Post by rissa on Aug 26, 2007 14:13:10 GMT
THE ACTOR
[/size][/b]Name: Rachz
Age: 14
Means of Contact: MSN: desperatum@hotmail.co.uk / AIM: xOhGodDelilahx / Neopets: Randyolasy
Role playing Experience: I've roleplayed a lot on various different sites, on Neopets and A Marauders' one being the main ones now other than on MSN. I've been roleplaying for about a year.
Your Activity Level: I'd say 9, because I'm on the computer most days.
Other Characters: I don't really understand. D:
THE PART
[/center][/b]Full Name: Rissa Adams
Nickname
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Date of Birth: 17th November
Mother: Verity Adams
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None as far as is known.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
ON THE OUTSIDE
[/center]Appearance: Rissa is of an average height for her age, but a lot less tanned. This probably comes from her living almost completely in the dark due to an apparent hatred for sunlight and bright colours, other than red. Her skin, though soft is sallow and thin, making her appear rather fragile. Dark Auburn, almost scarlet, hair falls to just above her chin, cut into a tidy bob. Her ginger eyelashes, circle her eyes giving the impression that they're edged with blood, sharp against her emerald green irises. As she gazes into space, she seems to be X-raying her surroundings, though she doesn't seem to quite register the results.
When she dresses, she tends to go for a monochromatic colour scheme, opting for greys and blacks rather than browns and greens. The only exception to this theme would be the tight, red corset-top in which she constantly resides. Her expression is usually a digruntled one, else one of complete nonchallance unless someone walks into the room in which she is; her face would then light up considerably.
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ON THE INSIDE
[/center]Personality: When alone Rissa often mumbles under her breath, it is apparent that she does this without thinking or even noticing the words leaving her mouth, as if she cannot keep her thoughts inside. This means that she often insults people, letting anything she thinks spill out of her mouth with no control. She can spend hours staring at the same spot on a wall, having no concept of time.
When in company, her personality changes conciderably if they speak to her. She will become talkative and even attempts to be seductive on occasion. If ignored she is prone to becoming angry and even violent, tending to start shouting for no apparent reason. This also can lead to mood-swings where one moment she will be shouting at the top of her voice, the next curling up in a corner and moaning quietly under her breath, eyes fearful.
When she is left alone for a long time, she will talk as if other people are in the room. People she thinks are there, but aren't. This is best avoided as it comes coupled with the affore mentioned rages.
Likes: Company, Flirting, The dark.
Dislikes: Light, Bright colours, being ignored, being alone.
Habits: Mumbling, Flirting, Talking in a sing-song voice.
Quirks:Sharp Movements, Bursting into song in the middle of sentences. These songs are not usually the most appropriate.
IN THE PAST
History: Not much is known about Rissa's past. She was brought to the Asylum by her mother, a middle-aged woman, who claimed to be too old and ill to care for her any longer. The woman died two days after leaving Rissa in the Asylum's care; cause of death: Unknown. Rissa didn't seem too bothered when she was informed, she just started singing quietly to herself and returned to her usual, if abnormal, behaviour. Rizz has no known siblings and no other family to extract any information about her past from as her father has not been found.
Relationships with Parents: Weak, if any.
Relationships with siblings: n/a
BACK TO THE PRESENT
Role play Sample: The common room was almost empty, that is except for two, red-headed boys. They were huddled in the corner over a small, mahogany table. It was obvious, even at first glance that they were siblings, they were identicle - down to the last of the freckles on their lightly tanned faces. Often people got them mixed up; this was easy as they had very similar personalities. Both were outgoing serial pranksters, and they never seemed to be apart. Fred and George, inseperable.
George was the one on the right, today he was only distinguisable from his brother by his lack of tie. He was holding the pen over a large peice of yellowing parchment, ticking things off.
Through the narrow, slightly tinted window shone a long beam of sunlight, seemingly magnified by the glass it made the room quite stuffy. Outside it shone down on a gorgeous summer's day.
Summer, George's favourite time of year, excluding Christmas that is. He loved the way the sun heated his hair, making him feel warm and happy.
Unfortunately for the rest of the school, George's happiness came with his hyperactivity and a very high (higher than normal that is) pranking rate. At this very moment even, he and his sibling were planning just such a thing.
His eyes, a sea green that seemed to mirror those of his twin, were reading a list he had prepared a few moments earlier, checking that everything was ready. The Weasley Twins pranks weren't, as most people thought, entirely spontanious and consisting of throwing dungbombs then running away. No, their pranks were all thoroughly planned, escape routes, consequences, everything had been considered before hand.
"Invisi-Spray?" He asked Fred, checking they had everything they needed to pull the prank off was one of the most important things. Everyone knew that without the correct equipment, nothing could take place; and if it did, it wouldn't be anything at all spectacular.
AND
The two boys shuffled along the passage, each hauling a barrel of dark orange liquid. Firewhisky.
The boy with dark hair and grey eyes had had the idea. The last collection before the party. But he was now starting to regret it. Who on Earth had put these barrels into irremovable racks? It was ridiculous. He heaved a little more.
Inch by inch, the other boy grew more red and tired. Peter Pettigrew had only come along to help Sirius. He hadn't realised heavy lifting was involved, else he wouldn't have come. His plump arms felt like they were about to be pulled from their sockets.
Heave. Heave. Heave.
His blonde hair was streaked with wet, darker patches where sweat dripped.
They were nearly back now. Good.
Sirius arrived at the end first, removed his wand from his back pocket (if Moody had been there, he would surely cringe) and tapped the seamless wall infront of him.
"Dissendium," The word came out as a whisper, Sirius panted as the wall seemed to melt away in front of him. "Not far now Wormtail. When we get out we can Leviosa them,"
Peters face wrinkled with relief as he dragged his barrel out. As soon as he was able, Peter let go of the barrel and sat on it. He wore the expression of someone who'd just run 60 miles. Without stopping.
"Never." He started, taking breaths between words. "Make. Me. Do. That...Again,"
Sirius felt similar to how Peter looked, but it was not his way to act exhausted.
"Oh come on Wormtail," He said cheerily, "Wingardium Leviosa!" He flicked his wand in the direction of his barrel which, obediently began to hover in mid-air.
They'd better get a move on before they were caught. Firewhisky was an illegal substance for students within Hogwarts. This was one of the main reason they'd wanted to get it so badly. "Chop, Chop Petey!" He chirped before leading his barrel down the corridor toward that of the Room of Requirement.
Peter reluctantly got up, flicked his own wand at the remaining barrel and led it, if a little less gracefully to follow Sirius.
Sirius and Peter, complete with at least 30 gallons of Firewhisky paced back and forth in front of the section of wall where the Room of Requirement was known to reside. Party-time, Party-time, Party-time
A wooden door appeared.
"In," Sirius said gesturing with his wand to the door he'd just opened. The whisky flew in, followed by Peter and his barrel.
Sirius turned to close the door behind him.
The magic phrase:In a world as big as this it's not hard to feel alone.
