Post by Dementia on Aug 22, 2005 8:28:10 GMT -5
First Name: Dementia
Last Name: Fodera
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Hair: black
Eyes:Dark brown nearly black
Pets: One horse called Raindancer xx
Personality: She is a shy Girl, silent and a loner, but isn't afraid of other people, or doesn't hate them either. She just not the social type who walks to someone and introduces herself with a big smile, shaking hands. When shes thinking she usually starts chewing on her lip ring, or plays with her eyebrow piercing.
RPG level: Advanced(if i can be bothered >.<)
Joining Post:
A hooded figure slowly approached the building where she would live from now on, for a long, long while. She stopped, turned around, and watched a grey metallic audi drive away. They were gone now. And she didn’t mind it even a bit. Well, she felt pity for her mother, but maybe her life would get better without Dementia fighting with her husband all the time. Maybe. She shrugged it off, and turned around again, her hands hidden in the pockets of her favorite black pants, baggy and worn, but comfortable. She was probably late, but she'd find some silly excuse. Or not. Kicking a few stones away, she looked down at her black converses, and the ground he was walking on. She took large steps, but managed to look calm while actually being in a hurry. The hood of her dark grey hoodie shadowed the greatest part of her face, and a few bangs fell into her ice blue eyes. Steps becoming smaller and smaller, she stopped and looked up, before pushing the door open.
Last Name: Fodera
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Hair: black
Eyes:Dark brown nearly black
Pets: One horse called Raindancer xx
Personality: She is a shy Girl, silent and a loner, but isn't afraid of other people, or doesn't hate them either. She just not the social type who walks to someone and introduces herself with a big smile, shaking hands. When shes thinking she usually starts chewing on her lip ring, or plays with her eyebrow piercing.
RPG level: Advanced(if i can be bothered >.<)
Joining Post:
A hooded figure slowly approached the building where she would live from now on, for a long, long while. She stopped, turned around, and watched a grey metallic audi drive away. They were gone now. And she didn’t mind it even a bit. Well, she felt pity for her mother, but maybe her life would get better without Dementia fighting with her husband all the time. Maybe. She shrugged it off, and turned around again, her hands hidden in the pockets of her favorite black pants, baggy and worn, but comfortable. She was probably late, but she'd find some silly excuse. Or not. Kicking a few stones away, she looked down at her black converses, and the ground he was walking on. She took large steps, but managed to look calm while actually being in a hurry. The hood of her dark grey hoodie shadowed the greatest part of her face, and a few bangs fell into her ice blue eyes. Steps becoming smaller and smaller, she stopped and looked up, before pushing the door open.