Post by Reld on Mar 10, 2009 0:09:08 GMT -6
OOC Information
My name's Reld, thanks. ^^
Email: xxamuffin@yahoo.com
MSN/Yahoo msger: mysterymind12@hotmail.com OR xxamuffin@yahoo.com
AIM: chreldorm
My name's Reld, thanks. ^^
Email: xxamuffin@yahoo.com
MSN/Yahoo msger: mysterymind12@hotmail.com OR xxamuffin@yahoo.com
AIM: chreldorm
Character Information
Name: Araminta "Minty" Lee Rimmeid. Call her anything other then Minty and prepare for... well, just don't.
Age: 18
Gender: Female.
Student/Professor? She's a freshman majoring in psychology and minoring in Latin.
Birthday: February 19th. She an Aquarius.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Appearance: Minty is one of the smaller individuals. She's nothing over 5'4", small boned from her mother's side and slender. She's pale, a shade of ivory rose. Her skin in thin, translucent, so there are shadows under her eyes she can never quite hide, and you can see the blue veins of blood pulsing through her.
Her face is rather round. She has messily lank auburn curls that are past her shoulders in length, and usually left loose. Her eyebrows are thin and light. She has round olive green eyes, and full lips.
Personality: She has a cool, calm personality and a certain poise about her. It's quite hard to get her mad at you, but if you do manage to set her off (which I'll make sure to give you a high-five for) you'll definitely find how nasty of a temper she can have. A short time later, however, you'll have her extensively apologizing to you. She's very forgiving, which isn't exactly a good thing, as sometimes she readily gives second chances to the wrong people. She's overly trusting.
She also takes everything too seriously. She never gets jokes. Seriously, she might be polite and remember to give a fake little laugh, but she'd probably just stare at you.
She's practical. And a perfectionist. If something isn't up to her standards, it has to be changed. Thought you did her a favor? She'll have to quietly redo what you did, thanks.
Likes:
:: Order.
:: Notebooks.
:: Green ink.
:: Bittersweet chocolate.
:: Mornings. It's so refreshing to get up at 5am and start your day early.
:: The calm of a quiet place.
:: Playing piano.
:: Green tea. No sugar, thank you. And you do not put milk in green tea. No no no. Put that AWAY.
:: Cleaning. The joy of having a clean dorm!
:: Cats. Sphynx, the hairless ones, are the best. She has a completely gray one named Farah.
:: Hydrangea flowers.
:: Coldplay. She's addicted.
:: The color green. (Who would have guessed?)
Dislikes:
:: Children. They're unpredictable, don't clean up after themselves, and only look innocent.
:: People who don't face reality.
:: Television. It's useless. Only melts the brain.
:: Gum. It annoys her to no end when someone stuffs a piece of gum in their mouths and starts smack smack smacking.
:: Disrespectful people.
:: Nursery Rhymes.
:: Parades. So much bloody noise! Plus it makes a big mess in the street.
:: Clowns. They act stupid and are scary. You don't know who's under the face paint.
:: Traffic.
:: Lint. She's obsessive about lint brushes and keeping her clothes lint and hair free.
History:
Minty was born in England. Leeds, actually, where her parents grew up, met, and married. She has two older brothers, Mason and Laird, who are twins and were born two years before her.
When Minty was just a few years old her parents deiced to move the family to America, based on what they had heard about jobs and the school system. They thought it all sounded better then where they were, so they booked a flight, kissed their relations goodbye, and left the UK.
One of Minty's first memories is running up and down the isles of the plane. It was the first time any of the kids had flown so they thought it was quite fun.
Her parents, taking a loan from the bank since they were still waiting for the house in England to sell, bought a three story townhouse just outside New York City.
Minty and her brothers went to a private school. There weren't really any majorly interesting events in her school days.
She came home with sparkly star stickers on her elementary school homework and sold cookies as a girl scout.
When she was twelve she broke her arm in a car crash. She hated the cast, it itched so much she ended up getting a pencil stuck in it.
Her dad got her to join the soccer team when she was thirteen, and she played for two years. It wasn't really her thing, but she liked being on the team and had fun with the other girls.
She had always gotten good grades, but on entering 10th grade she really jumped into her work and got on the honor roll. Everyone was unsurprised, with how much she stressed over good grades.
She was never exactly unpopular. She got a date for the formals, hung out with her friend every Saturday night if she was done with her homework.
She graduated highschool and was excited, to say the least, to be accepted at Corealis.
And that's where she is, happy to be here.
Face claim: Emily Browning
Role playing example: Here's something from another of my characters, Dimitri, who I've been playing at Blood on the Walls, a vampy/werewolfy/human RPG (not to be confused with anything to do with Twilight).
