Post by kale on May 3, 2011 20:04:53 GMT -5
[/font]MIMIMARIEBULLOCK!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Kale. I am sixteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for four years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no one else on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by pm.
Name: Mimi Marie Bullock
Nickname: Mimi
Age: fifteen
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Member Group: regular human : sophomore
Appearance: Mimi is around 5'5'' and weighs about 116 pounds. She is slim and looks like she has no muscle on her small body. She has blond hair that goes slightly passed her shoulders and brightly colored green eyes. She likes shorts and jeans only, no skirts, only rare occasions. She loves to wear tanktops along with striped hoodies over her. She only wears converse or vans, never heels. She feels like she would kill herself.
Personality: Quirky, shy, sweet. Whatever good thing you could come up with, that's what this girl is. She is very mature for her age. She has to take care of her mother with the help of her three older brothers. If you need a best friend, that's why this girl is alive. She is the sweetest, most down to earth person in the world. She loves to help out with people's problems and will just sit to you and listen if you don't want any advice.
Likes: Music, Chocolate, Sour Candies, Mountain Dew, Stars, Hoodies, Converse, Guitar, Piano, Violin, Video Games, Comic Books, old Disney Movies, Board Games
Dislikes: Spicy foods (super spicy), Diet Drinks, White Chocolate, Getting Hurt, Being Yelled At, Ignorance, Dumb Asses, Her Mom Getting Out of Hand, Smell of Onions
Mother: Rene Bullock, 43, out-of-work
Father: Leon Bullock, 47, in jail
Siblings: Cain Bullock, 19, Auto-Mechanic; Dion Bullock, 19, Auto-Mechanic (Cain and Dion are twins); Bryce Bullock, 25, Doctor
Pets: n/a
History: Born in Paris, France to Leon and Rene Gilliam, Mimi is the youngest of four children. When she was thirteen, her and her family moved here to California. She speaks perfect English, but prefers French of course. However, it was not all California dreaming when the six of them arrived. Her father was arrested when the cops checked their bags and all of them. He was caught with some heavy drugs. He was thrown in jail for at least twenty years. At first, her mother was doing okay with it all. She had slight depression in the beginnning, but it started to get better. However, it all came back one day. She began to go a little crazy. She tried to commit suicide with her meds. Now, Cain, Dion, and Bryce all pitch in to help her out with her mother, but one of them must be at the house at all times. She is trying to get the principal to get her off campus for most days because all three of her brothers have jobs.
Code Word: -edited out by mod-
Roleplay Post
It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, the clouds were scarce, but it was freezing ass cold. Aristotle put on a jacket, got a book, a notepad, and her iPod and was headed to the out doors. She was not going to be stopped from going outside because of weather conditions, especially if it was this pretty outside. However, she had forgotten something important next to her bedside; her shoes. She sprinted back to her bed and put her purple converse on, while laughing quietly to herself. She was a forgetful one, but at least she remembered before she walked outside this time. She also grabbed a bag for all her belongings just in case it decided to start raining without a warning.
After she got all her thoughts and stuff together, she ventured to the gardens in the uptown Hampton. Whenever she got a free moment, that's where she could always be found. She took a sigh of relief when she saw that the garden was almost completely empty. A few groups here and there, but nothing too large or distracting. She took her usual spot right next to the grand fountain and put her headphones in her ears and got her book out. She hadn't been reading as much as she would like to, considering where she was at. She loved the book to death and hadn't read it in a long while, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It was a good book that she thought everyone should read, but no one actually read anymore. They did that whole tape or cd thing with their cars. No wonder the intellegence level of the human race was declining at a rapid rate.
She opened the book and pushed the play button on her iPod. However, it wasn't exactly the 'typical' music a teenager would be listening to. The bari sax sounded and then came in the other saxophones and trombones, and eventually the rest of the band. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Jazz music. It was also declining at a fast rate, unfortunatly. Her and her friend back home had this long joke going on, Trombone players are becoming extinct since the big band period. She giggled to herself and people just looked at her as they passed. No one at the school would get it. She hadn't met one person at at the school since her first year here, that knew anything about jazz music. She shook her head back and forth and began reading while listening to Moanin' by Charles Mingus.
After she got all her thoughts and stuff together, she ventured to the gardens in the uptown Hampton. Whenever she got a free moment, that's where she could always be found. She took a sigh of relief when she saw that the garden was almost completely empty. A few groups here and there, but nothing too large or distracting. She took her usual spot right next to the grand fountain and put her headphones in her ears and got her book out. She hadn't been reading as much as she would like to, considering where she was at. She loved the book to death and hadn't read it in a long while, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It was a good book that she thought everyone should read, but no one actually read anymore. They did that whole tape or cd thing with their cars. No wonder the intellegence level of the human race was declining at a rapid rate.
She opened the book and pushed the play button on her iPod. However, it wasn't exactly the 'typical' music a teenager would be listening to. The bari sax sounded and then came in the other saxophones and trombones, and eventually the rest of the band. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Jazz music. It was also declining at a fast rate, unfortunatly. Her and her friend back home had this long joke going on, Trombone players are becoming extinct since the big band period. She giggled to herself and people just looked at her as they passed. No one at the school would get it. She hadn't met one person at at the school since her first year here, that knew anything about jazz music. She shook her head back and forth and began reading while listening to Moanin' by Charles Mingus.
