Post by sarah on Jan 5, 2009 17:24:54 GMT -5
About the Character
Full name: Samantha Kitlyn Reece, goes by Sam
Age: Sixteen
Birthday: December Twenty-Eight
Face Claim: Kiki Kannibal
Why You are here: Attempted suicide and failed
Horse: Midnight Sky or Night Time Shadow
Riding Experience: Intermediate
Riding Interest: Cross Country
Favorite Breed: Tennessee Walker
Appearance:
Standing at 5'7 and weighing 118 pounds is Miss Sam. The soft wind always loves to play with her long blonde hair. Her blue eyes dark as the midnight sky glisten in the warm sunlight that peaks through the leafs of the tree she always sits in at lunch. Her very pale skin usually makes Olivia look like a ghost that got lost in a mess of humans.
Sam's style is ... different. Usually she wears crazy clothes and her rainbow leg warmers. The only thing that she always wears is her silver start necklace that her mother gave to her father to give to Samantha. On her left cheek is a long scar that she got from falling from a tree when she was younger..
"What I look like? I just told but, here you are. The wind loves to play with my long blonde hair as I watch the night sky that is as dark blue as my eyes. My skin is pale and almost matches the moon. I am like the night, welcoming and mysterious. "
Characteristics
Likes:
Dislikes:
Personality :
GIVEMEYOURATTENTION
something sam strongly strives for is attention. good or bad, she needs it. he hates being stuck in a corner all alone. attention gives her a feeling of importance. whether you know her for being the funny girl or know her for being the suicidal loser, as long you know who she is and pay attention to her, she doesn’t care.
SILENCEISASCARYSOUND
when you find sam quiet, you know something is wrong. this girl is usually very loud and the only time he is silent is when she is thinking. and those silent thoughts you don’t here are usually about death or ways to escape the labyrinth of suffering.
I’MNOTOKAY
she is not one to tell you when he is feeling down. samantha will keep it to herself and try to help herself, which never really works out. if you really want to know how she feels, don’t ask her. you must go scavenging through her dorm for a little black book where she writes everything. look at those lyrics in there and that will tell you how she truly is.
VEGAS
sam tend to make her life one big bet. from the time he was little, she was betting her friends things. now do not get me wrong, samantha is no gambler but she bets things other than money. most of the time she wins but when she loses, she usually loses big.
SITTINGWAITINGWISHING
sam is an artist. most artists are dreamers like her. they take an idea or concept and do something with it. painters put that idea with color and motion. samantha puts ideas to music and lyrics.
ASTORYTOTELLYOURFRIENDS
she loves to tell stories. most of her stories are pretty hilarious. just don’t make her be a story to tell your friends, you’ll regret it.
GROWUP
never, ever tell samantha to grow up. she just doesn’t know when to stop acting childish. most of the time, it is fun being around her when she is acting childish but then it can get a wee annoying.
HOMEWRECKER
a final piece of advice, do not get on sam’s bad side. let’s just say that she can get pretty vengeful. and trust me, she doesn’t do just a couple little things, he does loads of big, impacting things. watch your back.
The past
Family Tree:
Hometown: New York, New York
History :
It was a summer to remember for Melanie Gates and Jared Reece. Melanie was in New Zealand with a group of Marine Biologists on a mission to check out the Great Barrier Reef and its inhabitants. Jared was a surfer spending all his time in New Zealand's waves. The two spontaneously met on the beach and that is what we would like to call ancient history. Let's skip to eight years later. That's where Sam comes in. She was the third child of Melanie and Jared Reece. They were ecstatic to have a beautiful baby girl.
Let's skip those early years. They were boring as shit. Being born and raised in New York City was the best for Sam. She didn't go to some fancy private school on the Upper East Side. No. she went to public in Brooklyn. Sam had always craved attention from everyone. When she was in fifth grade, the school got an exchange student from England. Everyone was wooing over him, even the guys. Being her egotistical self, she decided to get the focus back on her. I told everyone that was gay. Truly, she was not gay. In fact, she loved the boys. But those are the things she did for attention. When you live in a lie so much, you begin to believe it yourself.