His smile had pretty much faded, if it had existed at all. Dimitri expected that he looked pretty dumbfounded right then. Didn't like picturing himself like that, but was pretty taken with this girl. He squinted at her for a moment, raised his eyebrows. She did look young, but there was something about her. It's mysterious, is what he thought, as he looked into the green eyes.
Her voice was velvety, and he was surprised at the sound, but it suited her perfectly. He raised his eyebrows. Oh, so he had just fallen into some girl's yard. Well, at least he wasn't stalking outside her window, eh? Just hiding next to her fence.
Wait. Is there that much difference?
At least she wasn't screaming, as he had first expected. Or hitting him, which hadn't seemed unlikely, with how she'd gone to clenching her fists, either. She looked surprisingly cool at the moment. And hot, he thought.
Not to say she couldn't be a sly, calculating person underneath the elegant figure she portrayed... He narrowed his eyes, then quickly smoothed out his face out.
She said graced her, with his appearance? He half smiled, glanced down at his jeans, the knees ripped out, and mucked up navy blue hoodie.
He looked up to see her walk over to stand in front of him, then. Her movements were graceful, he noticed immediately. Like she could be a dancer.
The Killer's song popped into his head then, of course. Are we human, or are we dancer? Stupid annoying song...
And she held out her hand to him. Dimitri was still sitting in the dewy grass.
He rejected the seemingly kind gesture and quickly scrambled up to stand opposite the girl. He didn't really want to upset her, you never know what people are capable of, but he didn't like to accept help from strangers. Or anyone. He guessed he would've helped her up, sure, but it wasn't like he needed any help himself.
And no, he told himself, it wasn't because she was a girl at all.
He shook her hand instead. His eyes trailed away right off, to bare rose bushes, realizing how awkward a move this had been to make.
He pulled his hand from hers and put it in his pocket. "You see," Dimitri finally said, letting his voice rise from the whisper he had taken to previously. "I seemed to have run into a vampire on the street, and... well, it's a rather long story."
It wasn't really that long. Basically, he'd just got caught by a guy he tried to steal from. A guy who chased him, who was probably still looking for him. Fun times. Anyways, he really shouldn't be just standing here.
"Why are you just standing around out here?" he asked the girl. So what if it was her yard, didn't she have parents or something to yell at her? "Isn't it a little cold for you? I'm kinda cold, and I have this on." he yanked at the hoodie. He was cooling down after the running now, his heart had stopped pumping so quickly, went back to normal. Well, maybe not normal, since more often then not he was pulling some stunt that had him on the edge.
Her voice was velvety, and he was surprised at the sound, but it suited her perfectly. He raised his eyebrows. Oh, so he had just fallen into some girl's yard. Well, at least he wasn't stalking outside her window, eh? Just hiding next to her fence.
Wait. Is there that much difference?
At least she wasn't screaming, as he had first expected. Or hitting him, which hadn't seemed unlikely, with how she'd gone to clenching her fists, either. She looked surprisingly cool at the moment. And hot, he thought.
Not to say she couldn't be a sly, calculating person underneath the elegant figure she portrayed... He narrowed his eyes, then quickly smoothed out his face out.
She said graced her, with his appearance? He half smiled, glanced down at his jeans, the knees ripped out, and mucked up navy blue hoodie.
He looked up to see her walk over to stand in front of him, then. Her movements were graceful, he noticed immediately. Like she could be a dancer.
The Killer's song popped into his head then, of course. Are we human, or are we dancer? Stupid annoying song...
And she held out her hand to him. Dimitri was still sitting in the dewy grass.
He rejected the seemingly kind gesture and quickly scrambled up to stand opposite the girl. He didn't really want to upset her, you never know what people are capable of, but he didn't like to accept help from strangers. Or anyone. He guessed he would've helped her up, sure, but it wasn't like he needed any help himself.
And no, he told himself, it wasn't because she was a girl at all.
He shook her hand instead. His eyes trailed away right off, to bare rose bushes, realizing how awkward a move this had been to make.
He pulled his hand from hers and put it in his pocket. "You see," Dimitri finally said, letting his voice rise from the whisper he had taken to previously. "I seemed to have run into a vampire on the street, and... well, it's a rather long story."
It wasn't really that long. Basically, he'd just got caught by a guy he tried to steal from. A guy who chased him, who was probably still looking for him. Fun times. Anyways, he really shouldn't be just standing here.
"Why are you just standing around out here?" he asked the girl. So what if it was her yard, didn't she have parents or something to yell at her? "Isn't it a little cold for you? I'm kinda cold, and I have this on." he yanked at the hoodie. He was cooling down after the running now, his heart had stopped pumping so quickly, went back to normal. Well, maybe not normal, since more often then not he was pulling some stunt that had him on the edge.
