Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2015 12:23:00 GMT
Age group: 18-21
How did you find out about us?:through a friend
Role Playing Experience: 3 years
Sample background: March O'Hara moved to the United States from Ireland when she was thirteen. (She has been there now for five years.) When she moved, many people looked down upon her because of her long, flowing, wavy, red (not ginger, but cherry) hair. They would scoff at her, and ask why she dyed her hair at such a young age. She could only respond that she was only born with unique hair, that she couldn't help it.
The students at her school made fun of her accent, name (they called her The March Hare), hair, and, when she reached high school, her size (for she ended up staying at 105 pounds and 5'2"). She never fit in; she never had any friends.
Yet, finally, she graduated from high school and now lives on her own. She embraces her old nickname, growing rather fond of it, and has the new people she meets call her March Hare. She also embraces her small stature.
She's calm, good humoured, sarcastic, quiet, and not easy to upset, but when she gets angry, she has a very serious temper. She's very timid when it comes to meeting others and she really loves carrots. Her parents died and left her a big house, which she lives in with her pet rabbit, Madness.
Role Play Sample: March sat alone on a bench, at the park, with a book in her hand. The air was cold, and the few trees that were scattered throughout the park were devoid of leaves. She looked around. There were very few people, which she was thankful for. The people that were there were jogging, or playing with their dogs, or just enjoying the company of another human being.
She hated other people. She hadn't met one yet that changed her mind. Secretly, she longed for a companion or mate that would make her view the world differently, make her see the good in people... But, for now, she'd sit alone, reading To Kill A Mockingbird for the second time.
She pulled her hat down further and buttoned her coat. The cold chilling her slightly. She glanced around one last time before crossing her left leg over her right and returning to Scout, Jem, and Dill watching the hearing, feeling a bit weary, just like Atticus.
How did you find out about us?:through a friend
Role Playing Experience: 3 years
Sample background: March O'Hara moved to the United States from Ireland when she was thirteen. (She has been there now for five years.) When she moved, many people looked down upon her because of her long, flowing, wavy, red (not ginger, but cherry) hair. They would scoff at her, and ask why she dyed her hair at such a young age. She could only respond that she was only born with unique hair, that she couldn't help it.
The students at her school made fun of her accent, name (they called her The March Hare), hair, and, when she reached high school, her size (for she ended up staying at 105 pounds and 5'2"). She never fit in; she never had any friends.
Yet, finally, she graduated from high school and now lives on her own. She embraces her old nickname, growing rather fond of it, and has the new people she meets call her March Hare. She also embraces her small stature.
She's calm, good humoured, sarcastic, quiet, and not easy to upset, but when she gets angry, she has a very serious temper. She's very timid when it comes to meeting others and she really loves carrots. Her parents died and left her a big house, which she lives in with her pet rabbit, Madness.
Role Play Sample: March sat alone on a bench, at the park, with a book in her hand. The air was cold, and the few trees that were scattered throughout the park were devoid of leaves. She looked around. There were very few people, which she was thankful for. The people that were there were jogging, or playing with their dogs, or just enjoying the company of another human being.
She hated other people. She hadn't met one yet that changed her mind. Secretly, she longed for a companion or mate that would make her view the world differently, make her see the good in people... But, for now, she'd sit alone, reading To Kill A Mockingbird for the second time.
She pulled her hat down further and buttoned her coat. The cold chilling her slightly. She glanced around one last time before crossing her left leg over her right and returning to Scout, Jem, and Dill watching the hearing, feeling a bit weary, just like Atticus.
