Post by louisa on May 27, 2011 2:19:25 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
You look like shit, is that in style now?
NAME Louisa Beth Bransen.
AGE Twenty-Two.
DOB October 13.
SPECIES Human.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Hetero.
ALLEGIANCE Undecided.
OCCUPATION Witch.
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR Brunette
EYES Green-Blue
PERSONAL STYLE
Louisa always kept very close with the fashion magazines. She fancied herself a wanna-be model all through what most called her high-school career and what she called Hell with fluorescent lighting. She wears somber colors, generally maroons, dark reds, blacks, and whites. She keeps her look clean and fresh with a hint of fashionista thrown in for good measure. Her hair is always perfectly styled. Even when it is "messy" it is because she styled to look casual for the day. She won't appear in public without first having done something to create what she called "Public B".
PLAY BY Haley Bennett
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES
_shopping
_flirting
_bar hopping
_spicy food
_being treated to things cause she's a girl
_running
_reading, on occasion
_travelling
_seeming perfect to strangers
_self-defense
DISLIKES
_unwanted charity
_complete silence
_family
_being in one place too long
_"settling down"
_paying for drinks
_being disrespected
_people calling her "Louisa" or any other variation of the name
STRENGTHS
_Hand to Hand Combat
_Never gets too attached
WEAKNESSES
_Distrusting
_Literally alone in the world
SPECIAL SKILLS
_Recently discovered art of witchcraft
_Hand to hand combat
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU
(1) bitch. B has a knack for being a complete and total bitch to pretty much everyone. If she doesn't know you, it's for sure and if she does then there is no guarantee she likes you at all. Unfortunately, drunk men see bitchiness as a rather attractive quality in a woman playing hard to get.
(2) loner. Ever since she was little, B has been alone. Because of this she has a serious aversion to getting attached to anyone. This was made worse only a few short years ago by a man.
(3) fighter. B will never take anything lying down. Because of this she is often fighting with people and causing arguments amongst herself and others she meets.
(4) curious. Because of her travels, she is always learning and experiencing tons of new things. This is mostly because she is a generally very curious person who tends to do more research into things than a regular person would.
(5) stubborn. In short, it's B's way or the highway. In most cases, she hits the highway not the antagonizer.
(6) calculating. In regards to this, it means she is always deceiving and/or tricking others into beliving things about her she is not. She very rarely gives her true name to strangers and to others they merely know her as "B".
(7) one-night stand. Like any other girl who likes to bar hop and show off her smokin self, Beth sleep around a little. Of course she will never still be there when the sun comes up. To some men, she is a dream come true.
(8) crafty. B is quick to think up lies and easily pulls them off with no hint at all that she would be saying anything other than the truth.
(9) rich. Formally married and officially a rich widower, people who knew her would think of her as a Gold Digger not that anyone thinks about "Louisa" anymore.
(10) observant. B often notices things about people and places that others don't and she notices them quickly. Because of this strange skill, she can find the little buttons that when pushed throw even the most sweet people into a tizzy.
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN New York City, New York (See History for Details)
PARENTS Unknown
SIBLINGS Unknown
SIGNIFICANT OTHER Brett Bransen, 20, Husband (Deceased)
OFFSPRING None
HISTORY
The story of Louisa Beth Gardner starts in a park in a small town when Louisa was aged ten. In reality, Louisa never even knew the name of the town she woke up in or anything like that. All she knew was that she was alone. Everything about herself including family,friends, and any home she may have had before Friday, October 13 that year was completely gone. And so she left where it was and set out on the road.
She found that it wasn't difficult to trick people in to giving her a ride someplace. She simply had to pretend to cry and someone would pull over,ask if she were lost, and she was in. Because of her strange ability of extreme observance, she would know whether to answer the question "yes" and safely travel with the people or "no" and run away from them.
As she got older, she taught herself that being alone was the best way to do things. She had never been formally trained in a school but her curiosity and desire to know things drove her through libraries all over the country. By the time she was seventeen, she had already squired enough information to put her through college easily,not that she knew that.
It was in New York City, New York that her traveler's life changed for the time being. She met a man in a bar named Brett Bransen. He was everything she'd dreamed about after endless nights reading The Count of Monte Cristo. Good-looking, intelligent, and ridiculously wealthy. After a cheesy romantic scene for a bad movie, Louisa was hooked. It wasn't long befor ehe proposed and they got marries. She was only eighteen years old.
She thought things were going great. She had a job as a self-defense instructor at a night school and a home to go back to every night, No more running. But then Brett's family hit disaster. Over-night both his parents and his young sister were murdered in their home leaving him with all his inheritance and no family. Of course, things took a turn for the worst because Louisa had no people skills and didn't know how to help him. In the end, he killed himself leaving Louisa alone with all his money and no where to spend it.
It was in this moment that she turned away from the world of love and thought of settling down and making a family forever. She felt she had experienced that bit of life and didn't find the outcome very enjoyable so not it was a taboo subject for her. And with this,her traveling lifestyle began again, this time fully funded by her dead husband and his family.
After her life in NYC, she wanted to abandon anything that reminded her of Brett and what she lost. She started going by her middle name, Beth, because being called Louisa brought back unpleasant memories, and that somehow got shortened to "B" when she started showing signs of random powers. She thought herself invincible and continues on this way.
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS Athena
RP EXPERIENCE Eleven long beautiful years babe
OTHER CHARACTERS None ATM
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
From a Harry Potter Site :)
The sun filtered in through the window and penetrated Jaden's eye lids. It was the same kind of sunlight that came with the loud buzz of voices from the road at her own home but here...Where was here exactly? She opened her eyes begrudgingly, and found herself laying one her side glaring at a very large room that, when properly lit like now, looked a lot nicer than it had last night.
Last Night. She closed her eyes tightly trying to remember exactly what happened. She remembered most of what she had thought to be a dream upon waking but given the circumstances it seems to be true. She rolled over in the large bed and opened one eye, sure enough Harley was there, sleeping like a rock. She couldn't hold in the giggle as she sat up quickly. Her head throbbed painfully as she climbed out of the bed and went searching around the room for some clothing. She found her red converse where she had left them after changing and was happy to find her clothing from the Leaky Cauldron to be dry. She pulled the black tank top over her head and then pulled on her jean shorts which were still a little damp but she didn't mind.
The damp shorts reminded her of the water on the table in the corner. She poured herself a glass and gulped at it slowly trying to ease the headache that made her whole body sore...or at least that it was she was telling herself in her mind as she sat down on the couch and glared into her glass of clear, freezing liquid (she assumed it was still cold due to magic).
Last Night. She closed her eyes tightly trying to remember exactly what happened. She remembered most of what she had thought to be a dream upon waking but given the circumstances it seems to be true. She rolled over in the large bed and opened one eye, sure enough Harley was there, sleeping like a rock. She couldn't hold in the giggle as she sat up quickly. Her head throbbed painfully as she climbed out of the bed and went searching around the room for some clothing. She found her red converse where she had left them after changing and was happy to find her clothing from the Leaky Cauldron to be dry. She pulled the black tank top over her head and then pulled on her jean shorts which were still a little damp but she didn't mind.
The damp shorts reminded her of the water on the table in the corner. She poured herself a glass and gulped at it slowly trying to ease the headache that made her whole body sore...or at least that it was she was telling herself in her mind as she sat down on the couch and glared into her glass of clear, freezing liquid (she assumed it was still cold due to magic).
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
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