts, but she’d been working on becoming a professor for years, so it wasn’t long before hard work paid off and her mother got another job teaching at the local University.
Her father wasn’t around all that much, as he was smack dab in the middle of his residency when Fiction was born, but has started making up for it in recent years. He’s opened his own practice, so he has a little bit more control over his schedule than he did working at the hospital.
Upon graduating high school, Fiction moved out of her parent’s home into a little studio apartment closer to campus. She got her job at the little café a short walk down the way, and applied for a job on campus at the library. She pays for the apartment with little to no help from her father, and usually has one or the other brother crashing on her couch at any given moment. She majors in Music, and is minoring in English Lit. [/ul]
PASSWORD: Wombat.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Well, I have to let you know that I haven’t RP’d in a couple of months (more like 6?), so I no longer have any samples of my RP posts, but I do have some writing samples I can use, if you’ll accept that.
“Evie?” He called into the house, wincing inwardly as his voice echoed off the high-ceilings. “You have.”
He waited for a response for a full two minutes before he closed the heavy wooden door behind him and headed off towards the kitchen. He deposited the armful of plastic grocery bags on the island in the middle of the room, wondering where his girlfriend could have got to. It wasn’t unusually for her to leave the house of course, and it wasn’t like Jack was going to make her stay in but… Her car was still here. It was parked in its usual spot in the driveway. He could hear the pout to his internal voice and he found he didn’t much care.
He ran a hand through his short blond hair, letting out a sigh before returning to the grocery bags and moving to put things away. He quickly slipped into a grove, efficiently putting things in their places without once having to move too far from where he’d put the last thing. All his senses were honed in one this one specific task that he didn’t even register the soft padding of bare feet on the tile floor. In fact, he didn’t even notice that Evie had snuck up on him until she said his name.
“Jack.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper, but it might as well had been a yell. He turned to look at her and smiled. She didn’t need to yell to get his attention, and she knew it.
“Babe.” He put down the box of macaroni noodles he’d be holding and took a step towards her, while she took two steps back. That’s when he noticed what she had on.
The bottom edge of the jersey barely brushed her mid-thigh, giving him a teasing glimpse at the soft skin located on the inner side of her legs. The sleeves went down past her hands, but she’d rolled them up so her fingers tips peeked out from under the cuff. His smile twisted into a smirk, “Wearing my jersey, babe? You know I love that.”
She grinned knowingly, nodding once in his direction. He took another two steps forward, holding out his arms for her to step into, but with the sound of her light, twinkling laugh she turned on the spot and dashed through the living room. He chuckled under his breath and jogged after her, following the spot of her footfalls through the foyer and into the living room, skidding to a halt in front of the sliding glass doors that separated the room from the patio.
Evie had already slid it open, leaving it as such for him to follow her through, but he was rooted to the spot. The jersey lay discarded near her feet and she was standing there in a purple triangle-top bikini, that barely covered any of her assets. His eyes roamed her body hungrily, stopping to linger on her lips, her beasts, and her legs respectively.
“Are you coming?” She asked with a coy smile, dipping her toes into the cool water. He laughed and stripped down to his boxer briefs, earning him an appreciative look from his girlfriend.
He waited for a response for a full two minutes before he closed the heavy wooden door behind him and headed off towards the kitchen. He deposited the armful of plastic grocery bags on the island in the middle of the room, wondering where his girlfriend could have got to. It wasn’t unusually for her to leave the house of course, and it wasn’t like Jack was going to make her stay in but… Her car was still here. It was parked in its usual spot in the driveway. He could hear the pout to his internal voice and he found he didn’t much care.
He ran a hand through his short blond hair, letting out a sigh before returning to the grocery bags and moving to put things away. He quickly slipped into a grove, efficiently putting things in their places without once having to move too far from where he’d put the last thing. All his senses were honed in one this one specific task that he didn’t even register the soft padding of bare feet on the tile floor. In fact, he didn’t even notice that Evie had snuck up on him until she said his name.
“Jack.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper, but it might as well had been a yell. He turned to look at her and smiled. She didn’t need to yell to get his attention, and she knew it.
“Babe.” He put down the box of macaroni noodles he’d be holding and took a step towards her, while she took two steps back. That’s when he noticed what she had on.
The bottom edge of the jersey barely brushed her mid-thigh, giving him a teasing glimpse at the soft skin located on the inner side of her legs. The sleeves went down past her hands, but she’d rolled them up so her fingers tips peeked out from under the cuff. His smile twisted into a smirk, “Wearing my jersey, babe? You know I love that.”
She grinned knowingly, nodding once in his direction. He took another two steps forward, holding out his arms for her to step into, but with the sound of her light, twinkling laugh she turned on the spot and dashed through the living room. He chuckled under his breath and jogged after her, following the spot of her footfalls through the foyer and into the living room, skidding to a halt in front of the sliding glass doors that separated the room from the patio.
Evie had already slid it open, leaving it as such for him to follow her through, but he was rooted to the spot. The jersey lay discarded near her feet and she was standing there in a purple triangle-top bikini, that barely covered any of her assets. His eyes roamed her body hungrily, stopping to linger on her lips, her beasts, and her legs respectively.
“Are you coming?” She asked with a coy smile, dipping her toes into the cool water. He laughed and stripped down to his boxer briefs, earning him an appreciative look from his girlfriend.
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