ROZ, Ever [WIP]

[EVER ROZ]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#909090; border-left: 40px solid #505050;] EVER "ROZ" "let my hands, do what they want"   THE BASICS,

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Full Name:

ever roz

Nickname:

roz, ever

Age:

eighteen

Face Claim:

lea michele

A LITTLE DEEPER,

Alliance:

Islander

Personality:

Ever comes off strong and confident. Shoulders squared and head held high she walks around like a very secure woman. When first meeting someone she's generally not afraid to tell you how it is. She isn't a push over or overly nice. The little bit of an accent that she has tends to make people feel more comfortable around her, but she is a bitch. That is the only word that even comes close to doing her justice. She's sassy, a smart-ass, can have a mean streak, is very rebellious, extremely stubborn, and a gosh awful temper.

Once she does make friends, though, she's loyal to them and always has their back, always on their side in any conflict. she'll stand up for them, and will easily stand up to the enemy with everything she's worth. Ever tends to keep things bottled up. She refuses to cry in front of anyone, and prefers to keep her emotions to herself, as she doesn't want to look needy or as though she's seeking attention. she has a really tough exterior, and sometimes she's hard to crack. some might say she's a total badass. honestly she doesn't care what people think.

Likes:

the flowers that grow on the island, the foreigners, wild horses, learning new things, surviving

Dislikes:

people who are stuck up, people who think they are better then her, being disclosed, people who think that she's stupid, being cold

Strengths:

leading, hunting, foraging, combat, intelligence

Weaknesses:

stubborn, hard headed, listening to others, inexperience, gullible

ON THE OUTSIDE,

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Appearance:

Ever can never seem to tame her hair. the unruly curliness is always out of place, in her eyes or just not cooperating in general. at one point in her life, she loved the spirals that fell midway down her back, now its just a curse. another thing Ever can't seem to stand is her nose. its big and just there. another thing ever could stand to be rid of is her overly large mouth. while guys are thankful when chicks have them, ever feels like she could easily do without. ever's favorite feature is her doe like eyes, their warm and large and can captivate anybody with their look of innocence.

thanks to a a countless number of work outs, and numerous times that she has stalked through the jungle ever is able to keep thin and muscular, she's proud of her waist but can't help but wish she had a bust. thankfully having a five foot two frame means even a cup size B looks big.

THE PAST,

History:

she was born on the island, twenty years before, on a stormy april day. her father was away on a hunting trip with the majority of males in the tribe, while her mother was left with the women to do the chores of the day.

Family:

Jakob Elijah - Father.
Katya Lana - Mother.

THE ROLEPLAYER,

Name: chelsey
Age: fifteen
RP Experience: three years
Other Characters: n/a
How You Found Us: i don't even know.
Sample:

steam swirled in the atmosphere as the shadowed figure moved about his home in nothing but a loosely tied towel. suds were still littered upon his chest when his features were finally seen. with defined cheek bones and a kissable mouth that women dreamed about, braxton saunders was diffidently something yummy to look at. his chest was chiseled, and well defined, a slight trail of ebon colored hairs leading from his belly button to his mini braxton. and though these features were great, the one thing that caught the eyes of another were he's startling blue eyes, ones in which could stare harshly into those of another, while at the same time show passion and lust as clear as day. said things attracted women to him as though he were a flame and they were a pack of hungry moths.

it wasn't like he wasn't excited to see her, no that wasn't the case. he was always excited to see miss evie. it's just, she was never all that happy to see him. the shy, loving girl he know from his past was gone, and was now replaced by a seductive witch that toyed with his emotions. not that it mattered after all, she wasn't his, hadn't been his. the only thing that was his was the tiny gold heart in which hung around her throat at all times. sometimes, he wished he were that golden locket, and it wasn't because it hung between her breasts, no he's not that horrny, thankfully. it was because it was something evie loved and cherished, therefore braxton felt a tiny bit of envy towards it. but hell, who would give up being gorgeous to be a locket?

with cat like grace the man moves towards his bedroom, his bare feet making a soft noise on the hardwood floor. clothes covered practically every square inch of the room, and now a towel remained damp on the ground in which he stood. walking around in the nude alone wasn't one of his favorite pass times, but hell, who was he to care. randomly, he picks up a pair of black, silk boxers and throws them on carelessly, before throwing on a plain, but clean white tee shirt. his next item of clothing is a pair of jeans, the look in which he wore wasn't original, but again, who was he to care. running a hand through the shaggy, and rather wet black hair, he brushed it from his eyes and stared into his reflection, emitting a deep breath and bending down to pick up a plaid shirt. this is thrown over the white tee shirt and left unbuttoned, the white vee neck he wore underneath fitting him like a second skin.

the next thing he does is stick his wallet in his pocket, never could be to prepaired. that wallet had everything, that braxton could ever find himself needing. sighing, and running a hand down the length of his face, he makes his way towards the living room where in which he pulls on a pair of socks, and pulls a shoe on one by one. rather than lacing up the combat boots, he lets the tongue stick out and simply throws his laces into his shoes and calls it good. he's almost out the door at this time, grabbing his keys from the rack and locking the door behind him. somewhere in his mind he's wondering whats in store for Rosses Point, it's sure as hell gonna be fun, that was a certain and a diffident. but brax knew that with fun came drama, which he never liked to get himself wrapped in. before the man knows it, he's at the beach. it looked as though time really does fly. twisting the key of his truck and killing the engine, braxton locks the door before heading out into the sea of dancing people. for a few moments, he doesn't spot anyone who really looks all that familiar, until he sees himself in the crowd.

rather than heading right over to his twin, he smiles at a few girls and even picks up a beer. heading towards the fire in which his brother stood by, he moves gracefully through the dancing crowd and towards the tall figure. when he's finally within' speaking distance, he speaks. "well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." chuckling, he slaps his brother warmly on the back, taking a long pull from his beer and scanning around for evie. when he sees her, she's guzzling down a beer, this makes his face pull up in a smirk. "so, where's your lady friend?" he asks referring to Shiloh, he stares into the bright, vibrant colors of the fire waiting for a reply before taking another sip of his beer. he'll let evie come to him, he decides, she's probably dying to know what the hells going on inside his head.

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Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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