Post by Sandra Propper on Aug 19, 2008 23:40:16 GMT -5
1) Name: Sandra Anne Propper
2) Age/Year: 16/Sophomore
3) Brief Personality Summary/History Sandra is a sweetheart when she's at her best. She tries to keep her harsh opinions to herself, and tries her hardest not to judge those she does not know. Although she tries this, it usually never happens. Her judgments get the better part of her brain when ever she sees someone for the first time. To add to the kill, her thoughts are fairly stereotypical and rather harsh. On the bright side, even when she makes the judgments, she keeps them inside of her head, and allows the truth to override the fiction that she creates in her mind. Around those she does not know, Sandra is rather awkward. She fidgets a lot and her cheeks flush like mad.
Born in raised in Hartford, Connecticut, Sandra (surprise, surprise) lived a comfortable life. She was a single child and the apple of her parent's eyes. When she was young, she wanted to try out every sport, and every art, in hope of finding her niche in life. Sandra was taken to fencing, piano, oil painting, harp, horseback riding, tennis, and countless other lessons just for her interest. And though it all, she found nothing that stuck. Her parents almost thought they had her figured out when she spent over a month insisting on attending ballet and tap lessons. In the end, she found them dull though. Without a niche in a sport or art, Sandra focused on her studies for her school life. Almost all school subjects came easily to her, and she excelled in them easily.
It was an easy choice for her parents to send her to Ashbury Fields Academy. Her father attended way back in his glory days and although Sandra would have rather stayed at her Private Catholic School, she knew that AFA would be the key in her academic record; ready to unlock the college of her choice.
4) How he/she feels about having a vampire at AFA
Sandra tried to compose herself when she first heard the news, but after a few seconds of restricting the tears, they spilled from her eyes. How could Ashbury do this? Put all of it's students in mortal danger just to be the "first." Every time she thinks of the subject, her heart races and her stomach twists into knots. She does not like the idea one bit, but tries to ignore the fact as a whole.
5) Just for fun, a small character questionnaire(answer at least 5 of the 10 for your character):
i) If you were a vegetable, what sort of animal would you like to be eaten by?
A koala. Even if they were eating me, they would be super cute a fuzzy.
ii) If you were a piece of furniture what would you be and why?
An old chair. They usually sit in the corner of the room, and no one sits on them. They just get to sit there and observe, without a human on top.
iii) Pirates or Ninjas?
iv) Bottled water or Tap?
Tap, 100%. Conserve plastic bottles. Just supplying Americans with plastic water bottles for one year consumes more than 47 million gallons of oil, enough to take 100,000 cars off the road and 1 billion pounds of carbon dioxide out of the atmosphere.
v) Do you know the Muffin Man?
vi) Shower or Bath?
Shower. I used to pretend that it was raining when I was little.
vii) Do you wish on fallen eyelashes?
Unfortunately.
viii) Have you ever asked for a pony? Did you get it?
Yes and yes. Then I had to give it away because it spent too much time alone. I donated it.
ix) Who wrote the book of love?
Me? Ahahaha, only not at all.
x) Who is your daddy and what does he do?
My daddy is Wayne Propper, a computer analyst
6) And last but not least, a role play sample:
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2) Age/Year: 16/Sophomore
3) Brief Personality Summary/History Sandra is a sweetheart when she's at her best. She tries to keep her harsh opinions to herself, and tries her hardest not to judge those she does not know. Although she tries this, it usually never happens. Her judgments get the better part of her brain when ever she sees someone for the first time. To add to the kill, her thoughts are fairly stereotypical and rather harsh. On the bright side, even when she makes the judgments, she keeps them inside of her head, and allows the truth to override the fiction that she creates in her mind. Around those she does not know, Sandra is rather awkward. She fidgets a lot and her cheeks flush like mad.
Born in raised in Hartford, Connecticut, Sandra (surprise, surprise) lived a comfortable life. She was a single child and the apple of her parent's eyes. When she was young, she wanted to try out every sport, and every art, in hope of finding her niche in life. Sandra was taken to fencing, piano, oil painting, harp, horseback riding, tennis, and countless other lessons just for her interest. And though it all, she found nothing that stuck. Her parents almost thought they had her figured out when she spent over a month insisting on attending ballet and tap lessons. In the end, she found them dull though. Without a niche in a sport or art, Sandra focused on her studies for her school life. Almost all school subjects came easily to her, and she excelled in them easily.
It was an easy choice for her parents to send her to Ashbury Fields Academy. Her father attended way back in his glory days and although Sandra would have rather stayed at her Private Catholic School, she knew that AFA would be the key in her academic record; ready to unlock the college of her choice.
4) How he/she feels about having a vampire at AFA
Sandra tried to compose herself when she first heard the news, but after a few seconds of restricting the tears, they spilled from her eyes. How could Ashbury do this? Put all of it's students in mortal danger just to be the "first." Every time she thinks of the subject, her heart races and her stomach twists into knots. She does not like the idea one bit, but tries to ignore the fact as a whole.
5) Just for fun, a small character questionnaire(answer at least 5 of the 10 for your character):
i) If you were a vegetable, what sort of animal would you like to be eaten by?
A koala. Even if they were eating me, they would be super cute a fuzzy.
ii) If you were a piece of furniture what would you be and why?
An old chair. They usually sit in the corner of the room, and no one sits on them. They just get to sit there and observe, without a human on top.
iv) Bottled water or Tap?
Tap, 100%. Conserve plastic bottles. Just supplying Americans with plastic water bottles for one year consumes more than 47 million gallons of oil, enough to take 100,000 cars off the road and 1 billion pounds of carbon dioxide out of the atmosphere.
vi) Shower or Bath?
Shower. I used to pretend that it was raining when I was little.
vii) Do you wish on fallen eyelashes?
Unfortunately.
viii) Have you ever asked for a pony? Did you get it?
Yes and yes. Then I had to give it away because it spent too much time alone. I donated it.
ix) Who wrote the book of love?
Me? Ahahaha, only not at all.
x) Who is your daddy and what does he do?
My daddy is Wayne Propper, a computer analyst
6) And last but not least, a role play sample:
Sandra didn't really want class to be over already. They had only started learning about polar coordinates, and before she knew it, the teacher was packing up and told them to be on their way. You can't just introduce something like polar coordinates and then just end the lesson. It was so annoying. She clutched her precalc book to her chest as she walked slowly away from the math class room. Her peers zoomed around her, wanting to bask in the beautiful afternoon sun. Sandra sighed.[/size]
She really was a bore. Here she was, wanting to learn about Calculus when the sun was shining brightly outside of the windows. Before she went to her dorm room, she would have to take a peek outside. At least let her skin hit the damaging rays.
With a sigh, she walked reluctantly to a pair of doors located on the east side of the school. They didn't lead to anything special, just a pair of side doors to the outside. Pushing in one fluent movement, the doors pressed open and the bright sun stuck to her fair skin like Velcro. This isn't so bad, she thought to herself as she took another step out of the doors. Her hands slipped from them and slid shut with a soft "clink." Okay, well that was enough of that.
Sandra took a step back toward the doors and pulled. The remained shut. No. She pulled again, nothing. This would happen. The one time she wants to step out of the box, she gets locked.
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