Post by raven on Jan 2, 2010 16:13:02 GMT -5
( RACHEL ANGELA ROTH )
is the name, nice to meet you too.
is the name, nice to meet you too.
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[/color][/font]SAY WE MET AT THE BAR ,
WHEN I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE.[/color][/font]
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SO KIDDO, WHATS YOUR NAME?[/COLOR]
Rachel Angela Roth. I took on a variation of my mother's birth name when I was enrolled into high school rather than come up with a fake name of my own. I'm not sure of its literal meaning, but that information is of no importance to me.
GOT ANY NICKNAMES?[/COLOR]
Raven. Some even call me Rae/Ray. I was born with this name and, though I have taken my mother's name in her honor, I would prefer you call me Raven above all else.
THANKS. JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?[/COLOR]
I am seventeen years old, though many don't believe me. But, I have been so since January 10.
JUST TO MAKE SURE – MALE OR FEMALE?[/COLOR]
I'm obviously a female.
EXCELLENT. WHAT WAY DO YOU SWING?[/COLOR]
Heterosexual is the only way I am in romantic relationships.
WAIT A MINUTE – YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE?[/COLOR]
Many people seem to believe I look like Lady Amaranth, but many people also seem to believe that all goths look the same.
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[/color][/font]COME ON AND FLY WITH ME ,
AS WE MAKE OUR GREAT ESCAPE.[/color][/font]
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I HEAR YOU'RE STILL IN SCHOOL. WHAT SCHOOL DO YOU ATTEND?[/COLOR]
I attend South High School.
SURE, SURE. AND WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?[/COLOR]
I am a Senior, meaning twelfth grade.
UH HUH. YOU LIKE IT THERE?[/COLOR]
All schools are typically one and the same, you go to learn. I enjoy learning, so I suppose I enjoy the school.
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[/color][/font]NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS TYPICAL ,
NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS PREDICTABLE.[/color][/font]
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JUST WONDERING – IS THIS HOW YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE MOST OF THE TIME?[/COLOR]
My hair is black and I refuse to bleach it or change it in any way. I will put the occasional colored hair extension in, though. As you can see, it is naturally straight and is currently long. I am, however, considering cutting it short.
THEY SAY THE EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL. TELL ME ABOUT YOURS.[/COLOR]
My eyes have been described as cat-like and deep by others. They are a gray color, which many people comment on and claim as odd.
AH. SO WHAT WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOUR BODY BUILD TO BE?[/COLOR]
I'm slender with some muscle to my build, though its not notable. I'm definitely not over weight and my feminine curves are not over-bearing. Overall, I would say I have the typical teenage girl's body build.
GREAT. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONAL STYLE?[/COLOR]
I wear mostly all black. I'm a typical goth, you could say. I have a Victorian touch to my outfits as well as a sort of modern "fetish" touch with things such as fishnets, leather, and latex. As stated before, most of my outfits are all black. On occasion, I might wear red, dark blue, or dark purple.
I SEE. ANY DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?[/COLOR]
I have no piercings or tattoos on my body. However, I have a red Chakra Gem on my forehead.
WHAT, IN YOUR OPINION, WOULD PEOPLE THINK OF YOU AT FIRST SIGHT?[/COLOR]
To get the obvious out of the way, a typical goth: constantly in thought, silent, mysterious, secretive, tragic... people tend to believe that I am anti-social, depressed, and even heartless. Not to mention they tend to believe I am in a cult or that I am likely to replicate the events of Columbine. It's for that reason that most people stay away from me and I from them.
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[/color][/font]I'M THE PRESS CONFERENCE ,
YOU'RE A CONVERSATION.[/color][/font]
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YOU'RE DOING GREAT. NOW TELL ME ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU LIKE.[/COLOR]
The color black, candle light, the night, reading, history, magic, and poetry.
MHM. WHAT ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE?[/COLOR]
Bright colors, brightly lit places, excessive talking, large masses of people, loud noises, cartoons, and my father.
GREAT. NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT.[/COLOR]
I have a very vast vocabulary, I am a psionic empath and telepath, I am a sorceress, I can heal myself and others (to an extent), I can perform astral projection, I can manipulate shadows and darkness, and I can hover/fly. I can also produce portals to move through various dimensions. I can also induce the Seven Deadly Sin of pride into others. In short, I have a very strong telekinetic sixth sense.
NOW YOUR WEAKNESSES. I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING SO LONG.[/COLOR]
My powers are emotional based, thus I have to work at keeping all my emotions in check unless I want to put people around me in danger. I try to have a monotone attitude to do so, which causes people to stray from me because they believe I care only for myself. For that reason, I am very protective and even a bit possessive of whatever few friends I can retain in my life, even if I do not show it. I am not the best at hand-to-hand combat, so there are others that can over-power me in that aspect. I should also mention that after using my power of the Seven Deadly Sins that I get sick for about a week. I also lack communication skills with others, being as I am used to people avoiding me.
