Post by Nikki on Jun 13, 2006 12:19:36 GMT -5
Name: Nicola "Nikki" Sanders
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Nikki has shoulder-length hair, it's natural colour is a muddy blonde, but she dyes it red or brown. She has green eyes, similar colour to leaves. She is quite short, around 5'2", and has an average build - not fat or skinny, not muscular, just average. She is usually seen in skirts and small t-shirts.
Personality: Nikki has a fiery attitude, and won't take no for an answer. She likes being around guys, and can get her way with them. Guys love her, girls hate her. Nikki has few female friends, because they all generally don't want to know her or want to be her. She is generally up for anything; she will give anything and everything a go - including drinking, smoking, drugs etc. She does have another side, where she gets severely emotional – and she doesn’t like to talk about that, much.
Family: Her parents and her younger sister died in a car crash when Nikki was 15. She was home alone, well with some guy friends, when this happened. Nikki ended up with an adoption centre when she was 16, and hasn't been in contact with any other relatives for years.
RP Sample: Nikki wandered down the street, dragging a bag behind her. Black tears tainted with mascara trickled down her cheek - she was crying, yes, but that wouldn't stop her doing her monthly visit to her parents’ graves. It had almost been 2 years since the crash, but she still got emotional when it came to seeing the graves. She dragged her feet along the ground, not wearing her usual mini-skirt - but a pair of jeans; she wanted to make the effort to look reasonable at her parents’ graves.
She opened the graveyard gate with a squeak; it was eerie at this time in the morning. The sun hadn't quite risen, but the few rays it was giving off were blinding. She stepped towards the headstones, knowing their positions well. Kneeling on the ground in front of the headstones, Nikki sighed and laid down a bunch of flowers on the ground – 23 flowers, one for every month since their death. She closed her eyes and spoke to her parents – telling them what life had been like since they had moved on.
She stood up, whispering her goodbyes to the wind. She turned away to the gate, and began the long walk back to a place she called “home”.
Are they already a member of the CIA or the thieves?: Neither, yet – maybe thieves later on.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Nikki has shoulder-length hair, it's natural colour is a muddy blonde, but she dyes it red or brown. She has green eyes, similar colour to leaves. She is quite short, around 5'2", and has an average build - not fat or skinny, not muscular, just average. She is usually seen in skirts and small t-shirts.
Personality: Nikki has a fiery attitude, and won't take no for an answer. She likes being around guys, and can get her way with them. Guys love her, girls hate her. Nikki has few female friends, because they all generally don't want to know her or want to be her. She is generally up for anything; she will give anything and everything a go - including drinking, smoking, drugs etc. She does have another side, where she gets severely emotional – and she doesn’t like to talk about that, much.
Family: Her parents and her younger sister died in a car crash when Nikki was 15. She was home alone, well with some guy friends, when this happened. Nikki ended up with an adoption centre when she was 16, and hasn't been in contact with any other relatives for years.
RP Sample: Nikki wandered down the street, dragging a bag behind her. Black tears tainted with mascara trickled down her cheek - she was crying, yes, but that wouldn't stop her doing her monthly visit to her parents’ graves. It had almost been 2 years since the crash, but she still got emotional when it came to seeing the graves. She dragged her feet along the ground, not wearing her usual mini-skirt - but a pair of jeans; she wanted to make the effort to look reasonable at her parents’ graves.
She opened the graveyard gate with a squeak; it was eerie at this time in the morning. The sun hadn't quite risen, but the few rays it was giving off were blinding. She stepped towards the headstones, knowing their positions well. Kneeling on the ground in front of the headstones, Nikki sighed and laid down a bunch of flowers on the ground – 23 flowers, one for every month since their death. She closed her eyes and spoke to her parents – telling them what life had been like since they had moved on.
She stood up, whispering her goodbyes to the wind. She turned away to the gate, and began the long walk back to a place she called “home”.
Are they already a member of the CIA or the thieves?: Neither, yet – maybe thieves later on.