She was spit on. She was out casted. She was rejected by everyone, except her family. They tried to understand but just couldn't. At least they loved Sam. She started to cut. The silver blade that drew red blood on her skin made her feel such a release. It helped her make my emotional pain physical. It continued and by eighth grade, Samantha was over life. She had a plan. Sam would over dose. It would be simple, easy and virtually painless. And as the day grew nearer, She wrote a letter that she would leave next to her body.
I’m sorry to the people that I love but I can’t fucking take it anymore. So I am gay. Why does everyone hate me because of that? Fuck them. I have been punched, spit on and called dyke, queer, looser, pussy, fag girl. Some asshole even painted dyke on my locker. Some people do not even fucking talk to me. Fuck them. Fuck everyone. I hate this fucking life. I am so fucking tired of this shit. I am scared and I am tired and I cannot take anymore. Yesterday in the locker room, some bitch said “Sam is such a dyke and a faggot. She is an ugly stupid dyke and we should kill her.” And they knew that I could hear them. I don’t know what to fucking think now. Is it better that they kill me or I kill myself so they never get the fucking chance. I don’t know. I don’t want to be such a fucking problem for my family either. After all, it must be horrible to have a dyke for a daughter. I have wanted to be dead for so long, I don’t really know how I made it as far as I did because I always think about being dead. I am never happy. I love you mom and dad because even though you did not understand, maybe, you loved me and said I was fine and said you would help me. Please forgive me and remember me when I was happy. And remember that I was not a dyke, I was a person.
Sam took the pills, set the note on her bedside table and laid down for an eternal sleep. She was awaken by her mother who had been on vacation for a week. She was screaming and crying. She had read the letter. She held Sam close and told her she would help me. Sam was sent a rehabilitation place for teens for a couple months. They needed to make sure she was okay. her mom sent her to many different schools. None of them worked. They found out about Willow Brooke and it was perfect because Sam loved horses and had ridden before she got depressed.
At Willow Brooke, she got a second chance. Sa didn't have to live in her lie that she was a lesbian. She was someone caught up in a lie that went to an extreme. Now Sam got to be who she wanted to be. But then someone found her journal and Sam’s story spread like a wildfire. Her true friends understand it but others still believe she is that lesbian girl who is scared and they do exactly what the kids in New York did. They have started to drive her towards death.
About You
Nickname [what you want to be called]: Sarah
Age: Thirteen
Years of RP Experience: Four years
Other Characters: None others so far.
RP Sample
Sophie had managed to escape the common room right when Gideon was planning on leaving with a book he had to return to the library. It were supposed to be helpful, but all they taught Gideon was that tugging on the corners of page would indeed end up ripping the page. When he was about to leave, he grabbed for his wand to fix the page, which he had oh-so-conveniently forgotten to do. He was rushing himself, and was attempting to hold the book in one hand and his wand in the other, carefully balancing so he didn't drop either while standing up. It was quite a bit for Gideon, but he was sure it would quickly be repaired. He didn't feel like being lectured on how precious those books were. Half of the time, the books were falling apart, and nothing had been done about them. He learned to stay away from those ones, because gently turning the page would cause the whole book to just fall apart.
As he was trying to fix it, the cat rammed into his legs, slipping in between them and running out of the common room. Even though he had been carefully been trying to lean on the wall, he lost his footing when the calico cat, petite yet very powerful compared to her size, collided with his leg. His knee buckled as he tried to , and he fell forward onto his stomach as the feline pranced away. Grunting, he groped for his wand which was out of his grasp. Although he knew this, he kept trying to reach it, stretching his arm out towards it. When he finally gave up, he sighed loudly. He was an odd sight; a seventeen-year-old wizard on his stomach lying on the floor with his right arm stretched out limply. Surprisingly, the floor wasn't all that uncomfortable, and he didn't make any movements to make it seem like he was about to get up and chase after his cat.
