Post by Rebecca Hawthorne on Mar 17, 2009 19:00:36 GMT -5
[Character Name:]
Rebecca Hawthorne
[Character Age:]
22
[Profession, if any:]
Dancer
[Personality:]
Rebecca has been a city girl all her life and loves every moment of it. She's quick witted and is a very tough girl, mentally and physically. She's very laid back and can be a tad lazy. Rebecca is very open minded and one of the biggest rebels you'll ever meet. She loves the night sky and has a very wild spirit. She's usually out somewhere partying or at home, doing something with dance. Rebecca tens to be hot tempered and a bit rude if needed.
When she has bad days or is depressed, she locks herself away from the world in her bedroom of her apartment and smokes. She'll flip out at you if you bother her and could hurt you even though she doesn't mean it. She'll go into a downward spiral and start crying, getting pissed off at the same time. She'll never go outside during these days and will never move from the spot where she at when she's pissed off.
Rebecca is a secret romantic fan even though she won't admit it. She craves for the love she sees around her and tries to make herself love but, is scared to do it. She'll back away and hide off in the shadows. She has a fear of love even though she craves it.
[Character History:]
Rebecca grew up in New York all her life since the day she was born at the hospital. Her father, Robert Hawthorn and her mother, Shelly Gravehill used to be so in love when they had her. When she was about ten, her parents got a divorce due to her and her mother getting beaten by Rob who was an abusive alcoholic. She then lived with her mother in a separate part of the city, away from her father. When she was about fifteen, her mother died from getting killed in an alley near their home. Rebecca then was alone to fend off for herself, never getting over her mom's death.
Rebecca tried her best to get a job at a local office but she always got rejected. When she found a dancing job at a local club, she had no choice but to take it. She was only sixteen when she started working there. She earned her "nickname" down at the club which was, "Kitten." She still has that job even though she hates it but does it for the money. She's was always way behind on her bills and need fast money.
Now, Rebecca still lives in the apartment she lived in with her mom and still has her job at a dancer. Even though her life probably will end up like crap, she still was happy that she was able to live through it all.
[Roommates?:]
None
[Lover?:]
None.....yet.
[Sexual Orientation:]
Straight
[Talents:]
Rebecca can sing, dance and play the guitar which she hasn't played in years.
[Word Verification:]
Glory
[Writing Sample:]
Rebecca grumbled softly as she walked down the silver metal steps that led to the underground subway. Her cold, pale hands were dug deep into her beaten leather jacket as her dark brown eyes moved swiftly across the busy subway walkway. Chatter and horns filled her ears as smoke and gas hit her nose. She just shook her head and continued to walk, her strappy black heels clicking softly. She brushed pasted the people with ease but chilled coming up her naked legs from the cold wind. She swore to herself for wearing a skirt in the middle of January but, she needed this outfit for her "show."
Her shoulder-length pretty brown hair swayed with the beat of the wind as she soon stopped in front of the yellow safety line. She glanced to her right and found some strange man starring at her. He was tall but, lanky. He had these crystal blue eyes that burned into her hard brown ones. His black hair was messy but in an odd fashionable way. "What?" She asked, her voice full of irritation. She hated it when people starred at her, another reason to hate her job. He smiled a pure white smile and let out a dark chuckle, "You don't remember me, Kitten?" He asked in a fake pouty voice and her eyes widen when he called her by her dancing name.
"What the hel-?" She started but was cut off when he stepped closer to her and spoke, "You don't remember that lovely little night when we shook a few drawers loose at Frankie's house with me, his best friend?" He took her by the chin and chuckled that same dark chuckle as before. Oh, she remembered that night all right. That was the night she regretted ever since she was seventeen and her old boyfriend, Frank, best friend took her away and drugged her and raped her.
Rebecca growled, "Get the hell away from me." She said shoving him away. "Tsk, tsk, little kitty. Since you are a dancer, I'd thought you'd be used to this now." He said and laughed darkly and gave her a darkening smile. She glanced over and saw the subway coming. "No matter where you go, Kitten, I will find you." He said in a dark whisper and with that, he disappeared into the crowd of strangers.
Rebecca growled as she felt the air of the subway rush by her. God, how she hated him and yet at the same time , she feared him. He still stalks her and she can't contact anyone because he's too smart for the cops. Damn you, Danny. She then turned on her heel and walked into the subway, trying to forget that she even saw him.
