Post by Adrianne Blair on May 4, 2011 19:48:14 GMT -5
[/font]ADRIANNEMICHELLEBLAIR!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Red. I am eighteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for almost a year and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM.
Name: Adrianne Michelle Blair.
Nickname: None.
Age: Twenty-seven.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Member Group: Demigod Teacher, Daughter of Aphrodite.
Appearance: Adrianne has long hair that usually flips between being black, brown, or bright red. Her mood is a contributing factor to her hair color. She likes to wear anything vintage, and has an "old school" fashion sense, as some people might see it. She has naturally tan skin that her heritage can be credited for.
Personality: Adrianne is very laid back and relaxed, and thinks that "acting your age" is overrated. When it comes to her occupation, she loves what she does. She isn't a big believer in homework, either. She isn't much different in the classroom than she is outside. She's very bright, bubbly, and has a positive outlook on her life.
Likes:
- The sun.
- Being able to make people smile.
- Anything with a flowery scent.
- The color yellow.
- Her car.
Dislikes:
- Dark, dismal colors.
- Jeans.
- The dirt.
- Having her hair messed up.
- High heeled shoes.
Mother: Athena.
Father: Christopher Blair, deceased.
Siblings: None.
Pets: None.
History: Adrianne Blair was born in San Diego, California to a single father who worked as a local attorney. She grew up with very little knowledge about her mother, and questioned why her father never spoke of her. For years she believed that her mother was killed in a car accident when her father finally told Adrianna the truth on her seventeen birthday. Her world was forever changed, which pushed her to take up college and enter the education field. She's loved it ever since.
Code Word: -edited out by mod-
Roleplay Post
Leigh gripped her steering wheel as she felt it creep to a stop. It was only a matter of time before her old Ford truck finally bit the dust, but right now wasn't the most convenient of times. For one, she had just clocked out from work at Fangtasia and it was pitch black outside. Everything around her was dark, the full moon above provided her with just enough light. "This is the last time I'll buy a truck from that place!" The offer was indeed too good to be true. A truck for $250, and she fell right into the trap that the used car lot had set. It looked perfect on the outside, with a fresh new red paint job. Leigh opened the driver's side door, and immediately she turned up her nose at the stale smell of smoke. Great. She popped open the hood, waving away the smoke. Everything was a mess and there was no use in trying to fix it when she knew she couldn't. Leigh was a bartender, not a mechanic.
Oddly enough, Leigh had never been afraid of the dark or anything, for that matter. When she grew up and moved to Shreveport, she was hit with a tidal wave of supernatural knowledge she never thought she would ever posses. Vampires could be intimidating, but she never felt fearful or weary of them. When she read about the bar tending position at Fangtasia, she jumped at the opportunity. Leigh would have to work late, but the pay was good and so was the shady crowd around it. Leigh had met a lot of humans who spent their whole lives without doing anything dangerous. But Leigh's entire life was consumed by risk and danger. Some would call her foolish, but she'd heard it all before.
Leigh had only been walking for a few minutes, when she saw an open business. She found it strange it was still open, but as she got closer she realized it must be closing, because somebody was still inside. The figure moved quickly, a blur of motion. Perhaps he'd know a thing or two about cars, and she would be back on the road and on her way back home. "...hello?" Leigh asked with a soft whisper, leaning towards the door and opening it slightly.
Oddly enough, Leigh had never been afraid of the dark or anything, for that matter. When she grew up and moved to Shreveport, she was hit with a tidal wave of supernatural knowledge she never thought she would ever posses. Vampires could be intimidating, but she never felt fearful or weary of them. When she read about the bar tending position at Fangtasia, she jumped at the opportunity. Leigh would have to work late, but the pay was good and so was the shady crowd around it. Leigh had met a lot of humans who spent their whole lives without doing anything dangerous. But Leigh's entire life was consumed by risk and danger. Some would call her foolish, but she'd heard it all before.
Leigh had only been walking for a few minutes, when she saw an open business. She found it strange it was still open, but as she got closer she realized it must be closing, because somebody was still inside. The figure moved quickly, a blur of motion. Perhaps he'd know a thing or two about cars, and she would be back on the road and on her way back home. "...hello?" Leigh asked with a soft whisper, leaning towards the door and opening it slightly.
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