Post by rebeccamurphy on Jun 22, 2011 22:22:04 GMT -5
rebecca alana murphy
get ready for a wild ride
better take your time baby
get back to the basics.
Nickname:
Becca ...call her anything else and she's likely to ignore you
Age:
17, April 4th
Nationality:
Irish-American
Gender:
female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Status:
Single
Student or adult:
Student
Face Claim:
Katie Cassidy
Extra Appearence:
She has two lobe piercings in both ears and an industrial in her right. She has this wrapped around her left ankle and a decorative infinity symbol on her left wrist with the larger part on the inside of wrist. There's a scar just above her right knee from a car accident.
make a good impression
Personality is Key
[BECCA] Likes
- Reading
- Video games
- Singing
- Coffee
- Chocolate
- Drama (the class)
- Clothes
- Music
- Running
[BECCA] Dislikes
- Burnt food
- Picky people
- Tea
- Sweat
- Country music
- Drinking water
- Blonde jokes
- Sympathy
Goals
- Get her own CD
- Prove to her dad that art school wasn't a bad idea
- Find someone that can actually deal with her
Fears
- Her father being disappointed
- Small, enclosed spaces
- Getting shots
Secrets
- She likes soap operas
- She's a closet nerd
- She tells everyone that her mother is in Ireland, which is true, she just doesn't want the sympathy
Strengths
- Independent
- Charismatic
- Active
- Confident
- Protective
Weaknesses
- Has apathetic tendencies
- Bluntly honest
- Drinks too much caffeine and sleeps too little
- Lack of anger control
- Her friends
Quirks
- Plays with her piercings
- Twirls on her hair
- Sorts and eats colored candies by color
- Sings in the shower
- Taps her fingers or feet
Attractions
- A sense of humor
- Coconut && strawberry smells
- People taller than her
- Wit/Sarcasm
Overall Personality
- CONFIDENT: Becca is confident without crossing over that line of being constantly egotistical. Yes, she does have an ego, but it doesn’t control everything that she does or how she thinks. She knows her strengths and weaknesses and she isn’t afraid to ask for help if she actually needs it, which is rare, and she won’t refuse help from anyone either unless her pride is in question.
- PRIDEFUL: Becca may be willing to ask for help, but if you put her pride in question then she’s going to do her damndest to prove anything. Tell her that she can’t do anything on her own and she’ll do it, even if it means that she might get hurt or that she might get into a bit of trouble.
- SECRETIVE: Becca doesn’t really spill her life story out to everyone that she meets, even with her friends, and there are only parts of her life that are common knowledge to everyone out there. Mainly anything dealing with her mother is kept under wraps, and while Becca doesn’t lie, she’s very good at twisting words and changing the subject while never answering a question.
- DEPENDABLE: Despite all of her shortcomings, Becca is an extremely dependable person. If you call her up and ask for her help then she'll drop what she's doing and make her way down to wherever you are to help. She's not the kind of girl who will make a promise that she can't keep and if she does happen to make a promise that seems out of reach then she'll be damned if she doesn't keep it.
- APATHETIC: These are more…tendencies that she has rather than an actual trait she keeps up all of the time. Becca doesn’t show other people sympathy because she doesn’t like it when people show her sympathy. Of course she’s perfectly capable of doing so and depending on your situation she’s likely to offer a shoulder to cry on or a kind word, but she does her best not to do things such as apologize since it seems a ridiculous notion to her.
- IMPULSIVE: Thinking before acting? Does anyone actually do that anymore? Even though Becca doesn't show her emotions she does still have them and she reacts to situations largely based off of her emotions. If instinct tells her to hop into a situation then she'll do it and she won't think about the consequences until it's too late to actually do anything about it.
keep moving foreward
history shapes our future.
Place of Residence:
LA, California
Birthplace:
Dublin, Ireland
Father's Name:
Caleb Murphy
Mother's Name:
Sofia Murphy --- Deceased
Siblings:
None
History:
Rebecca Alana Murphy was born April fourth to Caleb and Sofia Murphy in Dublin, Ireland. Her father worked as a college history professor while her mother was a bank manager, both of them making enough money to live a comfortable life. Rebecca wasn’t spoiled to any large degree, but due to complications with her birth, her mother was unable to carry another child, and so being an only child in a family with a bit of extra money allowed for the young girl to get quite a few things that she asked for. She had an early interest in music, always singing in the car and she seemed to pick up on lyrics, beats, and rhythms relatively quickly. Being as musically inclined that she was, her mother had the girl start with piano lessons, waiting until she was older before starting her on vocal lessons.
