Post by Vivian Cantor on Aug 30, 2008 21:29:19 GMT -5
“what is your name?
Vivian Cantor
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Vivian Cantor
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“who are you, really?
YOUR NAME -- VivianOTHER CHARACTERS -- None
CONTACT INFO -- Just PM me, if you urgently need me.
“tell me about yourself.
[/sup][/center] FULL NAME -- Vivian Anna CantorNICKNAMES --Vi, Viv, Pumpkin (her father’s nickname for her)
AGE AND BIRTHDATE -- March 6, 1990
GENDER -- Female
YEAR -- 12
SEXUAL ORIENTATION -- Bisexual
NATIONALITY -- Jewish-American
RELIGION -- Jewish
BIRTHPLACE -- Tomball, Texas
HOMETOWN -- Moved around a lot, but mostly Tomball, Texas
CURRENT RESIDENCE -- Campus
“what do you look like?
[/sup][/center] HAIR -- Dark brownEYES -- Green
HEIGHT/WEIGHT -- 5’5”, 109lbs
BODY TYPE -- Slender, slight curves
OVERALL HEALTH -- Average, has a few allergies
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS -- Changes her hairstyle frequently
PLAY BY -- Lizzy Caplan
“how do you perceive yourself?
[/sup][/center] LIKES -- Loud music, alcohol, PC games, cheesy movies, watching people make idiots of themselves, cats, fingerless gloves, soda, energy drinks, driving golf cartsDISLIKES -- Loud people, chocolate
WORST FEAR -- Getting stuck on a roller coaster while it’s upside down, that and death
BIGGEST SECRET OR REGRET -- Vivian has always been a romantic, the idea of falling in love, living happily ever after, etc, etc. But she’s too proud to admit it.
GREATEST AMBITION -- To do something big
DEFINING QUALITY -- Blunt and to the point. If someone asks for Vivian’s opinion she will give an uncensored version of what she thinks. She doesn’t baby people, figuring that people need to suck it up and get over anything she says.
IDIOSYNCRASIES -- Apathy towards most people, a hatred towards any kind of change, and punches her friends
PERSONALITY
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what about your life? [/sup][/center] FAMILY
FATHER -- Robert Cantor; 38; Accountant
SIBLINGS -- Susan Dale; deceased; half-sister
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES -- None
[/ul]BIOGRAPHY -- Most of the supposed excitement in Vivian’s life happened before she was even born, it’s what shaped her family life and is the reason her father raised her on his own. It was 1987, the Soviet war in Afghanistan was puttering out, and her father was a freshman in high school. He was like any normal high school student, not really the most popular student really but he was smart and that’s how he got his friends, by being smart about it. He had a crush on a girl, on Kaylee Dale, a senior at the high school, he only knew her from his science class. He only talked to her on a few occasions, but they both felt like they had some kind of special connection.
Then the school year ended and Robert lost touch with Kaylee, he never knew what happened to her until his senior year in high school. He had moved out of his parent’s house and was living in an apartment near the high school. His parents supported this and knew it was part of him growing up. Then one day Kaylee appeared at his door, with a small girl of about three to four years old. She told him that she needed his help. Her boyfriend, the father of the small girl, was an abusive man and she needed somewhere to stay, at least for a while.
Robert quickly agreed she and her daughter could stay. He told her she could stay as long as she needed. It was then that they started a relationship, one that would end quite badly. About three months afterward, Kaylee’s old boyfriend found out where she was staying. He finally coerced her into coming back to him. Robert was heartbroken about this and fell into a depression. But then just a few days afterwards, Kaylee showed back up without her daughter, this time asking for another favor. To move away with her, out of town and far away.
He didn’t know what to do, but he finally agreed. A few days on the road and Robert hadn’t worked up the courage to ask Kaylee what had happened and where her daughter was. But he found out while stopped at a motel. He called his mother on a pay phone and found out what had happened. Apperently Kaylee’s boyfriend had been murdered as well as her daughter. Robert confronted Kayless about this and found out what had happened, her boyfriend had gone into a rage and killed the girl and Kaylee had then shot him. Robert, between right and wrong, finally turned her in.
