Post by Paige O'Brian on Feb 5, 2011 2:34:44 GMT -8
Okay, I'd just like to start by saying: I'm feeling ridiculously nervous about this! xD I've RPed on forums before, but never quite like this, so I've been lurking for a while to try and figure everything out.
So, um... There may be mistakes in this, and I just want to say how sorry I am if I mess up! D: I'm also very sorry for adding another OC to the growing batch, but I am thinking of maybe taking a Canon character once I get the hang of everything.
Once again, I'm very sorry for any mistakes...!
Name: Paige O'Brian
Age: 8
Gender: Female
Place of Residence: Private home, owned by her father.
Type of Car: N/A (Don't think that's quite legal yet!)
Occupation/Skills: A Primary School Student, Paige is hardly studious and spends her lunchtime breaks picking fights with older boys. She loves everything to do with anything spooky, creepy, crawly and gory, even if it gives her nightmares! Though it totally doesn't, nope, not at all!
She whole-heartedly believes in the existence of supernatural and extraterrestrial beings, and will stop and nothing to uncover them!
She also enjoys treasure hunting in Greenvale's scrapyard, where she uncovers apparent evidence of alien visitations.
Appearance: A little short for her age, (though don't tell her that), Paige is pale, skinny and small, full of scabs, bruises and scrapped knees and elbows. Despite her father's attempts to dress her up in anything sensible, her love of asymmetry and odd get-ups leads her to go out of her way to scuff up any clothes she owns, which never consist of skirts or dresses.
Her typical attire consist of knee-length baggy cargo-pants (with lost of pockets!), long socks, and boy's t-shirts. She routinely adorns them with scratches, rips, tears, patches, popped-buttons and broken zippers. There is almost always a band-aid somewhere on her body. Sometimes she'll sneak off wearing one of her father's red shirts like a cape.
She's a red-head, but the colour is more orange than tomato. "Carrot top" would be more appropriate. Her face is round and has a dusty cover of freckles, particularly across her nose and cheeks. Her hair is short, thick and a complete mess, with strands jutting out in all directions. She seems to always have one side (usually the right) tied up in a clumsy, stubby pony-tail, but leaves the other side untouched.
Symmetry and order are her life-long enemies.
PICTURE: i28.photobucket.com/albums/c227/Nuku-Chan/paige.png
Personality: Energetic, out-going and lively to a fault, Paige can never seem to sit still long enough (metaphorically and literally) to take in anyone's names, so she invents names for them herself, based on her observations. She can be accurately accused of living in her own world, in which ghosts undeniably prowl the school after dark, the town was founded by a colony of crashed Aliens, Superheroes can and do save the day and, if those Ingram kids are to be believed, Goddesses live in the forest.
She is also incredibly rude. Paige has a typical child's self-centered-ness and unforgiving bluntness, and is not afraid to speak her mind. She hates being told what to do by anyone (except maybe her dad and caped-crusaders) and routinely makes passing comments about others that hit a little too close to home. Her father is sure she's old enough to know better...
Paige is a self-professed tomboy, and considers herself "one of the boys" at school, although she can be made to associate with girls.
She also has a habit of sticking her nose in where it doesn't belong.
And, of course, all adults are immediately either stupid or suspicious. Or aliens.
History: Paige moved to Greenvale with her father a little over a year ago. Her parents divorced just a bit before that- mom got the house, dad got the kid. Every other weekend she still goes with her father to visit her mother in the city, and the family manages to get along pretty well during these times, even if the atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Her father chose to move somewhere quieter and out-of-the-way for a "change of scenery", which Paige was whole-heartedly against, of course. At least, until she actually arrived in the sleepy little town, and became convinced, (as television would have her believe) that it was a gold-mine of extraterrestrial activity. And open spaces. (It was always the small-towns on TV shows, right?)
She attends the local Primary School, and routinely prowls the town alone, looking for treasures and adventure.
RP Sample:
The girl at the roadside, hands clenched into tight, shaking fists and head raised to face the looming, cloudy sky above. She'd been at this for the past ten minutes at least, causing a few passers-by to stare. As time passed, and she'd remained resolutely still, eyes narrowed at the world hanging above as though it had done her a great personal wrong.
