Post by Clover on Jan 8, 2011 13:54:36 GMT -8
Excuse my english, I'm from Spain, and I find hard to write in english.Hope it's okay.
Name: Clover Foster
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Place of Residence: Clover lives in his father's house.
Type of Car: She doesn't has car license,so she uses a bicycle to travel around town.
Occupation/Skills: Newspaper deliverer/Papergirl.
Uses her bicycle to transport the newspaper and deliver them. Graduated from higschool. She enjoys hunting with his father. Also enjoys taxidermy.
Appearance:
Her hair is blond and short, she wears a thin brown headband.
Her eyes are big and the color is light brown/hazel-ish. Her skin is pale,she has a small nose and small mouth.
She is small and thin, looks younger than she is. She usually wears plaid shirts and a wool jacket over it. Her pants are a little ripped.And wears boots. When rains she wears a hooded jacket.
Personality: Clover is a loner and antisocial.She doesn't make many friends,since she is reserved and sometimes kinda shy,she doesn't interact a lot with the other people. She is seen as a nice,quiet girl generally.But she can also be very mean if she has a bad day.She is also mean and whines a lot in private (in home,with family...) Loves taxidermy, likes to pick up dead small animals and perform taxidermy on them.(Maybe a little obsessed about it.)She has a collection in her room shelves. She finds awkward to having conversations with people.Clover is seen often as a weird person.
Likes sweets, hanging around the forest/cementery/lonesome places, music,scars and wounds, dead things.She has also a huge obsession with the Raincoat killer story/legend.
She dislikes most of the people, girly stuff,most of the women generally,sunny days,TV,cars,her mom...Well, she hates a lot of things. Clover is afraid of big amounts of water (lakes,sea,rivers...) She is okay with rain,showers,baths and stuff like that.
History: Her father and mother are residents of Greenvale,however they divorced when Clover was 10. She was raised by his father, Dale, because her mother, Madison, was an alcoholic. Because of that Clover would act like a tomboy most of her childhood,and wouldn't get along with the other girls of her age.She would play alone. Her father (is a hunter who makes money selling skins of the animals he hunts, to taxidermists.) taught her how to hunt,and they would go hunting a lot.That's how she got into taxidermy. She was kind of an outcast in high school, and never made a lot of friends. Even though she would complain a lot about her life, she had a fairly happy childhood. When she graduated school she looked for works, but she often wouldn't be accepted,because she would be too antisocial and stuff. She is now working as a Papergirl.
RP Sample:
The fresh air hit Clovers face as she was riding fast with her bike. The previous day had rained, she loved the smell of the fresh air after rain. She parked the bike in front of a house, it was the home of his father,she also lived there. She did not want to move to another place, or buying a new home, she could perfectly live with his father.She left the bike next to the garage door, and walked to the house main door, but before entering realized there was something under one of the windows.
Clover walked to that ball of fur, she crouched down to see it, it was a little dead animal: a mouse. She smiled and grabbed it with her bare hands,regardless of being stained by the dead thing. She took it to the inside of the house.
''Wait there preciousness'' she said out loud and put the little mouse over the dinner table. Later, she would prepare it to make a nice piece of taxidermy.
She went to the kitchen to see if her father was there, but did not find him there, he might have gone to the bar, or something.
Clover took a cookie from the cookie jar, and got a bite while picking up a newspaper in her bag, which was a left over from the newspaper distribution. She opened it and read the first page ''Murdered girl found..blahlbah''
She opened her mouth,and dropped the cookie, not in fear, but in excitement. Maybe she should not get excited about something like that, but she liked to read about crimes and stuff a lot. Let's say that fascinated her.
Never thought something like this could happen in her small hometown.
''Wow, this is really exciting''.-she said to herself.
Clover finished reading the rest of the article while on her way to her room, then cut the article and put it in her drawer.
Name: Clover Foster
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Place of Residence: Clover lives in his father's house.
Type of Car: She doesn't has car license,so she uses a bicycle to travel around town.
Occupation/Skills: Newspaper deliverer/Papergirl.
Uses her bicycle to transport the newspaper and deliver them. Graduated from higschool. She enjoys hunting with his father. Also enjoys taxidermy.
Appearance:
Her hair is blond and short, she wears a thin brown headband.
Her eyes are big and the color is light brown/hazel-ish. Her skin is pale,she has a small nose and small mouth.
She is small and thin, looks younger than she is. She usually wears plaid shirts and a wool jacket over it. Her pants are a little ripped.And wears boots. When rains she wears a hooded jacket.
Personality: Clover is a loner and antisocial.She doesn't make many friends,since she is reserved and sometimes kinda shy,she doesn't interact a lot with the other people. She is seen as a nice,quiet girl generally.But she can also be very mean if she has a bad day.She is also mean and whines a lot in private (in home,with family...) Loves taxidermy, likes to pick up dead small animals and perform taxidermy on them.(Maybe a little obsessed about it.)She has a collection in her room shelves. She finds awkward to having conversations with people.Clover is seen often as a weird person.
Likes sweets, hanging around the forest/cementery/lonesome places, music,scars and wounds, dead things.She has also a huge obsession with the Raincoat killer story/legend.
She dislikes most of the people, girly stuff,most of the women generally,sunny days,TV,cars,her mom...Well, she hates a lot of things. Clover is afraid of big amounts of water (lakes,sea,rivers...) She is okay with rain,showers,baths and stuff like that.
History: Her father and mother are residents of Greenvale,however they divorced when Clover was 10. She was raised by his father, Dale, because her mother, Madison, was an alcoholic. Because of that Clover would act like a tomboy most of her childhood,and wouldn't get along with the other girls of her age.She would play alone. Her father (is a hunter who makes money selling skins of the animals he hunts, to taxidermists.) taught her how to hunt,and they would go hunting a lot.That's how she got into taxidermy. She was kind of an outcast in high school, and never made a lot of friends. Even though she would complain a lot about her life, she had a fairly happy childhood. When she graduated school she looked for works, but she often wouldn't be accepted,because she would be too antisocial and stuff. She is now working as a Papergirl.
RP Sample:
The fresh air hit Clovers face as she was riding fast with her bike. The previous day had rained, she loved the smell of the fresh air after rain. She parked the bike in front of a house, it was the home of his father,she also lived there. She did not want to move to another place, or buying a new home, she could perfectly live with his father.She left the bike next to the garage door, and walked to the house main door, but before entering realized there was something under one of the windows.
Clover walked to that ball of fur, she crouched down to see it, it was a little dead animal: a mouse. She smiled and grabbed it with her bare hands,regardless of being stained by the dead thing. She took it to the inside of the house.
''Wait there preciousness'' she said out loud and put the little mouse over the dinner table. Later, she would prepare it to make a nice piece of taxidermy.
She went to the kitchen to see if her father was there, but did not find him there, he might have gone to the bar, or something.
Clover took a cookie from the cookie jar, and got a bite while picking up a newspaper in her bag, which was a left over from the newspaper distribution. She opened it and read the first page ''Murdered girl found..blahlbah''
She opened her mouth,and dropped the cookie, not in fear, but in excitement. Maybe she should not get excited about something like that, but she liked to read about crimes and stuff a lot. Let's say that fascinated her.
Never thought something like this could happen in her small hometown.
''Wow, this is really exciting''.-she said to herself.
Clover finished reading the rest of the article while on her way to her room, then cut the article and put it in her drawer.
