Post by abigail eliza jacobs on Dec 20, 2011 21:43:36 GMT -5
AGE: 22
NICKNAMES: Abby, Abs
GROUP: local
SCHOOL: n/a
GRADE: n/a
OCCUPATION: photographer/baker
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
WEALTH: low to middle class
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
HOMETOWN: Burlington, Vermont
HAIR: Chestnut Brown
EYES: Blue-green
BUILD: Petite
HEIGHT: 5’ 2”
WEIGHT: 118 lbs.
FASHION SENSE: ranges from jeans to dresses but she has an odd love for plaid shirts
(especially men's plaid shirts)
PLAYED BY: Ashley Greene[/ul]
DISLIKES: holes in her shoes, alarm clocks, frozen yogurt, blackberries, black coffee, loosing things in her couch, cemeteries, static cling, top sheets on her bed, bullies
FEARS: falling in love, loosing someone she’s close to, small spaces
STRENGTHS: social, confidant, quirky, witty, hard working, baking
WEAKNESSES: afraid of falling in love, stubborn, proud, her puppy, flighty
ODDITIES: goes on a spontaneous “road trip” when she needs to figure out a problem, eats only the tops of muffins
GOALS: make a living out of her photographs
SPECIFIC MORALS: has the tendency to pick up hitch hikers when she’s driving to a new city
SIGNIFIGANT TRAITS: she unconsciously sits on counters when she’s usually speaking to taller people to make herself feel like someone isn’t looming over her
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW:
Abby is one of those people that inherently draws others in. She somewhat addictive it seems. People seem to be drawn to her whether they realize it or not. Overall Abby is very social and will often be the one to interact with customers while working in the bakery. There are few times when she doesn't have a smile on her face and will often be the one to lift other's spirits if needed. Despite some hardships she is the person to never let it show. She's far too proud to show others any hurt she's feeling and is the type to smile through it all. Although she has the tendency to be a little bit of an adrenaline junkie at times she will also be the first person to take care of someone she cares about.
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Gregory Jacobs, whereabouts unknown
SIBLINGS: Matthew, 25, security guard
BOND: Abigail and Matthew are very close despite the distance between them, they of course have their differences but overall they love each other
PETS: Nico, Austrailian Shepherd puppy
ANYTHING ELSE:
HISTORY OVERVIEW:
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PASSWORD: wombat
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Goddess of Magic, Crossroads and Necromancy…could you expect her to be predictable? The nature of magic was always changing. At first it was superstition and tall tales. Then it was a thing of a past or devil’s worship. Now it was nature mixed with ritual and spirituality, perhaps with a few Harry Potter die-hard fans thrown in for good measure. Just like the idea behind magic, Hecate seemed to always be changing. Where other gods and goddesses didn’t want to move beyond the past Hecate embraced the evolution of mortals. She would wear clothing of the eras rather keeping traditional Greecian garb. At the moment she quite enjoyed the form fitting clothing woman wore currently. The dresses were sleek and tailored and the heels high causing the legs to look longer. If a woman objected to such a fashion statement she most likely didn’t want to put in enough effort.
Hecate currently had been summoned by the King of the Underworld himself. Although this wasn’t exactly something out of the ordinary, she knew since marrying Persephone Hades acted different toward her. After all he confessed he loved his wife, and Hecate didn’t exactly care that much. Hades had always been good company, both in bed and out of it. Yet this hardly meant that she was in love with him herself. Hecate gave little as did Hades and she hardly minded. After all she wasn’t exactly the type to spill her secrets to anyone and pillow talk wasn’t something she specialized in. To her it hardy seemed to matter, why ruin post coitus after all? Then again Hecate usually was gone by the time her bed partner had woken up anyway. The number of men she had slept with could be counted on one hand, and when it came to gods that was saying something.
Perhaps she was rather picky, but there were few she was willing to climb into bed with. Sighing she stood waving a hand to the dead man who had delivered the message to her. The man looked at her and then moved away, agony still on his face from his current situation. Pressing her lips together she straightened making her way fluidly toward the palace. He had asked her advice before, but ever since she had helped Demeter find her daughter Hades had been rather distant. Not that she found that surprising, after all she had help take his love away for six months out of the year. Stepping into the throne room, her high heels hitting the floor roughly breaking the silence. Moving toward him her blue eyes watched him, scanning his face as he spoke. He moved toward her, his body only inches from hers but neither moved to close the gap.
Hades asked her to walk and nodded toward him beginning to walk. Her high heels hit the floor sounding like a light smack as she moved. ”What guidance have you summoned me for Hades?” The blond said her eyes sliding up toward him as she spoke, her arm barely brushing his as they walked. ”If it’s to judge your current outfit it could be a little more tailored.” She said with a slight smirk as her eyes glanced at the shirt in question. Hecate knew when he asked for her opinion he hardly meant about his clothing choices. As they walked down the hall her fingers lightly brushed the palace walls as if a lover’s caress. Her eyes moved to look forward as they continued. [/ul]
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