Post by Samantha Jade Corcoran on Mar 26, 2012 15:47:35 GMT -5
Samantha Jade Corcoran
Out of Character
Alias: Charlee/Cosmic
Age: 14
Gender: Self-explanatory.
RP Experience: About 2-3 years or so? .n.
How Did You Find Us?: Voting site.
Activity Level: On the computer I get on everyday haha, computer nerd. I'm also home-schooled, so I'll be on quite a lot. c:
Other Characters: None.
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Rev
RP Sample:
hurr Warrior Cats hurrNight lay heavily over the forest. Paws stirred the frosted-grass at the edge of the path leading up to the RainClan camp entrance. A large tom was trekking up the steep hill, the cold wind ruffling and battering his fur as the coldness of winter lay heavily in the air. The silhouette's breath came out as smoke. The figure had just narrowly avoided the night patrol, for if they might've caught him, they might not think he was loyal, as the figure was not clan-born and all. A growl almost forced its way out of his chest as the thought arose in his mind. Why would he betray the clan whom had saved and sheltered him? The thought still made no sense in his mind as the mulled it over. The tom swiftly made his way through the ferns, a limp creature clamped firmly in his mouth. Green eyes scanned the clearing, no cat would be awake to see his quiet entrance.
In the tom's emerald eyes, the camp looked frozen. A small layer of frost lay upon everything. The grass, the dens and even the flattened dirt had the layer of white. Nothing looked like it had escaped apart from the trees that surrounded the small clearing. He remembered that this was how the clan camp had looked when he was a little kit during his first leaf-bare. The tom shuddered, he hated the white stuff that the cats would call 'Snow', it would soon come. He was a kit when he had first came across it. The warriors had laughed at his reaction at how he had taken to the cold. The queens had warned him not to go outside. For when he did, he didn't expect the snow to turn into water and soak him completely. His experience with water wasn't very good, and the clan cats didn't expect him to shoot off into the woods, yowling as soon as it started to melt into his fur.
The moon hung highly above the camp, in a half-crescent shrouding half of the camp in darkness. Leopardspot had the urge to pad over into the shadows and just curl up and hide away. But of course he wouldn't, his false feelings of contemptness and seniority refused to let him. The leaf-less trees were seemingly trying to grab the moon with their brown thin fingers. He sat down, staring at the mesmerizing scene above him, his eyes greedily taking it in. He wished he had a way to pull down the scene and slap it into his memory permanently.
His legs forced himself up onto his paws, and he slowly padded forwards, taking his prey with him. He places the prey onto the lacking fresh-kill pile, eyeing what little prey they had left. He refused to take anything before everyone else did, and literally starved himself when prey was scarce. Refusing to show that he was hungry, he padded over to the edge of the clan camp and settled himself down, not wanting to go into the Warriors' den.
General Information
Full Name: Samantha Jade Corcoran
Gender: Girl
Birthday: 18th April 1996
Age: 15
Camp Experience: 2 years.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Claim Status: Yes.
Divine Parent: Dionysus
Looks
Hair: Samantha's hair is scarlet in colour and goes down to her bust. She straightens it every day and you can usually see her with a side parting with side bangs.
Eyes: Her irises are brown in colour and you can hardly ever see her without mascara or eyeliner on.
Height: 5ft 4.
Weight: (I'm unsure what the average weight it and is this even needed?? o3o)
Picture: Click
Playby: Ariana Grande.
Dressing Style: Her dressing style usually goes with the seasons and with the fashion.
General Appearance: Samantha is a very attractive young lady. Unlike her father she is very slim and likes to take care of herself, which is noticeable. A very slim layer of make up covers her face, trying to keep as natural as possible.With a first glance, you can see that she is a happy girl, a smile almost always on her face, genuine as it reaches her eyes.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: Sam is, so to speak, a human firecracker. There isn't a moment when she'll sit still and listen, obey or behave. She could care less for rules, and punishment only fuels her behavior even more. She's overly-hyperactive, only sleeping for short periods of time before she's up and running again. When she's speaking to someone, her eyes always dart off to something else, her ADHD kicking in and she'll fidget a lot, like she's tired of listening to someone and has found something more interesting.
