Post by Gabrielle on Jan 24, 2008 20:52:40 GMT -5
The (Wo)Man Behind The Mask
First Name: Liz
Age (Optional): 15
Characters You Play as of Now: Gabrielle
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Character's Full Name: Gabrielle Crawford
Character's Nickname(s): Gabi, Gabbers,
Character's Age: 18
What your character is/does : Autobot/Human. Waitress
Celebrity Claim: Alison Lohman
Eye Color: brown and other slightly blue
Hair Color: blondish brown
Height/Weight (Optional): 5'3
Character's Personality: Gabrielle was a bubbly girl. She would talk you to deaf. Ever since her accident, she's to herself. She will rarely talk. She likes to be alone. She's very shy. She's very protective when something is wrong. She worries alot! She likes to walk through the dark. She also can be snappy when pushed too far!
Likes :
~Drawing
~dancing in the rain
~nature
~horseback riding
~ cooking
Dislikes:
~cars
~thunder
~hospitals
Character's History Gabrielle had a wonderful family. A mother that loved her and was her world. She was a riding champion and traveled to many places, riding in competitions. She was out on a drive with her mother when a car hit theirs. Her mother was killed instintly. Gabrielle was knocked unconcious. She suffered injuries to her head and her legs. She could never ride again. She slipped into a coma but resurfaced months later. She last some of her sight in her right eyes. She was released months later. She inherited her mother's car from her will. Ever since the accident happened, she had been afraid to reach out to anyone. Her father and her moved to the city.
Role Playing Sample:
Gabrielle picked up a box, she blew the dust off of the top. She sat down on her bed. She opened the box and pulled out a book. Tears formed in her eyes as she flipped to the first page. Her mother stood there in a picture, standing proud and strong, a smile on her face. She turned to the next page. She looked at the picture of her mother and father kissing, she smiled. She turned to the next. It was of her mother and her car, her old dodge charger. She placed the book aside and stood up and walked to her window. She peered down at the same car. She wondered how the car survived this long. She walked down the stairs. She put her shoes on and walked into the front yard. She walked up to the car, running her hand along the smooth surface of the car. She opened the door and stepped inside. She closed the door and laid her head back on the headrest. She cosed her eyes, hands on the steering wheel. She imaged her driving it along a empty country road. She imagened the humming of the engine. She frowned, the humming seemed so real. SHe opened her eyes and squealed surprised. She wasn't in the driveway anymore. They were flying down the street of the city and towards the country. She tried to open the door. She sceamed as the radio came to life. Don't be afraid Gabrielle, I'm here to help you. Just like I helped your mother.
The car ->