Post by Ellis Pegg on Feb 16, 2010 21:30:57 GMT -5
ELLIS JACKLYN PEGG ;
HEY HEY! THE NAME IS UP ABOVE BUT EVERYONE CALLS ME ELLE AND ELVIS WHICH IS PRETTY COOL, RIGHT? ANYWAY, I'M A CHICK, BORN IN MOSCOW, RUSSIA, AND AM TWENTY-SIX YEARS OLD. DAMN STRAIGHT! STILL YOUNG, BABY! JUST TO GET THE BASES COVERED, I AM A PHOTOGRAPHER AND AM ACTUALLY HOMOSEXUAL BUT I LOVE LATE NIGHTS, RUNNING, TRAVELING, READING, AND SPONTANEOUS ADVENTURING BUT I TOTALLY HATE GOING BY THE RULES, WAKING UP EARLY, BEING SOBER FOR TOO LONG, AND AUTHORITY. I KNOW. I'M THE MOST INTERESTING PERSON ON THIS PLANET, YEAH? BUT YEAH IF YOU WANNA KNOW MORE YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO KEEP ON READING!
ATTRACTION'S SATISFACTION ;
[color=b84c7f][b]ELLIS PEGG[/b][/color] looks sort of like [b]KATHERINE MOENNIG[/b] and goes onto aim by the name of [u]N/A[/u] but to hit her up, just call [u]201-3244[/u]. FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENCE ;
PERSONAL STYLE:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]As far as clothes go, Ellis seems to have her own unique style. In general her attire is more on the masculine side: straight leg jeans, comfortable shirts, and lots of layers. Never does she dress up, it's always casual - rips, tears, shirts that are a size too big. It's all in the mix, but the fact of the matter is that Ellis cares enough about her appearances to look appealing, but not enough to buy designer clothes, or expensive clothes for that matter.
PERSONALITY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]Ellis is perhaps as mellow as they come; she just lives life for the here and now, and if here and now isn't fun then she'll wander off to find something better. She isn't one for responsibility, or having impressive ambitions. The only reason she's stayed and persued the occupation she's in now is because she has fun with it. She enjoys being around others, and being a photographer allows her to meet many interesting people. The extravegant parties filled with expensive drugs, the groups of people who barely stumble out of clubs, and the one-night stands that ensue from a life of fast paced partying and frenzied working.
Despite what makes her seem like a fairly shallow person, she is in fact a philosophical individual. She has her morals, and she has the ability to accept anyone and everyone. Similarly, Ellis sticks to how she is - there is nothing that will change her, and she's determined to keep it that way. Stubbornness is second nature to her, along with a certain amount of aloofness and flippancy.
SIGHTING LIGHTENING ;
FAMILY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
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- Marcus Pegg / Comedian / Fifty-Two - Father
- Adele Pegg / Student / Sixteen - Younger Sister
- Jackson Pegg / Lawyer / Twenty-Seven - Older Brother
PASSING CASTING ;
It was in her routine, or lack of one, that she would walk the streets at night. If you ever wanted to find the secrets of a city you had to search through the bowls of the beast to find the sickening, half digested secrets that it had thought was long gone. Nothing ever disappeared, nothing was actually forgotten - nothing. That's what she loved about walking these streets, they were more revealing than anyone would want. Luckily for her, she had nothing to hide. No secrets, no regrets, no long lost lovers waiting to be run into around the corner. Adele kept herself a complete open book, and perhaps that was the most mysterious thing about her.
Spiked boots clicked her appearance, echoing down the hollowed throats of alley ways and whispering back at her, causing her to sway with confidence and a cocky air about her that only Adele could fully love and bath in. Arrogance, pride, it was all something she welcomed with open arms; she didn't try to deny what she was. An arrogant, proud human that was cocky with life, and accepting of death. Pursing her lips, her glowing hues swept over her surroundings, taking in details that would forever be burned into her skull. The rank smell of human fluids and grime brewing on the building's sides, only intensified by the atmosphere of mischeif flowing through the city.
As a hand reached out, grabbing onto her leg, she looked down at the young girl. She had to be just over thirteen, obviously a scalpel slut even at this age, her eyes blurred by a mixture of pain and sedate.
"Hey, where am I?" The girl asked, her words slithering over her breaking, cracked lips, a tongue hopelessly brushing across the parchment of skin that allowed blood to bubble through. Red, the only bold color in this city, the only flash of creativity and hope - a splash of color, a splash of red. Adele grinned benevolently, squating down with her arms resting on her knees as she inspected the girl. The hair poorly dyed by a pathetic attempt to follow trends, her eyes heavy with life that was harsh and unforgiving, and lips that quivered with hope. Tucking a hair behind the adolescent's ear, she saw those heavy eyes flutter close and a breath of relief breath out. Frowning, the hand curled under the jutting line of a jawline, her fingers gripping into either cheek, feeling her fingers burrow into the empty caverns below her cheek bones.
Her eyes flew open, and a look of abandonment flickered through those guarded eyes.
"Figure it out for yourself, slut. Don't depend on mercy, because it won't come," Pushing the girls face away she stood off, kicking the grip around her boot off and peering down at her. This is what she hated the most in this city - these people get themselves fucked up and then expect an understanding citizen to help them home and fall in love with them, waking up in the morning warm and laying next to someone. Yeah? Well fuck them, idiots.
AYEEEEEEEEE-IIIII
Addie's head snapped to her right, looking into the mouth of an alley way as it gradually faded into an abyss of black. Tapping her boot, she found her lips curling up into a smirk; only one thing could cause that kind of scream in this city.
Death.
