Post by roxanne aubry on Jun 29, 2009 17:55:22 GMT -5
idon'tcareaboutclever,idon'tcareaboutfunny
roxannebrookeaubry
bonjour, my name is betty. i've got sixteen
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for four years
iwantloadsofclothesandfuckloadsofdiamonds
name , roxanne brooke aubry
nicknames , rox, roxy, foxy, hey chick or any other variant
age & date of birth , nineteen & november thirteenth
gender , female
sexual orientation , heterosexual
band/position , hit the switch/vocalist, lyricist, and acoustic guitarist
played by , cassadee pope
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height , five feet, six inches
weight , somewhere around one hundred and fifteen pounds. roxy avoids scales.
tattoos and piercings , tattoos: smiley face on her left hand, her initials tramp stamp style on her lower back, and a song bird with a line of music on her right wrist. piercings: three in each ear, industrial in her left ear, and her belly button.
distinguishing features , she has pretty distinctive hair and tends to make pretty ridiculous faces just for the hell of it.
physical flaws , she has tons of scars everywhere from a bad wreck she was in when she was sixteen and she has pretty god awful eye sight. she tends to be too lazy to put her contacts in and wear her glasses to just "embrace her inner nerd."
personal style , style? roxy has style? you have to be kidding! the poor girl really has no clue about any kind of style going on and really just throws on whatever she pulls out of her closet first. she just really doesn't care all that much about clothes, to be honest. she does enjoy wearing printed tank tops and funky vests, though. her "style" is more funky than anything and she rarely ever matches just because she doesn't care. it's incredibly laid-back and not high maintenance in the least bit. she's one of those who would prefer shopping in a thrift store than anywhere else, which is pretty obvious. but does it really matter what her clothes look like as long as she's happy with what she's wearing? after all, someone has to make all those prissy people who actually try look good, right?
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likes ,
- hair dye
- funky clothes
- dancing like an idiot
- scheming up pranks
- her bandmates (best guys she knows)
- video game competitions
- soccer and baseball
- listening to people play piano
- loud music
- performing
dislikes ,
- soggy cereal
- uptight people
- sitting still for long periods of time
- tiny cars
- slow, soft, depressing music
- arguing with people
- being serious
- cats and apricots (she's allergic)
- over stuffed pillows
- heavily scented candles
strengths ,
- scheming up pranks
- making people laugh
- is confident without being conceited (most of the time)
- singing, obviously
- believe it or not, cooking
weaknesses ,
- anything to do with math
- all instruments that isn't a guitar
- can be a bit of a push over
- doesn't talk about how she feels very often
- is just a little on the naive side
fears ,
- hospitals
- spiders
- not being able to remember anything
overall personality , in all honestly, when you first meet roxanne, she seems like the girl your mother would more than likely hate and turn into a monster-in-law over. roxy tends to come off as wild and maybe just a little bit of a shock. she really is an "in your face" type of person and really doesn't mean to come off that way, it just kind of happens.
she's actually a pretty cool chick and all of her ex-boyfriends' mothers have liked her, promise. she's very laid back and rarely takes anything seriously or offensively because drama just isn't her thing. she's never been the type of person to really take anything to heart as she jokes around a lot and is never serious herself, which is one of her major faults. she's one of the best people you can go to if you're feeling down and need someone to cheer you up, but if you need someone to sit down and talk problems out with you? you're just shit out of luck with roxy. she avoids all serious subject matter because she doesn't want to get talking and have to deal with being asked questions. it's not that she's had a really horrible past or anything...she just doesn't like talking about herself or how she's feeling. speaking of which, when she does get offended or hurt, she tends to bottle all that up and let it be until she breaks and it all comes out in one big episode. that's never a pretty sight, but she always seems to bounce right back.
though roxy's pretty friendly and outgoing, she tends to keep away from girls for the most part. she doesn't really trust them at all and expects them to try and stab her in the back or something like that because of some past experiences she had with girls. that's not to say she doesn't hang around a few and have a friends that are girls. she's just not very close to them. that, and most seem to be put off anyways because of her tomboy-ish tendencies. her mother left the family when roxy was three, so she was raised by her father and spent most of her time with her three brothers and their friends. she was the one who wanted to go play baseball with the guys and her father had to literally force her to go play with the girls. so sue her.
