Post by marla on Jan 11, 2007 21:24:15 GMT -5
x The Basics x
Name: Marla Georgia Callmire
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Hometown: London, England
Intended Course: Literature
x Digging a Little Deeper x
Likes:
[x] Cheesecake
[x] Cars
[x] Flirting
[x] Shakespeare
[x] Swimming
[x] Rain
Dislikes:
[x] Ignorance
[x] Hot weather
[x] Bad hair days
[x] Passing notes in class
[x] Being looked down on
Personality:
Tavia enjoys reading and writing, so often when you see her, she has a Shakespearian novel under her arm. However, she’s not very talkative around her peers, but can teach very well. She treats each of her students as an individual and allows for open talk and debate in her class. She, a lot of the time, doesn’t talk to other teachers so her ideas go unheard. She enjoys rainy days and winter.
Past:
Marla is from England, but her life isn’t a bowl of cherries like she often makes it seem. She came from an old, wealthy family in the English countryside, and she was the only child. Her father was very angry at this because there was no one to carry on the family name, and her mother was unable to have any more children. When she was six years of age, her mother died of scarlet fever, and Marla was handed the duties of her mother, including satisfying her father’s pleasures. She lost her innocence when she was only eight years old. As soon as she was old enough, she ran.
While she was supporting herself in London, she met a half-demon by the name of Adolph, and fell in love. Despite the fact that Adolph was much older than she, they began seeing each other and soon were in a very heavy relationship. However, because of her reluctance to give totally surrender to Adolph, he raped her and left her.
She came to teach at University of Miami when it opened where she has been since.
x Sample RP x:
Whiskey colored eyes watched the maroon liquid swirl in her wine glass as the music pumped around her. True, wine was not a commonly ordered drink at Papa Midnight's club, but if the customer could pay for it, usually the bartenders didn't mind. And usually only the cheap shit was served in clubs, but no, Alex mused as she swirled the blood-colored liquid once more, this was a fine year. She took another small sip with delicate lips, her long fingers wrapped around the bottom of the crystal glass. Her eyes turned only occasionally to the other people in the club, and she sat more comfortably in her chair.
She was dressed rather casually for her usual apparel. She wore a button up, red blouse that clung to her form in a sexy, but classy way, with a pair of dark blue jeans and black, heeled boots. A black leather jacket rested across her legs and her hair was down, straightened, and falling in ripples down her back, the dark lighting bouncing off of it. She stayed mostly silent, until she ordered another drink. "Barkeep, Vecchia Romagna on the rocks." She said simply, her voice unreadable. When the drink was served, she took a small sip and turned her eyes back to the crowd for a moment.
(( It's late here, sorry... it's not the best.))
Name: Marla Georgia Callmire
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Hometown: London, England
Intended Course: Literature
x Digging a Little Deeper x
Likes:
[x] Cheesecake
[x] Cars
[x] Flirting
[x] Shakespeare
[x] Swimming
[x] Rain
Dislikes:
[x] Ignorance
[x] Hot weather
[x] Bad hair days
[x] Passing notes in class
[x] Being looked down on
Personality:
Tavia enjoys reading and writing, so often when you see her, she has a Shakespearian novel under her arm. However, she’s not very talkative around her peers, but can teach very well. She treats each of her students as an individual and allows for open talk and debate in her class. She, a lot of the time, doesn’t talk to other teachers so her ideas go unheard. She enjoys rainy days and winter.
Past:
Marla is from England, but her life isn’t a bowl of cherries like she often makes it seem. She came from an old, wealthy family in the English countryside, and she was the only child. Her father was very angry at this because there was no one to carry on the family name, and her mother was unable to have any more children. When she was six years of age, her mother died of scarlet fever, and Marla was handed the duties of her mother, including satisfying her father’s pleasures. She lost her innocence when she was only eight years old. As soon as she was old enough, she ran.
While she was supporting herself in London, she met a half-demon by the name of Adolph, and fell in love. Despite the fact that Adolph was much older than she, they began seeing each other and soon were in a very heavy relationship. However, because of her reluctance to give totally surrender to Adolph, he raped her and left her.
She came to teach at University of Miami when it opened where she has been since.
x Sample RP x:
Whiskey colored eyes watched the maroon liquid swirl in her wine glass as the music pumped around her. True, wine was not a commonly ordered drink at Papa Midnight's club, but if the customer could pay for it, usually the bartenders didn't mind. And usually only the cheap shit was served in clubs, but no, Alex mused as she swirled the blood-colored liquid once more, this was a fine year. She took another small sip with delicate lips, her long fingers wrapped around the bottom of the crystal glass. Her eyes turned only occasionally to the other people in the club, and she sat more comfortably in her chair.
She was dressed rather casually for her usual apparel. She wore a button up, red blouse that clung to her form in a sexy, but classy way, with a pair of dark blue jeans and black, heeled boots. A black leather jacket rested across her legs and her hair was down, straightened, and falling in ripples down her back, the dark lighting bouncing off of it. She stayed mostly silent, until she ordered another drink. "Barkeep, Vecchia Romagna on the rocks." She said simply, her voice unreadable. When the drink was served, she took a small sip and turned her eyes back to the crowd for a moment.
(( It's late here, sorry... it's not the best.))