Rebecca Hawthorne
[Character Age:]
22
[Profession, if any:]
Dancer
[Personality:]
Rebecca has been a city girl all her life and loves every moment of it. She's quick witted and is a very tough girl, mentally and physically. She's very laid back and can be a tad lazy. Rebecca is very open minded and one of the biggest rebels you'll ever meet. She loves the night sky and has a very wild spirit. She's usually out somewhere partying or at home, doing something with dance. Rebecca tens to be hot tempered and a bit rude if needed.
When she has bad days or is depressed, she locks herself away from the world in her bedroom of her apartment and smokes. She'll flip out at you if you bother her and could hurt you even though she doesn't mean it. She'll go into a downward spiral and start crying, getting pissed off at the same time. She'll never go outside during these days and will never move from the spot where she at when she's pissed off.
Rebecca is a secret romantic fan even though she won't admit it. She craves for the love she sees around her and tries to make herself love but, is scared to do it. She'll back away and hide off in the shadows. She has a fear of love even though she craves it.
[Character History:]
Rebecca grew up in New York all her life since the day she was born at the hospital. Her father, Robert Hawthorn and her mother, Shelly Gravehill used to be so in love when they had her. When she was about ten, her parents got a divorce due to her and her mother getting beaten by Rob who was an abusive alcoholic. She then lived with her mother in a separate part of the city, away from her father. When she was about fifteen, her mother died from getting killed in an alley near their home. Rebecca then was alone to fend off for herself, never getting over her mom's death.
Rebecca tried her best to get a job at a local office but she always got rejected. When she found a dancing job at a local club, she had no choice but to take it. She was only sixteen when she started working there. She earned her "nickname" down at the club which was, "Kitten." She still has that job even though she hates it but does it for the money. She's was always way behind on her bills and need fast money.
Now, Rebecca still lives in the apartment she lived in with her mom and still has her job at a dancer. Even though her life probably will end up like crap, she still was happy that she was able to live through it all.
[Roommates?:]
None
[Lover?:]
None.....yet.
[Sexual Orientation:]
Straight
[Talents:]
Rebecca can sing, dance and play the guitar which she hasn't played in years.
[Word Verification:]
Glory
[Writing Sample:]
Rebecca grumbled softly as she walked down the silver metal steps that led to the underground subway. Her cold, pale hands were dug deep into her beaten leather jacket as her dark brown eyes moved swiftly across the busy subway walkway. Chatter and horns filled her ears as smoke and gas hit her nose. She just shook her head and continued to walk, her strappy black heels clicking softly. She brushed pasted the people with ease but chilled coming up her naked legs from the cold wind. She swore to herself for wearing a skirt in the middle of January but, she needed this outfit for her "show."
Her shoulder-length pretty brown hair swayed with the beat of the wind as she soon stopped in front of the yellow safety line. She glanced to her right and found some strange man starring at her. He was tall but, lanky. He had these crystal blue eyes that burned into her hard brown ones. His black hair was messy but in an odd fashionable way. "What?" She asked, her voice full of irritation. She hated it when people starred at her, another reason to hate her job. He smiled a pure white smile and let out a dark chuckle, "You don't remember me, Kitten?" He asked in a fake pouty voice and her eyes widen when he called her by her dancing name.
"What the hel-?" She started but was cut off when he stepped closer to her and spoke, "You don't remember that lovely little night when we shook a few drawers loose at Frankie's house with me, his best friend?" He took her by the chin and chuckled that same dark chuckle as before. Oh, she remembered that night all right. That was the night she regretted ever since she was seventeen and her old boyfriend, Frank, best friend took her away and drugged her and raped her.
Rebecca growled, "Get the hell away from me." She said shoving him away. "Tsk, tsk, little kitty. Since you are a dancer, I'd thought you'd be used to this now." He said and laughed darkly and gave her a darkening smile. She glanced over and saw the subway coming. "No matter where you go, Kitten, I will find you." He said in a dark whisper and with that, he disappeared into the crowd of strangers.
Rebecca growled as she felt the air of the subway rush by her. God, how she hated him and yet at the same time , she feared him. He still stalks her and she can't contact anyone because he's too smart for the cops. Damn you, Danny. She then turned on her heel and walked into the subway, trying to forget that she even saw him.