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07 February 2014 @ 01:28 pm
Name: Isabelle

RP sample: Read entries below!

A. the basics
OCCUPATION: Team Rocket Marketing / PR Liaison
AGE: Unknown – looks to be in his thirties.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Saffron City, Kanto.

B. physical appearance
HEIGHT: 6' 1".
WEIGHT: 165 lbs.
BUILD: Healthy.
APPEARANCE: A very attractive white male, with dark chocolate hair and unnatural icy blue eyes. His left eye is clearly fake, with a vertical white scar starting from the top of his eyebrow and running to the top of his cheekbone. Raven has very chiseled features, standing at 6’1” and weighing 165lbs. He wears a dark grey business suit tailored to fit and always carries his cappuccino suitcase. Raven always has a pokemon out with him as a body guard, usually Lucario, but is sometimes accompanied with Hypno.

C. temperament
PERSONALITY: Contrary to his overly-glorified reputation for his unfathomable good looks, Raven's personality is less than pleasant by nature. He lacks sincerity (except when it comes to his long-term girlfriend) and genuine interest in other people; however, if he feels that an aquaintance can offer a valuable asset, Raven'll be sure to be careful how he treats that person.
MANNERISMS: It's been noted in the past that when Raven's lying to Hotaru, he'll look away slightly and scratch the side of his nose with his index finger; otherwise, he has a decent poker face.
LIKES: Hotaru Akizarou.
DISLIKES: Talkative women.
PET PEEVES: People who don't find him attractive.

D. history
History (brief): Raven’s only living relative is his sister Mel Krauss, a Colonel of the combined regions’ military. Raven was previously married to an English woman, Miranda Reed, who was mysteriously murdered. He is currently in a long-term relationship with Hotaru Akizarou, a younger woman of Caliopean descent (a mysterious island where both the pokemon and human inhabitants have been experimented on and mutated to have superior senses, strength, and heightened aggression – their distinguishing features are their purple eyes due to a limited gene pool); however, they seem to be currently estranged. Arcanine and Bayleef are Hotaru’s pokemon, but accompany Raven.

E. pokemon
11 October 2009 @ 05:10 pm
Found this on an old forum I had -- it's probably well over two years old.

My father used to tell me that if you eat something at least 10 times you’ll grow used to it. That’s a lie. You’re either one of two types, A or B. Type A bites their tongue by the ninth bite so they won’t have to taste the tenth. I never found this efficient, probably because I’m anemic. Type B rushes to the bathroom, and by then the taste doesn’t even matter anymore. I was always type B, which probably explains my figure. I was never built. I wish I was, but after lifting weights everyday for two years I started believing I formed all the muscle my body would let me. It was enough muscle to lift crates and push carts at your local convenient store anyway. 30 some years and still making fruit pyramids in produce – I’ve even learned to forget how old I am, but that may just come with age.

If you’re not married and don’t have a good job by 30 you stop counting up and the countdown begins. My doctor says my life expectancy is 99 years old. I can’t even live for a century. 67 years left.

“Hey Henry.”

I’m a weird kind of guy, and I like watching people talk. I like watching their mouths move with every syllable, every letter. I’m surprised I didn’t take the lip reading job that was offered in the newspaper last week.

“There’s 32.”
“I asked if you could take this crate of apples and place them, Henry.”

I’m also a good observer.

“I meant there’s 32 apples.”
“Thanks for reading the box, Henry.”

I think my life is pretty exciting.

Music: supervixen
29 June 2008 @ 01:41 am
It was always dark now, even though Mel wasn’t one to complain. She had always been comforted by darkness; always living in the shadows and always compared to something eerie the darkness hid. But there was a strange smell that came with the darkness now, and it was humid and evil; the dark had become uncomfortable and unfamiliar. She missed the sunlight for the first time in her life.

The barren landscape – once filled with lush greens and beautiful colors – was brown and boring. The only thing that related to beauty was the occasional rampaging tornado that danced freely from one end of the flat land to the other. Everything was dry; everything had become sandy. There was no more rain and if there was a storm, it was the kind of storm you’d find in the movie Little House on the Prairie.

As uncomfortable and out of place as Mel felt in this new life, she fit in easily. Unlike her brother, her high cheek bones, slender nose and thin lips made her look more emaciated than attractive. She was built tall and lean, her clothes barely padding her boney body.

Music: hey pretty
27 June 2008 @ 10:11 pm

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my Isabelle.

Which movie was this quote from?

Get your own quotes:

Music: but
27 June 2008 @ 11:10 am

I have reminded my mother of a flower ever since I was born. My birth was gentle and I caused my mother little pain. I did not cry and I did not yell, but I laughed and my soft fingers reached for loving warmth. I was a light child and my small bone structure was beautiful and fragile; simple and also exotic. I was my mother’s Petunia and that is what she named me; Petunia.

Music: black cherry
26 June 2008 @ 08:01 pm
There was a feeling that rushed through me and the only word I found that could relate to it was feeling anxious, but it was more than that. I was giving myself completely to someone for the first time and that aspect made me feel something more than anxious, but as I lay beneath his sturdy body I felt, somehow, strangely relaxed.

My arms were paralyzed beside me. I could feel my fingertips twitching as I breathed in the cool warmth of his chocolate-y breath. My lips parted and I shifted my body slowly so my half-lidded eyes could meet his. There was a profound trace of devotion in his eyes that soothed and burned throughout me. It was then I knew he more than ‘just’ loved me.

Music: marooned
26 June 2008 @ 12:30 am
I never liked big cities, and I can’t tell you now why I came here. But there was the scent of the devil that brought me to New Orleans, and the sight of my pretty Angel Eyes that made me stay.


I look to my right, there’s nobody there. And then I begin to imagine the same killer that has been haunting my dreams. He’s moved to my senses. I squint briefly and I can see his silhouette from the shadows. His right arm lies lazily against his half open trench coat. It’s tattered at the ends, and suddenly I feel intimidated for the first time. I am the Wounded Rabbit to his starving Blood Hound stomach.

I can tell he’s missing an eye. His eye patch isn’t hard to hide, but I can tell he isn’t trying to hide it. His hair falls unevenly, and I see him bring up his left arm as if he’s going to shoot me. His middle finger pulls an invisible trigger and the smoke follows his index. I’m falling backwards into the darkness.
I need a drink.

Music: forms of imprisonment