Post by Megan Smith on Feb 3, 2007 12:56:54 GMT -5
About You.
Name:
Liana [Izzy]
Age:
11 heh
Your Character
Character Name:
Megan Smith
Riding Level:
Advanced
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'4"
Hair Color:
Blonde
Eye Color:
Brown//Hazel
Build:
Small and light, but muscular from riding.
Clothing Style:
She wears more designer, and cutson made stuff.
Personality:
Megan is very outgoing, and loves to be the center of attention. She will do anything to be the life of the party, even ruin anyone. I mean anyone. She’s a total flirt, and always is a favorite with the guys, mostly with her looks. She’s upbeat and caring, and loves riding. She adores her horse, and will do anything at all to keep him. She has a big mouth, always talking, but knows when to get down to business. She always gets herself in trouble, but wiggles out of it easily with her little girl charm. Being the flirt she is, she always has fun taunting guys, but then just leaving them for someone who she thinks is better.
Megan is a very unique girl, in the sense that she always is the one getting in trouble, but always the first out of it. Being herself, she’s wild and crazy, and you will always catch her painting the town red. She can be a total b!tch at times, and if you in anyway hurt her friends… Let’s just say you’ll regret it. She’s very sure of herself, and never says never. Well, not literally, but she always believes in what she wants, and always achieves what she wants to reach.
History:
Her History Is History.
Other:
We Are Who We Are.
Sample RP:
[Different Site. Different Person]
Oooh. Wow. Wait. What? He blinked a few times, and over exaggerated a fake gasp when she began petting... right.. there.. umm.. yea. ::cough:: Anywho. He didn't care. No, not in the perverted way. Though, I must admit that was giving him very very dirty thoughts. When she seemed fairly- well, "ashamed" of herself he couldn't help but crack up laughing. And with that, he fell backwards, basicly laying in the grass- laughing his ass off. So, people were watching a guy in a tutu laugh so hard he was crying. It took him a few awkward moments before he could actually calm himself down, still letting out a laugh here or there when he went to sit back up. Oh-jeez. It'd be hard to explain this one. Even to himself.. And still those perverted thoughts were rummaging through his head- of what he'd like to do if they weren't out in public. Ohwell really. Nothing he could do about that now. A muffled sigh came from him as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight, and swinging back and forth while humming some random song. Probably some nursery song. Just because thats how weird of a mood he's in right now. To run around in a tutu singing children's songs. Well, that definitely explains why he was wearing a tutu and singing now doesn't it? I wouldn't be surprised if that just confused the hell out of you. Er- don't worry. It confused me too. Heh. Anyway... He slowly stopped jerking her around like a little boy and his teddy bear- giving her a cheeky grin, and sticking his tongue out.
"Oh- you're just lucky I wuff you."
And with that he picked her up, plopped her on the grass, stood up- and brushed the invisible dirt off of the edges of the tutu. He gave another stupid grin and twirled around like a ballerina, noting once more that people were staring at him like he was a freak. To be honest he didn't really blame them for thinking that. 'Cause really if someone was running past him down the street in a tutu singing songs, he'd either be like "omgwtfiswrongwithyouonlyimallowedtodothat" or he'd just follow suit and chase the guy until he'd been running for so long that he could hardly breathe. Both were perfectly good reactions to him, and thats how they would stay.
"Yuss. Only I am allowed to rape the unbelievably smezzy Taylor-pants"
He gave a fake glare toward the owner of the dog.. Just kinda glancing from him- to the dog- back to the guy again- then to the dog.. Yea. He was hardly blinking and thats when he broke into a stupid little gigglefit. He was just that weird- just that stupid. Deal with it. Once more he started to twirl around before stomping on the ground right next to Taylor, and then glancing around. Really he wasn't sure why he was looking around.. I mean there was nothing interesting. Just people walking around, a few were staring at him but I think they were getting used to seeing a guy wearing a tutu walking around. d**n. Now he'll have to find something else to freak them out with. Maybe he'll take up the "Imma Creepy Guy" and purple fuzzy hat idea. Mmm, but then again who knows the next time he'll ever be anywhere near main street. Other than when he goes to work- which he hates. Honest to god he hated tending at that stupid bar. The drunkards there disgusted him more than his Aunt Ginny did. And thats pretty bad. Because.. well.. Aunt Ginny always smelled like dirty crotch. And if you know what the hell that smells like, you know it's gross. If you don't- you sure as all hell are lucky. Because that smell makes you wanna hurl all over the person that smells that way, just to make them smell better. Anyway, he missed his old job- being a journalist. Like the one time when he wrote an article about cats.. He took a picture of Penguin and had it put in the paper. That was his favorite article he ever wrote. Not to mention he signed it off with his name and an ink print of Penguin's paw. Why they put it in the paper he really wasn't sure. Because he never knew of anyone who really would've bothered to read an article about cats in the local newspaper. Ohwell, he got paid for it. So, who cares? Right? Right.
