Post by london09 on Jul 18, 2008 7:54:51 GMT
About you
Name: London
Age: 18
How to contact you: PM me for e-mail
Role playing experience: too much 6-7 years
Other Characters on this Site: none
About your Character
Name: Lady Parker Isabelle Boleyn
Nickname: Bella
Age: twenty one
Country: England
Position:Former nobles women, now an outlaw
Job: Living off the land // bar maiden
Eye Color: Sapphire blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5’ 2”
General Appearance:
Parker is a petite little thing. Everyone always use to point out how short she is, all through her child hood. She’s always been a skinny little thing. She’s slender but has enough curves to define her shape. She’s not just a walking stick. She inherited her mothers pale milky skin and her father’s bright blue eyes. She has long dark brown locks that make her complexion look even paler. She tends to let her hair hang lose. It has a natural wave to it. On other occasions she ties it back into a high pony tail to keep it from distracting her when she’s out hunting
Before she was an outlaw, Parker wore the finest silk gowns imported from all around the world. Jewels sparkled on her fingers and pears hung from her ears. But as she gave up her life as a nobles women she dresses more drab. A simple pair of black leather slacks, a pale blue tunic shirt, and she’s always spotted with her sword, and bow at her side. The sword was her fathers that she stole when she ran away and the bow she made with twine and fine oak branch she found in the woods.
Likes:
Freedom, horseback riding, fighting, using her bow, hunting, boys, sleeping under the stars, gambling, jousting tournaments, listening to stories around the camp fire, The woods
Dislikes:
Rules, being told what to do, Nobles, The Sheriff, liars, people who steal from her, starving, dogs,
Personality: She tries her hardest to stay optimistic and look for the good in situations but she’s struggled with depression over the past couple of years. She’s one of those girls that can wear a smile, laugh all the time, but at the end of the day go home and feel so empty. She trust’s people too easily and that usually leads to her getting hurt. One of these days she’s going to give her trust to someone that’s really going to screw over.
On most good days Parker has a pretty blunt and sometimes crude sense of humor. Her bluntness has gotten her into quiet a bit of trouble. She can always turn something into a joke, when the occasion arises, she not like some people where you can’t have a serious conversation.
She’s a bit of a hopeless romantic. When she’s in a relationship she does everything for that one person. She’s really good at doing sweet little things, ie breakfast in bed, Presents etc. She’s a touchy feely person, but that’s just in general. She's not afraid to just hug her friends, or snuggle up with a group of people around the camp fire. There’s something comforting about having people close to you, ya know?
As much as she acts like she can brush anything off of her shoulders she’s very sensitive and takes some things way too personal. Sure, she gets along with everyone and anyone but that doesn’t mean she is best friends with them. Rather, Parker has a select few close friends. It’s like being in a crowded room, but feeling completely alone. It just takes a bit too really get into her shell. You’d never really know that by chatting with her, but if you hang around long enough you’d realize it. That the jokes are cover ups for insecurities.
Family:
Sir Eric Von Boleyn – Father
Lady Shannon Kit Boleyn – Mother
William Heath Boleyn – Older brother
Background:Among the nobles in Kent lived a wealthy couple; Sir Eric Von Boleyn and Lady Shannon Boleyn. Once giving birth to a son, William Boleyn, Parker was born. She grew up like any other noble child would, spoiled and vastly taken care of. Several ladies in waiting, a vast chamber to call her own, pearls and gems galore. She always had things in life handed to her. No responsibilities except to walk and talk as she was told.
As a child she developed a close bond with her brother. He was always looking out for her and never seemed to leave her side. Unlike other girls, Parker learned to fight with a sword when she should be learning to sew. She crafted a bow instead of memorizing limericks. All under her brothers influence. Her mother objected to such things but secretly her father was quiet fond of her free spirit. He use to tell her stories of the battle field instead of fairy tales at night. He bought her novels that told great stories of pervious knights, nobles men, and her favorite bed time stories involved the infamous robin hood that roamed the streets in this very day and age. She envied his freedom, will, and drive for the people.
At the ripe age of nineteen she was betrothed to a noble man from Nettlestone. Having no desire to marry a man she never met she turned to her older brother for advice on what to do. He could offer no great advice or plan to escape from the set marriage. So late on one night, she packed up her belongings, grabbed her brothers sword, stole her fathers horse, and road off into the night. She disowned her noble title and went into hiding.
