Post by Rowan Blair on Nov 6, 2012 12:00:37 GMT -5
ROWANannBLAIR
your love is mine for the taking
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"I don't say much. It's not because I'm dumb or I have nothing to say either. I always have something to say, but I must restrain myself from hurting other people around me. If I spoke my mind all the time, I'm pretty sure I'd get kicked out of school and other public places 24/7."[/center]
my love is just waiting
THE BASICS
to turn your tears to roses
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THE BASICS
to turn your tears to roses
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FULL NAME|| rowan ann blair
NICKNAME(S)|| n/a
AGE|| nineteen
GENDER|| female
BIRTHDAY|| june twentith
SEXUALITY|| heterosexual
NATIONALITY|| irish
GRADE|| sophomore
MAJOR|| writer/education and teaching
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i will be the one that's gonna hold you
THE APPEARENCE
i will be the one that you run to
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THE APPEARENCE
i will be the one that you run to
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HAIR|| bright red
EYES|| blue/green
HEIGHT/WEIGHT|| 5'4'', 127 lbs
PIERCINGS|| ears only
TATTOOS|| n/a
GENERAL DESCRIPTION|| rowan is a very petite girl, who doesn't have very much muscle on her. you can always catch her in jeans and a t-shirt however, as she hates dresses and skirts. even if she is "forced" to wear one, she will wear converse to match her outfit. she likes to look nice, but not get in the way of her comfort zone. she eats like she is a bottomless pit, but stays in her range of 127 pounds. she's lazy to the bone, but she dances, so that's how she stays so small. her vibrant red hair, as people may guess, isn't really her real hair color. her usual hair color is a blond, but it didn't "fit" her well.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES|| red hair, bright eyes
PLAYED BY|| erika altosaar
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my love is a burning, consuming fire
THE PERSONALITY
no you'll never be alone
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THE PERSONALITY
no you'll never be alone
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LIKES||
• reading
• writing
• small animals
• video games
• comedy movies
DISLIKES||
• small spaces
• idiots
• spiders
• white chocolate
• coffee
HOPE/DREAMS|| get a book published
FEARS|| never getting anywhere after college
SECRETS|| wanted to be a ballet dancer, but her parents are forcing her into education
CRIMINAL RECORD|| n/a
GENERAL PERSONALITY|| rowan is usually a very quiet person. she tends to keep to herself unless she is forced to be in a group project. rowan is quite good at hiding her emotions from people, just nodding and perhaps giving a half-smile towards people. rowan just wants to be a dancer, not like that you pervs. like ballet dancing and what not. she's pretty good at it, but her parents were like, no and made her go to college. rowan wanted to go to an arts college, but noooo, her parents wanted her to "be something in life". she never lets anyone see her works, unless her english teacher of course. she can be highly secretive about her family and whatnot.
when darkness comes i'll light the night with stars
[/color][/i]THE HISTORY
hear my whispers in the dark
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HOMETOWN|| dublin, ireland
PARENTS|| peter blair; 45; lawyer
mary blair; 42; nurse
SIBLINGS|| n/a
OTHER FAMILY|| n/a
SPOUSE|| n/a
CHILDREN|| n/a
HISTORY|| peter and mary had been married for quite awhile before rowan was ever put into the picture. before rowan was born, the happy couple lived in dublin as the "power couple" of the years. they were quite wealthy and had everything they could ever dream for. rowan got into the picture as a simple oops scenerio. the couple talked about if they should have a child or not for quite a while, and when mary became pregnant whether or not they should get an abortion or not. well, obviously, they decided to keep the child. the first few years were quite simple. a baby. what could be so awful that all their friends had complained about?
even as a child, rowan tended to keep to herself. she would never be much of a bother to her folks, and at one point, her parents thought she was mute. rowan was mute, she just was more quite than the other children in school. she quickly showed an interest in dance at the age of seven. her mother let her take dance lessons, trying to get her out there a little more; which it did help her make more friends, but still a silent child of course. rowan was quite good at what she put her mind to; her parents obviously saw that. they quickly pushed her towards more academic things so that she could be very successful in life as well. she pushed everything away, except for writing.
in secondary school, she had quickly become on top of the game. other students hated her company, even though she wasn't much for talking still. it just seemed like her main goal in life was to prove people wrong in everything. that seemed to be the only time she spoke up too; her parents just let it go and continued on with life. when it was time for her to enter college, she looked for ages to find a perfect school to fit her; her parents did the same thing, but tried to find a school that would make her rich and fantastic in life. that's where they found the royal academy. she didn't want to go, but since her parents were paying, she kind of had to. her parents flew her out to dove, new york and she began her first year.
she got through her first year with no problems, and is in her second year currently.