Er.. [getting back on track], he glanced back down at Taylor and grinned, before glancing around, then back at the dog owner. Deja Vu. Didn't he already do that? Ohwell. He did it again. So what. No one's offended by it. He crossed his arms against his chest, more purposely to hide the cast [which didn't work], for what reason? I'm really not sure. He wasn't exactly ashamed or embarrassed over the fact that he got his wrist snapped by that low-life bastard, but it just annoyed him. Because then people probably thought he was weak just because he broke a bone. f**k that. The stupid kid just caught him off guard. Thats all. A soft and nearly inaudible sigh came from him out of boredom as he slowly looked toward the dog, the whole mauling thing reminding him of when he got tackled by Bear. Alright so that made him a little awkward toward dogs jumping up at him, but in a sense, he didn't really care. Because if that hadn't have happened, then more than likely he would've never met Taylor. Honestly, that would've sucked ass. Then he'd go home every day alone, wake up, go to work, come home, be miserable.. And he really didn't enjoy doing that. The only time he was ever all hyped up like this was when she's around, or if he ever had any friends he'd probably be like this around them. Other than that, when he's alone, hes calm- quiet- if you walked into his apartment you probably wouldn't even know that he was there. But the fact of the matter is that ever sense he moved he hasn't really bothered to make friends. It just never came to mind- until he met her. But, Taylor's so much different than just a friend to him. And he loved her for that.
"Uh.. Anyway, ya got a name? Or are you mysterious rapist boy? LE GASP! A SUPER HERO! RAPIST BOY! Coming to rape all your troubles away. Oh. What? Jeez. Er."
Yea. That sounded so wrong. At that point, he'd totally confused himself and that was fairly obvious. If it was possible, he was giving himself a "whatthef**kdidIjustsay" look. Yet another giggle came from him and he threw his arms up in the air, squealed, and managed to say something in a high-pitched-childish-voice.
"IMMA JIMMY INNA TUTU!"
Alright. We've already established that kiddo. At that, people were looking at him even weirder than they already were... seriously if that was possible. With a fake huffofannoyance he put his right hand on his hip, and waved his cast in the air. It caused even more people to turn and look, which was when he grinned and squealed again.
"HIIIII GUUUYYYS"
Which was yelled in a very ohmygawdyouregayarentyou? voice. So he just did that to make fun of them. So what? They probably really did think he was gay. In all honesty, he found that extremely funny. Unlike most guys who would probably find that insulting. No, not that he's bisexual [which he's not], he just found that hilarious. After another grin, and finally people stopped pointing at him, he ceased his idiotic waving and crossed his arms against his chest again. And suddenly his cell phone began to go off, the ring tone being "Funky Town" and the vibrating sensation was making his ass go numb. Which.. that hurt like hell. It took him a while before he answered it, having to dance to "Funky Town" for a moment before bothering himself to stop the music and flip open the phone.
"What do you want?"
A pause...
"Oh..."
Another pause...
"Its not my fault I'm technologically retarded!"
A sentence that he practically yelled into the phone in a rather pathetic voice.. which brought more stares.
"Ihateyou kthanksbye."
And he hung up. Yes. He hung up on whomever he'd been talking to. To say the least, it was probably his sister. But I really don't know who it was. Sorry, I'm just a narrator. Not a god. I don't know who everyone is talking to on the phone all the time. Gawd. So rude you readers are. Jeez. Whatever.
