Post by Aisling MacNamara on Dec 4, 2009 23:22:33 GMT -5
aisling kelly macnamara !
SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world
SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world
HEY THERE, MY NAME IS M’NAUGHTEN
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 21
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 6 YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE ZIRIC CONSUEREZ
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS ADMIN EDIT <3 !
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 21
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 6 YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE ZIRIC CONSUEREZ
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS ADMIN EDIT <3 !
IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground
until she hit’s the ground
NICKNAMES: Kelly *anyone can make up a nickname for her*
AGE: sixteen
GENDER:female!
GRADE: sophomore
STATUS:human ; student
CANON OR NON-CANON: non-canon
SECRET:nope [/ul][/size]
I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away
here before but we never looked away
HAIR COLOR: currently brown
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5, 1/2, and 112
APPEARANCE: She dresses the way she wants to dress. Be in it fashion now or in fashion in the 1920’s. She loves antique style clothing and mixing it with current fashions to make an odd but workable combination. Aisling loves to dress up, wear make-up, and do fun things with her hair. It’s a rare day when one finds her in simply jeans and a hoodie. She wears jeans but her top may be a flowing peasant shirt, or a corset. Every week she has a new color of nail polish on, and loves to decorate herself with various types of jewelry. But one thing is certain in all her outfits, her wrists are covered.
PLAY BY:Kelly Clarkson [/size][/ul]
TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose
with one more night what’s left to lose
DISLIKES:alcohol, dust, most sweets, modern art, change
HOPES:to become a writer, find someone to love: marry, kids, the whole nine yards, see the world
FEARS:that none of her dreams will come true, being hurt again, ducks
SECRETS: her mother tried to kill her multiple times before her father shipped her away from home to live with her grandparents, she’s afraid she’ll become crazy like her mom
PERSONALITY: She can be pretty shy around people she doesn’t know, but once you get to know her she’s rather talkative. Being alone doesn’t bother her much, and will often find a reason to get some me time. If people get mad at her or yell at her she crumbles easily, and will often start crying even if it just makes things worse. She will go out of her way to make someone happy, especially if they’re close to her. If a pretty boy walks up and tells her pretty things like: you’re beautiful, I can’t stop thinking about you, or any other line, she falls for it. Gullible, naive, but loving all the same.[/size][/ul]
WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
FATHER: Brennan, 41, Lawyer
SIBLINGS: Brodie-brother, 19
OTHER PEOPLE: Greagoir and Riona MacNamara- grandparents age- early 70’s
PETS:pet skunk: Esa (pronounces ee-sah)
HISTORY:Her childhood was a confusing one mixed with extreme love from her father, and extreme hate from her mother. Brennan lavished hi little princess with gifts, days to the zoo, or anything the girl asked for. While her mother would curse her, spit at her, and some days when Aisling entered the room would attack her violently. No one quite understood why she did this some thought Moira was jealous of her husband’s affections. Others simply called the woman insane. But all in all Aisling thought she had a pretty good life, even with a mother like that.
One day her father was out late working on a case, and she was sitting in her room listening to music and playing with Esa; when her mother barged into her room screaming about a piece of paper in her hand. Aisling didn’t understand and tried to calm her mother down, to at least figure out what was wrong. She had gotten an A- in a class. She was stupid, lazy, a giant disappoint to her parents, and should just die already and relieve them all of her disgrace. Her older brother ran in with her Aunt Shea trying to pull back the woman from Aisling. But not even her athletic brother could pull the crazied woman off.
A few hours later her father was running down the halls of the hospital having been called at work by panicked Brodie. Four policemen stood outside a room and Brennan’s heart sank. Inside lay Aisling tubes in her mouth, her arms, and covered in bandages. The man broke crying on his knees demanding to know what had happened.
Three weeks later her mother was locked away in an asylum, and she was off to live with her grandparents. Until all the legal proceedings had been dealt with at least because her father was in question of reliability as well. Not long after moving in with her grandparents the letter came and off she went to this mysterious school. When will her life ever be stable?
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WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about
wall lets show the world what we are about
RP SAMPLE: It was town square. Everyone came to town square. It was the place where people met, where people gathered, passed between shops and all that. That is why Sora was set up in the middle, or as close to the middle as she could. She carried a large amount, but lucky for her paper wasn't too heavy. In cylinder casings were rolled up pieces of art, in bags were smaller paintings, some masks she crafted from paper mache, and even a sculpture of two. Inside the large box in her arms was necklaces, bracelets, earrings, anklets, scarves, and perfumes. Having found a boy to help carry some of her things, and another to carry the table she made it to the center. The two boys smiled saying it was no problem and left, one with a key chain trinket to give his girl friend.
It took her nearly half an hour to set everything up, but she'd shown up early in the day so she didn't worry about time. After everything was set up she sat on a darkly dyed, multicolored blanket with a money box. Now she just had to wait for people to buy things. The paintings hardly ever sold, but the key chains, trinkets, and jewelry always did.
"Oh! The sign!" She leaned over and dug out a black calligraphy done sign and propped it up beside her.
Handmade Treasures Help Support A Starving Artist
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this application was created by CHLOEOATS.
lyrics are Best Beating Heart by Sing It Loud.
This was made for this site, do not steal or
remove this credit!!