Enter the Glade ~Sign-Ups~

tralala22 • 28 May 2015 at 6:57 AM

Name: Rebecca
Age(14-18): 16
Gender: Female
Looks: A very mature face, with a long straight nose and full pink lips. Her eyes are a bright hazel, leaning on to orange colour, and so is her hair tone. Her eyebrows are a darker brown, but not very full at all, in fact fairly thin. Her looks makes you feel attracted to her, but once you find her personality, you seem a little repelled.
Outfit: Extremely tight black tank top and short black shorts, with many pockets on the front and the back. Black boots that reach 5-6 cm above her ankle and a few metallic bangles on her right wrist. Her hair can be tied in a bun or just put down.
Role: Runner
Personality: Can be cocky, but deep inside she is just traumatized. She appears as if she isn't scared, but overreacts to everything and has a short attention span and temper. Feels like the "mean girl" and "popular girl" at school and definitely lures the boys. An extremely curious mind.
Fears: People who seem not to like her, and seem more strong than her.
Strengths: Athletic as hell, runs extremely fast.
Other: She is a great athlete, but she can definitely not build, harvest, or do anything that does not require daringness.
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Sample RP:
Rebecca wakes up from a traumatic sleep. Filled with guns, rifles, explosions, love...? She runs her hands through her hair, shaking her head when she hears a loud thump and snaps out of her dreamy conscious. What the hell is she doing here. A box... an elevator maybe? Was she being kidnapped? Maybe she was being kidnapped. Maybe.... Maybe she is just dreaming. She pinches herself and winces. Another bang.

She takes a moment and collects her thoughts. First, she is going up. Not down. Up is always better. Thump.
She checks her pockets and finds a pocket knife. What is this? She runs her hands over the blade and smiles.

Then she sees the light. She is coming to the surface. Ready for attack.

The elevators elevates, and the sun starts shining into the box. Then it stops. First Rebecca is blinded by brightness, but she throws the knife. Not anywhere particular, just throws it.

Then she hears a laugh. A bitter, dark laugh. From a boy. 18? 17?
"Hah," the voice says, snickering. "Nice try."

Rebecca's eyes adjust to the brightness. She sees a boy. 18, 17, holding her knife.
Words come out. "Wh-where am I?" she stutters. "I-i..."
The boy cuts her off.

"Abuh-buh-buh," he says, "first lemme speak."
He takes a glance and the other help her out of the box.
"Welcome to the Glade." With that, he throws the knife back at her.