YEAH..DO YOU HAVE ANY GOALS THAT YOU WISH TO ACCOMPLISH?[/COLOR]
The only goal I have in life is to protect those that can not protect themselves, the innocents of the world. Though this may sound rather corny, I want the world to be a better place and that's what I fight for.
MMM..WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
I fear being alone, I long for companions in life, though I'll never express it. I do not want to be the one people are too afraid of to get close to. I just want someone to like me as I am, even though I hide my emotions. I need someone that understand me. On another note, I have a fear of my father. He is a powerful, destructive being.
HAVE ANY HABITS OR QUIRKS? DON'T WORRY, I HAVE TOO.[/COLOR]
My finger and eye twitch when I am annoyed. I am also known for sarcastic remarks and stating the obvious to a situation.
EVERYONE HAS DEEP DARK SECRETS, RIGHT? YOURS? DON'T WORRY, I WON'T TELL A SOUL.[/COLOR]
My biggest secret would be my fear of being alone. I don not want people to believe I am needy or desperate. My only other attempt at a secret would be my father, I do not want anyone judging me based on him.
COULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN ONE WORD?[/COLOR]
Raven. That describes enough, I think.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF, OVERALL.[/COLOR]
As stated before, I try to keep a monotone expression and monotone emotions, which is done by bottling up how I really feel. I only show my true emotions in combat through the use of my powers, being as my powers are emotional based. I typically let others be and keep to myself, which I actually even do towards my friends. However, with any friends I make, I am a bit more open with them. I am also very protective and possessive, being as there are not many people I consider close to me. If you can manage to break through my tough exterior, then you'll find that I am actually fragile, scared, and even insecure. I care more than I let on about how people view me and feel about me, I want people to like me more than anything. Sometimes I just wish I was like everyone else.
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[/color][/font]PUT ON A SHOW ,
I WANNA SEE HOW YOU LOSE CONTROL.[/color][/font]
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DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?[/COLOR]
I have three half-brothers named Jared, Jacob, and Jesse. Besides their names and the fact that they have the power to induce one of the Seven Deadly Sins each, I know nothing about them.
LOVELY. MANY PEOPLE HAVE PETS – DO YOU?[/COLOR]
I have no pets.
FASCINATING. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND MY ASKING, BUT WHAT'S YOUR BACKGROUND?[/COLOR]
I am half Caucasian and half demon.
WELL, ALMOST DONE. BUT WHERE DO YOU LIVE APART FROM HERE?[/COLOR]
I live in a quieter part of the city, however I also have a home in Azarath, my birth place.
DO, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. DON'T WORRY, THIS IS THE LAST THING THAT I WILL BE ASKING.[/COLOR]
I was born on January 10 to the mortal woman Arella, previously known as Angela Rachel Roth by her own kind, and the powerful demon Trigon. My mother was as people see me now, a typical goth, and thus she came upon an occult wishing to destroy Trigon. Trigon had disguised himself as a male mortal to grow close to Angela and he impregnated her. Once she realized his true form, she fled and attempted suicide by an overdose of pills. It was then that she was taken to the Temple Azarath and modified her ways, being renamed Arella after the Azarathian Messenger Angel, as well as gave birth to me. After I was born, I ws handed over to the care of the high priestess, Azar. Azar is the woman who taught me how to control my emotions and my powers, but she died when I was just ten. It was after that that my mother, Arella, finally took responsibility of me. She revealed to me my parentage and continued to teach me. Not long after my sixteen birthday, I discovered that Trigon intends for me to be his portal from his own dimension, so I fled Azarath in search for help to keep that from ever happening. And so, here I am in South High School, learning exactly how to stop my father.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.[/COLOR]
I hope you do not expect me to open up to you again, this is the first and last time.
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[/color][/font]I'M GIVING UP SLOWLY ,
I'M BLENDING IN SO YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW ME.[/color][/font]
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Hey hey hey, my name is aerie[/COLOR],
and I am seventeen years old. I
am of the female species. I have
been roleplaying for about three years or so
now. My other characters here are no one yet!
Anyways, I have a couple of things to say:
teen titans go? xD.
So...bye! See you guys around.
Oh, and this is my rp sample:
The night thus far for Delia hadn’t been dreadfully boring, but it couldn’t have been classified as exciting; the hours just came through the window and fluttered right by out the door in a lazy manner, waving at her as it went.