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my love is just waiting
THE ROLEPLAYER
to clothe you in crimson roses
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THE ROLEPLAYER
to clothe you in crimson roses
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ALIAS|| kayla
AGE|| eighteen
HOW DID YOU FIND US|| an ad
PASSWORD|| *****[Edited by: the DEAN]
ANYTHING ELSE|| n/a
RP SAMPLE||
His music was blaring from the small iHome thingy that his brother had managed to get him for Christmas this past year as Mingus had taken his usual spot on the couch. JD would usually be watching television in his boxers, right beside Mingus, but not tonight. Tonight he was sliding around his hard wood floors trying to make his crummy apartment not look like a wreck. He had his date with Cassadee tonight and he was going to make sure that everything was perfect, or close to it. He did the main room first, the living room. He shooed Mingus off the couch so he could pick up his dirty laundry and sweep up in there. He made a game out of throwing his dirty laundry into a basket like a basketball game or something. It made cleaning more fun for him. He did a time check. 5:30. He still had a half an hour to make the house look presentable and himself look presentable. He tried to vacuum up all the dog hair from Mingus and then moved on to the kitchen. It was a good thing that he just did some dishes or else this would have been a disaster in the making. He quickly put up the clean dishes and refilled the dishwasher with as many dirty dishes as he could to fit in there. He wiped off the counter and the table and then proceeded to get out some pots and pans for making the actual dinner tonight.
After he cleaned the kitchen, he noticed Mingus had taken his spot back on the couch. JD looked at Mingus and pointed his finger at him, "I'm watching you." Mingus hid his face in his paws and JD went off to tidy up the bathroom. He'd never really had a legit guest over before. Jacob came over and stayed the night almost every weekend, but he was his brother so he could get over the mess. Mason didn't really care that much either, so he didn't have to worry about him either. One he thought about it, he'd never had a girl over to his place before. In the past years, he's always gotten a hotel room or gone to the girl's house who he would, well, ya know, do business with and then scaddadle the next morning. However, this was a legit date. He closed his shower curtain, made sure there was a fresh roll of toilet paper out and cleaned up his sink mess. It wasn't until right now how messy he realized that he was. Toothpaste almost covered the sink as well as other items, like face wash. He just took a towel to it and wiped it all up and proceeded to throw the towel in the dirty laundry basket.
After everything was said and done, his apartment didn't look half bad. There could always be improvements of course, but for tonight, it was good. He grabbed his phone and had a text from Cassadee saying she would be over in a few minutes. He quickly texted back saying that he was ready when she got here and noticed that he still was in his boxers. He flipped shit and ran back into his room, sliding into his dresser. He should be more careful about this whole wooden floor thing and socks. He just picked up a pair of jeans that smelled okay and didn't look dirty. He did the same with a shirt and white undershirt. He buttoned up only half the buttons and rolled his sleeves up. He checked himself in the mirror and fixed his hair a little bit, just running his fingers through it. He took a deep breath and decided to pick up his room a little bit, even though they wouldn't be in there of course. He piled all his dirty laundry into the normal corner of the room it was in and made his bed. He put his lap top up and tried to make his room look somewhat okay, just in case she wanted a 'grand tour' of the apartment.
He still had about five minutes to kill and started to play a little guitar. He went out to the living room and picked up the acoustic and made sure it was in tune. He turned off the music that the iHome was playing and played a few chords and hummed along with the tune that he was playing. He looked at his phone and checked the time. 6:03. He sighed and took a deep breath. Cassadee should be here any minute now. He got off the couch, put the guitar back on the stand with his electric guitar and turned on a 'more quiet' playlist and turned the volume down. He turned on the stove to start heating up the pans and the pot. Chicken alfredo was on the menu for tonight. It was his favorite and had mastered the reciepe that he didn't even need to look at the card for it anymore. He got out the pasta, put water in the pot, and got out the other ingredients. Just like that, he heard a knock at the door. He carefully slid and looked at himself in the small mirror in the door. He ran his hand through his hair again and pulled down his shirt. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"Why hello there," he greeted her. He held his arm out, "Please come in. You can set your stuff pretty much anywhere you want and can take your shoes off if you want to." He noticed that there was a random pair of boxers just laying dead on the couch. He shifted his gaze to Cassadee and then back to the boxers. He quickly used his sock magic slidy-ness to grab the boxers and toss them in his bedroom. He quickly closed the bed room door behind him and smiled. "Er...sorry. I was just cleaning up a little before you got here. Kitchen is right over there," he said as he walked and pointed towards the obvious place where the kitchen was. He poured the pasta into the pot and the steam flew up and hit him in the face. He waved his hand back and forth to try and escape the watery death trap and looked back to see Cassadee. "Want a drink?" he quickly asked going to his fridge, "I have mountain dew, milk, coffee, and water from the tap." He got himself out a mountain dew. He hoped that Cassadee didn't find him too weird. The poor guy wasn't really used to having to give hospitality; Mason and Jacob usually got their own shit. "Feel free to help yourself to anything. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes." Hopefully, she wouldn't get too tired of him until then.
