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Post by [MattieMindFREAK] on Dec 28, 2006 18:57:49 GMT -5
Name: Mattie..?
Username: errr...mattie?
Age: 17
How Long You've Been RPing: .....sinnnce. I was 10.
Contact: AIM: burnedxitxdown
MSN: fakeitbeautifully@gmail.com
YIM: scarykidscaringkidsxx
Favorites: I don't know.
Neopets SN: x_handofblood
Website: mine? -confused-
RP Example: -sigh- -mondo sigh-::
She had been doing this for awhile. Modeling, that is. Before that, she had sold herself out to many guys, just trying to make some sort of living. Until her boss, Storm 'promoted' her to exotic dancing. Which was merely no better then being a stripper. She got paid okay, but it wasn't anything that would keep her on her feet, anything that could support her addiction.
Sooner or later, her brother found out about her little addiction, got her into rehab, and got her back on track. That was when she was seventeen.
Now that she's nineteen. She was somewhat of a sane human-being. As much as she could be, at least. Which is why she ended up here. In a cab in some big city, going to go see some fashion designer. So exotic modeling was not any better then stripping. But, at least it got her money.
A little white later, the cab stopped, she handed the driver money, and stepped out.
Nothing you'd expect to be well..a model. Short, and skinny. That was about the amount of her. She just never looked like a model. She was tan, but not by her own view, but by everyone elses.
She had her way most of her life, meaning her tattoos and piercings. She knew tattoos were permanent, and some piercings were, too. But, she went for tattoos and piercings, possibly why she was a 'exotic' model, yeah?
Tattoos, ohhh how she adored them. Nine tattoos; A full sleeve on her right arm, which was the Four Horsemen. Two white horses, two black, with four headless riders. Which of course, symbolised heaven and hell, with fire surrounding all for of them, the two black horses were more skeletons then flesh, and the two white ones were majestic. It was rather colorful, her favorite piece so far.
On her left side, she had a Red Schecter S-1 going up her side, with a rose vine twisting up the fret board, with a few black roses here and there, and a small red rose at the top of the guitar.
On her left hip, she also had a black and pink star, that her and her brother got at the same time. On both her wrists were, 'Love' and 'Death' written in script writing. On her ankle was a small, black etched-on looking heart. On the inside of her lower lip was 'fuck you', on her lower back was Bullet For My Valentines logo, then on her chest was the signature from Dimebag Darryl she had gotten before he was killed.
No one really saw half these tattoos, but you could see the piercings. She also had nine piercings. Snakebites in her lower lip, a tongue stud, her ears were pierced twice, the bottom holes were gauged to 00, an industrial at the top of her right ear, and she had a surface piercing on her hip.
Okay, so she was definitely not someone you would expect to be a model. She never thought of herself that pretty, no. She wasn't self-degrading or anything, she just never thought so.
Her hair was no different then the rest of her, on the top of her head was blond, that went down to about the top of her ears, then faded to black, with a few purple streaks. But it didn't matter, her hair color and style always changed. Always, for every shoot, for every day. She had taken a break, a well needed one, and this is what she returned with.
Hopefully this designer wasn't too picky. She'd just explain the circumstances, he'd understand.
She was well built, skinny, short, somewhat pretty. Not stunning, but just well enough to be 'pretty'. She never strived to do much, but apparently this was something she wanted, and what she wanted, she did all she could to get it.
Glancing up, she sighed, starting to walk towards the large building. She wasn't dressed to look fabulous, or anything that great. She was dressed just like any normal person. Grey jeans that hung off her hips, and were tight on her legs, and got loose at the bottom, covering some of her black and white, low top Converse's. A grey tank top was on her upper half, with a black half-hoodie to keep her arms warm.
She walked in, going towards the receptionist's counter, she was directed upstairs, which was where she went. After awhile, of pushing buttons for people in the elevator, she arrived where the receptionist said she'd find Haku, she knocked on his door, and sighed.
This was going to be one huge disaster. She wasn't meant for this. Second thoughts were killer, and this was going to destroy her career, what she had left of one anyways. "Mr. Haku?"
