Post by BLAKELY MARIE WHITFIELD on Mar 11, 2009 23:24:57 GMT -5
BLAKELY MARIE WHITFIELD
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You pick the insects off plants,
No time to think of consequences.[/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED
FULL NAME: Blakely Marie Whitfield.
NICKNAMES: Blake or Whit.
SEX: Female.
AGE: Seventeen.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual.
ETHNICITY: German / American.
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION
FACE CLAIM: Hannah Beth.
HAIR: Black.
EYES: Light Blue.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'6" & 130lbs.
BODY TYPE: Petite.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Nose piercing, Monroe Piercing, and her Pale Skin.
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME
LIKES:
- Parties.
- Fruity Candy.
- Boys & Girls.
- Burgers.
- Old Fashioned Diners.
- Loud Music.
- Music in general.
- Writing.
- Singing.
- Dancing.
- Kissing.
- Cats & Ferrets.
Sex.
DISLIKES:
- Strict Parentals.
- Her Grandmother.
- Police.
- Facebook.
- School.
- Assholes.
- Religion.
- Mushrooms.
- People who stutter.
- Horses & Dogs.
- Steak.
- Peanut Butter.
STRENGTHS:
- Able to state her mind.
- Assertive, but Kind.
- She can handle trash talk directed at her.
- She knows when to hold her tongue. So in dire situations, she can keep her mouth shut and just go with it.
- Her body is a temple ; at least in her eyes it is.
- She can remember faces, but names just don't come to her.
WEAKNESSES:
- Boys & Girls.
- Money.
- Dancing.
- Blakely tends to trust people too easily if they seem nice enough.
HABITS/QUIRKS:
- Fingernail Biting when Nervous.
- Leg Bouncing when bored.
- Play's with her earrings when bored.
- Get's loud if she does something embarassing.
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS
PARENTS: [Mother] Jackie Lyn Whitfield | 45 | Local Waitress | Living.
[Father] Marshal Richard Rowlk | 48 | Unemployed | Deceased.
[Mother's Boyfriend] Joshua Roell Livington | 43 | Farm Hand | Living.
SIBLINGS: None.
OTHER FAMILY: Mother's side [Grandmother] Marietta Santiago Whitfield | 65 | Retired | Alive.
Mother's side [Grandfather] Timothy Frank Whitfield | 66 | Priest | Living.
Father's side [Grandmother] Theresa Marie Rowlk | 70 | Deceased.
Father's side [Grandfather] Rocko Richard Rowlk | 76 | Deceased.
[Aunt, Mother's Sister] Jane Kim Whitfield | 42 | A small buisness owner | Living.
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU
MEMBER TITLE: PARTY HARDY BBY.[/color] Blakely whispered to herself and rolled her thin frame so her back faced the curtain. Sleep was what she needed at the moment.
STEREOTYPE Slut.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: I can write more, but I can't find my usual sample at the moment :[...Blakley's heart pounded almost constantly on the bus, she was attached to one of the front windows where the drive was, but was in the bathroom. She voted to drive until he got back and had a quick break for some food. It was a full day since they left the camp site... a FULL day, and most of them didn't sleep. They couldn't wait to play their first concert on such a large tour, that many were looking forward to. Hearing the toilet in the back flush, she glanced in the read view mirror and signaled to pull over so the driver could switch with her, practice was needed. Putting on the flashing lights, she stood up and made her way towards the bunks.
Weeving through clothes and other bare necessities of her bandmates, she moved towards her bunk and slipped into it slowly, pulling her curtain back and flicking on the light. Downtime was needed, she need to rest, relax and wait for the first venue. "Should I be nervous? Excited?"
A few hours later, Blakely's eyes opened when the bus rolled to a halt... she could see out of her little bunk window that people were already waiting outside in line for this concert. Some had noticed the buses, others were chatting, cheering, throwing around a vollyball, and just waiting for the fun to begin. Pulling the dark curtain back, she stood up slowly while letting her feet drag her into the other room. Maybe it was time to head out and see the fans? They did get there a little late, and she had techs to bring their stuff in. Testing would be an issue later, not now. "My real first time, in a city, out of Maine,"[/color] she grinned slowly and snatched up her sunglasses from the rack they had for keys and everything of that sort. Slipping on her shoes and her sunglasses at the same time, her voice rang out through the bus. "Going out for a bit! Call the cell if you need anything!"[/color] she was already out the door when the last bit of words spilled from her mouth.
Closing up the bus, she walked around to look up at the metrodome's entrance, the over sized monument... so the band was going to play here? How many people did it hold, she could only guess. [/size][/quote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