After he cleaned the kitchen, he noticed Mingus had taken his spot back on the couch. JD looked at Mingus and pointed his finger at him, "I'm watching you." Mingus hid his face in his paws and JD went off to tidy up the bathroom. He'd never really had a legit guest over before. Jacob came over and stayed the night almost every weekend, but he was his brother so he could get over the mess. Mason didn't really care that much either, so he didn't have to worry about him either. One he thought about it, he'd never had a girl over to his place before. In the past years, he's always gotten a hotel room or gone to the girl's house who he would, well, ya know, do business with and then scaddadle the next morning. However, this was a legit date. He closed his shower curtain, made sure there was a fresh roll of toilet paper out and cleaned up his sink mess. It wasn't until right now how messy he realized that he was. Toothpaste almost covered the sink as well as other items, like face wash. He just took a towel to it and wiped it all up and proceeded to throw the towel in the dirty laundry basket.
After everything was said and done, his apartment didn't look half bad. There could always be improvements of course, but for tonight, it was good. He grabbed his phone and had a text from Cassadee saying she would be over in a few minutes. He quickly texted back saying that he was ready when she got here and noticed that he still was in his boxers. He flipped shit and ran back into his room, sliding into his dresser. He should be more careful about this whole wooden floor thing and socks. He just picked up a pair of jeans that smelled okay and didn't look dirty. He did the same with a shirt and white undershirt. He buttoned up only half the buttons and rolled his sleeves up. He checked himself in the mirror and fixed his hair a little bit, just running his fingers through it. He took a deep breath and decided to pick up his room a little bit, even though they wouldn't be in there of course. He piled all his dirty laundry into the normal corner of the room it was in and made his bed. He put his lap top up and tried to make his room look somewhat okay, just in case she wanted a 'grand tour' of the apartment.
He still had about five minutes to kill and started to play a little guitar. He went out to the living room and picked up the acoustic and made sure it was in tune. He turned off the music that the iHome was playing and played a few chords and hummed along with the tune that he was playing. He looked at his phone and checked the time. 6:03. He sighed and took a deep breath. Cassadee should be here any minute now. He got off the couch, put the guitar back on the stand with his electric guitar and turned on a 'more quiet' playlist and turned the volume down. He turned on the stove to start heating up the pans and the pot. Chicken alfredo was on the menu for tonight. It was his favorite and had mastered the reciepe that he didn't even need to look at the card for it anymore. He got out the pasta, put water in the pot, and got out the other ingredients. Just like that, he heard a knock at the door. He carefully slid and looked at himself in the small mirror in the door. He ran his hand through his hair again and pulled down his shirt. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"Why hello there," he greeted her. He held his arm out, "Please come in. You can set your stuff pretty much anywhere you want and can take your shoes off if you want to." He noticed that there was a random pair of boxers just laying dead on the couch. He shifted his gaze to Cassadee and then back to the boxers. He quickly used his sock magic slidy-ness to grab the boxers and toss them in his bedroom. He quickly closed the bed room door behind him and smiled. "Er...sorry. I was just cleaning up a little before you got here. Kitchen is right over there," he said as he walked and pointed towards the obvious place where the kitchen was. He poured the pasta into the pot and the steam flew up and hit him in the face. He waved his hand back and forth to try and escape the watery death trap and looked back to see Cassadee. "Want a drink?" he quickly asked going to his fridge, "I have mountain dew, milk, coffee, and water from the tap." He got himself out a mountain dew. He hoped that Cassadee didn't find him too weird. The poor guy wasn't really used to having to give hospitality; Mason and Jacob usually got their own shit. "Feel free to help yourself to anything. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes." Hopefully, she wouldn't get too tired of him until then.
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Credit goes to Wraith at Shadowplay.