Post by mollyrae on Aug 9, 2010 4:47:36 GMT -5
FULL NAME Molly-Rae Polkowski[/color] le Drake
NICKNAMES Molly, Mol, Molly-Pop
AGE 23
SEXUALITY Straight
MEMBER GROUP Tourist
OCCUPATION Accountant for Polkowski’s General and Hardware Store
GRADE --
HEIGHT 5’7”
HAIR Pretty much white.
EYES Brown.
PLAY-BY Jac Vaneck
LIKES
DISLIKES
DREAMS
OVERALL PERSONALITY an extensive list of traits or a paragraph.
MOTHER Valerie Marie Polkowski (nee- Young)
FATHER Clarence “Big Bobby” Robert Polkowski IV
SIBLINGS Sarah Lynne Evans Nee- Polkowski), Clarence Robert Polkowski IV
PETS
Sid Vicious
OTHER FAMILY Calder&Frankie- like sisters, Evan James Beckett- fiancé
WEALTH CLASS
HOMETOWN Finley, North Dakota
OVERALL HISTORY three paragraphs or a detailed list of major events.
NAME/ALIAS Carter
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE around 10 years
OTHER CHARACTERS none.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLERosie’s eyes focused on her toes as she wiggled them; very satisfied with the color. It was a deep; dark red and it was gorgeous in contrast to her pale skin. She had always been a bit on the pasty side; but with living as a creature of the night; she was downright ghostly. Not that she minded. It helped the colors she wore stand out more; like vibrant markers on white paper. She tilted her head and smiled a little and thought to herself a more morbid person would be reminded of blood looking at it; then joked silently how unfortunate it would be if one of the fanged ones nibbled her toes off because of it. Her head rolled backwards; resting on the bathroom mirror and she let out her throaty chuckle and tossed one practically naked leg over the other. When her phone started vibrating against the bathroom counter; she didn’t even look at it and in fact just ashed her cigarette into the sink. Yes; she was smoking again. Mouthwash had become her bestfriend while she blamed the any smell of it on her clothes on Ash; which of course her friend didn’t object too or mind. God bless her. As for the phone? Rosie was “in the shower” so she had some time to kill with her nicotine stick until she had to deal with the outside world. And everyone knew Rosie “the Creeper” liked to take some quiet time for herself every now and again; so no one would have hurt feelings.
She took another drag and scratched the tip of her nose with her thumbnail and thought back on her day; her and Ash really making “Team Jasper” signs and sneaking around taping them here and there randomly. Of course; she really didn’t have anything against Giddy that wasn’t the same old gripes that the rest had with him. It was just funny to her in the same way it was funny to pick on Meaty’s [aka Sullivan] ego. It had been good; clean; sober fun filled with giggling and the sound of their heels tapping against the ground as the jutted to and fro taping their handmade signs up. Rosie’s only grip was that they didn’t have “Team Jasper” shirts to wear the next day when everyone started going to classes and randomly run into sparkly; colorful signs. Again Rosie laughed softly; a wide grin on her face as she imagined peoples ‘wtf?!’ expressions. Then; she got an idea--maybe they didn’t have shirts; but they could do something far more epic.
The two tight dress; high heel; fake eyelash wearing girls-- plus Apache warrior face paint. It would be amazing; hilarious and as unexpected as them actually putting the signs up. Proud of herself; she grabs her iPhone as she takes another drag of delicious cancer and then puts in her code to unlock it. Her phone never had a password before; but with as much communication as she had been recently having with Mitchell Drake; she couldn’t chance Becky seeing any of that. It’d lead to her having to admit to her secret drinking and perhaps lead to a very unwanted break-up-- all cause she had spied a text from Mitchell Drake. And speaking of the devil… Rosie rose an eyebrow seeing that he had sent her a Multimedia message. Chewing on her lower lip she opened the message and was even more surprised to find that it was in fact a video and not a picture. She sat there and stared at her iPhone; her brain going a mile a minute wondering what the hell he could have sent her a picture of. Sure; he was flirty-- but she wasn’t thinking what she had on her hands there was a dirty video. Rosie literally had no idea what she was about to see. Without really commanding it too; her thumb tapped at the screen and the video loaded itself.
The scene that played on her screen cause a rubix cube of emotions and reactions within the usually stoic Rosie. At first she was confused-- what was going on? Why would he send her; a human; a dark videophone video of a vampire draining a human girl. Was he trying to scare her? Was he bragging? Or maybe he knew there was something in her that would guide her to tap at the screen a few times and watch it again. It was then; the second time; that she realized it wasn’t so much what she was watching but who. “Aksel;” she said quietly; her eyes widening a little. Quickly she stopped the video and although she was in the locked bathroom by herself; she looked around to make sure she was alone. Licking at her suddenly dry lips she lifted her phone up and watched the video again. The fact that he was supposedly “vegetarian” didn’t even cross her mind. No; it was the raw and primal feel that the video had. Ax was more of an instinctual animal than the poised and classy persona that she had come to associate with the name “Aksel Drake”.
Rosie belatedly realized that she was starting at her phone and the video was done again. Swallowing slowly she tucked a pink ringlet behind her ear and looked at herself in the mirror and looked herself in the eye as she came to the realization that without thinking it over; she had decided that she was going to speak to Aksel Drake. About what? That video. The person in that video. Why? Not even she knew. Of course Rosie had no idea that Mitchell had purposefully planted that seed in her head; but she did remember that she in fact did get that video from him. So she saved it and deleted the text. Though he was under a code name; she didn’t want him to see the number and recognize it. Quickly; she pulled her pajama pants and a camisole; then snatched her phone up; rushing out of the bathroom and over to her things. With a quickness she pulled on her knitted Ugg boots and pulled her hair into a messy ponytail-- fake eyelashes and makeup be damned; Rosie was on a mission.
It wasn’t a far travel; thanks to the busted pipe Rosie lived in the very building he did and not even hours ago they had both been in the schools chat; so she figured he was in his dorm. The commute there wasn’t a long one; however she had enough time to mentally go over it a few times. The downfall to that was that she hadn’t thought about what she was going to do when she actually showed up in front of his door; she kind of stared at the door blankly as if she didn’t know what was happening. Oh well; she was there right? Suddenly; her phone seemed hot in her hand and she knew it was either she just jump straight in or it wouldn’t happen at all. What wouldn’t happen? Whatever; Rosie knocked on Ax’s dorm door and then braced herself.T O U C H::
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