Post by Jade on Mar 11, 2006 10:22:09 GMT 12
[Name >> Caesar "Solitude" Rightingway
[Age >> 14
[Gender >> Female
[Tribe >> Cigarettes
[Rank >> Commoner
[Nationality >> American
[Politics >> Military Right
[Romantic orientation >> Straight
[Appearance >>
The first thing you will ever notice about Caesar Rightingway, is that she is extremely short. Extremely. She's about the size of a 4th grader. That doesn't mean she has the strength of a 4th grader, quite the opposite, she's just really short. Maybe she'll hit a growth spurt- probably not.
She has knotty brown hair, which she manually hacked off- she took her pocket-knife to it the morning after she joined. Right now, it hangs just under her chin. She has deep blue eyes, which are ringed by almost a pure white- something like an electric blue. The next thing to comment on would be her ears. Both are pierced up and down the entire lobes. From all her pierces she hangs small green and bronze loops.
Her cloths are uncomment-able. They are just jeans and a plain- dirty- white shirt. They are just there to serve their purposes.
[Attitude >>
The first thing to remember about Caesar is that she likes, no loves, silence. Thus her nickname- Solitude. After that major part of her personality- let me tell you about this doll.
Caesar loves conflict as much as she hates it. So basically, although she loves fighting- verbally or physically- she hates it when she's not involved... odd, I know. She's also quite smart, because the people that survive here have to be. She's very devious, and loves to make another person look a fool. She possesses very little self-control- only when she gets into a rage does she possess control. And when she's plotting, then she possesses self-control.
[Notable History >>
The small girl stood right in front of her door counting slowly to herself. Down the hall, her father and mother where fighting. They always did that. She'd discovered a way to make it stop though.
" Five. Four. Three. Two. One." She took a deep breath and slammed her door loudly. And then she started screaming. Her parents, red in the face from screaming at each other, turned and stared at her. And then they started yelling at her. She sniffled once, and took the abuse. At least this made sure that they weren't going to kill each other.
~~~~
A nearly grown teenager- the girl was now ten- came home silently. The house was not silent. There was a sound of yelling from the dining room.
The girl put her head out of their door. The neighbors where watching- it was to early for her parents to fight.
She walked to the dining room, and poked her head in that door. Her father was yelling, her mother was crying. The good china was being thrown around. She sighed, her mother had spent good money on that.
But, she turned and went to her room, cranking up her music, she waited for about thirty seconds. Then her mother came in and started yelling at her to turn it down.
By the end, the girl was smacked and hoarse in the throat. She'd been yelling to.
~~~~
" Dad, she's not coming." The teenager whispered- it was her 13th birthday.
" She has to. The b**** couldn't have stood us up."
" Don't call her that."
" Don't tell me what to do, whore-spawn." Her father screamed at her. The people in the restaurant turned to look at them.
~~~~
" I'm leaving." The girl said. Her father didn't raise from his drunken stupor. " I'm going to go die in New York. I hope you die to." And she left, slamming the door.
[Reputation >>
[Age >> 14
[Gender >> Female
[Tribe >> Cigarettes
[Rank >> Commoner
[Nationality >> American
[Politics >> Military Right
[Romantic orientation >> Straight
[Appearance >>
The first thing you will ever notice about Caesar Rightingway, is that she is extremely short. Extremely. She's about the size of a 4th grader. That doesn't mean she has the strength of a 4th grader, quite the opposite, she's just really short. Maybe she'll hit a growth spurt- probably not.
She has knotty brown hair, which she manually hacked off- she took her pocket-knife to it the morning after she joined. Right now, it hangs just under her chin. She has deep blue eyes, which are ringed by almost a pure white- something like an electric blue. The next thing to comment on would be her ears. Both are pierced up and down the entire lobes. From all her pierces she hangs small green and bronze loops.
Her cloths are uncomment-able. They are just jeans and a plain- dirty- white shirt. They are just there to serve their purposes.
[Attitude >>
The first thing to remember about Caesar is that she likes, no loves, silence. Thus her nickname- Solitude. After that major part of her personality- let me tell you about this doll.
Caesar loves conflict as much as she hates it. So basically, although she loves fighting- verbally or physically- she hates it when she's not involved... odd, I know. She's also quite smart, because the people that survive here have to be. She's very devious, and loves to make another person look a fool. She possesses very little self-control- only when she gets into a rage does she possess control. And when she's plotting, then she possesses self-control.
[Notable History >>
The small girl stood right in front of her door counting slowly to herself. Down the hall, her father and mother where fighting. They always did that. She'd discovered a way to make it stop though.
" Five. Four. Three. Two. One." She took a deep breath and slammed her door loudly. And then she started screaming. Her parents, red in the face from screaming at each other, turned and stared at her. And then they started yelling at her. She sniffled once, and took the abuse. At least this made sure that they weren't going to kill each other.
~~~~
A nearly grown teenager- the girl was now ten- came home silently. The house was not silent. There was a sound of yelling from the dining room.
The girl put her head out of their door. The neighbors where watching- it was to early for her parents to fight.
She walked to the dining room, and poked her head in that door. Her father was yelling, her mother was crying. The good china was being thrown around. She sighed, her mother had spent good money on that.
But, she turned and went to her room, cranking up her music, she waited for about thirty seconds. Then her mother came in and started yelling at her to turn it down.
By the end, the girl was smacked and hoarse in the throat. She'd been yelling to.
~~~~
" Dad, she's not coming." The teenager whispered- it was her 13th birthday.
" She has to. The b**** couldn't have stood us up."
" Don't call her that."
" Don't tell me what to do, whore-spawn." Her father screamed at her. The people in the restaurant turned to look at them.
~~~~
" I'm leaving." The girl said. Her father didn't raise from his drunken stupor. " I'm going to go die in New York. I hope you die to." And she left, slamming the door.
[Reputation >>