After this long time, Robert got the news that he had fathered a child with Kaylee. He got custody of his daughter easily. He raised Vivian with the help of his parents, trying to keep anything from the past from her. He told her that her mother had passed away when she was only a few days old. Vivian’s childhood was normal with all things considered.
As of right now, her eighteenth year of life, her father finally told her the whole truth of her mother and her whereabouts. Vivian tried not to let this affect her social life, the small one that she had, but she ended up pushing everyone away and becoming a true loner.
SAMPLE RP
Gray.
The light was gray.
David sat up in the bed. Not aware that he had fallen asleep or had awaken. It was just like he was turned on. He shook his head and turned and put his booted feet on the ground. He had fallen asleep on the bed fully clothed apparently and on top of the covers, too.
The light coming in from the window was gray lighting the sullen motel room in a pale drape where few colors could show through. The room was lightly decorated; a bed, shoved against the wall with only a thin cover, a bookcase filled with some books, and a cheap rendition of some long dead artists work.
The moaning horde had past during his unconscious hours it seemed, something for which David was glad to know. The nailed shut door and covered windows were unbroken. Although they had not followed him or had any idea where he was, he had put up the boards and covered the windows just in case they had.
David stood, the blood rushed to his head, different shades of red, orange and yellow danced in front of his eyes like a malevolent spirit. David stood for a moment waiting for it to pass, which it did. David then stomped to the bathroom.
He turned the handle of the sink and, luckily, the water came guzzling out of the sinks nozzle. He pulled the tab behind the sink head and plugged the sink’s drain.
The sink filled up with water and David turned the water off. Cupping his hands David dipped them into the sink and leaned down and splashed water onto his face.
Once, twice, three times he did it. He grabbed a towel off a rack and toweled his face dry. He then looked at himself in the mirror.
His faced looked haggard and wrinkled. Dark lines stood out under his blue eyes and his black hair was messy enough that David dared not run a brush through it. He rubbed his chin, rough stubble stood out on his chin scratching his hand.
David glanced down at his clothing. A gray T-shirt and blue jeans with socks and sneakers, the shirt was wrinkled. Normal enough attire for a person. He glanced over at his leather jacket hanging on a coat rack.
David opened the cabinet near the mirror and found a cheap razor and some shaving cream. ‘Lucky me,’ David thought and he lathered shaving cream on his face.
The light was gray.
David sat up in the bed. Not aware that he had fallen asleep or had awaken. It was just like he was turned on. He shook his head and turned and put his booted feet on the ground. He had fallen asleep on the bed fully clothed apparently and on top of the covers, too.
The light coming in from the window was gray lighting the sullen motel room in a pale drape where few colors could show through. The room was lightly decorated; a bed, shoved against the wall with only a thin cover, a bookcase filled with some books, and a cheap rendition of some long dead artists work.
The moaning horde had past during his unconscious hours it seemed, something for which David was glad to know. The nailed shut door and covered windows were unbroken. Although they had not followed him or had any idea where he was, he had put up the boards and covered the windows just in case they had.
David stood, the blood rushed to his head, different shades of red, orange and yellow danced in front of his eyes like a malevolent spirit. David stood for a moment waiting for it to pass, which it did. David then stomped to the bathroom.
He turned the handle of the sink and, luckily, the water came guzzling out of the sinks nozzle. He pulled the tab behind the sink head and plugged the sink’s drain.
The sink filled up with water and David turned the water off. Cupping his hands David dipped them into the sink and leaned down and splashed water onto his face.
Once, twice, three times he did it. He grabbed a towel off a rack and toweled his face dry. He then looked at himself in the mirror.
His faced looked haggard and wrinkled. Dark lines stood out under his blue eyes and his black hair was messy enough that David dared not run a brush through it. He rubbed his chin, rough stubble stood out on his chin scratching his hand.
David glanced down at his clothing. A gray T-shirt and blue jeans with socks and sneakers, the shirt was wrinkled. Normal enough attire for a person. He glanced over at his leather jacket hanging on a coat rack.
David opened the cabinet near the mirror and found a cheap razor and some shaving cream. ‘Lucky me,’ David thought and he lathered shaving cream on his face.
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From an old zombie rp... zombies rock...
