Post by karliya summer brookes on Aug 13, 2012 11:04:07 GMT -5
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KARLIYA SUMMER BROOKES
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KARLIYA SUMMER BROOKES
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full name karliya summer brookes
nicknames karli
type original
gender female
age seventeen
birthday june third
group neutrals
clique drifters
grade junior
sexuality pansexual
occupation clothing store clerk / musician
face claim claire boucher
alias dessa
persona
independent
unconventional
original
creative
eccentric
restless
temperamental
tolerant
flexible
sarcastic
logical
free-thinking
enthusiastic
critical
blunt
life
for the seventeen years that karli has been alive, her parents have always tried to tailor her to be what they wanted -- a book smart doctor, or maybe a therapist, something that required her to focus on schooling instead of what she really wanted. karli did not rebel on purpose; it was an act made out of her nature, or so she says. as her mom and dad were pushing her towards being an active member of society and to study as if it was part of her religion, she gradually withdrew and took refuge in her mind which was always vivacious and jumping with creativity. it took some time and a whole lot of convincing, but her mom and dad (half-heartedly) gave in and let her explore the wonderful world of art. as much as they didn't want to support her when she asked for piano lessons they allowed her to go with what she wanted to do since karli was always resilient and stubborn with them. as she aged, she found her niche in singing and producing electronic music. karli's parents still make futile attempts to persuade her to "better her life".
roleplaying sample
"That's really... cool. My dad got me into Zep at a young age, so..."
Dallas laughed and turned his ignition off. His battery would probably go dead or something really lame like that. Honestly, he knew nothing about cars and didn't pretend to. They were never his thing. If he could get away with it he would definitely ride his skateboard to school... but the fact that he lived several blocks away made a sense of laziness arise in him. Bad quality number one, lazy. It was almost comedic how lazy the young man was; you'd have to practically kick him in the shin to get him to do you a favor that involved him standing up for a total of two seconds. Sometimes he liked doing things. Just depending on what they were.
He slid out of his car and deeply inhaled the air. For some odd reason, Dallas could smell charcoal today. Maybe someone was burning something. The fact that his sense of smell was still on par surprised him considering he had been smoking cigarettes for the last five years of his life. Bad habits tend to start at a young age, that was no lie.
Dallas leaned over the roof of his car and rose a brow at the honey-faced girl whom had captured his interest. Olive. That was a nice name and it fit her. Her eyes reminded him of two big olives. A rather uncharacteristic smile tugged at the corners of his mouth before enveloping it completely. "I think I've seen you before, actually... one of my electives is being an office aid," he stuck his tongue out, "yeah... don't laugh, but it gets me out of class and shit so whatever. I think I delivered a paper or something to one of your classes a few weeks ago."
A vague memory poked in his head and he rubbed his chin in thought. Most of the time, Dallas wasn't very observant so it was odd that he remembered something like this. Peculiar, even. "Maybe it was you. I don't know. Maybe. Huh." With his foot, he kicked his car door shut and sauntered around to the trunk of his car and plopped on top of it. Regardless of the fact that
Olive would probably leave at any given second, but Dallas decided he'd be here for a while.
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