Post by Keri Ann Faulkner on May 7, 2011 20:15:25 GMT -5
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[/center]Hey! I go by Keri. I am twenty-three and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for eight years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have zero other characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by private message me.
Name: Keri Ann Faulkner.
Nickname: Ker, K.
Age: Sixteen.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Straight.
Member Group: Regular Sophomore.
Appearance: Keri's hispanic background is very evident and dominant in her personality and appearance. She has naturally tanned skin and jet black hair, with warm mocha brown eyes. She likes to wear short shorts and sport jerseys, but will wear just about anything once. Her style is very unique and versatile, always changing to adapt to the newest trends on the street.
Personality: Keri is fierce and hotheaded, just like her parents. Often times, her harsh confidence can be mistaken for a bitchy attitude, which turns some people off to her. Her mood changes like the seasons, and you can never be too sure what kind of mood she'll be in until you get on her bad side.
Likes:
- Hot, summer weather.
- Going to the beach.
- Surfing.
- Red cars.
- Fashion and style.
Dislikes:
- Arrogance, although sometimes she's a hypocrite for that.
- The cold, or being cold.
- Dull colors.
- Blank personalities.
- School.
Mother: Jasmine Faulkner, 60, retired.
Father: Alejandro Ramirez, 54, retired.
Siblings: She's an only child.
Pets: Rocky, her African Gray parrot.
History: Keri was born in Spain to a Spanish father and an American mother. When she was thirteen, her mother separated from her father and the two of them relocated to California. She enrolled her daughter in Richmond High, in hopes of bettering her daughter's future.
Code Word: -edited out by mod-
Roleplay Post
Five minutes until his shift started, and he was already having issues. After looking all over the place for his truck keys, he finally managed to get the truck started. Damn truck was about to burst at the seams, it was almost ready to fall apart right then and there. It was an old Chevy with one too many miles on its record. He didn't even give a damn anymore. Apathy was somewhat like a disease, with the way it slowly took over your life and seeped into everything you did. He pulled into his parking spot, and eyed the moon with careful eyes. This can't be good. Shapeshifters knew a few things about the full moon, and how they couldn't stop the shift. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem if he didn't have to come to work. Tommy shrugged his shoulders, and took the keys from the ignition.
When he walked in, the bar looked as comatose as a ghost town. Maybe even worse. He glanced over at Tara, who was busy organizing the bottles and wiping off the television screen until it was clean enough to see your reflection in. Nan Flannigan was blabbing about vampire rights, and how they deserved rights just like anybody else would. He didn't give a damn about anybody else, let alone the vampires. Tommy had a feeling that Tara didn't fancy him at all, she always gave him a glare when he walked by. This didn't necessarily surprise him. Most of the people he worked with or knew wouldn't mind slapping him around until he got some sense knocked into his thick skull. "Where the hell did everybody go?" He asked, without expecting an answer.
He knew he wouldn't have much time until the shift, and he would prefer for Tara to not witness him transform into a dog right in the middle of the floor. Those of two-natures had yet to reveal themselves to the humans, and his secret was one he preferred to keep secret. "Uh if Sam asks for me, tell him I'll be out back....."
When he walked in, the bar looked as comatose as a ghost town. Maybe even worse. He glanced over at Tara, who was busy organizing the bottles and wiping off the television screen until it was clean enough to see your reflection in. Nan Flannigan was blabbing about vampire rights, and how they deserved rights just like anybody else would. He didn't give a damn about anybody else, let alone the vampires. Tommy had a feeling that Tara didn't fancy him at all, she always gave him a glare when he walked by. This didn't necessarily surprise him. Most of the people he worked with or knew wouldn't mind slapping him around until he got some sense knocked into his thick skull. "Where the hell did everybody go?" He asked, without expecting an answer.
He knew he wouldn't have much time until the shift, and he would prefer for Tara to not witness him transform into a dog right in the middle of the floor. Those of two-natures had yet to reveal themselves to the humans, and his secret was one he preferred to keep secret. "Uh if Sam asks for me, tell him I'll be out back....."
