Post by Holly the Strange on Aug 4, 2010 16:37:05 GMT -5
Holly
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Starting Fresh
FULL NAME: Holly Unknown
NICKNAMES: Holly the Strange
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Bi-Sexual
AGE: 19
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
BERK OR CURR: Berk
Get the Picture
HAIR: Long, brown.
EYES: Green.
HEIGHT: 5'2
WEIGHT: 130 lbs
SCARS: One on her stomach.
PEIRCINGS: None.
TATTOOS: None.
Know the Person
LIKES:
dragons
peace
love
romance
silly things
fluffy things
cute things
DISLIKES:
dragon slayers
onions
the normal, viking style
STRENGTH:
big heart
compassionate
WEAKNESSES:
ditzy
weak fighter
FEARS:
being eaten
SECRETS:
Holly purposely tries hard to stand out.
PERSONALITY:
Young: Although Holly is nineteen, she tends to act like she's younger. She's good with little kids, and knows how to have fun with simple things.
Silly: Most people find Holly's silliness annoying. She likes to goof around and roll on the ground every once in a while.
Crazy: One minute Holly can be totally normal and at ease, and the next minute she could be biting your head off or really hyper. You never really can tell what you'll get with her.
Gullible: Holly will believe anything you tell her. If you told her there was candy inside of a fat man's belly button, she'd go for it.
Face The Facts
FAMILY:
Unknown - Read History
FRIENDS:
N/A
OTHER:
Sheila: A viking who took her in.
PETS:
Holly's dragon is a Terrible Terror named Fluffy. He's a hyper dragon that follows her everywhere. He's happy and silly much like Holly. That's probably because he likes to copy everyone.
HISTORY:
Last year, Holly was found floating on a log to the land of the vikings. When she woke up, she had no memory of who she was or where she came from. After thinking about it for many days and many nights, all Holly could remember was being a ship with a boy that seemed like he would be her boyfriend, because they were holding hands. Then, she remembered the ship crashing. Shortly after her screaming, she could remember they boy and a few others shouting her name as she went over the side of the boat. After that she must have hit her head really hard or something, because everything is blank.
It was a viking named Sheila that took her in and gave her a place to stay. She provided for Holly and gave her everything she needed. Only a month after being there, Holly met a terrible terror which she ended up naming Fluffy, because it made no sense. She bonded with the dragon insanely fast, and she didn't even care that it couldn't fly or anything like that. Everywhere she went, Fluffy went.
Holly ended up giving up on trying to figure out what happened to her, because she had made a new life for herself. Everything here seemed great to her. She felt like Sheila and Fluffy were family. What else could she ask for? Now her goal was to just learn some new tricks with Fluffy and make some new friends here.
Behind the Mask
NAME: Winaè
CHARACTERS: None
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Duh
CONTACTS: >_<
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
This random aventure of his was taking longer then he really had planned it to. He thought that he knew his way around the woods after going to this school for two years before now, but aparantly not. That didn't really matter to him though. He really didn't care that he had gotten himself lost here. He preffered it this way. There was nothing but piece and quiet from the rest of the world. Well, piece and quiet aside from the head phones blasting music out from around his neck. He couldn't concentrate without it though.
Taking a deep breath, Vann decided it would be best to start climbing some trees to see if he could figure out where he was. He took off his leather jacket and hung it on a branch close to him. Then, he put both of his leather-glove covered hands onto the tree. Pulling back a bit to make sure they stuck on tight enough, a smile crept across his face. He hadn't gotten to climb trees or anything in a while since the new kids came to town. This was how he got his rush from life half the time.
Quickly, he started to climb. Well, it was more like crawl up the tree. All he had to do was put hand after hand and foot after foot. They stuck to the tree like silly puddy stuck to anything else. With each movement, he got faster and faster. Before he knew it, he was at the top of the tree.
Looking out, he saw the school not to far. Now he knew that he at least didn't have to stress when it got darker. He knew what direction in general he was supposed to go in. And if he forgot, he could always repeat what he did to find out in the first place. Vann began to crawl back down the tree, fast first. He loved doing this. It made him feel like a spider or something close to it. Vann was the type of guy that was easily entertained. Other people found his ability kind of lame, but he loved it. It amused him on so many different occasions. Plus, it was fun to freak his mother out with it back home. It made it easier to hide when playing hide and seek when he was younger too.
Finally reaching the bottom, he brushed off his hands on his pants. Right as he was about to put his jacket back on, he heard someone yell something in the distance. He knew that there was a chance of other kids out here, but he hoped it wasn't someone normal. Normal kids made it hard to do anything. He hated them for invading their school. They seriously needed to get lost. How much longer did they plan on cramming them all together like this?
Slightly curious about who was yelling, Vann decided to walk in the direction of the female voice just to check it out. He turned off his iPod to be more sneaky. It wasn't long before he spotted the female. She seemed pissed about something or another, and Vann really didn't want to talk to a bitch on a rampage. Instead, he just wanted to observe. Crawling up another tree close to the girl, Vann made his way out to the edge of a branch and sat there. He felt a little creepy by watching the chick, but what the fuck? He was one of the freaks in the school. He minus well hold truth to the repuatation.
Taking a deep breath, Vann decided it would be best to start climbing some trees to see if he could figure out where he was. He took off his leather jacket and hung it on a branch close to him. Then, he put both of his leather-glove covered hands onto the tree. Pulling back a bit to make sure they stuck on tight enough, a smile crept across his face. He hadn't gotten to climb trees or anything in a while since the new kids came to town. This was how he got his rush from life half the time.
Quickly, he started to climb. Well, it was more like crawl up the tree. All he had to do was put hand after hand and foot after foot. They stuck to the tree like silly puddy stuck to anything else. With each movement, he got faster and faster. Before he knew it, he was at the top of the tree.
Looking out, he saw the school not to far. Now he knew that he at least didn't have to stress when it got darker. He knew what direction in general he was supposed to go in. And if he forgot, he could always repeat what he did to find out in the first place. Vann began to crawl back down the tree, fast first. He loved doing this. It made him feel like a spider or something close to it. Vann was the type of guy that was easily entertained. Other people found his ability kind of lame, but he loved it. It amused him on so many different occasions. Plus, it was fun to freak his mother out with it back home. It made it easier to hide when playing hide and seek when he was younger too.
Finally reaching the bottom, he brushed off his hands on his pants. Right as he was about to put his jacket back on, he heard someone yell something in the distance. He knew that there was a chance of other kids out here, but he hoped it wasn't someone normal. Normal kids made it hard to do anything. He hated them for invading their school. They seriously needed to get lost. How much longer did they plan on cramming them all together like this?
Slightly curious about who was yelling, Vann decided to walk in the direction of the female voice just to check it out. He turned off his iPod to be more sneaky. It wasn't long before he spotted the female. She seemed pissed about something or another, and Vann really didn't want to talk to a bitch on a rampage. Instead, he just wanted to observe. Crawling up another tree close to the girl, Vann made his way out to the edge of a branch and sat there. He felt a little creepy by watching the chick, but what the fuck? He was one of the freaks in the school. He minus well hold truth to the repuatation.
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