she's pretty open-minded too, so pretty much anything flies with her. if a guy likes a guy, it's all good. if a girl likes a girl, it's all good. someone wants to drink and get high, it's all good. seriously, anything's fine with her as long as she doesn't get dragged in it. she hates being involved in people's business and does her best to stay out of it. and she'll never be caught drunk or high under any circumstances. she's been drunk and gotten high and hated the feeling of not knowing what was really going on and all that. she hates feeling like she's not in control of her actions, so she's always sober. but it's that much more funny on stage because of the fact that she's sober and acts like that.
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hometown , orlinda, tennessee, united states
father , eric aubry, forty-nine, mechanic
mother , yvette rivers, forty-seven, unemployed
siblings , ryan aubry, twenty-two, medical student
tanner aubry, twenty-one, mechanic
zachary aubry, twenty, college student
pets , none
history , pass for the moment? may come later when i feel creative.
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password , -admin edit-
roleplay sample ,
It was no secret that Hargrave Acadmey and Elton-Brown Institute were rival schools in Melbourne. Rarely did students from the schools associate with each other. There were the few exceptions, of course, but they were few and far between more often than not. No, they typically couldn't stand each other simply because of the rivalry. The two schools competed academically, wanting their school to have the best test scores, the best students, and, most importantly, the title of 'number one'. Being number two was simply unacceptable, a disgrace upon the school. So it went without saying that where one school failed academically, they tried to make it up on the sports field. Of course though, the other wouldn't have any of that. Oh, the joys of high school rivalries.
This happened to be an attempt at besting the other school at sports. Baseball, to be exact. The fact explained why Molly Krisle was riding in a car with some girl who's boyfriend was on the baseball team to the other side of Melbourne for the game. Molly may not have ever acted like it, but she was part of the inter-school hatred for the most part. Sure, she liked and hung out with Cain Knoxx, even liked him a little more than her best friend Maddex approved of, but that was really it. She typically stuck to hanging around Hargrave students because...well, that's just the way things went. She probably shouldn't have even been hanging around with Cain as much as she had, but whatever. It wasn't that big of a deal to her. Everyone else could go screw themselves as far as she was concerned.
Once at Elton-Brown, Molly climbed out of the other girl's car and closed the door before making her way to the basebal diamond where the visitor side bleachers were starting to fill up quickly. Nobody missed a chance to rag and yell at the other school for any reason. That, and baseball was always incredibly fun to watch even if it wasn't against Elton-Brown. At least Molly thought so, anyways. She found herself a seat on the bottom bleacher and waited a few minutes for everyone else to get there and for the teams to finish warming up and get in their positions on the field. This was one of the few instances where the softball team wasn't playing the night the baseball team was, meaning Molly wasn't forced to sit around in her uniform until after the game, which she liked. She loved the game, but she could live without those uniforms.
The game started after about a ten minute wait and Molly was constantly up and down in her seat, as were most of the other students in the stands. Before the end of the third inning, Molly had already yelled at one of Elton-Brown's umpires so many times, she was getting nasty glares from him and was afraid she may have been kicked out of the game. During the break between the third and fourth inning, she decided to stretch her legs and calm down with a walk tot he concession stand for a drink and maybe some nachos, which was quite possibly the best thing about a baseball game. Besides the game, of course. That idea had to be a hell of a lot better than having to leave the game. Besides, Molly's throat was starting to get dry and sore from all the yelling and cheering.
After paying for her snack, Molly made her way back to the bleachers while sipping her Coke. She stopped though, after hearing someone whistle at her. She looked around and shot a glare at the guy standing where she had heard it come from. She had to admit, he was pretty good looking himself. He had dark, shaggy hair and really pretty eyes, but judging from where he was standing, he was from Elton-Brown. Molly did not like that one bit. "You ass," she said before rolling her eyes and continuing on her way.
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
