Post by lovelylunatic on Aug 13, 2011 23:21:09 GMT -5
Name: Imogen Maria St. Paul, most widely known as Rocky.
Gender: Female.
Age: 22
General Appearance: Rocky has raven black hair cut in a reverse bob, with straight but seemingly messy bangs. Rocky has a full figure for her short size, at 5'3, however it isn't easy to call this shortness 'cute' due to the studded leather corset, red leather shorts, and ripped fishnets one would often find her in. Her eyes are often ringed with thick black liner, her lips painted black and red, matchin her rather pointed nails. This is in direct contrast to her apperance in front her her parents, which consists of long pleated skirts and pastel casmere sweaters.
Personality: Rocky is headstrong, cocky, vibrant, and occasionally a bit rude, a notorious flirt and rebel. Rocky's occasionally ruff personality makes her alot of friends and a lot more enemies, but tends to attract the most interesting kinds of people. However, this also gives her the nasty tendancy towards trouble, once resulting in jail for three months. She adores the thrilling feeling in drag races, bar fights and running fast and hard, nearly as much as she loves to feel loved. She tends to need this feeling, like someone cares, so she occasionally is a bit slutty for the few seconds of adoration. Generally goodnatured, as far as one with her personality could be, not often going out of her way to laugh at people or punch someone untill they bleed. In fact, she can often be rather nice, as she'd take a bullet for a friend or let someone borrow a pair of brass knuckles. Once she even saved a kitten from getting hit by a car, which she still has to this day. The kitten, now seven months, is a fluffy silver tabby, and responds to Sonja.
Race : Mortal badass of the human type.
Bio : Rocky was raised as Imogen by extremely conservative religous parents, and lived a very closed off life of discipline, scoldings, and let downs. Everything that was consitered 'ungodly' was forbidden. No nailpolish, no barbies, no television, no rock music, no boys, and no fantasy books. Imogen absolutly hated it. She hated the cold nights locked in confection when she was bad, she hated being homeschooled, she hated the rules and the cold stares and the helpless bordem that same with life in general. Then she turned sixteen. And Imogen ran for it. She stole a motercycle and learned how to ride it, and just drove and drove and drove. She cut her hair. She picked the name Rocky. She hurled herself into everything her mother would of hated: rock, liquor, illegal drag racing, makeup and sex. Imogen died, and Rocky was born.
Gender: Female.
Age: 22
General Appearance: Rocky has raven black hair cut in a reverse bob, with straight but seemingly messy bangs. Rocky has a full figure for her short size, at 5'3, however it isn't easy to call this shortness 'cute' due to the studded leather corset, red leather shorts, and ripped fishnets one would often find her in. Her eyes are often ringed with thick black liner, her lips painted black and red, matchin her rather pointed nails. This is in direct contrast to her apperance in front her her parents, which consists of long pleated skirts and pastel casmere sweaters.
Personality: Rocky is headstrong, cocky, vibrant, and occasionally a bit rude, a notorious flirt and rebel. Rocky's occasionally ruff personality makes her alot of friends and a lot more enemies, but tends to attract the most interesting kinds of people. However, this also gives her the nasty tendancy towards trouble, once resulting in jail for three months. She adores the thrilling feeling in drag races, bar fights and running fast and hard, nearly as much as she loves to feel loved. She tends to need this feeling, like someone cares, so she occasionally is a bit slutty for the few seconds of adoration. Generally goodnatured, as far as one with her personality could be, not often going out of her way to laugh at people or punch someone untill they bleed. In fact, she can often be rather nice, as she'd take a bullet for a friend or let someone borrow a pair of brass knuckles. Once she even saved a kitten from getting hit by a car, which she still has to this day. The kitten, now seven months, is a fluffy silver tabby, and responds to Sonja.
Race : Mortal badass of the human type.
Bio : Rocky was raised as Imogen by extremely conservative religous parents, and lived a very closed off life of discipline, scoldings, and let downs. Everything that was consitered 'ungodly' was forbidden. No nailpolish, no barbies, no television, no rock music, no boys, and no fantasy books. Imogen absolutly hated it. She hated the cold nights locked in confection when she was bad, she hated being homeschooled, she hated the rules and the cold stares and the helpless bordem that same with life in general. Then she turned sixteen. And Imogen ran for it. She stole a motercycle and learned how to ride it, and just drove and drove and drove. She cut her hair. She picked the name Rocky. She hurled herself into everything her mother would of hated: rock, liquor, illegal drag racing, makeup and sex. Imogen died, and Rocky was born.
