Post by Sookie Stackhouse on Aug 11, 2010 4:36:55 GMT
~Character Appliation~
Name:
Sookie Stackhouse
Age:
24
Sex:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Relatives - living or dead:
Jason Stackhouse
Gran
Hadley Stackhouse
Personality:
Boyant and optomistic for the most part, just like Gran used to say "Battles are won with smiles," then again don't let the kind, sweet, blonde aspect fool you- when it comes to me, I stand up for what I think is right and have no problem telling you so. Im not shy by any means and some would call me nosey at times, then again some would say that just because of my ability. I love my friends, family, and close ones with every ounce of me and never appologize for doing so.
Biography/History:
Sookie was raised by her grandmother in Bon Temp after a flood 'accident' happened to her parents. She and her brother grew up just like most children-- church on sundays and chores on saturdays, school during the week, and fun lazy afternoons. Sookie had always been different, that whole 'I can read minds thing'- she saw it as a disability of sorts, and many thought her crazy in the town. She eventually grew into a young woman who went to college for some time but ended back up in Bon Temp to help with Gran and raise some money by working at Merrlotts Bar. Things of course all changed the day she met Bill and from there she has come into her own voice body and opinions. Now she stands on the brink of engament and her future.
Role Play Sample - Leave a good size length of how you rp:
He rubbed his eyes, Aiden wasn't sleepy, just anxious. Breathing out he tried to steady his breathing, one...in ...two.... out....three.... in.... four....out...and sip of coffee.... [******** thats hot!" he cursed setting down the starbucks cup glaring down at the offending beverage with ire. He should have tested it rather than just wantonly sipping from a closed container clearly labled hot. Licking his lips a few times to restore feeling to his sensative tounge, he set to re organizing the pencils on his desk for the third time since he had arrived in his class room. Twenty five desks, all perfectly aligned in five rows of five, stared at him, empty and beconning. He shouldn't have been nervouse, it was not like this was his first time teaching; he had been a substitute on many an occasion, but this was permenent. This group of students would enter their first period english class, sit down and judge him, good or bad, and thus be with him for the remander of the year. He could not step away, start anew. This moment today was his 'anew' and it was the last first impression for a whole year so he better not mess it up. Straightening his tie, tucking it into his slick black vest, that held snug to his long white sleeve button up and matched the black slacks and shoes he wore; Aiden tried to relax.
Relax...ha. It was laughable that he even think to relax really with his ocd being a constant companion, the reason he arrived two hours early to reclean his class room, and center the chairs and desks. Funny that he had choosen a job that was so vastly opposit than he, but he truely did care about children, despite their messy habbits and less than polished ways. He knew there were those less fortunate than he, and he had always felt it was his duty in life to give back and help out the youth.
Buses were arriving and the sound of laughter, chatter, and general rabble filled the air and he sat down, stood up, sat down, stood up and then settled on standing and writting his name on the board while students, his first students, entered.
His brown eyes focuse on the chalk white lines of his name he had formed, one more deep breath, and then turned around with a smile, hands clasped behind his back. "Hello Class..umm..Im, as you can see, your teacher; please call me Mr. Walsh or preferably Mr. Aiden. You are my first class, so thats.... cool. Um, yes" laughing he adjusted his pencils once again. "So under your desks in the little cubby are your books for the year, your text book, your syllabus for the schedule of the class, and a small welcome packet with pencils, pens, and a packet of dye free fruit snacks." Coming to sit on his desk he looked at each of his students. "This year, I want our goal to be growth, you do not have to be the best, understand everything, all I ask is for effort. Now for today can each of you introduce your self by standing up and telling me your name, what you like to go by, and how you feel about english, and one fun fact about yourself. I'll go first" He stood fully, "I'm Aiden Walsh, Mr. Aiden please, um... oh yes, English is the common denominatior in the world at the moment, and being able to pass on cultures verbally or through the written word is why I love english. A fun fact is that I sing." Nodding he sat back down on the edge of the desk. "Okay up and down the rows starting here please"
Name:
Sookie Stackhouse
Age:
24
Sex:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Relatives - living or dead:
Jason Stackhouse
Gran
Hadley Stackhouse
Personality:
Boyant and optomistic for the most part, just like Gran used to say "Battles are won with smiles," then again don't let the kind, sweet, blonde aspect fool you- when it comes to me, I stand up for what I think is right and have no problem telling you so. Im not shy by any means and some would call me nosey at times, then again some would say that just because of my ability. I love my friends, family, and close ones with every ounce of me and never appologize for doing so.
