Post by Ginger Dumont on Jul 30, 2011 16:39:10 GMT -5
[/font]Ginger Dumont!?
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[/center]Hey! I go by Ginger. I am 16 and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for about 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 or Email.
Name: Ginger Dumont
Nickname:
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Playby: None
Member Group: Demigod, Sophomore, Daughter of Athena
Appearance: Ginger is a girl of medium height, standing at 5'5. She has bright green eyes and vibrant red hair that falls in waves the her shoulder blades. Her ears are in fact, pierced and you may often find small owls hanging from her earlobes. She has a slim but curvy appearance.
Personality: She is kind and sweet but has a bad temper that can be aroused with even the slightest mistake. Ginger is spunky and to be brutally honest a bit daft. She never thinks before doing or saying things which has often gotten her into trouble whether at school or out. Being witty and smart helps in school, but her favorite class by far is their fighting class.
Likes: Reading, Romance, Thunderstorms, Birds, Swimming, Crossword Puzzles
Dislikes: Copycats, Nightmares, Not Knowing Things, Wasting Time, Being Wrong
Mother: Athena, Goddess of Wisdom
Father: Lionel, 39, Lawyer
Siblings: None
Pets: Female Siberian Husky named Taiga
History: Ginger moved to Richmond when she first start high school, coming all the way from Quebec City, Canada where she lived with her father. She found out she was a demigod when she was 10 years old after she came home from school one day to find a blond hair woman with piercing gray eyes speaking to her father. Of course, they had to explain to her who the lady was and what she was doing in her home. She decided to go to Richmond High School when she found out there was a special class for demigods.
Code Word: -edited out by mod-
Roleplay Post
Ginger walked confidently down the street, a smile playing across her full lips and rain drops glittering in her hair. She had a plan for the day and she was not going to let it be ruined by a bit of rain.
She had woken up that morning to the steady beating of rain on glass, which had given her the idea of trying to find the perfect part time job. But first she had to stop at Starbucks and get her everyday cinnamon spice mocha. Boy did that ever wake her up, it was the perfect combination of sweet and spicy. Just enough chocolate and a big dash of cinnamon made it the perfect drink for a day as dull and dreary as the one she foresaw ahead of her.
When she walked into the comfortable atmosphere of the cafe, there was a huge line curving through the place, "Damn" She muttered under her breath, walking over to stand behind a middle aged lady who was squawking on a phone and digging through her purse at the same time. She crossed her arms and surveyed the ongoing scene, there were 5, no 6 people in line counting herself. The first 3 were the normal everyday Starbucks customers, haggard employees doing the morning coffee run for everybody at work. The 4th was obviously a mother, but that would be obvious to any sane person as she had two little brats swinging from her arms. Then there was the lady who was still screeching into her phone.
She must of stood there for a good 20 minutes before the 3 employees left with a dozen coffees each. Then another 10 minutes as the mother and bird lady were finished. She breathed a sigh of relief as the guy at the counter asked her for her order, "A cinnamon spice mocha" She replied coolly before paying the 3.50$ and walking towards the waiting area.
When she finally got her mocha, she had been there for about 35 minutes. But at least she was warm and armed with coffee, always a plus. She strutted out of the Starbucks and continued down the street to her first destination, Victoria's Secret.