[self-explanatory. Made for ad ifferent roleplay. (:]
Username: errr...mattie?
Age: 17
How Long You've Been RPing: .....sinnnce. I was 10.
Contact: AIM: burnedxitxdown
MSN: fakeitbeautifully@gmail.com
YIM: scarykidscaringkidsxx
Favorites: I don't know.
Neopets SN: x_handofblood
Website: mine? -confused-
RP Example: -sigh- -mondo sigh-::
She had been doing this for awhile. Modeling, that is. Before that, she had sold herself out to many guys, just trying to make some sort of living. Until her boss, Storm 'promoted' her to exotic dancing. Which was merely no better then being a stripper. She got paid okay, but it wasn't anything that would keep her on her feet, anything that could support her addiction.
Sooner or later, her brother found out about her little addiction, got her into rehab, and got her back on track. That was when she was seventeen.
Now that she's nineteen. She was somewhat of a sane human-being. As much as she could be, at least. Which is why she ended up here. In a cab in some big city, going to go see some fashion designer. So exotic modeling was not any better then stripping. But, at least it got her money.
A little white later, the cab stopped, she handed the driver money, and stepped out.
Nothing you'd expect to be well..a model. Short, and skinny. That was about the amount of her. She just never looked like a model. She was tan, but not by her own view, but by everyone elses.
She had her way most of her life, meaning her tattoos and piercings. She knew tattoos were permanent, and some piercings were, too. But, she went for tattoos and piercings, possibly why she was a 'exotic' model, yeah?
Tattoos, ohhh how she adored them. Nine tattoos; A full sleeve on her right arm, which was the Four Horsemen. Two white horses, two black, with four headless riders. Which of course, symbolised heaven and hell, with fire surrounding all for of them, the two black horses were more skeletons then flesh, and the two white ones were majestic. It was rather colorful, her favorite piece so far.
On her left side, she had a Red Schecter S-1 going up her side, with a rose vine twisting up the fret board, with a few black roses here and there, and a small red rose at the top of the guitar.
On her left hip, she also had a black and pink star, that her and her brother got at the same time. On both her wrists were, 'Love' and 'Death' written in script writing. On her ankle was a small, black etched-on looking heart. On the inside of her lower lip was 'fuck you', on her lower back was Bullet For My Valentines logo, then on her chest was the signature from Dimebag Darryl she had gotten before he was killed.
No one really saw half these tattoos, but you could see the piercings. She also had nine piercings. Snakebites in her lower lip, a tongue stud, her ears were pierced twice, the bottom holes were gauged to 00, an industrial at the top of her right ear, and she had a surface piercing on her hip.
Okay, so she was definitely not someone you would expect to be a model. She never thought of herself that pretty, no. She wasn't self-degrading or anything, she just never thought so.
Her hair was no different then the rest of her, on the top of her head was blond, that went down to about the top of her ears, then faded to black, with a few purple streaks. But it didn't matter, her hair color and style always changed. Always, for every shoot, for every day. She had taken a break, a well needed one, and this is what she returned with.
Hopefully this designer wasn't too picky. She'd just explain the circumstances, he'd understand.
She was well built, skinny, short, somewhat pretty. Not stunning, but just well enough to be 'pretty'. She never strived to do much, but apparently this was something she wanted, and what she wanted, she did all she could to get it.
Glancing up, she sighed, starting to walk towards the large building. She wasn't dressed to look fabulous, or anything that great. She was dressed just like any normal person. Grey jeans that hung off her hips, and were tight on her legs, and got loose at the bottom, covering some of her black and white, low top Converse's. A grey tank top was on her upper half, with a black half-hoodie to keep her arms warm.
She walked in, going towards the receptionist's counter, she was directed upstairs, which was where she went. After awhile, of pushing buttons for people in the elevator, she arrived where the receptionist said she'd find Haku, she knocked on his door, and sighed.
This was going to be one huge disaster. She wasn't meant for this. Second thoughts were killer, and this was going to destroy her career, what she had left of one anyways. "Mr. Haku?"
[self-explanatory. Made for ad ifferent roleplay. (:]
