Post by Darla Bay on May 29, 2008 14:45:14 GMT -5
Name:
Sasha Deanus but she goes by the name Darla
Age:
19
Species:
Human
Celeb:
Blake Lively
Personality:
Sasha is one of those girls that people enjoy being around, she makes good company. She's bubbly or perky, she's let her life get her down too much in the past but trys her best to hide it. She'd always been a very to herself kept person. She is however witty, even though her wit can be dry and sarcastic. Sasha doesnt like to verge on bitchy, but who doesn't know and again?! She's very sassy and when she does speak up for herself you'll know about it. And you'll no doubt regret it if you ever mess with her. She's very smart, always has been. Some people look too much into the whole supernatural side of things, fate, logic or basic facts... but Sasha's a look into ever aspect, read between the lines and know everything you possibly can kinda gal.
Occupation:
Waitress
History:
Sasha wasn’t exactly a wanted child. Her mother had been the mistress in a long term affair. He’d always told Kim that she was special, that he loved her, and when Kim fell pregnant he told her he’d always be there. Wrong. When Sasha was 4 months old her dad told Kim he’d had enough. Kim was 17 at the time she’d fallen pregnant, 18 when she had given birth to the little girl. Sasha - the name her mother gave her. Her name was pretty much all she had given her. Kim struggled with motherhood, and turned to drink. She’d never coped so well but when Sasha was about two and a half her mother over dosed on heroin.
From then on Sasha was raised by her grandparents who spoke nothing of her father and very little of her mother. She became rather close to her uncle who was always more or less like a brother to her. She was a good girl, she did as she was told, she studied hard, got good grades. She was in all aspects - a little angel. A little after she turned before she turned 19 Sasha’s family home came under attack. Her grandfather was already dead and it didn’t look good for her grandmother. Her uncle told her to run and she did. She ran and never looked back.
Sasha has spent the last year and a half travelling from town to town, settling in dead end jobs and living in dives that no one should ever have to stay in. But it was how she survived. If she felt she was getting to close to anyone however, she moved on. Sasha doesn’t like to get close because anyone she gets close to gets hurt.
Anything Else:
Wuvvles you Brittany Bear
Codeword:
[ADMIN EDIT]
RP Sample:
First day in a new job was never fun. Sasha had only been in town for 2 days. She was an expert at finding her feet, she'd moved around so many times that it was like the norm for her. But for some reason right now she just felt sorta detached. She'd been to many places and worked for many slime balls but right now her boss was just a jerk. First day on the job and she could swear she had a good case for sexual harrasment. In the cold whether, Sasha could easily feel the draft in this outfit. Sasha was being careful as she walked. A gust of wind and well... her panties would so be on show.
She walked the street towards her place. The price of gas was crazy these days, more than the silly little job of hers would cover and it was a good walking distance. It was just at night Sasha didn't feel so comfortable walking the streets alone. Sasha constantly had one hand holding the back of her skirt. As she neared her place Sasha's free hand began to rummage through her bag. She couldn't find her keys. She held the strap of the bag under her chin, and looked down trying her best to find what she was looking for. She just needed her damned keys... she wouldn't get into her place without them.
She clearly hadn't been looking where she was going and there must have been something on the street but she tripped. Her bag went flying, the contents sprawling across the floor. As her body fell forward however, Sasha found another body to grab onto. Her leg scraped across the path way but the person before her stopped her landing on her face. Sasha stopped for a moment, completely embaressed. "Oh.. Eeek... Im so sorry..."
Sasha got herself a good standing, looking down at her leg which appeared to be bleeding but noticing the stuff on the ground. She grabbed the bag and crouched down pushing the stuff into the bag quickly scanning the ground for the keys. "Way to go Sash... ever the clutz!" She muttered quietly to herself.
Sasha Deanus but she goes by the name Darla
Age:
19
Species:
Human
Celeb:
Blake Lively
Personality:
Sasha is one of those girls that people enjoy being around, she makes good company. She's bubbly or perky, she's let her life get her down too much in the past but trys her best to hide it. She'd always been a very to herself kept person. She is however witty, even though her wit can be dry and sarcastic. Sasha doesnt like to verge on bitchy, but who doesn't know and again?! She's very sassy and when she does speak up for herself you'll know about it. And you'll no doubt regret it if you ever mess with her. She's very smart, always has been. Some people look too much into the whole supernatural side of things, fate, logic or basic facts... but Sasha's a look into ever aspect, read between the lines and know everything you possibly can kinda gal.
Occupation:
Waitress
History:
Sasha wasn’t exactly a wanted child. Her mother had been the mistress in a long term affair. He’d always told Kim that she was special, that he loved her, and when Kim fell pregnant he told her he’d always be there. Wrong. When Sasha was 4 months old her dad told Kim he’d had enough. Kim was 17 at the time she’d fallen pregnant, 18 when she had given birth to the little girl. Sasha - the name her mother gave her. Her name was pretty much all she had given her. Kim struggled with motherhood, and turned to drink. She’d never coped so well but when Sasha was about two and a half her mother over dosed on heroin.
From then on Sasha was raised by her grandparents who spoke nothing of her father and very little of her mother. She became rather close to her uncle who was always more or less like a brother to her. She was a good girl, she did as she was told, she studied hard, got good grades. She was in all aspects - a little angel. A little after she turned before she turned 19 Sasha’s family home came under attack. Her grandfather was already dead and it didn’t look good for her grandmother. Her uncle told her to run and she did. She ran and never looked back.
Sasha has spent the last year and a half travelling from town to town, settling in dead end jobs and living in dives that no one should ever have to stay in. But it was how she survived. If she felt she was getting to close to anyone however, she moved on. Sasha doesn’t like to get close because anyone she gets close to gets hurt.
Anything Else:
Wuvvles you Brittany Bear
Codeword:
[ADMIN EDIT]
RP Sample:
First day in a new job was never fun. Sasha had only been in town for 2 days. She was an expert at finding her feet, she'd moved around so many times that it was like the norm for her. But for some reason right now she just felt sorta detached. She'd been to many places and worked for many slime balls but right now her boss was just a jerk. First day on the job and she could swear she had a good case for sexual harrasment. In the cold whether, Sasha could easily feel the draft in this outfit. Sasha was being careful as she walked. A gust of wind and well... her panties would so be on show.
She walked the street towards her place. The price of gas was crazy these days, more than the silly little job of hers would cover and it was a good walking distance. It was just at night Sasha didn't feel so comfortable walking the streets alone. Sasha constantly had one hand holding the back of her skirt. As she neared her place Sasha's free hand began to rummage through her bag. She couldn't find her keys. She held the strap of the bag under her chin, and looked down trying her best to find what she was looking for. She just needed her damned keys... she wouldn't get into her place without them.
She clearly hadn't been looking where she was going and there must have been something on the street but she tripped. Her bag went flying, the contents sprawling across the floor. As her body fell forward however, Sasha found another body to grab onto. Her leg scraped across the path way but the person before her stopped her landing on her face. Sasha stopped for a moment, completely embaressed. "Oh.. Eeek... Im so sorry..."
Sasha got herself a good standing, looking down at her leg which appeared to be bleeding but noticing the stuff on the ground. She grabbed the bag and crouched down pushing the stuff into the bag quickly scanning the ground for the keys. "Way to go Sash... ever the clutz!" She muttered quietly to herself.
