Post by harukisama on Nov 28, 2008 15:12:57 GMT -5
` asyamariabrown ,,
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“ love me or hate me, it's still an obsession
love me or hate me, that is the question ”
love me or hate me, that is the question ”
here we have the new superstar in town, asya.[/blockquote][/font][/color]
she's rocked for sixteen summers of love
and she's gonna be around for plenty more. she's
from here but she's calling
Newport her home now. so get used to
it, because she's not going anywhere.
one love and one life ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]full name • Asya Maria Brown
nicknames • None, really
date of birth • July 23rd
age • Sixteen
grade & school • 11th grade.
status • financial – Middle-class
it gives me thrills to wind you up ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]hair • brown with some honey-brown highlights, long, and usually wavy, although she straightens it.
eyes • brown.
height • 5'6"
weight • 120 lbs.
tattoos • A small pair of wings on her hip. There's no meaning behind it, other than she wants to fly away.
piercings • Just her ears.
playby • Rihanna
come on, come on let's play ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]personality • Make no mistake about it, this girl is a bit of a bitch. She says what's on her mind and doesn't care what anyone thinks. She's loud, proud, likes to have a good time- she's that girl you either love or hate.
She can take things a little too far at times, which gets her into trouble- she doesn't know when to stop with a practical joke or friendly teasing. Oh, I don't mean she's one of those popular girls who picks on those below them on the social ladder; yeah, she talks about the lower echelons of high school society behind their backs, but she's never downright nasty.
She does truly love her friends and adoptive parents, but to Asya this town is just too mundane. She wants to get out and get away. Anywhere's better than here.
likes • Music, summer, bright and colorful things, scented soap, sleeping, cats, makeup, dancing, ice skating
dislikes • disrespect, sexism, healthy foods, cold weather, "emo" music, whiney people, sitting still, players
habits • sings in the shower, calls her friends "girl," texts obsessively, is OCD about makeup
secrets • is adopted, is actually really self-concious, hates the town leaders
overall goals • She, yeah, wants respect. If you don't respect her and openly show it, she'll kick your ass. (Verbally, of course.) She wants to get the hell out of this town.
sexual orientation • straight as a line.
invade me to the point of tears ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote](adoptive) father • michael brown, 37, football coach
(adoptive) mother • christiana ellison brown, 35, works at a dry-cleaning/tailoring service
siblings • (adoptive) taye jennifer brown, 14, freshman in high school (PB: Dakota Fanning)
extended family • She has a little gray cat named Sierra.
history • Asya Brown was born.
No, really, she doesn't remember much more than that. Or her real mother, whom she suspects was probably a case of teenaged pregnancy. (She doesn't let this worry her.)
She was adopted at the age of five from her foster care agency by Michael and Christiana Brown, and has lived with them and their daughter Taye since. Her social life in school has been above average; she has a good group of friends. She's always disliked the way that Newport is run and plans on one day finding out exactly what the hell is going on with these "leaders."
our work is never over ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Group • Curious
rp sample • Not so much RP as it is a sample of my writing.
"The first time I met her felt like a stereotypical movie setting: a park, midsummer, green foliage like a blanket covering the sky. June, if I remember correctly-- okay, fine, so I have the exact time written down somwhere and implanted in my mind for all time: 3:45 PM, June 13th. And if my iPod hadn't suddenly run out of batteries in the middle of a Faster than Fashion song, I wouldn't have heard her the moment I took off my earphones.
"I- I've liked you for a long time... could we maybe go, um, er, go out sometime?"
Gawd, I thought to myself, why do I have such a knack for overhearing really uncomfortable conversations? I was expecting some sort of response from whoever this girl I couldn't see was talking to along the lines of "Sure, why not, you're nice"... insert riding off into sunset here, like an ending sequence in a video game, roll credits... instead, I heard this:
"Ew! Are you serious? No way, just... no way in hell, you ugly little..." Then footsteps. And then... silence. The boy she was talking to was gone.
I could distinguish two things: she was definitely a girl, close to my age. Second, she was behind me. And a new third fact was added: judging from the silence, she wasn't reacting at all. Or, you know, she could have blown her brains out and was now lying dead in shame from being turned down.
And shut the hell up, I am not morbid.
I shifted on the bench I was sitting on to glance behind me. She wasn't dead, but starting to shuffle away. I could barely see anything but the back of her thick, dark brown hair and baggy jeans and hoodie.
I broke the thick tension in the air. "Are you okay?"
She paused and scuffed her sneaker in the dirt, turning to face me. "What?" Suprisingly, there wasn't a hint of a single tear in her hazel eyes. Apart from slumped shoulders, she looked nothing like a, what was that phrase, "woman scorned."
"I asked if you were okay."
Narrowed eyes. "I didn't ask for your bloody help!" She turned as if to start walking away, faster, but I interrupted: "That guy was an asshole, you know."
"No, he isn't!" She stopped again and paced back until she was standing a few feet away from me, hands on her nearly nonexistant hips.
"You're defending him?" I asked incredulously.
"He's really nice to other girls!" she protested.
This girl was clearly mad. Or just stupid. "But not you, right? What, he thinks you're not worthy of his admiration or some crap like that just because you're not-"
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Smarter than you! You deserve better than that!"
"Oh right, because you're just a model of excellence, barging into other people's love lives!"
"Oh my ga-" I stopped to take a breath before I screamed at her. "Sorry. You're right, none of my business. Nice to meet you, though, I'm Matt."
Her eyes met mine, warily, like a gazelle's on a lion that had just invited it to dinner. "Hi. Let's start over. I'm Taye.""