When he heard a familiar meowing, though, he quickly stumbled to his feet with the book and his wand in hand. He hastily placed his wand in his pocket, and rushed down the hall where he had seen Sophie running down. She was nowhere in sight, and the faint meows had faded. It was as if they were never there, and Gideon began to wonder whether he had imagined it or not. Either way, he still had to find his cat, before some Slytherin decided to hex her tail off and turn her paws purple- right, he didn't need a tailless and purple-footed cat. He turned around, and saw her tail near the stairs down the tower. The only thing he could really do was try to follow her, and he darted down the stairs, almost tripping over the last step. Sophie seemed to realize that her freedom of roaming the castle was about to be taken away, and she sprinted away as he chased after her.
The problem with letting her explore the castle was that she would be found an hour later stuck in some room or secret passageway, or she would be bothering some other students. He didn't want to disturb anybody's peace, and so he didn't let her out of the common room often. Sometimes, when he was going outside, he would take her with him and just let her run off. That is, if nobody was practicing Quidditch. She had found the field during a practice, and kept trying to jump up on the brooms when they were close enough to the ground. That wasn't such a smart idea, and Gideon had hastily grabbed her and locked her in the dorm.
The book he had in his hand was about to fall, and he gripped onto it tightly as the cat ran into the library. Well, that was convenient, although he was sure that if she was spotted, she would be shooed out angrily. He bit his lip as he quietly snuck in, hiding behind one of the shelves. He saw where the book he had belonged, and carefully placed it back in its proper place. Now that he didn't have to lug around a heavy book, he could return to trying to find his runaway cat. He couldn't see her anywhere, and began to groan in frustration.
Full name: Samantha Kitlyn Reece, goes by Sam
Age: Sixteen
Birthday: December Twenty-Eight
Face Claim: Kiki Kannibal
Why You are here: Attempted suicide and failed
Horse: Midnight Sky or Night Time Shadow
Riding Experience: Intermediate
Riding Interest: Cross Country
Favorite Breed: Tennessee Walker
Appearance:
Standing at 5'7 and weighing 118 pounds is Miss Sam. The soft wind always loves to play with her long blonde hair. Her blue eyes dark as the midnight sky glisten in the warm sunlight that peaks through the leafs of the tree she always sits in at lunch. Her very pale skin usually makes Olivia look like a ghost that got lost in a mess of humans.
Sam's style is ... different. Usually she wears crazy clothes and her rainbow leg warmers. The only thing that she always wears is her silver start necklace that her mother gave to her father to give to Samantha. On her left cheek is a long scar that she got from falling from a tree when she was younger..
"What I look like? I just told but, here you are. The wind loves to play with my long blonde hair as I watch the night sky that is as dark blue as my eyes. My skin is pale and almost matches the moon. I am like the night, welcoming and mysterious. "
Characteristics
Likes:
- the beatles
- star gazing
- purple
- peanut butter
- drawing
- auckland
- london
- the shore
- day dreaming
- 1700 France
- vinyl records
- duct tape
- the night
- blood
- meat
- rain storms
- the smell of vanilla and musk
Dislikes:
- jelly
- pink
- silence
- the 80's
- early mornings
- sluts
- hot weather
- earth quakes
Personality :
GIVEMEYOURATTENTION
something sam strongly strives for is attention. good or bad, she needs it. he hates being stuck in a corner all alone. attention gives her a feeling of importance. whether you know her for being the funny girl or know her for being the suicidal loser, as long you know who she is and pay attention to her, she doesn’t care.
SILENCEISASCARYSOUND
when you find sam quiet, you know something is wrong. this girl is usually very loud and the only time he is silent is when she is thinking. and those silent thoughts you don’t here are usually about death or ways to escape the labyrinth of suffering.