Name:
Liana [Izzy]
Age:
11 heh
Your Character
Character Name:
Megan Smith
Riding Level:
Advanced
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'4"
Hair Color:
Blonde
Eye Color:
Brown//Hazel
Build:
Small and light, but muscular from riding.
Clothing Style:
She wears more designer, and cutson made stuff.
Personality:
Megan is very outgoing, and loves to be the center of attention. She will do anything to be the life of the party, even ruin anyone. I mean anyone. She’s a total flirt, and always is a favorite with the guys, mostly with her looks. She’s upbeat and caring, and loves riding. She adores her horse, and will do anything at all to keep him. She has a big mouth, always talking, but knows when to get down to business. She always gets herself in trouble, but wiggles out of it easily with her little girl charm. Being the flirt she is, she always has fun taunting guys, but then just leaving them for someone who she thinks is better.
Megan is a very unique girl, in the sense that she always is the one getting in trouble, but always the first out of it. Being herself, she’s wild and crazy, and you will always catch her painting the town red. She can be a total b!tch at times, and if you in anyway hurt her friends… Let’s just say you’ll regret it. She’s very sure of herself, and never says never. Well, not literally, but she always believes in what she wants, and always achieves what she wants to reach.
History:
Her History Is History.
Other:
We Are Who We Are.
Sample RP:
[Different Site. Different Person]
Oooh. Wow. Wait. What? He blinked a few times, and over exaggerated a fake gasp when she began petting... right.. there.. umm.. yea. ::cough:: Anywho. He didn't care. No, not in the perverted way. Though, I must admit that was giving him very very dirty thoughts. When she seemed fairly- well, "ashamed" of herself he couldn't help but crack up laughing. And with that, he fell backwards, basicly laying in the grass- laughing his ass off. So, people were watching a guy in a tutu laugh so hard he was crying. It took him a few awkward moments before he could actually calm himself down, still letting out a laugh here or there when he went to sit back up. Oh-jeez. It'd be hard to explain this one. Even to himself.. And still those perverted thoughts were rummaging through his head- of what he'd like to do if they weren't out in public. Ohwell really. Nothing he could do about that now. A muffled sigh came from him as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight, and swinging back and forth while humming some random song. Probably some nursery song. Just because thats how weird of a mood he's in right now. To run around in a tutu singing children's songs. Well, that definitely explains why he was wearing a tutu and singing now doesn't it? I wouldn't be surprised if that just confused the hell out of you. Er- don't worry. It confused me too. Heh. Anyway... He slowly stopped jerking her around like a little boy and his teddy bear- giving her a cheeky grin, and sticking his tongue out.
"Oh- you're just lucky I wuff you."
And with that he picked her up, plopped her on the grass, stood up- and brushed the invisible dirt off of the edges of the tutu. He gave another stupid grin and twirled around like a ballerina, noting once more that people were staring at him like he was a freak. To be honest he didn't really blame them for thinking that. 'Cause really if someone was running past him down the street in a tutu singing songs, he'd either be like "omgwtfiswrongwithyouonlyimallowedtodothat" or he'd just follow suit and chase the guy until he'd been running for so long that he could hardly breathe. Both were perfectly good reactions to him, and thats how they would stay.
"Yuss. Only I am allowed to rape the unbelievably smezzy Taylor-pants"
He gave a fake glare toward the owner of the dog.. Just kinda glancing from him- to the dog- back to the guy again- then to the dog.. Yea. He was hardly blinking and thats when he broke into a stupid little gigglefit. He was just that weird- just that stupid. Deal with it. Once more he started to twirl around before stomping on the ground right next to Taylor, and then glancing around. Really he wasn't sure why he was looking around.. I mean there was nothing interesting. Just people walking around, a few were staring at him but I think they were getting used to seeing a guy wearing a tutu walking around. d**n. Now he'll have to find something else to freak them out with. Maybe he'll take up the "Imma Creepy Guy" and purple fuzzy hat idea. Mmm, but then again who knows the next time he'll ever be anywhere near main street. Other than when he goes to work- which he hates. Honest to god he hated tending at that stupid bar. The drunkards there disgusted him more than his Aunt Ginny did. And thats pretty bad. Because.. well.. Aunt Ginny always smelled like dirty crotch. And if you know what the hell that smells like, you know it's gross. If you don't- you sure as all hell are lucky. Because that smell makes you wanna hurl all over the person that smells that way, just to make them smell better. Anyway, he missed his old job- being a journalist. Like the one time when he wrote an article about cats.. He took a picture of Penguin and had it put in the paper. That was his favorite article he ever wrote. Not to mention he signed it off with his name and an ink print of Penguin's paw. Why they put it in the paper he really wasn't sure. Because he never knew of anyone who really would've bothered to read an article about cats in the local newspaper. Ohwell, he got paid for it. So, who cares? Right? Right.
