Post by Kalevala Questelle on May 17, 2007 20:41:10 GMT -5
Name: Kalevala Questelle
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Personality: Kale is very wild and sarcastic. She doesn't follow orders well, and she sure as hell doesn't take BS. She hates to be bossed, but she loves to boss. She's very commanding and is very deadly with her hands and almost every type of weapon...and trust me, you definitely don't want to get on her bad side.
Example Post:
((FROM UNDERWORLD SITE))
Savan looked around the corn field. Hmm, so, this is Nebraska? he though to himself, in a completely serious voice[in his head]. He looked down see that he was wearing...well, nothing. He walked through the field, the cornstalks, slapping his bare flesh.
He emerged at a small farm house, the occupants seemed to be not occupant at the moment, due to the fact that they weren't home. The house was a tannish, 3 bedroom cottage-like house. The foundation was a stone working, and the roof was covered in shingles. A small porch protruded from the front of the house, where a small Yorkshire terrier huffed and bark at the new arrival.
He walked up to the screen door, pulling it open. He continued forward, the door smacking him in the ass as he walked through the threshold. The small dog sat comfortably on the on the thin carpet, his tongue hanging out of his small jaw. Savan reached his hand over, patting the dog on the head, continued into the house.
It was homey inside, knick-knacks were carefully organized through out the living room. After not finding anything of importance in the living area, he proceeded his lofty journey into what looked like a teenagers bedroom.
There were rock and roll posters spread on the walls, along with a large assortment of tight fitting jeans. He looked into the closet, pulling out some tight jeans and a t-shirt that was only slightly to small. He actually had a somewhat stylish look going. Her pulled on some socks and through on a pair of black and white checker-board Converse.
Now that he had found some clothes, he left the small cottage-house, locking the door on the way out, not forgetting to pet the little Yorkie who's name plate read: Hamilton.
BUS STATION:
Savan, his dark hair hanging shaggily in front of his dark eyes, spoke softly with a powerful voice,"One ticket to New York please." The woman looked at him, then to the dollar and handful of lint.
"Sir, that will be $300." He motioned for her to look down again. There, laying in his hand, was what appeared to be 300, 1 dollar bills. Humans, so easily persuaded! He received his ticket and caught the next bus head to "The Big Apple".
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Personality: Kale is very wild and sarcastic. She doesn't follow orders well, and she sure as hell doesn't take BS. She hates to be bossed, but she loves to boss. She's very commanding and is very deadly with her hands and almost every type of weapon...and trust me, you definitely don't want to get on her bad side.
Example Post:
((FROM UNDERWORLD SITE))
Savan looked around the corn field. Hmm, so, this is Nebraska? he though to himself, in a completely serious voice[in his head]. He looked down see that he was wearing...well, nothing. He walked through the field, the cornstalks, slapping his bare flesh.
He emerged at a small farm house, the occupants seemed to be not occupant at the moment, due to the fact that they weren't home. The house was a tannish, 3 bedroom cottage-like house. The foundation was a stone working, and the roof was covered in shingles. A small porch protruded from the front of the house, where a small Yorkshire terrier huffed and bark at the new arrival.
He walked up to the screen door, pulling it open. He continued forward, the door smacking him in the ass as he walked through the threshold. The small dog sat comfortably on the on the thin carpet, his tongue hanging out of his small jaw. Savan reached his hand over, patting the dog on the head, continued into the house.
It was homey inside, knick-knacks were carefully organized through out the living room. After not finding anything of importance in the living area, he proceeded his lofty journey into what looked like a teenagers bedroom.
There were rock and roll posters spread on the walls, along with a large assortment of tight fitting jeans. He looked into the closet, pulling out some tight jeans and a t-shirt that was only slightly to small. He actually had a somewhat stylish look going. Her pulled on some socks and through on a pair of black and white checker-board Converse.
Now that he had found some clothes, he left the small cottage-house, locking the door on the way out, not forgetting to pet the little Yorkie who's name plate read: Hamilton.
BUS STATION:
Savan, his dark hair hanging shaggily in front of his dark eyes, spoke softly with a powerful voice,"One ticket to New York please." The woman looked at him, then to the dollar and handful of lint.
"Sir, that will be $300." He motioned for her to look down again. There, laying in his hand, was what appeared to be 300, 1 dollar bills. Humans, so easily persuaded! He received his ticket and caught the next bus head to "The Big Apple".