I’MNOTOKAY
she is not one to tell you when he is feeling down. samantha will keep it to herself and try to help herself, which never really works out. if you really want to know how she feels, don’t ask her. you must go scavenging through her dorm for a little black book where she writes everything. look at those lyrics in there and that will tell you how she truly is.
VEGAS
sam tend to make her life one big bet. from the time he was little, she was betting her friends things. now do not get me wrong, samantha is no gambler but she bets things other than money. most of the time she wins but when she loses, she usually loses big.
SITTINGWAITINGWISHING
sam is an artist. most artists are dreamers like her. they take an idea or concept and do something with it. painters put that idea with color and motion. samantha puts ideas to music and lyrics.
ASTORYTOTELLYOURFRIENDS
she loves to tell stories. most of her stories are pretty hilarious. just don’t make her be a story to tell your friends, you’ll regret it.
GROWUP
never, ever tell samantha to grow up. she just doesn’t know when to stop acting childish. most of the time, it is fun being around her when she is acting childish but then it can get a wee annoying.
HOMEWRECKER
a final piece of advice, do not get on sam’s bad side. let’s just say that she can get pretty vengeful. and trust me, she doesn’t do just a couple little things, he does loads of big, impacting things. watch your back.
The past
Family Tree:
- Father: jared reece // fifty-three // architecture design
- Mother: melanie gates-reece // fifty-two // marine biologist
- Siblings: sean reece // twenty-four // bartender
rilee reece // nineteen // drop-out - Other: none
Hometown: New York, New York
History :
It was a summer to remember for Melanie Gates and Jared Reece. Melanie was in New Zealand with a group of Marine Biologists on a mission to check out the Great Barrier Reef and its inhabitants. Jared was a surfer spending all his time in New Zealand's waves. The two spontaneously met on the beach and that is what we would like to call ancient history. Let's skip to eight years later. That's where Sam comes in. She was the third child of Melanie and Jared Reece. They were ecstatic to have a beautiful baby girl.
Let's skip those early years. They were boring as shit. Being born and raised in New York City was the best for Sam. She didn't go to some fancy private school on the Upper East Side. No. she went to public in Brooklyn. Sam had always craved attention from everyone. When she was in fifth grade, the school got an exchange student from England. Everyone was wooing over him, even the guys. Being her egotistical self, she decided to get the focus back on her. I told everyone that was gay. Truly, she was not gay. In fact, she loved the boys. But those are the things she did for attention. When you live in a lie so much, you begin to believe it yourself.
She was spit on. She was out casted. She was rejected by everyone, except her family. They tried to understand but just couldn't. At least they loved Sam. She started to cut. The silver blade that drew red blood on her skin made her feel such a release. It helped her make my emotional pain physical. It continued and by eighth grade, Samantha was over life. She had a plan. Sam would over dose. It would be simple, easy and virtually painless. And as the day grew nearer, She wrote a letter that she would leave next to her body.
I’m sorry to the people that I love but I can’t fucking take it anymore. So I am gay. Why does everyone hate me because of that? Fuck them. I have been punched, spit on and called dyke, queer, looser, pussy, fag girl. Some asshole even painted dyke on my locker. Some people do not even fucking talk to me. Fuck them. Fuck everyone. I hate this fucking life. I am so fucking tired of this shit. I am scared and I am tired and I cannot take anymore. Yesterday in the locker room, some bitch said “Sam is such a dyke and a faggot. She is an ugly stupid dyke and we should kill her.” And they knew that I could hear them. I don’t know what to fucking think now. Is it better that they kill me or I kill myself so they never get the fucking chance. I don’t know. I don’t want to be such a fucking problem for my family either. After all, it must be horrible to have a dyke for a daughter. I have wanted to be dead for so long, I don’t really know how I made it as far as I did because I always think about being dead. I am never happy. I love you mom and dad because even though you did not understand, maybe, you loved me and said I was fine and said you would help me. Please forgive me and remember me when I was happy. And remember that I was not a dyke, I was a person.