Two years passed and no search party could seem to find her, so she lived off the land. Sleeping where she could, hunting to keep a full stomach, and working as a bar maiden in Underwood. Why underwood? It’s easy to keep your friends close, but it’s even easier to keep your enemies closer in such a town. Though she rides from land to land, she calls the woods her home, and the night sky her friend. Living a life of freedom and in no cages. Though how she misses her brother, longs for her fathers stories, and wishes she could share some of her life with her family again. But alas she can not if she wishes to stay free. It’s the price she must pay to live the life she wants.
Anything else: nope
Face Claim: Zooey Deschanel
RP Sample: 
Park Dior
Hell is so close, and heavens out of reach
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Password: i'm not being funny[/size]
Name: London
Age: 18
How to contact you: PM me for e-mail
Role playing experience: too much 6-7 years
Other Characters on this Site: none
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Parker Isabelle Boleyn
Parker Isabelle Boleyn
About your Character
Name: Lady Parker Isabelle Boleyn
Nickname: Bella
Age: twenty one
Country: England
Position:Former nobles women, now an outlaw
Job: Living off the land // bar maiden
Eye Color: Sapphire blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5’ 2”
General Appearance:
Parker is a petite little thing. Everyone always use to point out how short she is, all through her child hood. She’s always been a skinny little thing. She’s slender but has enough curves to define her shape. She’s not just a walking stick. She inherited her mothers pale milky skin and her father’s bright blue eyes. She has long dark brown locks that make her complexion look even paler. She tends to let her hair hang lose. It has a natural wave to it. On other occasions she ties it back into a high pony tail to keep it from distracting her when she’s out hunting
Before she was an outlaw, Parker wore the finest silk gowns imported from all around the world. Jewels sparkled on her fingers and pears hung from her ears. But as she gave up her life as a nobles women she dresses more drab. A simple pair of black leather slacks, a pale blue tunic shirt, and she’s always spotted with her sword, and bow at her side. The sword was her fathers that she stole when she ran away and the bow she made with twine and fine oak branch she found in the woods.
Likes:
Freedom, horseback riding, fighting, using her bow, hunting, boys, sleeping under the stars, gambling, jousting tournaments, listening to stories around the camp fire, The woods
Dislikes:
Rules, being told what to do, Nobles, The Sheriff, liars, people who steal from her, starving, dogs,
Personality: She tries her hardest to stay optimistic and look for the good in situations but she’s struggled with depression over the past couple of years. She’s one of those girls that can wear a smile, laugh all the time, but at the end of the day go home and feel so empty. She trust’s people too easily and that usually leads to her getting hurt. One of these days she’s going to give her trust to someone that’s really going to screw over.
On most good days Parker has a pretty blunt and sometimes crude sense of humor. Her bluntness has gotten her into quiet a bit of trouble. She can always turn something into a joke, when the occasion arises, she not like some people where you can’t have a serious conversation.
She’s a bit of a hopeless romantic. When she’s in a relationship she does everything for that one person. She’s really good at doing sweet little things, ie breakfast in bed, Presents etc. She’s a touchy feely person, but that’s just in general. She's not afraid to just hug her friends, or snuggle up with a group of people around the camp fire. There’s something comforting about having people close to you, ya know?
As much as she acts like she can brush anything off of her shoulders she’s very sensitive and takes some things way too personal. Sure, she gets along with everyone and anyone but that doesn’t mean she is best friends with them. Rather, Parker has a select few close friends. It’s like being in a crowded room, but feeling completely alone. It just takes a bit too really get into her shell. You’d never really know that by chatting with her, but if you hang around long enough you’d realize it. That the jokes are cover ups for insecurities.
Family:
Sir Eric Von Boleyn – Father
Lady Shannon Kit Boleyn – Mother
William Heath Boleyn – Older brother
Background:Among the nobles in Kent lived a wealthy couple; Sir Eric Von Boleyn and Lady Shannon Boleyn. Once giving birth to a son, William Boleyn, Parker was born. She grew up like any other noble child would, spoiled and vastly taken care of. Several ladies in waiting, a vast chamber to call her own, pearls and gems galore. She always had things in life handed to her. No responsibilities except to walk and talk as she was told.
As a child she developed a close bond with her brother. He was always looking out for her and never seemed to leave her side. Unlike other girls, Parker learned to fight with a sword when she should be learning to sew. She crafted a bow instead of memorizing limericks. All under her brothers influence. Her mother objected to such things but secretly her father was quiet fond of her free spirit. He use to tell her stories of the battle field instead of fairy tales at night. He bought her novels that told great stories of pervious knights, nobles men, and her favorite bed time stories involved the infamous robin hood that roamed the streets in this very day and age. She envied his freedom, will, and drive for the people.