As if prompted by something undetectable, the girl suddenly gave a loud, animal-like growl behind clenched teeth, and threw her arms into the air.
"Damn you, rain!"
A few started townsfolk, some of them not far from her age, glanced at her nervously, then resumed their activities while trying, with difficulty, not to stare at the scruffy child with the torn clothing and wild hair, dirt and mud smeared across her hands, knees and face like tribal markings.
Suddenly feeling very conspicuous, the girl lowered her arms, frowning at the grass instead. She'd promised Dad she wouldn't use Bad-Words anymore. Not in public anyway, or she'd lose her Staying-Up privileges. And those were too vital to risk!
Paige glanced behind her nervously as she skulked towards the direction of School, feet dragging and kicking up dust, staining her new white socks. (Another strike! Oh, she was going to be in So Much Trouble when she got back home...) It wasn't like her dad was right there when she said a Bad-Word, after all. But he said he'd find out, anyway. He said he could tell when she broke The Rules, and that he had little birds waiting in all the trees (and there were so many trees!) to tell him when she said did something wrong.
Investigations into the secret bird-agents were currently inconclusive, however, but that didn't stop Paige from scanning the tree-tops suspiciously for signs of hidden tape-recorders on the birds' legs.
Finding nothing, she reached into her school-bag as she shuffled along, roughly pulling out a rumpled and stained sheet of homework questions, untouched save for a crude doodle of a dalmatian chasing what she insisted was a car (and not a bar of soap, for the last time!).
She glanced up once more at the stubbornly dry sky. The school closed if it was raining, right?
Additional Notes: She has unofficially formed the "Greenvale Mystery Investigation Team" club. Current Member Count: 1.
Ah, just a note: about the father: he's there for the sake of her having a parent! He's not another OC and I won't be playing him, or doing little more than mention him in passing, so I'm not trying to skirt around the "only one OC per person" rule! xD;;
I'm also hoping a child-character is alright? Just wanted do something a little different, I'm sorry if it won't work out...!
I really hope all of this is acceptable... If not, lay the criticism on me, and I'll try and fix it up as best I can! D8
So, um... There may be mistakes in this, and I just want to say how sorry I am if I mess up! D: I'm also very sorry for adding another OC to the growing batch, but I am thinking of maybe taking a Canon character once I get the hang of everything.
Once again, I'm very sorry for any mistakes...!
Name: Paige O'Brian
Age: 8
Gender: Female
Place of Residence: Private home, owned by her father.
Type of Car: N/A (Don't think that's quite legal yet!)
Occupation/Skills: A Primary School Student, Paige is hardly studious and spends her lunchtime breaks picking fights with older boys. She loves everything to do with anything spooky, creepy, crawly and gory, even if it gives her nightmares! Though it totally doesn't, nope, not at all!
She whole-heartedly believes in the existence of supernatural and extraterrestrial beings, and will stop and nothing to uncover them!
She also enjoys treasure hunting in Greenvale's scrapyard, where she uncovers apparent evidence of alien visitations.
Appearance: A little short for her age, (though don't tell her that), Paige is pale, skinny and small, full of scabs, bruises and scrapped knees and elbows. Despite her father's attempts to dress her up in anything sensible, her love of asymmetry and odd get-ups leads her to go out of her way to scuff up any clothes she owns, which never consist of skirts or dresses.
Her typical attire consist of knee-length baggy cargo-pants (with lost of pockets!), long socks, and boy's t-shirts. She routinely adorns them with scratches, rips, tears, patches, popped-buttons and broken zippers. There is almost always a band-aid somewhere on her body. Sometimes she'll sneak off wearing one of her father's red shirts like a cape.
She's a red-head, but the colour is more orange than tomato. "Carrot top" would be more appropriate. Her face is round and has a dusty cover of freckles, particularly across her nose and cheeks. Her hair is short, thick and a complete mess, with strands jutting out in all directions. She seems to always have one side (usually the right) tied up in a clumsy, stubby pony-tail, but leaves the other side untouched.