Sam took the pills, set the note on her bedside table and laid down for an eternal sleep. She was awaken by her mother who had been on vacation for a week. She was screaming and crying. She had read the letter. She held Sam close and told her she would help me. Sam was sent a rehabilitation place for teens for a couple months. They needed to make sure she was okay. her mom sent her to many different schools. None of them worked. They found out about Willow Brooke and it was perfect because Sam loved horses and had ridden before she got depressed.
At Willow Brooke, she got a second chance. Sa didn't have to live in her lie that she was a lesbian. She was someone caught up in a lie that went to an extreme. Now Sam got to be who she wanted to be. But then someone found her journal and Sam’s story spread like a wildfire. Her true friends understand it but others still believe she is that lesbian girl who is scared and they do exactly what the kids in New York did. They have started to drive her towards death.
About You
Nickname [what you want to be called]: Sarah
Age: Thirteen
Years of RP Experience: Four years
Other Characters: None others so far.
RP Sample
Sophie had managed to escape the common room right when Gideon was planning on leaving with a book he had to return to the library. It were supposed to be helpful, but all they taught Gideon was that tugging on the corners of page would indeed end up ripping the page. When he was about to leave, he grabbed for his wand to fix the page, which he had oh-so-conveniently forgotten to do. He was rushing himself, and was attempting to hold the book in one hand and his wand in the other, carefully balancing so he didn't drop either while standing up. It was quite a bit for Gideon, but he was sure it would quickly be repaired. He didn't feel like being lectured on how precious those books were. Half of the time, the books were falling apart, and nothing had been done about them. He learned to stay away from those ones, because gently turning the page would cause the whole book to just fall apart.
As he was trying to fix it, the cat rammed into his legs, slipping in between them and running out of the common room. Even though he had been carefully been trying to lean on the wall, he lost his footing when the calico cat, petite yet very powerful compared to her size, collided with his leg. His knee buckled as he tried to , and he fell forward onto his stomach as the feline pranced away. Grunting, he groped for his wand which was out of his grasp. Although he knew this, he kept trying to reach it, stretching his arm out towards it. When he finally gave up, he sighed loudly. He was an odd sight; a seventeen-year-old wizard on his stomach lying on the floor with his right arm stretched out limply. Surprisingly, the floor wasn't all that uncomfortable, and he didn't make any movements to make it seem like he was about to get up and chase after his cat.
When he heard a familiar meowing, though, he quickly stumbled to his feet with the book and his wand in hand. He hastily placed his wand in his pocket, and rushed down the hall where he had seen Sophie running down. She was nowhere in sight, and the faint meows had faded. It was as if they were never there, and Gideon began to wonder whether he had imagined it or not. Either way, he still had to find his cat, before some Slytherin decided to hex her tail off and turn her paws purple- right, he didn't need a tailless and purple-footed cat. He turned around, and saw her tail near the stairs down the tower. The only thing he could really do was try to follow her, and he darted down the stairs, almost tripping over the last step. Sophie seemed to realize that her freedom of roaming the castle was about to be taken away, and she sprinted away as he chased after her.
The problem with letting her explore the castle was that she would be found an hour later stuck in some room or secret passageway, or she would be bothering some other students. He didn't want to disturb anybody's peace, and so he didn't let her out of the common room often. Sometimes, when he was going outside, he would take her with him and just let her run off. That is, if nobody was practicing Quidditch. She had found the field during a practice, and kept trying to jump up on the brooms when they were close enough to the ground. That wasn't such a smart idea, and Gideon had hastily grabbed her and locked her in the dorm.
The book he had in his hand was about to fall, and he gripped onto it tightly as the cat ran into the library. Well, that was convenient, although he was sure that if she was spotted, she would be shooed out angrily. He bit his lip as he quietly snuck in, hiding behind one of the shelves. He saw where the book he had belonged, and carefully placed it back in its proper place. Now that he didn't have to lug around a heavy book, he could return to trying to find his runaway cat. He couldn't see her anywhere, and began to groan in frustration.
