Post by sallyseashell on Dec 24, 2006 16:01:19 GMT -5
Name: Sally Seashell
Nickname: Sal, Sally-seashell-sells-seashells-by-the-seashore.
Alias: Sally McPhree.
Age: 13
Blood Type: B positive.
Group: Psychopath
Weapons: Sally has a small pistol.
Personality: After the accident, she'd never been the same.
Sally now laughs to herself and sings songs aloud. She doesn't like
it when the dark comes either.
Physical Description: Sally had said that her green hair sorted her out
from the crowd. It made her different. She's 5'0" and has pale skin. She used to have beautiful happy blue eyes, if you look into them now..she's a lost little girl. She doesn't have any other change of clothes, just the star shirt and tan shorts, it doesn't bother her.
History: Before the accident: Sally was a happy child and enjoyed many things, especially self defense class. Sally had won many awards too. Her parents were happily married and she was an only child. Her smart parents didn't let her get spoiled though. This tomboy knew how to care for herself.
After the accident: Her short life ended spending a day alone at the mall. She'd been at school but decided to ditch instead. One of the monsters she feared as a child had finally gotten her. Now, she just sings aloud and occasionally hides in the corners begging for somebody to not hurt her, even though no one is around. It's like she's trapped inside her cold, dark, empty mind. She doesn't eat on people, she just licks up what's left over of the dead people and she'd rather eat candy canes and lolipops than nasty human flesh.
Sample Rp: Sally roughly slammed herself against the wall. She slid down, and it took her a while to actually reach the floor. She held her head and screamed aloud.
"Stop it mommy, the bugs don't like their wings to be picked off" she moaned.
Her face was hardened and wet with tears. She grabbed her bright green hair and pulled at it.
"You're hurting them! Pick pick pick the wings, wont stop picking.." she cried.
Nickname: Sal, Sally-seashell-sells-seashells-by-the-seashore.
Alias: Sally McPhree.
Age: 13
Blood Type: B positive.
Group: Psychopath
Weapons: Sally has a small pistol.
Personality: After the accident, she'd never been the same.
Sally now laughs to herself and sings songs aloud. She doesn't like
it when the dark comes either.
Physical Description: Sally had said that her green hair sorted her out
from the crowd. It made her different. She's 5'0" and has pale skin. She used to have beautiful happy blue eyes, if you look into them now..she's a lost little girl. She doesn't have any other change of clothes, just the star shirt and tan shorts, it doesn't bother her.
History: Before the accident: Sally was a happy child and enjoyed many things, especially self defense class. Sally had won many awards too. Her parents were happily married and she was an only child. Her smart parents didn't let her get spoiled though. This tomboy knew how to care for herself.
After the accident: Her short life ended spending a day alone at the mall. She'd been at school but decided to ditch instead. One of the monsters she feared as a child had finally gotten her. Now, she just sings aloud and occasionally hides in the corners begging for somebody to not hurt her, even though no one is around. It's like she's trapped inside her cold, dark, empty mind. She doesn't eat on people, she just licks up what's left over of the dead people and she'd rather eat candy canes and lolipops than nasty human flesh.
Sample Rp: Sally roughly slammed herself against the wall. She slid down, and it took her a while to actually reach the floor. She held her head and screamed aloud.
"Stop it mommy, the bugs don't like their wings to be picked off" she moaned.
Her face was hardened and wet with tears. She grabbed her bright green hair and pulled at it.
"You're hurting them! Pick pick pick the wings, wont stop picking.." she cried.