Jumping into action, she ran into the alley way like a prisoner to salvation and looking down she found herself stepping onto the strewn out hand of a man. Feeling the skin give way under her heel she jumped back, whiping the heel absently on the back of her leg before looking up with the adolescent's gaze of hope running in circles around her pupils. And then her breath caught.
There he was, a RepoMan, in all his gorish glory.
And a prayer.
Biting onto her bottom lip she stifled a laugh, and cocked her hip placing a hand on it, raising an eyebrow, asking, "That make you feel better, slick shit?" Kicking the limp man's body absently, she looked up through her eyelashes at the man in his armor - the armor declaring just who's side he was on, and just who was paying his rent. GeneCo. Selling your soul to the devil, and no doubt proud of it.
Walking a few steps forward, Adele pursed her lips and sized him up before speaking again, "Think god'll forgive you for ripping organs out? Hmm," She paused before shrugging, leaning against the disgusting alley way wall, crossing her arms, "Or does the demon simply try to make his way back to god's feet, kissing his toes, praying for a second chance?"
Scared? No. She already had a deal with god, and therefore death. He'll come for her when it's her time, and she'll take the worst of it. She only had one life to live, and damned if he was going to control it.
Maybe he'd recognize her, she was a well published journalist and had done more than one article on the RepoMen, though usually it was to their benefit than anything else. She admired how they had adapted and let morals evolve to fit life in this city of death; they were the forward runners on natural selection of the psychological persuasion.
Spiked boots clicked her appearance, echoing down the hollowed throats of alley ways and whispering back at her, causing her to sway with confidence and a cocky air about her that only Adele could fully love and bath in. Arrogance, pride, it was all something she welcomed with open arms; she didn't try to deny what she was. An arrogant, proud human that was cocky with life, and accepting of death. Pursing her lips, her glowing hues swept over her surroundings, taking in details that would forever be burned into her skull. The rank smell of human fluids and grime brewing on the building's sides, only intensified by the atmosphere of mischeif flowing through the city.
As a hand reached out, grabbing onto her leg, she looked down at the young girl. She had to be just over thirteen, obviously a scalpel slut even at this age, her eyes blurred by a mixture of pain and sedate.
"Hey, where am I?" The girl asked, her words slithering over her breaking, cracked lips, a tongue hopelessly brushing across the parchment of skin that allowed blood to bubble through. Red, the only bold color in this city, the only flash of creativity and hope - a splash of color, a splash of red. Adele grinned benevolently, squating down with her arms resting on her knees as she inspected the girl. The hair poorly dyed by a pathetic attempt to follow trends, her eyes heavy with life that was harsh and unforgiving, and lips that quivered with hope. Tucking a hair behind the adolescent's ear, she saw those heavy eyes flutter close and a breath of relief breath out. Frowning, the hand curled under the jutting line of a jawline, her fingers gripping into either cheek, feeling her fingers burrow into the empty caverns below her cheek bones.
Her eyes flew open, and a look of abandonment flickered through those guarded eyes.
"Figure it out for yourself, slut. Don't depend on mercy, because it won't come," Pushing the girls face away she stood off, kicking the grip around her boot off and peering down at her. This is what she hated the most in this city - these people get themselves fucked up and then expect an understanding citizen to help them home and fall in love with them, waking up in the morning warm and laying next to someone. Yeah? Well fuck them, idiots.
AYEEEEEEEEE-IIIII
Addie's head snapped to her right, looking into the mouth of an alley way as it gradually faded into an abyss of black. Tapping her boot, she found her lips curling up into a smirk; only one thing could cause that kind of scream in this city.
Death.
Jumping into action, she ran into the alley way like a prisoner to salvation and looking down she found herself stepping onto the strewn out hand of a man. Feeling the skin give way under her heel she jumped back, whiping the heel absently on the back of her leg before looking up with the adolescent's gaze of hope running in circles around her pupils. And then her breath caught.
There he was, a RepoMan, in all his gorish glory.
And a prayer.
Biting onto her bottom lip she stifled a laugh, and cocked her hip placing a hand on it, raising an eyebrow, asking, "That make you feel better, slick shit?" Kicking the limp man's body absently, she looked up through her eyelashes at the man in his armor - the armor declaring just who's side he was on, and just who was paying his rent. GeneCo. Selling your soul to the devil, and no doubt proud of it.
Walking a few steps forward, Adele pursed her lips and sized him up before speaking again, "Think god'll forgive you for ripping organs out? Hmm," She paused before shrugging, leaning against the disgusting alley way wall, crossing her arms, "Or does the demon simply try to make his way back to god's feet, kissing his toes, praying for a second chance?"
Scared? No. She already had a deal with god, and therefore death. He'll come for her when it's her time, and she'll take the worst of it. She only had one life to live, and damned if he was going to control it.
Maybe he'd recognize her, she was a well published journalist and had done more than one article on the RepoMen, though usually it was to their benefit than anything else. She admired how they had adapted and let morals evolve to fit life in this city of death; they were the forward runners on natural selection of the psychological persuasion.
DESTINATION RESERVATION ;
I, Narwhal, HEREBY HAVE READ THE PROBOARD AND FORUM RULES AND UNDERSTAND THEM TO THE FULLEST EXTENT AND PLAN TO FOLLOW THESE RULES FOR AS LONG AS I AM ON ON PROBOARDS/THIS FORUM. BY DISOBEYING THESE TERMS AND CONDITIONS, I AM SUBJECTED TO BEING BANNED AND UNDERSTAND/AGREE FULLY WITH THE CONSEQUENCES.[/SUB][/BLOCKQUOTE]
