Post by pamela on Sept 17, 2009 22:03:59 GMT -5
''Tell me about it
Hey there, my name is Ashley, but you can call me Ash. I've been on this planet 15 years, but have been RPing for one year. Along with this character, I tend to make the lives of Pamela Anderson a living hell. Just so you know I found this site by GOOGLE MAGIC BABY!.
''Damn I'm good
Character's Full Name: Pamela Anderson
Biological Name: N/A
Nicknames: Pam
Age: 17
PB: Anna (don’t know her last name D: sorry but here is her DeviantArt account: annarexic.deviantart.com She IS NOT an Actress! She is a photographer I hope that isn't a problem with people here)
Species: Human
Side in the war: Good
''There is more to them then meets the eye
Personality: Pamela generally doesn’t like the touch of the other people in her life. She tends to keep alone by herself and stay like that and when she is around people she generally doesn’t do anything to attract attention to herself. She almost always flips out at anything the tiniest bit romantic to her and it makes her seem even more cuter to the boys.
Likes: Being Alone , Nice Cars like mustangs and camaros, her music , hunting
Dislikes: Crowds , being bored , ugly cars , being in rain , (couldn’t think of any others)
Fears: Dying , Stalkers , hair dyes (she loves her red hair)
Your Greatest Strength: Pamela was raised with a family of hunters, therefore she is excellent in working with guns and bows n’ arrows.
Your Greatest Weakness: Her People skills, she’s generally shy and alone so she doesn’t really know how to associate with people.
''Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing
Family: Devon Anderson & Layla Brown, Brother - Peter Anderson (Deceased)
History: Pamela was born at a hospital in the city, but after her birth her parents, Layla and Devon, retreated back to the country where their house is. Pamela had a normal childhood but not one like most girls at the school, instead of playing with dolls she was outside playing with her dogs and hanging out with her guy friends. When she was told that she was expecting a younger brother she was extremely excited. She was now 16 years old and she was ready to meet her new brother, but he was born prematurely and he died before he was able to look at her. She withdrew herself from all of her previous friends and even her family, staying out in the woods all night long sometimes just sleeping out somewhere in a tree or on the trunk of one. After a while her parents both decided it was time for her to get out of the town they had been living in and try to start a new life in another town. The next town she went to her parents moved closer towards the town so she could walk to school but it didn’t make her anymore happy. She was still lonely and depressed about loosing her brother. Each and every town they moved too had the same results and her parents finally gave up on trying to make her happy and figured she would find her own way to be happy.
Anything Else?: Nope!
''The Fallen Shall Rise Again
Did you read the rules?: I sure did!
Custom Title: A Fallen Angel (Option)
RP Sample:
At 2:25 in the afternoon on another lazy weekend, Pamela looked towards her dog and with a blank stare on her face knew that there was only one thing that could cure her boredom. She hoped up off of her bed and walked over towards her closet and got into and pulled out her hunting clothes. After dressing in her army-like pants and shirt combo she went to the upper shelf in her closet and grabbed her 22 gauge shot gun along with some shotgun shells. Upon getting those shells she also happened to knock down the hunting clothes that her little brother was going to have. She folded them up neatly and put them back on the shelf to be left alone.
She left the house and eventually went to the empty field filled with native grasses and other kinds f seed producing plants. She waited on the edge of the field hidden in the trees and shrubs to avoid spooking her prey which was scattered all over the field. She noticed one flying over head, heading straight for the field. She moved up swiftly and shot the dove dead to the ground causing the entire flock of them on the field to fly up in a frenzy and what came after that was sheer death. She fired the last 2 shoots in her barrel which happened to be scatter shot. She ended up killing a successful 10 birds by the end of her trip and after her dog helped her find the ones that she couldn’t she moved her way back towards the house.
{Transform and Roll Out}
