Post by winry rockbell on Jun 15, 2012 14:56:04 GMT -5
( winry rockbell )
[/color][/font]the real story
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( so how old are you and when's your birthday? )[/color][/font]
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( where were you born and where do you live now? )[/color][/font]
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( what about your family, do you have any? )[/color][/font]
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( what do you love? )[/color][/font]
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( what are some of your goals? )[/color][/font]
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( finally, a bit about the player now )[/color][/font]
ideal contact method: pm
other characters played: n/a
how you found us: caution 2.0
roleplay sample:
For anyone who knew about Bianca, if they asked her which level she liked the most out of all of Division Z, they would expect her to say something like the laboratory, or the library. Typical, but they were wrong. Her favorite place wasn't buried in a book, or huddled over a microscope. It wasn't even in a dark corner where she could get away from any light and all of society so she could be with her own thoughts... though that was a guess her mother would be more likely to make.
Her feet made near to no sound as she padded down the halls of the atrium, looking casually around at everything, though she had seen it many times before. Taking too steps would have annoyed her: that would have brought attention to herself and made her unable to hear and be aware of anyone coming. Which just wasn't acceptable. Being surprised was being unaware, and she had made it a goal to try not to be when it came to her surroundings. Bianca liked the atrium because it was usually quiet, during certain times of day in different areas, all of which she knew well. It was a good place to think, which she usually did pacing, but only if she was in a more confined area. Here she could walk around, up the different levels, and let her mind unravel itself when she needed it. It also provided sunlight without being in direct sunlight, which annoyed her greatly. There was just something about sun on her skin that made her agitated. So this was a perfect balance
Her reason for walking around today was to process all the research she had been doing. It was terrible, how consuming it was. Instead of overloading on her usual work, she did the exact amount she needed to before moving on to looking at different conversation starters and tactics of conversation.And before she knew it, it was two am and she was still reading up. Her work for the day was finished, so she decided to spend the rest of the day reflecting. It was all so strange, working on being social. No doubt she was an introvert, but though they were not as prone to converse, there were types who could be cordial and talk with people. They just didn't need it... which brought up the ever pressing thought to her: introverts didn't need it... why did she feel the need to learn, then? She had observed when people did begin conversations with her, she usually became so eager that she could be tamed, and said whatever came to mind. Censoring was also something she was working on.
Everything she had read was ingrained in her brain. Ice breakers, childhood, work related, and food/drinks. Entertainment, but she needed more social awareness. Don't talk to loud, be agreeable, don't feel the need to dominate, and most of all, listening. That was only a few. She sighed, shaking her head to herself. As intelligent as she was supposed to be, she was surprised she had to work so hard on this. Undercover work and socializing was easy, a breeze. But actual conversation was her bane. For some reason, her mind got all jumbled, worked without her, went into a frenzy. Sad... but all this knowledge would mean nothing if she didn't apply it. That was going to be the hard part... finding someone to talk to. Or rather, someone willing to talk to her...
Her feet made near to no sound as she padded down the halls of the atrium, looking casually around at everything, though she had seen it many times before. Taking too steps would have annoyed her: that would have brought attention to herself and made her unable to hear and be aware of anyone coming. Which just wasn't acceptable. Being surprised was being unaware, and she had made it a goal to try not to be when it came to her surroundings. Bianca liked the atrium because it was usually quiet, during certain times of day in different areas, all of which she knew well. It was a good place to think, which she usually did pacing, but only if she was in a more confined area. Here she could walk around, up the different levels, and let her mind unravel itself when she needed it. It also provided sunlight without being in direct sunlight, which annoyed her greatly. There was just something about sun on her skin that made her agitated. So this was a perfect balance
Her reason for walking around today was to process all the research she had been doing. It was terrible, how consuming it was. Instead of overloading on her usual work, she did the exact amount she needed to before moving on to looking at different conversation starters and tactics of conversation.And before she knew it, it was two am and she was still reading up. Her work for the day was finished, so she decided to spend the rest of the day reflecting. It was all so strange, working on being social. No doubt she was an introvert, but though they were not as prone to converse, there were types who could be cordial and talk with people. They just didn't need it... which brought up the ever pressing thought to her: introverts didn't need it... why did she feel the need to learn, then? She had observed when people did begin conversations with her, she usually became so eager that she could be tamed, and said whatever came to mind. Censoring was also something she was working on.
Everything she had read was ingrained in her brain. Ice breakers, childhood, work related, and food/drinks. Entertainment, but she needed more social awareness. Don't talk to loud, be agreeable, don't feel the need to dominate, and most of all, listening. That was only a few. She sighed, shaking her head to herself. As intelligent as she was supposed to be, she was surprised she had to work so hard on this. Undercover work and socializing was easy, a breeze. But actual conversation was her bane. For some reason, her mind got all jumbled, worked without her, went into a frenzy. Sad... but all this knowledge would mean nothing if she didn't apply it. That was going to be the hard part... finding someone to talk to. Or rather, someone willing to talk to her...
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