Post by Seraphina 'Sara' Blake on Apr 3, 2012 14:24:19 GMT
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Name: Seraphina (Sara) Jessica Blake.
Age: 40
Job/Occupation: Criminal.
Appearance: Sara has long, browny-blonde hair and brown oval-shaped eyes. She stands at 5`7 in height (1.70 m) and has an athlete build. She's slim, but very strong even from appearance. She often wears pretty much anything...dresses, skirts, tops...you name it! At some point in her life Sara will dye her hair dark brown. Sara always wears a necklace with a skull on it, and doesn't want to be parted from it, ever. She lets people look at it though, and whoever tries to steal it will either be shot on the spot or severely hurt until they give it back. She had normal skin, not bottle white but not tanned either. Sort of in between.
Personality: Sara is brave, menacing, fierce and cold. She is often sarcastic, and is purely evil. She's always plotting new schemes, and has a black heart most of the time, but can be nice to people if she wants. Usually she doesn't though. She has a temper, but can control it when she tries extremely hard. She can fall for someone evil really easily, and gets sensitive about things like that, which often leads to frustration and anger. Sometimes Sara likes to get involved in things, which often turns out fine, but she's a bit of a meddler. She is polite even with her enemies, but is good at teasing and making snide remarks. Sara is also very fearless and bold, but she CAN get scared, like everyone.
History: Sara was born in the countryside, in a lovely little cottage with a lovely family. Four siblings, mother and father, grandparents, and an auntie and uncle and her cousins. Sara was good at first, helping them out and helping to raise them, but she once heard her parents discussing sending her to anger management classes because sometimes she got angry. Not around the little kids though. So at THAT moment Sara got angry, and wanted to get her own back, by being cold and sarcastic, no longer helping anyone out, and often setting traps for anyone to walk into, and most of the time they worked. Sometimes she spiked the food with pepper or hot chili sauce or something like that, but her anger wasn't satisfied. So it went on endlessly, until she left. She's never looked back.
She left at 17, got a flat, and that was when her evil side began to show through even more. She was involved in lots of crimes, nearly all of which she escaped punishment from, and she has killed before. All the way up until 40 she has avoided being fully punished for something. And now that her family are dead, there are no people to phone her up saying how disappointed in her they were. And Sara, despite all she does, never feels any mercy for people. And now, Sara lives in her 8th new flat, and hopes to stay there as it is a flat that nobody actually notices.
Anything else: She's always carrying a weapon of some sort.
RP Sample: Sara relaxed in her new flat. She felt like it was home here, and she really liked it. Her gun was positioned in her pocket, and though she was relaxed, she didn't know if she'd need it or not. It was always good to be prepared, she knew.
Sara gave her sunglasses, which were sitting on her head at this moment, a little prod and they slid over her eyes. She didn't need to push them up any further, so she rested her hands on the sunbeds arm rests, careful to keep her right hand near enough to her pocket so that she could get her gun if that was what it came to. She relaxed, and took in her surroundings, not needing to move her head much, save for a tiny tilt to look up. Birds, clouds, people bustling about; summer was relaxing.
Sara smiled to herself when her latest crime idea came to her head. She signaled to one of her guards and he came over. "Yes, Miss Blake?" he asked. Sara, despite her sunglasses, looked up at him. "Everything is in place for the plan, correct?" she asked. He nodded. "Did you take care of...??" Sara didn't have to say it - her guard understood. "'Tis done, m'lady." the guard said. Sara nodded and relaxed back on the sunbed. "Thank you." she said. The guard nodded and walked back to his original place. Sara grinned to herself. Oh, she loved her life right now.
And she would always.
Name: Seraphina (Sara) Jessica Blake.
Age: 40
Job/Occupation: Criminal.
Appearance: Sara has long, browny-blonde hair and brown oval-shaped eyes. She stands at 5`7 in height (1.70 m) and has an athlete build. She's slim, but very strong even from appearance. She often wears pretty much anything...dresses, skirts, tops...you name it! At some point in her life Sara will dye her hair dark brown. Sara always wears a necklace with a skull on it, and doesn't want to be parted from it, ever. She lets people look at it though, and whoever tries to steal it will either be shot on the spot or severely hurt until they give it back. She had normal skin, not bottle white but not tanned either. Sort of in between.
Personality: Sara is brave, menacing, fierce and cold. She is often sarcastic, and is purely evil. She's always plotting new schemes, and has a black heart most of the time, but can be nice to people if she wants. Usually she doesn't though. She has a temper, but can control it when she tries extremely hard. She can fall for someone evil really easily, and gets sensitive about things like that, which often leads to frustration and anger. Sometimes Sara likes to get involved in things, which often turns out fine, but she's a bit of a meddler. She is polite even with her enemies, but is good at teasing and making snide remarks. Sara is also very fearless and bold, but she CAN get scared, like everyone.
History: Sara was born in the countryside, in a lovely little cottage with a lovely family. Four siblings, mother and father, grandparents, and an auntie and uncle and her cousins. Sara was good at first, helping them out and helping to raise them, but she once heard her parents discussing sending her to anger management classes because sometimes she got angry. Not around the little kids though. So at THAT moment Sara got angry, and wanted to get her own back, by being cold and sarcastic, no longer helping anyone out, and often setting traps for anyone to walk into, and most of the time they worked. Sometimes she spiked the food with pepper or hot chili sauce or something like that, but her anger wasn't satisfied. So it went on endlessly, until she left. She's never looked back.
She left at 17, got a flat, and that was when her evil side began to show through even more. She was involved in lots of crimes, nearly all of which she escaped punishment from, and she has killed before. All the way up until 40 she has avoided being fully punished for something. And now that her family are dead, there are no people to phone her up saying how disappointed in her they were. And Sara, despite all she does, never feels any mercy for people. And now, Sara lives in her 8th new flat, and hopes to stay there as it is a flat that nobody actually notices.
Anything else: She's always carrying a weapon of some sort.
RP Sample: Sara relaxed in her new flat. She felt like it was home here, and she really liked it. Her gun was positioned in her pocket, and though she was relaxed, she didn't know if she'd need it or not. It was always good to be prepared, she knew.
Sara gave her sunglasses, which were sitting on her head at this moment, a little prod and they slid over her eyes. She didn't need to push them up any further, so she rested her hands on the sunbeds arm rests, careful to keep her right hand near enough to her pocket so that she could get her gun if that was what it came to. She relaxed, and took in her surroundings, not needing to move her head much, save for a tiny tilt to look up. Birds, clouds, people bustling about; summer was relaxing.
Sara smiled to herself when her latest crime idea came to her head. She signaled to one of her guards and he came over. "Yes, Miss Blake?" he asked. Sara, despite her sunglasses, looked up at him. "Everything is in place for the plan, correct?" she asked. He nodded. "Did you take care of...??" Sara didn't have to say it - her guard understood. "'Tis done, m'lady." the guard said. Sara nodded and relaxed back on the sunbed. "Thank you." she said. The guard nodded and walked back to his original place. Sara grinned to herself. Oh, she loved her life right now.
And she would always.
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