Biography/History:
Sookie was raised by her grandmother in Bon Temp after a flood 'accident' happened to her parents. She and her brother grew up just like most children-- church on sundays and chores on saturdays, school during the week, and fun lazy afternoons. Sookie had always been different, that whole 'I can read minds thing'- she saw it as a disability of sorts, and many thought her crazy in the town. She eventually grew into a young woman who went to college for some time but ended back up in Bon Temp to help with Gran and raise some money by working at Merrlotts Bar. Things of course all changed the day she met Bill and from there she has come into her own voice body and opinions. Now she stands on the brink of engament and her future.
Role Play Sample - Leave a good size length of how you rp:
He rubbed his eyes, Aiden wasn't sleepy, just anxious. Breathing out he tried to steady his breathing, one...in ...two.... out....three.... in.... four....out...and sip of coffee.... [******** thats hot!" he cursed setting down the starbucks cup glaring down at the offending beverage with ire. He should have tested it rather than just wantonly sipping from a closed container clearly labled hot. Licking his lips a few times to restore feeling to his sensative tounge, he set to re organizing the pencils on his desk for the third time since he had arrived in his class room. Twenty five desks, all perfectly aligned in five rows of five, stared at him, empty and beconning. He shouldn't have been nervouse, it was not like this was his first time teaching; he had been a substitute on many an occasion, but this was permenent. This group of students would enter their first period english class, sit down and judge him, good or bad, and thus be with him for the remander of the year. He could not step away, start anew. This moment today was his 'anew' and it was the last first impression for a whole year so he better not mess it up. Straightening his tie, tucking it into his slick black vest, that held snug to his long white sleeve button up and matched the black slacks and shoes he wore; Aiden tried to relax.
Relax...ha. It was laughable that he even think to relax really with his ocd being a constant companion, the reason he arrived two hours early to reclean his class room, and center the chairs and desks. Funny that he had choosen a job that was so vastly opposit than he, but he truely did care about children, despite their messy habbits and less than polished ways. He knew there were those less fortunate than he, and he had always felt it was his duty in life to give back and help out the youth.
Buses were arriving and the sound of laughter, chatter, and general rabble filled the air and he sat down, stood up, sat down, stood up and then settled on standing and writting his name on the board while students, his first students, entered.
His brown eyes focuse on the chalk white lines of his name he had formed, one more deep breath, and then turned around with a smile, hands clasped behind his back. "Hello Class..umm..Im, as you can see, your teacher; please call me Mr. Walsh or preferably Mr. Aiden. You are my first class, so thats.... cool. Um, yes" laughing he adjusted his pencils once again. "So under your desks in the little cubby are your books for the year, your text book, your syllabus for the schedule of the class, and a small welcome packet with pencils, pens, and a packet of dye free fruit snacks." Coming to sit on his desk he looked at each of his students. "This year, I want our goal to be growth, you do not have to be the best, understand everything, all I ask is for effort. Now for today can each of you introduce your self by standing up and telling me your name, what you like to go by, and how you feel about english, and one fun fact about yourself. I'll go first" He stood fully, "I'm Aiden Walsh, Mr. Aiden please, um... oh yes, English is the common denominatior in the world at the moment, and being able to pass on cultures verbally or through the written word is why I love english. A fun fact is that I sing." Nodding he sat back down on the edge of the desk. "Okay up and down the rows starting here please"
