Royce Fleming

[roycie]

( ROYCE ROOK FLEMING )
is the name, nice to meet you too.

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SAY WE MET AT THE BAR ,
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SO KIDDO, WHATS YOUR NAME?[/COLOR]
The name's Royce. Royce Rook Fleming. Don't mind the weird middle one, my dad was a huge chess nerd. Me and my younger siblings all have the misfortune of being named after chess pieces.
GOT ANY NICKNAMES?[/COLOR]
Some people like to call me Roycie but those are also the sort I'd like to jab in the eye. I don't like nicknames, especially those cutesy sorts. Gag.
THANKS. JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?[/COLOR]
Seventeen years old. But I hate being treated like a kid. Just because I'm not some decrepit old mummy does not mean I'm an idiot. The ability to merely survive does not make anyone superior. If that were true we'd all be worshipping cockroaches.
JUST TO MAKE SURE – MALE OR FEMALE?[/COLOR]
You can't tell? I'm insulted. Clearly I'm a girl! These ain't hams I'm smuggling under my blouse, y'know!
EXCELLENT. WHAT WAY DO YOU SWING?[/COLOR]
Sorry ladies, but I only like the boys. Actually, scratch that, men. I only like the men, preferably rich ones who buy me things. What can I say? Selling herself short is the worst thing a woman can do. And as far as I'm concerned, I'm worth it.
WAIT A MINUTE – YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE?[/COLOR]
People tell me I look like Dianna Agron. Weird, because I'd say I'm just a little bit prettier than her.

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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]
South High. Go... um... do we even have a mascot? Well, in any case, I'm not much for school spirit.
SURE, SURE. AND WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?[/COLOR]
I'm a senior, so 12th.
UH HUH. YOU LIKE IT THERE?[/COLOR]
It's alright.It's about as good as any other school. Trust me on this, they're all the same.

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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]
I usually wear it down. It's actually naturally wavy but I blow dry it straight every morning. It used to be much longer than this, down to my waist when I was a kid. But I chopped it off when I turned sixteen because it was really heavy and used to fly into my face a lot when it was windy. It's so much easier to maintain now. My natural hair color is a darker blond but I regularly get highlights and touchups so no one's the wiser.
THEY SAY THE EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL. TELL ME ABOUT YOURS.[/COLOR]
My eyes are green, I'm not sure what that says about me. People often tell me I have a very arrogant look about me. That might be true, but it's not always intentional. Maybe my eyes reveal more than I intend them to.
AH. SO WHAT WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOUR BODY BUILD TO BE?[/COLOR]
I'd like to say I'm average height. I sometimes wish I were a bit thinner but overall I'd say I'm satisfied with being in shape. I'm a healthy weight. And it might be too much information but I'm rather proud of my cup size too.
GREAT. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONAL STYLE?[/COLOR]I consider my style a cross between classic and feminine. So sue me, I enjoy being a girl. I probably own more dresses than t-shirts and I can accessorize like no one's business. My personal philosophy is that it's better to be overdressed than underdressed. My favorite colors are red, green, and beige. I just think they look best on me. I'm on a never-ending quest for the perfect pair of boots. Also I'm no stranger to walking in high heels, but I have to admit that every once in awhile it's nice to give my feet a rest and opt for my favorite pair of brown and pink Chucks.
I SEE. ANY DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?[/COLOR]
Not really. I'm against tattoos. Why anyone would want to do that to themselves escapes me. Sadly, I must admit that some guys look rather hot with them. But imagine how those things will look when you're 80! Gross.
WHAT, IN YOUR OPINION, WOULD PEOPLE THINK OF YOU AT FIRST SIGHT?[/COLOR]
Truthfully, a lot of people don't like me at first glance. I tend to have a very intimidating stare. And I can be really transparent in my actions. If I don't like someone, it's obvious. And my speech is very straightforward. So maybe I seem rude too?