Er.. [getting back on track], he glanced back down at Taylor and grinned, before glancing around, then back at the dog owner. Deja Vu. Didn't he already do that? Ohwell. He did it again. So what. No one's offended by it. He crossed his arms against his chest, more purposely to hide the cast [which didn't work], for what reason? I'm really not sure. He wasn't exactly ashamed or embarrassed over the fact that he got his wrist snapped by that low-life bastard, but it just annoyed him. Because then people probably thought he was weak just because he broke a bone. f**k that. The stupid kid just caught him off guard. Thats all. A soft and nearly inaudible sigh came from him out of boredom as he slowly looked toward the dog, the whole mauling thing reminding him of when he got tackled by Bear. Alright so that made him a little awkward toward dogs jumping up at him, but in a sense, he didn't really care. Because if that hadn't have happened, then more than likely he would've never met Taylor. Honestly, that would've sucked ass. Then he'd go home every day alone, wake up, go to work, come home, be miserable.. And he really didn't enjoy doing that. The only time he was ever all hyped up like this was when she's around, or if he ever had any friends he'd probably be like this around them. Other than that, when he's alone, hes calm- quiet- if you walked into his apartment you probably wouldn't even know that he was there. But the fact of the matter is that ever sense he moved he hasn't really bothered to make friends. It just never came to mind- until he met her. But, Taylor's so much different than just a friend to him. And he loved her for that.
"Uh.. Anyway, ya got a name? Or are you mysterious rapist boy? LE GASP! A SUPER HERO! RAPIST BOY! Coming to rape all your troubles away. Oh. What? Jeez. Er."
Yea. That sounded so wrong. At that point, he'd totally confused himself and that was fairly obvious. If it was possible, he was giving himself a "whatthef**kdidIjustsay" look. Yet another giggle came from him and he threw his arms up in the air, squealed, and managed to say something in a high-pitched-childish-voice.
"IMMA JIMMY INNA TUTU!"
Alright. We've already established that kiddo. At that, people were looking at him even weirder than they already were... seriously if that was possible. With a fake huffofannoyance he put his right hand on his hip, and waved his cast in the air. It caused even more people to turn and look, which was when he grinned and squealed again.
"HIIIII GUUUYYYS"
Which was yelled in a very ohmygawdyouregayarentyou? voice. So he just did that to make fun of them. So what? They probably really did think he was gay. In all honesty, he found that extremely funny. Unlike most guys who would probably find that insulting. No, not that he's bisexual [which he's not], he just found that hilarious. After another grin, and finally people stopped pointing at him, he ceased his idiotic waving and crossed his arms against his chest again. And suddenly his cell phone began to go off, the ring tone being "Funky Town" and the vibrating sensation was making his ass go numb. Which.. that hurt like hell. It took him a while before he answered it, having to dance to "Funky Town" for a moment before bothering himself to stop the music and flip open the phone.
"What do you want?"
A pause...
"Oh..."
Another pause...
"Its not my fault I'm technologically retarded!"
A sentence that he practically yelled into the phone in a rather pathetic voice.. which brought more stares.
"Ihateyou kthanksbye."
And he hung up. Yes. He hung up on whomever he'd been talking to. To say the least, it was probably his sister. But I really don't know who it was. Sorry, I'm just a narrator. Not a god. I don't know who everyone is talking to on the phone all the time. Gawd. So rude you readers are. Jeez. Whatever.
