Post by Sarah on Jun 4, 2006 21:44:43 GMT -5
Name: Sarah Forrester
Age: 17
Gender: female, straight
Appearance: Ocean blue eyes, shoulder length auburn hair, about 5'7" but has a petite build. *Looks like Alexis Bledel*
Personality: Sarah is an extremely insecure girl. She doesn't know where she stands in the world and always feels so alone in a city full of people. Her only source of humanity was her mother, but now that she is gone Sarah has no one. She is apprehensive around men in general because of the way her father treats her. His actions made her believe that all guys were the way he was, that they were only wanted a woman for one thing. Sarah loves to sketch and paint and she is amazing at it. She stopped though once her mother died, not able to go on with her dream of becoming an artist anymore. Besides that, she was always too busy trying to get away from her father and his desires.
Family: Mother: Deceased
Father: Sexually and Physically abusive alcoholic
RP Sample: (i've never done this sort of plot before so...yell at me if it's a lttle to graphic or whatever lol )
The neighbors' windows slowly closed, their lights flicked off, and the neighborhood was still. They knew what was happening in the small white house next door, they knew. They were just to scared to do anything about it. No one had the nerve to get involved in anything that wasn't their business. It was bad ethic and they didn't want matters to get worse.
Painful cries became muffled as a man built like a Clydesdale clamped his hand down over a girl's mouth. His eyes burned with hunger as he fought to keep the girl down on the bed while he pleasured his drunken self. His breaths were heavy as he moved, his arms strangling. She was being difficult and he wasn't satisfied, he couldn't do his job when she fought and squirmed. He stopped long enough so slap her across the cheek, feeling the hear and wetness from her tear stained face against his palm. Struggling would only make it hurt worse, he told her that many times but she refused to listen. It was her own fault.
Sarah tried to scream, to cry, to hit her father. But she couldn't do any accept cry and pray. Her arms were handcuffed and bleeding from her strain to get them free. Her body was soaked from cold, terrified sweat and tears. She wanted him to stop. Her body was aching all over. She just wanted him to stop. She couldn't do much to get herself free except try to move her lower half away from his harmful weapon. But he outweighed her by a lot, so she was helpless to herself.
She pressed her eyes shut when he slapped her and stopped fighting. It was no use. She cried harder when his hands caressed down her body, touching her in places a father shouldn't be. Her mouth was free now. Dare she scream for help? She tried but her voice was clogged from the heat and alcohol smell. But it suddenly came back to her again when she felt him enter her. New pain broke out and she couldn't help but cry out, begging him to stop. Her wrists were burning as she tried to pull herself away but he held her.
He dove deeper and she screamed louder, praying someone would hear and help her. Her cries were turned to hopeless whimpers when Dan's hand again flew over her mouth. His devilish grin shoned bright in the dark room. He usually loved to hear the struggle, the pain, but not tonight. Tonight the sound was giving him a head ache.
He finished satisfying himself and left his daughter. He left her completely alone in the dank basement, pulling his clothes back on and putting a blanket over Sarah. He left her as she was, he wasn't quite finished with her yet. She had resisted him and that was grounds for punishment.
Sarah’s body was trembling and shaking like mad. She could barely breathe and her body was screaming. As soon as her father left she curled herself into a ball as best she could and buried her face in the pillow beneath her head. She wanted to die. Anything to get her away from him. She knew it wasn’t over yet, and was proved right when her father came back down the stairs.
There was a cry for help and then, silence.
Are they already a member of the CIA or the theives? No
Age: 17
Gender: female, straight
Appearance: Ocean blue eyes, shoulder length auburn hair, about 5'7" but has a petite build. *Looks like Alexis Bledel*
Personality: Sarah is an extremely insecure girl. She doesn't know where she stands in the world and always feels so alone in a city full of people. Her only source of humanity was her mother, but now that she is gone Sarah has no one. She is apprehensive around men in general because of the way her father treats her. His actions made her believe that all guys were the way he was, that they were only wanted a woman for one thing. Sarah loves to sketch and paint and she is amazing at it. She stopped though once her mother died, not able to go on with her dream of becoming an artist anymore. Besides that, she was always too busy trying to get away from her father and his desires.
Family: Mother: Deceased
Father: Sexually and Physically abusive alcoholic
RP Sample: (i've never done this sort of plot before so...yell at me if it's a lttle to graphic or whatever lol )
The neighbors' windows slowly closed, their lights flicked off, and the neighborhood was still. They knew what was happening in the small white house next door, they knew. They were just to scared to do anything about it. No one had the nerve to get involved in anything that wasn't their business. It was bad ethic and they didn't want matters to get worse.
Painful cries became muffled as a man built like a Clydesdale clamped his hand down over a girl's mouth. His eyes burned with hunger as he fought to keep the girl down on the bed while he pleasured his drunken self. His breaths were heavy as he moved, his arms strangling. She was being difficult and he wasn't satisfied, he couldn't do his job when she fought and squirmed. He stopped long enough so slap her across the cheek, feeling the hear and wetness from her tear stained face against his palm. Struggling would only make it hurt worse, he told her that many times but she refused to listen. It was her own fault.
Sarah tried to scream, to cry, to hit her father. But she couldn't do any accept cry and pray. Her arms were handcuffed and bleeding from her strain to get them free. Her body was soaked from cold, terrified sweat and tears. She wanted him to stop. Her body was aching all over. She just wanted him to stop. She couldn't do much to get herself free except try to move her lower half away from his harmful weapon. But he outweighed her by a lot, so she was helpless to herself.
She pressed her eyes shut when he slapped her and stopped fighting. It was no use. She cried harder when his hands caressed down her body, touching her in places a father shouldn't be. Her mouth was free now. Dare she scream for help? She tried but her voice was clogged from the heat and alcohol smell. But it suddenly came back to her again when she felt him enter her. New pain broke out and she couldn't help but cry out, begging him to stop. Her wrists were burning as she tried to pull herself away but he held her.
He dove deeper and she screamed louder, praying someone would hear and help her. Her cries were turned to hopeless whimpers when Dan's hand again flew over her mouth. His devilish grin shoned bright in the dark room. He usually loved to hear the struggle, the pain, but not tonight. Tonight the sound was giving him a head ache.
He finished satisfying himself and left his daughter. He left her completely alone in the dank basement, pulling his clothes back on and putting a blanket over Sarah. He left her as she was, he wasn't quite finished with her yet. She had resisted him and that was grounds for punishment.
Sarah’s body was trembling and shaking like mad. She could barely breathe and her body was screaming. As soon as her father left she curled herself into a ball as best she could and buried her face in the pillow beneath her head. She wanted to die. Anything to get her away from him. She knew it wasn’t over yet, and was proved right when her father came back down the stairs.
There was a cry for help and then, silence.
Are they already a member of the CIA or the theives? No