Post by | SPOTLESS ™ on Jun 12, 2007 18:18:55 GMT -5
Personal Information
Name: call me Aylaaaaaaaa <3
Ways to contact you: mehhh
Other Characters that you play: Jack & all Felmans to come... Galen & Karina Hay aaaand Maya Folten yipee!
How did you find this place: like immy like showed it like to me... like.
Anything else we need to know about you?: i be avid writeh <3
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Character Information:
Character's Name: Tzipporah June Feldman
Age: 15
Grade: sophomore
Height: 5'6
Hair color: Tzipporah's hair is strawberry blond, lank, and it frames her pale face in shaggy locks. It lays, plastered to her head, unbelievably thin. It adds to her slightly frail appearance, and often her scalp is sun burnt beneath the fair plait. It reaches to just beneath her shoulders, blowing about them, but for the most part laying boring and straight. Tzipporah greatly dislikes her hair, so leaves it to lie, mostly flat, and always tangled. Littered with split ends, and the occasional wave that seems customary of the Feldman family, Tzipporah's hair, if described in one word is just ordinary. Perhaps, with the exception of the dramatic color, with differs from all those of the Feldman family, it is, for the most part, a distraction from the expressions of her face.
Eye color: Tzipporah's eyes are a brilliant blue tone, like most of her mother's Irish heritage. They are just as expressive, just as capable of portraying every single emotion that passed through the horizon that is Tzipporah Felman's heart. But, shadow hides in these eyes, indescribable darkness that over comes those staring straight into them. None can see the emotions she feels, and her face portrays very little but the constant thoughtfulness she seems to feel on most subjects. Angled upward slightly, her blue eyes are wide set and shine brilliantly through her tangled locks of strawberry hair.
Other Family Members:
Mother - Molly Coates-Feldman - 48
Father - Robert Feldman - 50
Sister - Anna Feldman - 17
Brother - Toby Feldman - 21
Sister - Jack Feldman - 19
Personality (likes, dislikes, basically what are they like?)
With a slight smile, Tzipporah scrutinizes the wall before her. It is relatively bland, and her eyes quickly revert to another spot, always avoiding the other human being's. "Some get frustrated with me," she begins, speaking slowly, and glancing around as her mouth moves. "Absent minded they call me... too spacey." Now she is truly smiling, but the thoughtful look does not vanish from her eyes, and her grin doesn't seem to involve her entire face. It is as if her eyes are separate from the rest of her, cold and unmoving. The calculating look she gives now is full of quiet determination. "I kind of do my own thing. I've never felt the need to follow the crowd, fit in. I've always been extremely thoughtful, rather more pleased to sit by myself and ponder the meaning of life than be involved in some sort of group..." She trails off, obviously deep in thought, and it is a moment before she speaks again. "I'm not shy, but I guess I can be blunt, and I won't lie to save your feelings. Nope, not going to happen." This is perhaps the only moment so far when finally, her eyes seem to join in with the rest of her face in its happiness, and for a moment she looks like one of her sisters, so expressive and bright. But then quickly the look vanishes, replaced by the customary look of deep thought that Tzipporah wears so often.
Likes:
+livestock
+the woods
+vegetarians
+family
+climbing trees
+blueberries
Dislikes:
-republicans
-animal-abuse
-global warming
-diesel trucks
-most people in general
Appearance(what do they usually wear, any scars etc.)
Tzipporah's complexion is most pale compared to most of the Feldman's. Her nose protrudes slightly from the center of her face, and her thin lips are rarely smiling. Her eyes are the least bit angled and hold much darkness despite their blueness. Her pallid complexion seems to radiate from the center of her face, and very thin eyebrows border her eyes, punctuating her forehead rather suddenly.
For the most part, a simple T-shirt and jeans will suffice for Tzipporah, and she is rarely dressed up any more than that. Generally, she spends very little time on her appearance, and for that reason doesn't tend to look all that put together, but she doesn't mind particularly much. If one had to describe Tzipporah's clothing in a few words, one would include casual, whatever occasion but with the occasional surprise, like all other aspects of Tzipporah's personality.
History:
Tzipporah had always been the withdrawn part of her family, and although she is more open with those she is related to, she is still slightly less willing to have huge parties.
Tzipporah was born with her siblings in this town, and only left it in brief vacations. She was never able to imagine leaving the town she had called home for so long, and couldn't believe the urge some of her siblings had to get out of the small city. Tzipporah quickly familiarized herself with the woods surrounding the Feldman home, and was trusted to spend time alone at a very young age. She always preferred the company of the trees to the company of any human that sought to spend time with her.