Symmetry and order are her life-long enemies.
PICTURE: i28.photobucket.com/albums/c227/Nuku-Chan/paige.png
Personality: Energetic, out-going and lively to a fault, Paige can never seem to sit still long enough (metaphorically and literally) to take in anyone's names, so she invents names for them herself, based on her observations. She can be accurately accused of living in her own world, in which ghosts undeniably prowl the school after dark, the town was founded by a colony of crashed Aliens, Superheroes can and do save the day and, if those Ingram kids are to be believed, Goddesses live in the forest.
She is also incredibly rude. Paige has a typical child's self-centered-ness and unforgiving bluntness, and is not afraid to speak her mind. She hates being told what to do by anyone (except maybe her dad and caped-crusaders) and routinely makes passing comments about others that hit a little too close to home. Her father is sure she's old enough to know better...
Paige is a self-professed tomboy, and considers herself "one of the boys" at school, although she can be made to associate with girls.
She also has a habit of sticking her nose in where it doesn't belong.
And, of course, all adults are immediately either stupid or suspicious. Or aliens.
History: Paige moved to Greenvale with her father a little over a year ago. Her parents divorced just a bit before that- mom got the house, dad got the kid. Every other weekend she still goes with her father to visit her mother in the city, and the family manages to get along pretty well during these times, even if the atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Her father chose to move somewhere quieter and out-of-the-way for a "change of scenery", which Paige was whole-heartedly against, of course. At least, until she actually arrived in the sleepy little town, and became convinced, (as television would have her believe) that it was a gold-mine of extraterrestrial activity. And open spaces. (It was always the small-towns on TV shows, right?)
She attends the local Primary School, and routinely prowls the town alone, looking for treasures and adventure.
RP Sample:
The girl at the roadside, hands clenched into tight, shaking fists and head raised to face the looming, cloudy sky above. She'd been at this for the past ten minutes at least, causing a few passers-by to stare. As time passed, and she'd remained resolutely still, eyes narrowed at the world hanging above as though it had done her a great personal wrong.
As if prompted by something undetectable, the girl suddenly gave a loud, animal-like growl behind clenched teeth, and threw her arms into the air.
"Damn you, rain!"
A few started townsfolk, some of them not far from her age, glanced at her nervously, then resumed their activities while trying, with difficulty, not to stare at the scruffy child with the torn clothing and wild hair, dirt and mud smeared across her hands, knees and face like tribal markings.
Suddenly feeling very conspicuous, the girl lowered her arms, frowning at the grass instead. She'd promised Dad she wouldn't use Bad-Words anymore. Not in public anyway, or she'd lose her Staying-Up privileges. And those were too vital to risk!
Paige glanced behind her nervously as she skulked towards the direction of School, feet dragging and kicking up dust, staining her new white socks. (Another strike! Oh, she was going to be in So Much Trouble when she got back home...) It wasn't like her dad was right there when she said a Bad-Word, after all. But he said he'd find out, anyway. He said he could tell when she broke The Rules, and that he had little birds waiting in all the trees (and there were so many trees!) to tell him when she said did something wrong.
Investigations into the secret bird-agents were currently inconclusive, however, but that didn't stop Paige from scanning the tree-tops suspiciously for signs of hidden tape-recorders on the birds' legs.
Finding nothing, she reached into her school-bag as she shuffled along, roughly pulling out a rumpled and stained sheet of homework questions, untouched save for a crude doodle of a dalmatian chasing what she insisted was a car (and not a bar of soap, for the last time!).
She glanced up once more at the stubbornly dry sky. The school closed if it was raining, right?
Additional Notes: She has unofficially formed the "Greenvale Mystery Investigation Team" club. Current Member Count: 1.
Ah, just a note: about the father: he's there for the sake of her having a parent! He's not another OC and I won't be playing him, or doing little more than mention him in passing, so I'm not trying to skirt around the "only one OC per person" rule! xD;;
I'm also hoping a child-character is alright? Just wanted do something a little different, I'm sorry if it won't work out...!
I really hope all of this is acceptable... If not, lay the criticism on me, and I'll try and fix it up as best I can! D8
