Post by riley gwyneth cartwright on Aug 7, 2011 13:25:11 GMT -5
( RILEYgwynethCARTWRIGHT !? )
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{[/color] HELLO HELLO BABY[/b][/color]
you called i can’t hear a thing i have got not service in the club you see
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full name. Riley Gwyneth Cartwright.
nicknames. Some try to call her 'Riles' but she never responds to it.
gender. Female.
birthday. May 25th.
candles. Nineteen.
orientation. Heterosexual.
occupation.Full time evil villain/daddy's girl.
member group. Nephilim.
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[/color] WHAT WHAT DID YOU SAY[/b][/color]are you breaking up on me sorry i cannot hear you i’m kinda busy
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other important stuff. Riley is innocent in appearance and the polar opposite in personality. She takes total advantage of this, often using her looks and fake charm to obtain something that she may need, or to get her out of sticky situations. When it comes to getting what she wants she is ruthless, without a doubt. She will do everything in her power to achieve what she's after, not caring who she harms in the process. To say that she's self-centered wouldn't be far from the truth. She's almost constantly thinking about herself and her needs without giving anyone else a second thought.
It is never a good idea to anger the girl. She has an explosive temper and can get rather aggressive towards those around her when she's in a bad mood.
All eyes must be focused on her at all times. Riley loves to stand out, so she's tickled by the fact that her father actually stuck around to raise her and her brother. It's makes them unique and Riley never fails to point this to her fellow soldiers.
Unless it's her father or brother, she hates when someone tries to give her unwanted advice or tell her what to do. Riley is pretty independent and doesn't like going to others for help. She's the type of person who prefers to do her own dirty work and follow her own set of rules and directions. The girl is terribly stubborn and is not easily coerced into believing things. She's far from being naïve or gullible because she was taught at a young age to not allow anyone to convince her of anything, but to be the one doing the convincing.
Likes
- herself
- boots
- leather
- material things
- money
- power
- outdoing others
- attention
Dislikes
- being ordered around
- puddles
- being ignored
- commitment
- lack of excitement
- blabbermouths / snitches
- rejection
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[/color] JUST A SECOND[/b][/color]it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play and i cannot text you with a drink in my hand eh
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name/alias. mars.
experience. about four or five years.
factoid. i now have the song 'telephone' stuck in my head.
codeword. lalala whatever
sample.OOOOLD intro I wrote for a role play that I never got to finish. D: Stupid hotmail. Sad times. Sorry for the length.
Prince Elliot was the fourth of six offspring and the third of three boys. Therefore, he was often overshadowed by his much stronger, less arrogant and funnier older brothers, while his sisters were automatically Atlantis’ sweethearts. Like most individuals would be, Elliot was not pleased by this, often trying to outshine his brothers. Unfortunately for him, his attempts were all in vain because he could never succeed in winning over the hearts of the people. Many times he would swim by and hear them gossiping about him, making declarations such as “Prince Elliot thinks that he is all that and a sack of coral.” It was statements like these that drove Elliot to try even harder. He wanted to show that it was his brothers who thought that they were all that (which, in reality, was not true at all) and that he was the one who deserved his father’s praises. All he needed to do was come up with a plan that would help him accomplish this.
Running his fingers through his messy blond hair, Elliot swam around the room as if pacing. He had on what he liked to call ‘his thinking face.’ His normally large brown eyes were squinted, his nose was wrinkled and he was biting his bottom lip. To himself, he looked quite intelligent. To the fish outside his window, he looked like a complete idiot. They tried their hardest not to stare, but when one of the heirs to the throne looked like he was either insane or constipated, it was difficult not to make sure that he would return back to normal. That and it was a hilarious sight.
“What should I do?” the prince asked himself, removing his fingers from his hair. “I could try to sing ballads at the next concert…wait, no, I’ve done that already. Maybe I could – no, I did that, too. Hm, I’m beginning to think that I’ve tried every –” And then a very ‘brilliant’ idea struck the prince.
Slowly, the prince’s thinking face was replaced by a new look. The corners of his pink lips turned up into a dazzling smile. His squinted eyes were now fully opened, twinkling. His straight nose (that was slightly hooked at the end so it was not entirely straight) was no longer wrinkled and the fish at the window were no longer amused. Sighing dejectedly, the all turned around and went on their way.
“I’ve got it!” Elliot snapped his fingers in an ‘aha!’ moment. “I just hope the sea demon doesn’t mind me stopping for a visit.” The prince grinned smugly and began devising a plan that would enable him to live the castle at around midnight without anyone knowing.
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By twelve thirty in the morning, Prince Elliot had made it safely out of the castle. There had been a few risky moves that included him having to take a detour through the grand kitchen but he had made it out in one piece. Mentally, he congratulated himself before turning around a childishly blowing a raspberry at the large building.
The castle was old but it was not very noticeable. It was made out of bricks and looked very much like the castles you’d see in fairytales. Inside the castle were eight bedrooms, six bathrooms (something Elliot did not understand since they lived underwater. Like hell he was going to buy the excuse ‘sea creatures must be sanitary as well.’), a music room, four studies or offices, a royal library, two very large kitchens, a dining room for family meetings and a dining room for city events, and a grand ballroom. Needless to say, the mermaid prince and his family lived well.
But Elliot did not care about the castle right now. All he cared about was finding the sea demon and getting rid of him. All he cared about was showing to his father that he was not a good for nothing – even if it meant putting his own life in grave danger. Prince Elliot, who was wearing a large holey coat with many pockets, placed a small dagger in the pocket closest to his chest and swam deep into the dark depths of the sea.
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After almost forty five minutes of nonstop swimming, Prince Elliot had decided to take a break. He hadn’t realized how far the sea demon lived. Cursing the man under his breath, he took a seat on a rock that was very close to a field of seaweed. Little did he know that he’d regret this a minute later.
The wind began to blow violently, causing the seaweed to blow in the prince’s direction. Soon enough, the green plant had tangled itself in the poor mermaid prince’s coat, something he was not happy about. The blond took an arm and tried to reach into his pocket when the seaweed had grabbed a hold of it, pulling it back. Angry, Elliot began to yell out words that were sure to make his great grandmother have a heart attack. These words doubled in loudness when the prince noticed two large sharks with hungry eyes approaching him.
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This character application was made by danger (aka pixified of caution 2.0). The lyrics are from the song “telephone”, which belongs to Lady Gaga. I don’t claim those. But all the rest is mine. Just because I didn’t post it on caution doesn’t make it not mine. Do not remove or edit this credit under any circumstances. Just don’t. I really don’t want to have to dig my shotgun out of the closet and come hunt you down for stealing all of my hard work.
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