Tzipporah was also particularly close to the livestock she grew up around. To this day the Feldman farm on the edge of town has a few cows and some sheep, along with several border collies. Unable to realize that some day she would leave the enormous dairy farm, Tzipporah spent all too much time at home on the outskirts of town with cows for company and a border collie pup.
Tzipporah still attains much of her country girl needs, though she very rarely thinks of herself as a farm girl of sorts. The farm is her home, and she can't think clearer than on the old stump behind the shed. Perhaps though, Tzipporah will learn to let go, and learn that the place her rump rests, isn't always the only place she can call home.
Password: These are the moments
RP Sample
A slight smile lighted the angled features of Tzipporah Feldman, but it was whipped away almost before it appears. Breeze tickled the top of her red head, and blew dandelion fluff up into her face. Rather than being annoyed, Tzipporah cupped her hand as if to catch the fluff, the same crooked smile that took residence on her face so often, at the moment curved her thin lips. The stump she currently dwelled on was smoothed from use as a stool, and as a friend. This stump was established a little ways into the woods behind the Feldman household, and the slight noise of daily chores going on was audible nearby. Though, for perhaps an unlikely reason, Tzipporah had not joined the rest of her family to help with the chores she enjoyed so. Instead, in the brisk morning air of the late summer morning, she sat quietly on the stump, observing the world before her.
Now, under no circumstances are we to assume Tzipporah was one to pass up opportunity, or chores, or anything of that sort. In fact, it was working around the livestock that pleased her so much. But now, as the leaves rustled, and a swallow chirped nearby, Tzipporah was genuinely pleased of her decsision. Perhaps none knew why she had chosen to leave this early, but alas, that was up to her yes?
So, completely noiselessly, she rose swiftly from the stump, a thoughtful frown flitting about her features. Dawn had long since passed, but the sun was still low, and a seeping red still remained in the sky, bathing all of the land before it with the same scarlet-gold light. This was Tzipporah's favorite time of day. Not quite after dawn, but not during it either. Almost in a precarious limbo between the two, held the day, suspended and unmoving in either direction. This careful balance was precious to Tzipporah. Perhaps it was because of the lack of balance in her life. She had no balance between a social life and her life at home. School was endless torture, in which she had always been the quiet dutiful girl, noticed by none and continually getting good grades.
But here, it seemed that it was more nature, who showed her some sort of balance, the balance between the brilliant light of day, and the shadows of night. This, and this reason alone, was why she was out, hand cupped, dandelion seed-covered hair and all on this lonely morning with no company but the trees and nature herself.
Name: call me Aylaaaaaaaa <3
Ways to contact you: mehhh
Other Characters that you play: Jack & all Felmans to come... Galen & Karina Hay aaaand Maya Folten yipee!
How did you find this place: like immy like showed it like to me... like.
Anything else we need to know about you?: i be avid writeh <3
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}}[/size]Character Information:
Character's Name: Tzipporah June Feldman
Age: 15
Grade: sophomore
Height: 5'6
Hair color: Tzipporah's hair is strawberry blond, lank, and it frames her pale face in shaggy locks. It lays, plastered to her head, unbelievably thin. It adds to her slightly frail appearance, and often her scalp is sun burnt beneath the fair plait. It reaches to just beneath her shoulders, blowing about them, but for the most part laying boring and straight. Tzipporah greatly dislikes her hair, so leaves it to lie, mostly flat, and always tangled. Littered with split ends, and the occasional wave that seems customary of the Feldman family, Tzipporah's hair, if described in one word is just ordinary. Perhaps, with the exception of the dramatic color, with differs from all those of the Feldman family, it is, for the most part, a distraction from the expressions of her face.
Eye color: Tzipporah's eyes are a brilliant blue tone, like most of her mother's Irish heritage. They are just as expressive, just as capable of portraying every single emotion that passed through the horizon that is Tzipporah Felman's heart. But, shadow hides in these eyes, indescribable darkness that over comes those staring straight into them. None can see the emotions she feels, and her face portrays very little but the constant thoughtfulness she seems to feel on most subjects. Angled upward slightly, her blue eyes are wide set and shine brilliantly through her tangled locks of strawberry hair.
Other Family Members:
Mother - Molly Coates-Feldman - 48
Father - Robert Feldman - 50
Sister - Anna Feldman - 17
Brother - Toby Feldman - 21
Sister - Jack Feldman - 19
Personality (likes, dislikes, basically what are they like?)