At the ripe age of nineteen she was betrothed to a noble man from Nettlestone. Having no desire to marry a man she never met she turned to her older brother for advice on what to do. He could offer no great advice or plan to escape from the set marriage. So late on one night, she packed up her belongings, grabbed her brothers sword, stole her fathers horse, and road off into the night. She disowned her noble title and went into hiding.
Two years passed and no search party could seem to find her, so she lived off the land. Sleeping where she could, hunting to keep a full stomach, and working as a bar maiden in Underwood. Why underwood? It’s easy to keep your friends close, but it’s even easier to keep your enemies closer in such a town. Though she rides from land to land, she calls the woods her home, and the night sky her friend. Living a life of freedom and in no cages. Though how she misses her brother, longs for her fathers stories, and wishes she could share some of her life with her family again. But alas she can not if she wishes to stay free. It’s the price she must pay to live the life she wants.
Anything else: nope
Face Claim: Zooey Deschanel
RP Sample:
Park Dior
Hell is so close, and heavens out of reach
“Pass me the bottle.”
Parker’s petite hand clumsily groped the bottle of vodka as some unknown party goer handed it her way. She was smashed, and not a good kind of smashed. Not the fun loving, lets have a good time ‘Parker’ smashed. She was ‘I might do something life threatening and really stupid’ smashed.
The alcohol burned the back of her throat as she took a big swig. She scrunched up her face and shook her head for a second trying to ignore the pain. A few of her ‘friends’ laughed. She honestly didn’t know anyone here. Someone had posted a myspace bulletin about free alcohol and asked if she’d come and play a few songs. She had left her guitar in her car and the second she walked in to the party she was handed a drink and just blended into the crowded. She mingled of course, flirting with anyone and everyone. The more she drank, the more obscene her lines became.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her ass and she turned quickly to see who it was. The sudden movement made the earth spin and her vision blur. She hear a deep voice whisper cheesy lines.
“Piss off.” She slurred as she drunkenly pushed the stranger away. Where are my car keys?. She staggered out of the kitchen that most of the party goers had been hang out in and leaned against the wall as she stumbled down the hall. It was easy to spot her leopard print jacket amongst the other coats on the bed. She fell forward and laid there for a second trying to keep the world from spinning. “Ugh.” She groaned taking another big swig from the bottle she still clutched. She felt for her keys inside her jacket pocket. Victory! The rigid feel of metal against her brightly painted nail only meant on thing; keys! She set the bottle down on the floor as she attempted to put her jacket on. Key word: Attempted. She fumbled with the thing for a good five minutes before actually getting it on.
Bottle in hand she staggered down the hallway. She didn’t really have to linger to say goodbye to anyone so she let herself out. She paused at the top of the stairs and glanced down at her five inch heels. There was no way this was going to work. There was a soft ding to her right and she glanced to catch sight of an elevator. Why hadn’t she used it on her way in?
Inside the elevator smelled like vomit and old shoes. It was disgusting. She scrunched up her face and downed a large portion of the bottle. She wasn’t a light weight. She had been drinking for far too long and had quiet a tolerance for alcohol. The bottle was half way empty with the doors finally opened and a rush of “cleaner” air filled her lungs. She drunkenly hobbled through the front lobby and out the front door and was greeted with a great rush of warm summed air. She leaned against the brick building and ventured into her other pocket. Inside was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Without much grace, she with drew a cigarette and held it between her pale pink lips. It took much concentration to hold the lighter still enough for her to get a light.
“Son of a! Just light, god damn it!” She swore allowed. Finally it lit. “Thank you!” There honestly was no reason for her to be talking allowed but she did it anyway.
Cigarette in one hand, bottle of vodka in the other, she meandered her way down the sidewalk. There were a few people out but most of them were young adults venturing off to the local night club or band scene. She slowly glanced to her right admiring Central park. She knew better then the venture there at this hour. She’d only find coke dealers or kids on speed. She use to be- she was one of them. As much as she tried to hide from her past, it usually caught up with her.
She downed the rest of the vodka nearly choking as her body tried to reject the burning alcohol. She wasn’t kind to her body, she didn’t care at the present moment. She tossed the empty bottle toward the park where it landed with a loud smash. She grinned at the tiny shards of glass as they glistened in the moonlight. What an unusual sight of beauty. She shoved her free hand into her pocket and with drew her keys. Where did she park the damn thing? Around the corner maybe? Was it two or three blocks over? Damn it!
She took a right at the corner and proceeded her way pressing the alarm button hoping it would trigger her car. She could tell it was going to be quiet an adventure just to find her damn car.
Password: i'm not being funny[/size]
