Post by robyn 'birdy' dawson on Dec 26, 2008 18:29:59 GMT -5
Robyn 'Birdy' Dawson
► The Basics
Nicknames: Birdy,
Age: 20
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Clothing Style: Rock Chick - Baggy Jeans, short skirts and stripey tights. Converse, biker boots, etc
Piercings: Bellybutton, ears
Tattoos: A black rose on her lower back
Member of what Band: Ice Cream in Terror
Instrament/Position: Guitar/Backup Vocals
PlayBy: Brookelle Bones
Description: She is a petite girl who has no trouble making her presence known. She has long black hair and sometimes dyes sections or streak of it in bight reds, blues and pinks. She has a regular face but with really pretty eyes. Sometimes she does nothing with her hair and it is just eft in a random mess.
► More Detailed
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears: Being alone, and getting lost
Ambitions: To be a successful solo artist - but she doesn't let the band know that.
Biggest Secret: She was raped aged 17
Personality: Robyn is an outgoing girl who has no problem in making herself heard. She has no shame, and loves to be the center of attention, but at times she can be quiet, kind and understanding. Sometimes.
She always singing, and although she has a great voice, it can annoy people when she greets the by yelling her current facourite chorus in their face. Oh well, thats just chaos.
► Background
Family Members: She left her family in England when she made a 'break for freedom' as she calls it.
Family History: Robyn lived with her family in England until she was 18. She only recently moved to America to escape the incredibly boredom. She sees her family as a group of boring nerds who do nothing but read and work, and work and read. She was kicked out of the house at 16, after they found out that she had had a fling with the boy living next door. She loved to go out and party, but they hated it. Her mother and father were killed in a car crash soon after she moved to America. She's not over it yet.
Band History: Robyn has been singing all her life and was delighted when her friends decided to form a band. She immedietly took up the position of backing singer, though she longs for the lead. She is happy though, for now, in the back, so long as she gets a guitar solo in every few songs!
► Extra Information
Extra Details: n/a
Rules Word: The Killers
RP Example:The rain outside that fell from a dull grey sky slowed to a light drizzle as Lola Walsh lead her horse to the round pen. The grave that coated the yard was wet and glistening, and Lola's brown leather boots were soon coated in a wet, sandy grit around the toes. She didn't notice, though, as she walked leisurely towards the pen.
The horse that walked beside her was tall. The top of Lola's tan coloured stetson hat did not reach his withers, but she was what you could describe as a petite person. She was slim, and not very tall. Her thin arms were strong, but didn't look it. Her pale skin was flecked with raindrops as she wore only a t-shirt on her upper half. A pair of ripped, light coloured jeans hugged her slim legs, and she had a black jacket tied round her waist.
The horse, was pretty much the opposite to her. He was tall and, although slim and well built, looked bulky compared to his small, but perfectly formed owner. His black coat shimmered as hi muscles rippled underneath. He had a jet black mane that was kept long and silky by his loving owner. He walked with a rather lazy look, dragging his hind feet with his head down low, ears flopping to the side.
Lola noticed this and gave a light tug on the rope as they neared the pen. That wasn't needed, though, as they had just entered the covered area that the pen was contained in, and the black gelding had already noticed the horse in there and jerked his head up. His muscles suddenly tensed and he stopped still, ears pricked and nostrils flared, searching for the strangers' scent.
"Hey, Rocky, calm it." Lola murmured, reaching a hand and slipping her fingers through the noseband of the plain leather bridle he wore.
Once she had hold of the excited horse, she glanced over at the ring. There was a guy stood in the middle, with a mare that was trotting round. She rolled her eyes as Rocky gave an excited squeal and pulled her towards the pen. Lola stood tall and tugged on the rope. He was not gonna push her around today. She'd had enough of being pushed around by this horse. He had no manners and she was going to teach him some today