Earlier that evening, she’d ventured out to harass a few wannabe gangbanger preteens that she caught spraying graffiti on the brick wall of an alley, a Jokerz alley. She would have been impressed with them for having such guts if it hadn’t have been for the fact that their graffiti art was typical amateur stuff, stupid little words like “dawg” and sentences stating they “were here.” That stuff really just ticked her off, sure, spray painting stuff could be pretty fun if you were doing it to warn others to back off your territory or pulling a “Jack the Ripper,” but stupid little things like “BUBBA BOI WAZ HURR”? That was a hell no, not on Jokerz land, they could take that to their neighbors’ houses or whatever it was little dregs thought made them look tough... like their English teacher that failed them last semester’s house, for example. Oh, so hardcore… not. It was despicable.
Another thing that Delia didn’t really take a fancy to were the self-proclaimed branches of The Jokerz running around like a pack of wild animals yelling out “Westside!” or “Northside!” or “Southside!” But they didn’t seem so enthusiastic and bold whenever the real Jokerz stepped out, most of them actually tried to kiss up. And, when that failed, they instead tried to act bad by waving around guns and going on and on about how their “honor was impugned.” It was hilarious watching them attempt to do something, but it was annoying how quickly they’d back off and kiss up again once over-powered. Sometimes, Delia preferred dealing with the preteen rats, at least they had some slight hope in possibly earning some respect, if they playing their cards right. Those other “Jokerz” that popped up had just stepped up expecting respect; they had no future, just vaporization. Unless, of course, they happened to come in handy in some aspect... but that never meant they were in, they had to prove they could stay handy.
After Delia had thrown the preteens back to the streets, she spent a few hours wandering around with some small crimes here and there, just some things to keep her attention occupied. When she was finally bored with that, she turned to video games, which is exactly what she’d been doing when she heard Deidre voice call out she’d returned from her own mischief. Almost immediately, she shut off the screen to her game and tossed aside the virtual reality helmet to go downstairs and greet her twin.
A big smile automatically spread across her face and she practically skipped into the room, “Welcome home, darling! How was work today?” She gigged, having mocked the tone of a typical sitcom housewife when she spoke, then moved over next to J-Man, “Jay, what’s crackin’? I thought you’d still be asleep.” It was then that she noticed all the money laying about that her twin was counting and her expression changed to that of excitement, “How much this time, DeeDee? You have to tell me everything!”
Earlier that evening, she’d ventured out to harass a few wannabe gangbanger preteens that she caught spraying graffiti on the brick wall of an alley, a Jokerz alley. She would have been impressed with them for having such guts if it hadn’t have been for the fact that their graffiti art was typical amateur stuff, stupid little words like “dawg” and sentences stating they “were here.” That stuff really just ticked her off, sure, spray painting stuff could be pretty fun if you were doing it to warn others to back off your territory or pulling a “Jack the Ripper,” but stupid little things like “BUBBA BOI WAZ HURR”? That was a hell no, not on Jokerz land, they could take that to their neighbors’ houses or whatever it was little dregs thought made them look tough... like their English teacher that failed them last semester’s house, for example. Oh, so hardcore… not. It was despicable.
Another thing that Delia didn’t really take a fancy to were the self-proclaimed branches of The Jokerz running around like a pack of wild animals yelling out “Westside!” or “Northside!” or “Southside!” But they didn’t seem so enthusiastic and bold whenever the real Jokerz stepped out, most of them actually tried to kiss up. And, when that failed, they instead tried to act bad by waving around guns and going on and on about how their “honor was impugned.” It was hilarious watching them attempt to do something, but it was annoying how quickly they’d back off and kiss up again once over-powered. Sometimes, Delia preferred dealing with the preteen rats, at least they had some slight hope in possibly earning some respect, if they playing their cards right. Those other “Jokerz” that popped up had just stepped up expecting respect; they had no future, just vaporization. Unless, of course, they happened to come in handy in some aspect... but that never meant they were in, they had to prove they could stay handy.
After Delia had thrown the preteens back to the streets, she spent a few hours wandering around with some small crimes here and there, just some things to keep her attention occupied. When she was finally bored with that, she turned to video games, which is exactly what she’d been doing when she heard Deidre voice call out she’d returned from her own mischief. Almost immediately, she shut off the screen to her game and tossed aside the virtual reality helmet to go downstairs and greet her twin.
A big smile automatically spread across her face and she practically skipped into the room, “Welcome home, darling! How was work today?” She gigged, having mocked the tone of a typical sitcom housewife when she spoke, then moved over next to J-Man, “Jay, what’s crackin’? I thought you’d still be asleep.” It was then that she noticed all the money laying about that her twin was counting and her expression changed to that of excitement, “How much this time, DeeDee? You have to tell me everything!”
