Post by catherinebalalaika on Oct 6, 2008 21:23:33 GMT -5
Full Character Name: Catherine“Balalaika”Jones
Character Gender: Female.
First Grade Preference:Freshman
Second Grade Preference:sophomore
Character's Looks/ Physical Description:Normally, her hair would be light brown, but she’s dyed it an orangey-red colour. Her eyes are brown. She’s a bit on the chunky side, but she doesn’t really care that much because her scaritly huge muscles make up for it. Her friend Alexander says that she has great legs. She needs braces, but she loves her bucked teeth and wouldn’t trade them for the world. She also has a fake piercing on her lip.
Picture: i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Giuliaalvarez/IMG_3556.jpg
Personality: Honestly, she is the most feminist person you will ever meet. She once punched a famous football player for saying that she couldn’t have her ball signed by him because she was a girl. She likes tackling other boys because she has an un-girlish strength. Her favorite pastime is sewing vintage samplers on this yellow and black scarf that she’s had since she was a baby. She calls herself Balalaika, because she can play it extraordinarily.
History:Born in London, UK. She moved to the U.S. when her parents divorced, and she nearly broke her pelvic bone during some turbulence, due to a tight seat belt and her being four. She survived just fine, don’t worry. Hormones took over at age twelve, and she rebelled against everyone over twenty years. She began humming “We’re not going to take it”, and in the end her mother gave up and sent her to this school.
Special talents:Catherine plays the Russian Balalaika extremely well, and has written a gajillion and one songs for herself.
Role Playing Example: Catherine Jones’s messy hair flew all over the back of her head, her tall muscular figure blocking the entrance to the narrow alley where the water fountain resided. She was leaning against the stone wall, no doubt talking to herself about, you guessed it, herself. Her eyes were so full of life, and her lips moved rapidly.
She whipped her head around and around, yelling something that resembled a song titled “Flying Teapots”.
“And then it flew into the wall, and it SHATTERED!” she yelled.
According to her, her incredible talent with the Russian balalaika gave her an excuse to act crazy without those creepy stares and constant whisperings of “Oh, my god. Like, who’s that kid?”
She took the hands of an “emo” kid and she began dancing around.
Naturally, the kid yelled his ears out, and struggled to get away from her grasp. But that didn’t happen. She continued to dance around with him, her bag leaving for a nap on the cold asphalt long ago. From one time to other she would give the kid one of his characteristic Catherine-winks, resulting in grimaces and scowls.
May was blooming, but still the chilly wind was having a last visit before leaving. It was lovely. Luckily nobody noticed if the wind had a particularly great need to experiment on exactly how far it could mess up her hair before she forced it down again.
“Um… can you let go? I think we’ve both had enough dancing for one day, huh?” The emo kid smiled…sort of.
"Oh, no! We're gonna boogie and oogie until we can't oogie and boogie no more!" she laughed.
Rolling his eyes, the emo kid finally pulled away from Catherine’s grasp and grabbed his bag. She rolled her eyes and grinned.
"What goes around in circles leaves after a while…" she said, finally scanning the courtyard for a friendly face.
Character Gender: Female.
First Grade Preference:Freshman
Second Grade Preference:sophomore
Character's Looks/ Physical Description:Normally, her hair would be light brown, but she’s dyed it an orangey-red colour. Her eyes are brown. She’s a bit on the chunky side, but she doesn’t really care that much because her scaritly huge muscles make up for it. Her friend Alexander says that she has great legs. She needs braces, but she loves her bucked teeth and wouldn’t trade them for the world. She also has a fake piercing on her lip.
Picture: i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Giuliaalvarez/IMG_3556.jpg
Personality: Honestly, she is the most feminist person you will ever meet. She once punched a famous football player for saying that she couldn’t have her ball signed by him because she was a girl. She likes tackling other boys because she has an un-girlish strength. Her favorite pastime is sewing vintage samplers on this yellow and black scarf that she’s had since she was a baby. She calls herself Balalaika, because she can play it extraordinarily.
History:Born in London, UK. She moved to the U.S. when her parents divorced, and she nearly broke her pelvic bone during some turbulence, due to a tight seat belt and her being four. She survived just fine, don’t worry. Hormones took over at age twelve, and she rebelled against everyone over twenty years. She began humming “We’re not going to take it”, and in the end her mother gave up and sent her to this school.
Special talents:Catherine plays the Russian Balalaika extremely well, and has written a gajillion and one songs for herself.
Role Playing Example: Catherine Jones’s messy hair flew all over the back of her head, her tall muscular figure blocking the entrance to the narrow alley where the water fountain resided. She was leaning against the stone wall, no doubt talking to herself about, you guessed it, herself. Her eyes were so full of life, and her lips moved rapidly.
She whipped her head around and around, yelling something that resembled a song titled “Flying Teapots”.
“And then it flew into the wall, and it SHATTERED!” she yelled.
According to her, her incredible talent with the Russian balalaika gave her an excuse to act crazy without those creepy stares and constant whisperings of “Oh, my god. Like, who’s that kid?”
She took the hands of an “emo” kid and she began dancing around.
Naturally, the kid yelled his ears out, and struggled to get away from her grasp. But that didn’t happen. She continued to dance around with him, her bag leaving for a nap on the cold asphalt long ago. From one time to other she would give the kid one of his characteristic Catherine-winks, resulting in grimaces and scowls.
May was blooming, but still the chilly wind was having a last visit before leaving. It was lovely. Luckily nobody noticed if the wind had a particularly great need to experiment on exactly how far it could mess up her hair before she forced it down again.
“Um… can you let go? I think we’ve both had enough dancing for one day, huh?” The emo kid smiled…sort of.
"Oh, no! We're gonna boogie and oogie until we can't oogie and boogie no more!" she laughed.
Rolling his eyes, the emo kid finally pulled away from Catherine’s grasp and grabbed his bag. She rolled her eyes and grinned.
"What goes around in circles leaves after a while…" she said, finally scanning the courtyard for a friendly face.