Her hyperactive attitude often helps during sword fights, or when she's doing anything that requires a lot of moving about. For her hyper-ness comes with a desire to never lose, and to never give up.
Samantha, unsurprisingly, is a chatterbox, which isn't a surprise considering that she's hyperactive ball of energy. You won't see her speaking or running her mouth for no reason, but when she does, it's hardly ever a compliment. She stays calm even when getting shouted at and it takes a lot to annoy her, she loves making people angry. If you make a good impression on her, then she might take you into consideration as a friend. She loves to be the role-model of younger people. Live life, and never waste it, that's her motto.
However, if you ever somehow and very rarely manage to make her angry or annoyed, her attitude turns upside down. She'll attempt break anything that she can get her hands on, and it'll be hard to stop her. Sometimes it'll even escalate to the point where she may even hit someone out of frustration. If you make fun out of her, then expect to be hit. Not with her fist, but with her harsh words.
Likes:
cats
her hair
the colour scarlet
swords
being the center of attention
Dislikes:
dull tones
the language Greek since her non-existent dyslexia prevents her from learning it
being hated
getting angry
Fears:
being ignored
spiders
death
Secrets:
used to have a stuffed bear called Stacey when she was growing up
Ambitions:
she wishes to be among the top swordfighters in camp half-blood
to be better then her twin brother
Powers: She has control over vineplants and over grapes. Can also cause madness, but she cannot cure it.
Family and History
Personal History:Samantha was born into an average family that lived in London. Well, if you could call it that. She lived with her twin brother, Jason, step father, Ryan, and her mother, Tracey. Sam and Jason weren't treated quite like they should've been by their mother, not quite neglected, but not quite loved either. Before their mother met Ryan, she would be out on the streets till late hours of the morning, leaving her and her brother for hours on end. Sometimes their mother would return home either with random men or drunk. Sometimes both. When Tracey would return home drunk she would sometimes turn violent and start trashing the house and shouting. She would yell that she had everything until she found out that she was pregnant with "those insolent brats". Jason, being the brother that he was would protect Sam and hide her while their mother raged. They both got took off their mother a few times until she had calmed down
This all changed when Ryan came into the scene, a sweet, hard working lawyer, he calmed down Tracey significantly, she would no longer be that drunk and vengeful mother, going out every night. Ryan treated her and her children with care, occasionally taking them places like Spain and France. They had even went to Alaska, but Sam and Jason kept getting bad feelings from there. They hated the place.
Ryan soon got a job offer over in New York at a big firm, and would earn more then he would over in London. So they ended up selling the house that they were living in and few over to New York to start living there. Samantha and Jason started life a fresh, forgetting what their mother had done before Ryan came in. Years had past and strange things began to happen. Like getting followed by strange things in the street. Jason even said that he swore he saw a man with only one eye. Sam and her mother just shook it off, saying that it was his imagination. Soon after Samantha swore she saw a pure white horse with wings flying over her head. She confronted her mum and her mum just laughed, but she seemed to be hiding something.
At the age of 13, they were in half the way through their TH Middle School, the twins had stopped relying on each other and went their own ways, making new friends, talking occasionally at school and hanging out at home. Life at the moment was perfect. They had a nice house, a now nice family, and new friends. Life was swinging in their direction. Until one day at school, Sam and Jason were at school. Sam had Chemistry and Jason had math.
Sam was sitting next to her friend called Bob, a kid with a limp who had to carry crutches everywhere. She cringed at what the professor had said.
"...practical experiment..."
That would not go down well with her. Last time she did a 'practical experiment' she ended up turning herself and her clothes black with soot.
