Post by savannahkaye on Oct 18, 2010 8:18:46 GMT 10
BASICS
Character name: Savannah Kaye
Age and year at school: 18, Senior
Gender: Female
Gift/Talent: Performing Arts
Will your character be boarding at DSGT? Yuppers!
APPEARENCE
Hair: Savannah has blonde hair that is slightly curly, though she straightens it sometimes.
Eyes: Savannah’s eyes are a nice almond shape and they’re a beautiful hazel color.
Body: Savannah is tall, but not freakishly tall. She’s thin and have nice curves.
Face Claim/Character Model: Hayden Panettiere
SPECIFICS
Gift/Talent:Acting!!!
Likes:
- fashion
- money
- boys
- acting
Dislikes:
- rain
- bugs
- cats
- heights
Strengths:
- acting
- dance
- design
- guitar/singing
- volleyball
Weaknesses:
- academics
- most sports
- abstract art
- languages
Dreams/Goals:
- become a famous actress
- have her own clothing line
- go to a good college for acting
Siblings: None here, but she has an older sister and a younger brother.
THE AUTHOR
What's your name? Abby
How old are you? 14
Are you male or female? Female
Where'd you hear about us? RPG Directory
Any other characters on the site? If so, who? Nope…
Got any gifts or talents of your own? Dance!
SAMPLE
Please give us a sample of your writing in at least two (good sized) paragraphs and in character!
I dug my freshly manicured fingernails into the ugly lime green polyester chair, anchoring myself, letting the air come in and out slowly through my nose. Despite my attempts to stay calm, my anger won out and I shot upwards, out of the utterly uncomfortable chair. “What do you mean I didn’t get the part?” I shouted at the poor woman.
She stammered. “I-I-I-I’m sorry. Why don’t you go talk to Mr. Bradford?”
She stepped back sheepishly and I immediately felt guilty that I scared the woman. I gave her a small smile before turning on my signature pink heel and storming through the heavy, sound proof door. I put on my charming smiled and strolled up to the table where the producers of the movie sat, my heels clicking on the gross tiles. I rested my hands on the table and lowered my face so I was eye-to-eye with Mr. Bradford. “What the fuck is this about?” I growled, trying to keep my poker face as the gross scent of pepperoni made its way from the assistant behind Mr. Bradfor into my nose.
He looked genuinely surprised. I guess I hadn’t seen intimidating during my audition. Well, that was a first. “You didn’t get the part,” he stated with his own poker face, which I matched by raising my right eyebrow. “You got the part of Maura, the lead.”
I lost my poker face, and it was replaced by a grin. I was ecstatic, but showing it was be a huge no-no. I simply said, “Damn right.” I turned on my heel and strolled out of the room.