Post by Rroan Kiss on Sept 1, 2008 18:24:49 GMT -5
The Basics...
Full Name: Rroan Amelia Kiss
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Grade: Junior
Cliques: Party-Goers, Sinners
Sexuality: Bi-curious
The Details...
Personality:
Rroan knows who she is and what she believes.
Honest
Rroan very rarely tells lies. She knows a lot of things and has very set opinions. She doesn't care if you do agree with what she says or if you don't because you haven't seen what she has seen and she hasn't seen what you have seen. She understands that people will think she is mean, rude, and bold; and she can be. She will tell you the truth whether you like it or not.
Strict but Lenient
Rroan is strict with herself. Some might call her straightedge, but she really doesn't live up to that. The rules she sets for herself help her and fit her way of life, so she is very understanding of other people's choices. For example, if you offered her a drink, she wouldn't take it. She doesn't drink, but if you wanted a drink, she would gladly get it, maybe even treat you to it. In this way, she is very strict, but also very lenient.
Headstrong
Although she won't judge you and your beliefs negatively or at least not condemn you for it, she will not falter from her own beliefs and path of life. If you can get her to see something differently and change her mind, you will gain great respect and passageway to her feelings; you should not take advantage of that.
Cautious
Rroan doesn't trust many people, so if you break through her thick wall, don't take it lightly. She has had many friends and ex-friends, so she wouldn't break too hard unless she liked you a lot. Rroan hates people who play the be-friend and break game, and mind games as a whole, and has learned to be cautious and avoid deep connections.
Amused
Rroan finds amusement in a lot of things. Don't get offended or honored if she laughs at you because she laughs at a lot of people in her head. To her, the world is just amusing, and one of her favorite past-times is sitting and watching the show go on.
History: Rroan grew up in New York City and when she turned 14, her parents realized that she was getting too wild for them. She loved parties and she would get home late constantly. They tried to limit her social life, but she would sneak out. When her parents hit the realization that they would be able to handle her, they sent her to Kavlar Academy as a freshman. Here, at this boarding school, they don't have to worry about her. That was 3 years ago, and now she is waiting for her younger brother, William Kiss, to transfer over. (Possible Canon)
Appearance:
-Sexy, Curvy Form
-Short, Choppy Blonde Hair
-Seductive Blue Eyes
-An Average 5'4"
-Smooth, Soft Light Skin
-Real Smile
Image(s):
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Your name or Nickname:Rroan
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Years of Experience in Roleplaying: 2 or 3 off on
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Roleplaying Sample:
Rroan knew very well she shouldn't be here; not tonight. She knew she should be at home, taking a bath, or going to bed early, not illegally entering a bar and purposefully going straight for the alcohol. She gulped down her second shot, the self accusation burning it's way through her guilty soul. It was the eve of the day her mother had left her. The day Rroan would never forget. The eve of her transformation into the queen bitch of her school.
She slid off the bar seat and into the crowd. The lights flashed around her and the music blasted into her ears. She wasn't paying attention to the song, just the beat. She let herself go, redirecting all the emotions she had inside to her dancing. She threw her arms up and was glad that the song had a strong, dark beat to it. Her body swayed to the music.
Rroan wore her daily black, low top converse covered slightly by tight low cut jeans. The jeans, a dark navy, hugged her butt, hips, and thighs, but flared slightly at the calves. She had on a halter top that connected at the top of her neck to loosely hang down, over, and around her chest leaving her shoulders and upper back exposed. A band of fabric tightened itself below her chest keeping the shirt securely on her body and highlighting her toned body. The shirt itself, with the pants, showed off mid-drift to lower torso.
The song faded out as another one faded in smoothly. Rroan looked around. There were stares. She reached out her hand and immediately a young man's shoulder found it's place. His hands hung loosely around her waist and her hands now hung loosely around his neck. He was taller than her but only by four or more inches. He was younger than most of the men in the club, although obviously older than her. She didn't waste time being polite and quickly moved her body against his to the beat of the music. Rroan quickly fell into motion with him, turning around to grind her body against his now and again.
Every now and again, she switched dance partners. She remembered dancing with the boy more than once, but the same with the others. She stopped caring about what they looked like and just kept dancing as the music blasted around her and the clock ticked later by the minutes. If Rroan had looked, she would have noticed the glowing clock in the dark nightclub already said 1:57. But she didn't look because she didn't care what time it was. She was gonna be here all night long.