Post by Cynthia Williams on Dec 1, 2009 10:57:49 GMT -5
''Tell me about it"
Hey there, my name is Alexandra, but you can call me Ann. I've been on this planet 18 years, but have been RPing for 1.5 year.. Along with this character, I tend to make the lives of - a living hell. Just so you know I found this site by Deviantart.
''Damn I'm good"
Character's Full Name: Cynthia Williams.
Biological Name: -
Nicknames: Cynth. (family) Mad girl. Psycho fiddle.
Age: 25.
PB: Emilie Autumn.
Species: Human.
Side in the war: Neutral.
''There is more to them then meets the eye"
Personality: Cynthia is full of life, everywhere a lot of her, not perhaps to stand still on the spot. She is very absent-minded and she forgets about many matters. In spite of bad experiences from the childhood she is able to enjoy life.She has a twisted sense of humour.
She is an intelligent and clever girl. From time to time she is having occasionally fits of stupid laughter, or depression. She knows what she wants. Very much she is upset with opinion other. Sometimes she is not social, but she isn't shy.
Likes:
- Biology.
- Play the violin.
- Classical music.
- Striped things and laces.
- The Victorian era.
Dislikes:
- Mathematic.
- Physic.
- Of persons which are ridiculing her.
- To get to know new persons.
- People which are judging other by the appearance.
Fears:
- Being not-accepted in the group.
- Death of somebody from the family.
- Rejections.
- Spiders.
- Little, dark rooms.
- Repeat nervous breakdown.
Your Greatest Strength: Cynthia is musical very much. For her a violin is the greatest Passion service. She started playing the violin when she had 4 years. At present she mastered this art to perfection.
Your Greatest Weakness: Cynthia has a problem with establishing close contacts with people. She isn't able to create the emotional bond with friends. Emotional wobbling .Tendency to nervous breakdowns. Concern for the family.
''Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing"
Family:
Father: Gregory Williams. - 49 years. Academic teacher of chemistry. 
Sister: Anabella Williams. - 22 years, student of mathematics.
Mother: Cameron Williams. (dead.) - She committed suicide. History: Cynthia was born 23 September in California, in the Tranquility. She is a daughter of the chemist and the neurosurgeon. She grew up on suburb of the city. When had 4 years got the violin from her grandmother. This way for her an adventure began with the music.
At the nursery school she already had a problem in contacts with peers. Always full of the life and having itchy feet came the group off.
For the period of the childhood she explored her interest in the classical music.
The period of the school was time very difficult for her. Cynthia falling behind the group was a top-class scapegoat.
Pink haired thin girl was a ridicule of the entire school. Cynthia sought refuge in music and her second passion, biology.
When Cynthia had 15 years for her world stood on head. Her mother, for more close not known reasons committed suicide. The girl broke down nervously. Practically she doesn't remember it's no use of period. She isolated herself from people. For the year she was like the zombie, only with the help of the friend from the childhood she came back to the normal life.
At present Cynthia is studying biology at a university, she is a top student. She is making some more granting the private tuition of the playing of the violin in weekends. She is having a part-time job at high school as the biology teacher ( as the trainee ) in order to pay off a loan. In the free time she is studying.
She lives in the small house which she bought a year ago.
In the future she wants to work in the laboratory, stay at school or to earn a living as the professional violinist.
Anything Else?: She is a bisexual vegan.
''The Fallen Shall Rise Again"
Did you read the rules?: Transform and roll out.
Custom Title: Mad girl.
RP Sample:
- The gentleman isn't kicking the lady. - She laughed quietly. She started eating her cake. She pretended the offended face and more comfortably she sat down in the armchair. She turned the head in the direction of the window. In the café was warmly and cosily. The pink lighting still gave the room the charm. She didn't feel such a peace and the cheerfulness for ages.
She ate her cake and quietly she sighed. She saw that the boy had get up from the chair and he stood at the window.
She also got up and chairs and quietly came up to him. Interesting she looked out out of the window and she looked at the family.
She heard, that he had sighed. Shyly she put her hand on his shoulder.
- Did something happen? - asked very quietly. 
