Post by Christina Galloway on Oct 20, 2010 8:52:21 GMT 10
BASICS
Character name:
Age and year in school: 17, year 11
Gender: Female
Gift/Talent: Sporting
Will your character be boarding at DSGT? Yes
APPEARENCE
Hair: sandy blonde, shoulder length, loose messy curls
Eyes: dark brown
Body: athletic build, but leaning toward pear shaped, 5 5"
Face Claim/Character Model: Poppy Cholerton
SPECIFICS
Gift/Talent: A generally talented athlete in all fields, but running is her speciality.
Likes: concentration, loyalty, Autumn, peace and quiet
Dislikes: small talk, laziness, perkiness, long days
Strengths: confidence, self assurance, perspective and determination
Weaknesses: betrayal (being betrayed, not betraying others) , advice, extreme weather and prolonged lonliness
Dreams/Goals: Helping those who need it most, i.e lending services to create sports teams for third world countries and so on
Siblings:(Any siblings at the school?) No
THE AUTHOR
What's your name? Amy
How old are you? 18
Are you male or female? Female
Where'd you hear about us? Friend - Emilius
Any other characters on the site? If so, who? No
Got any gifts or talents of your own? Piano
SAMPLE
Chris rhythmically moved from one foot to the other, her springy trainers kindly absorbing all of the impact for her. "One, two, keep, calm, focus, hard" she said to herself, breathing heavily and whispering the words as they whirled round in her head. BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEP! Her stop watch gave the signal, and like a shot out of a gun, she threw herself forward, her feet pounding the ground so hard her entire body shook,
Trees slid out of view, as though the very landscape was being sucked away by her speed. She smirked to herself a little, new record. New record. Personal best...the finish line was in sight. As always, imaginary opponents appeared around her. Preppy girl, catty girl taking a swipe at a few ankles...finish line was imminent. Catty was gaining....But she couldn't catch Chris. Cheers, glares. She tentatively checked the watch, A whole half a second under the last record. A smile played about Chris' lips, as she stooped and rested her palms on her knees, panting. She slowly straightened up, slung her towel over her shoulder and retrieved her sports drink which she gratefully glugged as though it were holy water. "Just marathon, now" she thought to herself.
Character name:
Age and year in school: 17, year 11
Gender: Female
Gift/Talent: Sporting
Will your character be boarding at DSGT? Yes
APPEARENCE
Hair: sandy blonde, shoulder length, loose messy curls
Eyes: dark brown
Body: athletic build, but leaning toward pear shaped, 5 5"
Face Claim/Character Model: Poppy Cholerton
SPECIFICS
Gift/Talent: A generally talented athlete in all fields, but running is her speciality.
Likes: concentration, loyalty, Autumn, peace and quiet
Dislikes: small talk, laziness, perkiness, long days
Strengths: confidence, self assurance, perspective and determination
Weaknesses: betrayal (being betrayed, not betraying others) , advice, extreme weather and prolonged lonliness
Dreams/Goals: Helping those who need it most, i.e lending services to create sports teams for third world countries and so on
Siblings:(Any siblings at the school?) No
THE AUTHOR
What's your name? Amy
How old are you? 18
Are you male or female? Female
Where'd you hear about us? Friend - Emilius
Any other characters on the site? If so, who? No
Got any gifts or talents of your own? Piano
SAMPLE
Chris rhythmically moved from one foot to the other, her springy trainers kindly absorbing all of the impact for her. "One, two, keep, calm, focus, hard" she said to herself, breathing heavily and whispering the words as they whirled round in her head. BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEP! Her stop watch gave the signal, and like a shot out of a gun, she threw herself forward, her feet pounding the ground so hard her entire body shook,
Trees slid out of view, as though the very landscape was being sucked away by her speed. She smirked to herself a little, new record. New record. Personal best...the finish line was in sight. As always, imaginary opponents appeared around her. Preppy girl, catty girl taking a swipe at a few ankles...finish line was imminent. Catty was gaining....But she couldn't catch Chris. Cheers, glares. She tentatively checked the watch, A whole half a second under the last record. A smile played about Chris' lips, as she stooped and rested her palms on her knees, panting. She slowly straightened up, slung her towel over her shoulder and retrieved her sports drink which she gratefully glugged as though it were holy water. "Just marathon, now" she thought to herself.