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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]
1. I know it sounds vain, but I really REALLY like myself. I think that if you can't manage to love yourself first, who else will?
2. Another thing I like is confidence. A little arrogance is forgivable, I think. It's important to take charge.
3. Shopping, because it's an excellent way to kill stress. And I like to look good.
4. Games, sports, and other competitive things. I like the sense of satisfaction that I get from beating people down and (if I do the job right) making them cry. Yeah, I'm a jerk. If you don't like it, try not to suck so much.
5. Dancing, because it's fun. And keeps me in shape. I don't want to be the girl known for my "nice personality".
MHM. WHAT ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE?[/COLOR]
1. Shy people, because something about their cowardice rubs me the wrong way. But then I have to admit that at least they seem to understand their place in the hierarchy of high school. Saves me the work of reminding them.
2. Aggressive guys. I have more than enough aggression in me for the both of us. And besides that, I hate being told what to do. I'm my own person and don't feel like having to lower my standards for anyone.
3. Feeling helpless. There are times when nothing can be done and I can't stand that. I've always told myself that I would make my own luck.
4. Being ignored, I admit I enjoy the glow of the spotlight. But I'm willing to work for it, which is why failure is never an option. Losing sucks. But I suppose it's possible to learn from it.
5. Math and science, those two subjects just don't compute for me. I barely manage C's.
GREAT. NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT.[/COLOR]
I can't do anything crazy awesome like move things with my mind or anything. As if I have the concentration for that! But I'm extremely flexible and can bend my body in ways that you wouldn't believe. So with the right training, I do well with many different fighting styles. And I've got the balance and agility of a gymnast. I have no idea why I can move the way I do. I suppose it's just my freakish genetic luck. But my father's always been very protective of me. Strange thing is, despite having been a very reckless child I've never so much as broken a bone or caught a cold. He's just an idiot.
NOW YOUR WEAKNESSES. I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING SO LONG.[/COLOR]
Well, despite being quick and flexible, I haven't got much muscle mass on me. I'm not that strong. So being hit by someone twice my size is obviously going to take a toll on me. But over the years I've been training my body to become more resilient.
YEAH..DO YOU HAVE ANY GOALS THAT YOU WISH TO ACCOMPLISH?[/COLOR]
I want to prove myself to the world. My entire life I've felt manipulated by my parents and teachers. More than anything I'd like to escape that and live my own life without having to worry whether I'm upsetting someone else. Part of me would just really like to stop caring.
MMM..WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
1. I'm afraid of heights. Or actually, I'm afraid of falling from heights.
2. My parents. Mostly my dad though. He's really controlling. And I feel like he expects me to succeed at everything. He pretty much runs my life.
HAVE ANY HABITS OR QUIRKS? DON'T WORRY, I HAVE TOO.[/COLOR]
I tend to be a bit of a control freak. Everything needs to be just so. I'll often fix people's hair for them if it's slightly askew. And messy places and people give me the creeps. I need to feel in control of my surroundings otherwise I'm likely to have a panic attack.
EVERYONE HAS DEEP DARK SECRETS, RIGHT? YOURS? DON'T WORRY, I WON'T TELL A SOUL.[/COLOR]
I really do care what people think of me. It's part of the reason why I'm so competitive. I can't stand to feel like a failure.
COULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN ONE WORD?[/COLOR]
Blunt.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF, OVERALL.[/COLOR]
A lot of people know me as the mean girl. I'm the one who is always pushing others to move at my pace and not their own. I can be forceful and self-centered about my ideas and the things that I want. Though I enjoy the company of others, I fear that if I let myself get too close they'll only end up disappointing me. Or worse, maybe I'll manage to disappoint them. Imagine that! My mood swings are heinous and a lot of my ex-boyfriends call me the "girlfriend from hell". When I lose it, it's hard to settle me down. But if someone is close to me, I do my best to protect them. I take my friendships very seriously. They tend to be few and far between.

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PUT ON A SHOW ,
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DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?[/COLOR]
I have three younger brothers. One older one, he's already graduated from college and is working in Gotham.
LOVELY. MANY PEOPLE HAVE PETS – DO YOU?[/COLOR]
No, in the past my family's moved around too much for me to have a pet. It's probably for the best, I don't think I'd have the time for one.
FASCINATING. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND MY ASKING, BUT WHAT'S YOUR BACKGROUND?[/COLOR]
Caucasian
WELL, ALMOST DONE. BUT WHERE DO YOU LIVE APART FROM HERE?[/COLOR]
My parents have a house in California. But my dad's always traveling. So moving around is something I'm more used to than staying in one particular place for any extended period of time.
DO, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. DON'T WORRY, THIS IS THE LAST THING THAT I WILL BE ASKING.[/COLOR]
Both my parents were officers in the military, my mother a doctor and my father a general. So when I was born prematurely, I was kept in a military medical facility for the first month of my life. I'm told it was touch and go and that sometimes babies born too early run the risk of other health problems, which was why I was kept under constant supervision. I guess that's why my parents, especially my dad, have always been so overprotective. While other kids were allowed to play outside whenever they wanted without supervision, I was always watched by someone.

Lot of good that did. My life's been painfully uneventful aside from the trouble I always seem to get myself into. The schools before this one, the teachers were constantly lecturing me about the need to control my anger. But I can't help it. Right before I'd get into a fight with another girl (or the occasional guy), there'd be this sudden surge of adrenaline and blackout. Next thing I knew, I'd be on top of them and some teacher would have to pull me off. It was scary at first but I eventually got used to my little mental blackouts. My father was concerned and took me to see his doctor but he never explained any of it to me. So I assumed everything was alright. They even gave me these pills that I never take because they make me feel really tired most of the time.

Anyway... long story short, after getting expelled from school for the third time my dad decided to send me to South High School saying it would be good for me. It doesn't matter much to me because one school is just as bad as any other and I didn't really have many friends at my old school. But I have to admit that I do miss my younger brothers. They don't seem to bother me as much now that I barely see them.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.[/COLOR]
You're welcome. The pleasure was all yours.

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I'M GIVING UP SLOWLY ,
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Hey hey hey, my name is Roycie[/COLOR],
and I am twenty-three years old. I
am of the female species. I have
been roleplaying for about four years
now. My other characters here are (none)
Anyways, I have a couple of things to say:
dunder mifflin (Yay! I love The Office!).
So...bye! See you guys around.

Oh, and this is my rp sample:

Royce sniffed at the air as she entered the library and groaned at the unpleasant scent of old paper. She hated libraries. They were old, dusty, and usually quite disorganized. The idea of checking out a book covered in who knows how many people's germs made her skin crawl. Gross, the girl thought and hesitated before walking over to the section she needed for her research.

Scanning the book titles, she spotted one that looked relevant and extended her hand to pull it out. As she did, she realized there was a thin layer of dust on it. A look of disgust spread over her features and she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small pack of kleenex. Whipping one out, she proceeded to dust off the book. Careful not to get anything on her, she ditched the dirty tissue in a nearby waste bin and walked over to one of the small study tables and sat down.

She set the book down on the table, cracked it open, and began to read. Her eyes glazed over the text, quickly becoming bored with it. A sigh escaped her and she closed her eyes and leaned back slightly in her chair. This was really no way to spend an afternoon.

[Peter Bishop]

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