When it came to school Becca made friends easy enough and she did relatively well when it came to grades, though it wasn’t anything exceptional, and she always did better in classes involving creativity, specifically drama and choir. She was nine when she started with the voice lessons and continued up until she was thirteen. Four months after thirteenth birthday she was in the car with her mom coming home from a friend’s birthday party when they were hit by a truck along the driver’s side, the door and roof caving in. Becca escaped with a piece of glass embedded deep in her leg, just above her knee and her mother didn’t escape at all. After the funeral, nearly a month after the accident, and when the doctor cleared Becca to travel, her father began work on getting a passport and papers ready to leave Ireland.
She was fourteen when they finally moved to the states, her father getting another job as a history professor only a month after arriving in Los Angeles and Rebecca had to adjust to life in America. It wasn’t easy in the slightest, but she found a spot in the drama club and choir classes in her new school. It was her counselor that cued her into Hollywood Arts and suggested talking to her father and convincing him to let her go. After her mother’s death her father had cracked down on what he wanted his daughter to grow up to be, but he wasn’t about to tell her no and gave in, letting her go to the school.
better have looks or brains
everything else is trivial.
C-Box Name:
Maria
Other Characters:
None...yet >.>
Roleplay Sample:
Becca set the flat iron and her hair brush down, running her hands through her hair and shaking it out a bit before leaving the bathroom and making her way back to her bedroom, grabbing shoes from her heels from her closet and heading to the living room. It was somewhere around eleven in the morning and either Jess was still sleeping (which was likely the case) or she had staid somewhere else the evening before. All Becca knew was that if the other blonde was here, she wasn’t awake because Becca was up at six for her run. Whistling, she double checked her pockets to make sure she had her wallet and phone before leaning down and kissing Ceaser on the head, “I’ll be back in a few hours so be a good boy.” She turned on the television for him, changing the channel to one of the movie channels, knowing that her dog liked to run around like a crack head puppy when commercials were on. For a dog he was rather interested in television shows. When she came back it would be with an awesome new tattoo and probably quite a bit of pain. But whatever right?
The blonde went down to her car, pulling her sunglasses down from the visor and slipping them on before pulling out, windows rolled down and Alien Ant Farm coming from her speakers loud enough to vibrate her windshield. Warm days like these pleased her greatly and the pyrokinetic let her skin soak up the warmth. It had taken for what felt like forever for her to increase into stage 3 of her pyrokinesis, but now that she was it felt quite good, especially now that she didn’t actually need her lighter to create fire. She had been experimenting with it for a few nights now and nearly perfected the art of creating fire using the heat in the air. Warm wind rushed past her arm and blew her blonde hair back; ruining the brushing that she had done earlier, but at least her wasn’t curling. No, that would only happen if it decided to rain.
Becca came to the area where she knew the house was at and slowed, reaching into her glove box with her eyes still on the road and pulled out the directions. Her memory was total crap and so she had made sure to keep the directions on her. She’d been to the house once, just long enough to drop off the tattoo for the stencil to be made, but she had to rush off to check up on a couple of Kaos agents that had gotten injured a couple days ago. Normally the blonde would have stayed to chat, but there wasn’t time. Finding the apartment complex, Becca pulled into an empty parking spot and checked the apartment number one more time before getting out and locking her doors. Her sunglasses were still on her face, giving everything a slightly blue tint, and she moved them up as she came to the second floor.
Knocking on the apartment door, Becca heard a couple of loud, heavy barks and she turned the handle poking her head in and looking down at two pitbulls. “Hello?” she asked, raising her voice just enough to be heard. One of the pitbulls nipped lightly at her bared calf and Becca closed the door behind, bending down and grabbing the dog’s mouth lightly, tsking as she did so. “Now, now, none of that,” she said, staying still while the both of them sniffed at her. She had Ceaser’s scent all over her, but after a couple of minutes they were wagging their tails while the blonde scratched behind their ears, “aren’t you two just the cutest damn things ever. Yes you are.” One of them propped his front legs on her bent knees and took the opportunity to lick her face, bringing a laugh from her while she pushed him down lightly, “so friendly.”
Quote:
art is life
