Post by Mimi Marquez on Jan 1, 2008 8:58:39 GMT -5
Character Name: Mimi Marquez
Original Character? Certainly not. All credit for Miss Marquez goes to the late, great Jopnathan Larson.
Your Name: Colleen
Other Characters you play on this site: none at the moment.
Picture:
Model: Rosario Dawson
Physical Appearance:
History:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
RP Sample: ((Taken from GBA.))
Mimi sighed as she strode into the Life, exhausted. The entire apartment building had been in an uproar since the twins' muder, and understandably so. There was a psycho on the loose, presumably living in the building. No one know where she was, or who'd be next. She shuddered at the thought of someone else being killed by the bitch. She was so horribly sick of death. But, such was the life she had.
She'd barely gotten inside when she heard an all-too-familiar voice, one which had been absent from the building for a week. Smiling, she moseyed over to join her best friend, waving at Satine and Christian. "Hey guys," she said, taking the empty seat at the table. "Hope you don't mind if I join you." Grinning over at Angel, she gushed, "Chica, you've gotta tell me about Italy."
It was then that she noticed the tension hovering over the group, as well as Angel's horrified expression. It could only mean that the expecting couple had informed Angel of the week's events. Sighing again, she rested her head in one hand, propping it up on the table with her elbow. "Honey, chewing your nails up won't help," she said gently, reaching over to remove the hand from Angel's mouth.
Password: alphabet soup is quite yummy.
Original Character? Certainly not. All credit for Miss Marquez goes to the late, great Jopnathan Larson.
Your Name: Colleen
Other Characters you play on this site: none at the moment.
Picture:
Model: Rosario Dawson
Physical Appearance:
History:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
RP Sample: ((Taken from GBA.))
Mimi sighed as she strode into the Life, exhausted. The entire apartment building had been in an uproar since the twins' muder, and understandably so. There was a psycho on the loose, presumably living in the building. No one know where she was, or who'd be next. She shuddered at the thought of someone else being killed by the bitch. She was so horribly sick of death. But, such was the life she had.
She'd barely gotten inside when she heard an all-too-familiar voice, one which had been absent from the building for a week. Smiling, she moseyed over to join her best friend, waving at Satine and Christian. "Hey guys," she said, taking the empty seat at the table. "Hope you don't mind if I join you." Grinning over at Angel, she gushed, "Chica, you've gotta tell me about Italy."
It was then that she noticed the tension hovering over the group, as well as Angel's horrified expression. It could only mean that the expecting couple had informed Angel of the week's events. Sighing again, she rested her head in one hand, propping it up on the table with her elbow. "Honey, chewing your nails up won't help," she said gently, reaching over to remove the hand from Angel's mouth.
Password: alphabet soup is quite yummy.