With a slight smile, Tzipporah scrutinizes the wall before her. It is relatively bland, and her eyes quickly revert to another spot, always avoiding the other human being's. "Some get frustrated with me," she begins, speaking slowly, and glancing around as her mouth moves. "Absent minded they call me... too spacey." Now she is truly smiling, but the thoughtful look does not vanish from her eyes, and her grin doesn't seem to involve her entire face. It is as if her eyes are separate from the rest of her, cold and unmoving. The calculating look she gives now is full of quiet determination. "I kind of do my own thing. I've never felt the need to follow the crowd, fit in. I've always been extremely thoughtful, rather more pleased to sit by myself and ponder the meaning of life than be involved in some sort of group..." She trails off, obviously deep in thought, and it is a moment before she speaks again. "I'm not shy, but I guess I can be blunt, and I won't lie to save your feelings. Nope, not going to happen." This is perhaps the only moment so far when finally, her eyes seem to join in with the rest of her face in its happiness, and for a moment she looks like one of her sisters, so expressive and bright. But then quickly the look vanishes, replaced by the customary look of deep thought that Tzipporah wears so often.
Likes:
+livestock
+the woods
+vegetarians
+family
+climbing trees
+blueberries
Dislikes:
-republicans
-animal-abuse
-global warming
-diesel trucks
-most people in general
Appearance(what do they usually wear, any scars etc.)
Tzipporah's complexion is most pale compared to most of the Feldman's. Her nose protrudes slightly from the center of her face, and her thin lips are rarely smiling. Her eyes are the least bit angled and hold much darkness despite their blueness. Her pallid complexion seems to radiate from the center of her face, and very thin eyebrows border her eyes, punctuating her forehead rather suddenly.
For the most part, a simple T-shirt and jeans will suffice for Tzipporah, and she is rarely dressed up any more than that. Generally, she spends very little time on her appearance, and for that reason doesn't tend to look all that put together, but she doesn't mind particularly much. If one had to describe Tzipporah's clothing in a few words, one would include casual, whatever occasion but with the occasional surprise, like all other aspects of Tzipporah's personality.
History:
Tzipporah had always been the withdrawn part of her family, and although she is more open with those she is related to, she is still slightly less willing to have huge parties.
Tzipporah was born with her siblings in this town, and only left it in brief vacations. She was never able to imagine leaving the town she had called home for so long, and couldn't believe the urge some of her siblings had to get out of the small city. Tzipporah quickly familiarized herself with the woods surrounding the Feldman home, and was trusted to spend time alone at a very young age. She always preferred the company of the trees to the company of any human that sought to spend time with her.
Tzipporah was also particularly close to the livestock she grew up around. To this day the Feldman farm on the edge of town has a few cows and some sheep, along with several border collies. Unable to realize that some day she would leave the enormous dairy farm, Tzipporah spent all too much time at home on the outskirts of town with cows for company and a border collie pup.
Tzipporah still attains much of her country girl needs, though she very rarely thinks of herself as a farm girl of sorts. The farm is her home, and she can't think clearer than on the old stump behind the shed. Perhaps though, Tzipporah will learn to let go, and learn that the place her rump rests, isn't always the only place she can call home.
Password: These are the moments
RP Sample
A slight smile lighted the angled features of Tzipporah Feldman, but it was whipped away almost before it appears. Breeze tickled the top of her red head, and blew dandelion fluff up into her face. Rather than being annoyed, Tzipporah cupped her hand as if to catch the fluff, the same crooked smile that took residence on her face so often, at the moment curved her thin lips. The stump she currently dwelled on was smoothed from use as a stool, and as a friend. This stump was established a little ways into the woods behind the Feldman household, and the slight noise of daily chores going on was audible nearby. Though, for perhaps an unlikely reason, Tzipporah had not joined the rest of her family to help with the chores she enjoyed so. Instead, in the brisk morning air of the late summer morning, she sat quietly on the stump, observing the world before her.
Now, under no circumstances are we to assume Tzipporah was one to pass up opportunity, or chores, or anything of that sort. In fact, it was working around the livestock that pleased her so much. But now, as the leaves rustled, and a swallow chirped nearby, Tzipporah was genuinely pleased of her decsision. Perhaps none knew why she had chosen to leave this early, but alas, that was up to her yes?
So, completely noiselessly, she rose swiftly from the stump, a thoughtful frown flitting about her features. Dawn had long since passed, but the sun was still low, and a seeping red still remained in the sky, bathing all of the land before it with the same scarlet-gold light. This was Tzipporah's favorite time of day. Not quite after dawn, but not during it either. Almost in a precarious limbo between the two, held the day, suspended and unmoving in either direction. This careful balance was precious to Tzipporah. Perhaps it was because of the lack of balance in her life. She had no balance between a social life and her life at home. School was endless torture, in which she had always been the quiet dutiful girl, noticed by none and continually getting good grades.
But here, it seemed that it was more nature, who showed her some sort of balance, the balance between the brilliant light of day, and the shadows of night. This, and this reason alone, was why she was out, hand cupped, dandelion seed-covered hair and all on this lonely morning with no company but the trees and nature herself.