Shaking the thoughts out of her head, the apparatus was handed out and all of the chemicals. She winced at the sight of the blue and red liquid in the vials. Following the professor's instructions, she successfully managed to create the chemical reaction, causing the liquid inside a pale sickly green. She smiles at her achievement, at last! It didn't end up in disaster, the laboratory was in one pie-
A loud bang resonated through the lab, and expectantly throughout the whole school. Unfortunately for her, the bang came from a blonde girl that was right next to her. The "explosion" somehow shattered her vials, causing the liquid to fall onto her shoes and melt through it.
A man's voice, seemingly aimed at her spoke. It was the principle. How he got there so fast was beyond her. He wanted her to follow him. She sighed, moving her feet from the spot, she didn't do anything wrong and she know it. Bob, her crippled friend, stared at her uncertainly. The "principle" never quite liked her much. After a minute or two they were inside his office. The principle spun around on his feet and stared into her eyes. She swore that she saw them flash red for a moment. Shaking the thought from her mind, the principle began to speak. His voice was doubled, sounding strange, like he was possessed.
She wouldn't lie. She was petrified. Eyes widening, watching as the principle withered and standing in his place was a monster. There was no other words to describe it, she was horrified of what her eyes were resting upon.
The man's skin repulsed and tore apart, disintegrating before it hit the ground. Eagle talons replaced his hands, sharp as knives and bony wings sprouted from his back. Soon enough his whole body was transformed. His body was covered in feathers except his head which was a vile colour of green. The ex-principle edged closer, causing her to inch backwards. He began speaking in a strange language, she didn't know what he was saying. She felt like she should know what he was saying, but she didn't.
A talon flung out and scratched a deep cut into her cheek. Crimson blood leaked out and dripped onto the carpet floor, slowly staining it red.
Suddenly, the door slammed open and Bob was standing there, leant over his crutches and out of breath, obviously trying his best to get to the office. He threw her a small knife that clattered to the floor. It had a golden hilt and the blade was silver with a purple script engraved into it. Engrossed by the blade, she ran her fingers over the script. It suddenly was surrounded by a thin white shine, and grew longer into a sword. Sam gasped as her ADHD kicked in, and she spun round and the sword got stuck into the Thing's gut.
It laughed, almost amused at the pain, it swiped at Sam's head, but she ducked just in time, the talon swiping at the air uselessly. She blindly swung her sword again, loping at the Thing's head, making it come right off. It was like a bad prop in an old action movie.
Out of breath as adrenaline rushed through her veins, she turned her attention towards Bob for answers, he just ditched the crutches and signaled for her to follow him. She started ahead, questionably, before moving her feet, slowly getting into a steady run. Samantha ran into her brother. Literally. The pain smacked herself in the face. Jason questioned if she was okay, she merely nodded. He was with his best friend who should've also been on crutches, Fred.
Soon she found out that he had also been in a similar dilemma with the vice-principle. All she remembered after that was pain in her stomach and head before blacking out.
White was all around her. She could hear the sounds of birds tweeting and metal clashing together. Even the sound of horse hooves on wood flooring. She must've been mistaken. Only one through reigned through her mind. Where was she? Gathering herself, she pushed herself upright, wincing at a slight pain in her stomach. She took a look at where she was, in a hospital room?
The wooden door opened, revealing a man on a wheelchair. He explained everything to her. How she got knocked out, and where she was. It was almost enough to make her faint. She nodded at his words and asked for her brother.
Later that evening, she had settled down as much as she could, and was sitting down at the Hermes table for dinner. She understood what everyone was doing, and sacrificing food into the brazier. She stood up as it was her and Jasons turn now, and sent a little prayer as she pushed in her best looking portion, Jason doing the same. Everyone turned her attention to either her or Jason, their attention fixed on their head.
Floating about their head was a purple circle with a cup and grapes littered at the bottom. They turned their head simultaneously to the camp director. Dionysus merely nodded in approval. He was their father.
Mortal Parent: Tracey, alive.
Other Family: Jason, twin brother, alive.
And Finally...
I, Charlee, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes. :3
