Post by Emily Ann Roberts on Mar 2, 2012 23:46:35 GMT -5
Emily Ann Roberts
get ready for a wild ride
better take your time baby
get back to the basics.
Nickname: Em
Age: 24, June 20th
Nationality: Irish
Gender: female
Sexuality: Straight.
Status: Single
Student or adult: Adult
Face Claim: Lindsey Stirling
Extra Appearence: n/a
make a good impression
Personality is Key
[character name] Likes
At least 5
- Violin
- Hip-Hop Music
- Jazz
- Classic Rock
- Dancing
- Kids
- Staying Active
- Converse
- Her own Unique style
[character name] Dislikes
at least 5
- Being part of the Crowd
- When she has to be the "bad guy"
- Rap isn't her favorite music...
- Getting bossed around
- Slackers
- Cold Weather
- Haters
- Kids that cause trouble 24/7
Goals
At least 3
- Become a highly regarded violin player
- Professional-level before she turns thirty
- Become on good terms with all her students
Fears
At least 3
- Breaking Something
- Heights
- Small Spaces
- Becoming Lazy
Secrets
at least 2
- Wants a relationship
- Enjoys harrassing students (smart allic-y way only)
Strengths
At least 3
- Violin
- Dancing
- Social
- Performing
Weaknesses
At least 3
- Hopeless Romantic
- Staying still
- Hyper-active
Quirks
At least 3
- Her legwarmers and vans/converse
- Always is tapping her foot or fingers
- Can loose interest in something easily
Attractions
At least 3
- Men who can play an instrument, WELL
- People who aren't afraid to express themselves
- Honesty
- The color maroon
Overall Personality
Please list at least 5 personality traits and explain how they would be seen in your character
- Hyper-Active Emily is always moving somehow. If there is a lack of sound, she will start tapping her foot or humming to get some noise. She hates complete silence. She can also hold a conversation about nothing for around three hours. She is a very social and interactive person.
- Child She is a teenager in a twenty year old body. She has a very unique way of showing off and has the attention span of a five year old. Her clothing usually consists of graphic shirts and skirts. She never has on what is the normal attire for a female teacher. She can be quite sarcastic and smart allic like if a student talks back to her. She rolls her eyes and sways her hips just as well as anyone else in this school.
- Creative Finding a way to play the violin and dance...at the same time? How is that not creative. She takes songs, arranges them herself and plays and dances simultaneously. Plus she comes up with her outfits and hair herself. She is a bright individual.
- ADHD So, this women looses interest in things quite easily actually. If she's not interested in it, she will move on to the next thing on her list of things to do. Her parents find it amazing that she stuck with the violin for as long as she has. Em can switch subjects faster than you can say dance.
- Sarastic Emily finds that the only way to deal with teenagers is to be highly sarcastic back to them. Fight fire with fire she says. She actually goes pretty far, probably a little too far sometimes depending on the situation, but that's just how she is. She can get quite a bite in her voice when dealing with disrespectful teenagers though.
keep moving foreward
history shapes our future.
Place of Residence:L.A.
Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland
Father's Name:Petar Roberts
Mother's Name: Katrina Roberts
Siblings: only child
History: 2-3 paragraphs
Emily was born to Petar and Katrina Roberts on June twentith in Dublin, Ireland. As a child, when she would start something, she quickly lost interest in it. Her parents just thought that all children did that and kind of blew it off as nothing. However, she was diagnosed with ADHD at age seven and she was put on meds for it. Soon after that, he mother made her take dance lessons, as well as music lessons. She got to choose the instrument though and chose the violin because it sounded cool. Dance and music were the only things she was able to stick to. Her parents were so happy, but kind of ignored her after that. They had jobs and other things to worry about as well, like their jobs.
In school, she was always the kid to get kicked out of class for acting out and talking so much, never being able to stay quiet for more than fifteen minutes at a time. However, once she got into that "older" age, she began to quiet down quite a bit acutally. Very sarcastic she became though. However, in secondary school, she decided that she wanted to become a teacher for music or dance. This is the time when she began to figure out how to combine the two. She broke many strings, but it paid off in the end. After about seven years of nothing but practice, she's pretty much mastered her own art. In Ireland at the age of seventeen, she went around performing this new style that she had come up with on her own. Soon after her high school career ended, she went on to college in the United States.
After getting through college, she became a teacher at Hollywood Arts and loves it here. There are a few students that she well, doesn't exactly favor, but overall, the expirence here has been delightful and loves to teach here. She would really like to teach violin students how to do what she does though. If more people learned how to do it, then it would make her feel like she's accomplished something truely amazing in her lifetime.
better have looks or brains
everything else is trivial.
C-Box Name:Kayla
Other Characters:n/a.
Roleplay Sample: Kat got out of the shower, still depressed about what she had found, or rather not found, in her room, this morning. She tied her wet hair back in a pony tail back and grabbed the closest clothes that were next to her. White shorts and an owl tank top. She quickly dressed and went to sit on her bed. She slipped on knee-high, gray socks. She then added some jewlery just in case she had to go out, and a maroon-esque colored hoodie to her ensemble. She sighed as she walked across her floor rather slowly and opened the door to the hallway. She looked left, then right, and then left once again. She bowed her head in shame and went back in her room, accidentally leaving the door a little cracked without noticing it. Besides, she was to much in a sad mood to notice the still open door.
She went in the kitchen and saw the remains of the night before. The cup in the sink, the beer cans, and the snacks. She began to find tears in her eyes and left the room to go get the other snacks from her bed room. She picked up the brown paperbag that had been filled with popcorn and brough it back to the kitchen to be thrown in the trash. She then went to her sink to clean out some of the dishes that had been used yesterday, for she didn't like dishwashers because they left crap behind on dishes. She slowly slipped the dishes back into the spots in which they belonged and went to sit at the table. She reached for the breakfast bars in the middle of the table and pulled out two. They were just chocolate chip ones, but after the first bite, she instantly felt sick, so she stopped, put the unopened one in the box and the opened one in the trash.
Katherine walked over to her medicine cabinet and took two pain killers to try and calm her headache down quite a bit. She went back to sit at the kitchen table, still a little wobbly from last night. Never more than one can of beer again for her. She wasn't sure when the last time she had drank that much alcohol in such a short period of time. She set her head on the table and closed her eyes. She just wanted to be held right now. Actually, scratch that. She just really wanted to be alone to think about her actions. She thought that the way she acted, she didn't deserve to be around the rest of the population. She wanted to turn in a resignation letter for being Stu-Co president after being up five minutes. She looked around the building, even went up to see if he was in his room. No where to be found.
Kat let out a rather large and over-dramaticizied sigh and picked up her head. She checked her phone once again. Still nothing. She shook her head and went back to lay down in her bed. However, she just curled up into a ball and sulked. Not even with a before hand sniffle or anything. She didn't want to be here anymore. She wanted to be at home with her mother and father. She wished she had her three older brothers around her, trying to make her feel better as they did for so many years. She looked up and wiped away her tears to see that the VCR was still on from last night. She crawled on her bed to turn it off. She picked up the movie case, looked at it for quite a while, and threw it against her wall.
She went back out to the kitchen and wiped off her face with a nearby towel. She got out some orange juice and tried to slow down her breathing. Well, it worked, but not a lot. She still sounded as if she was hyperventilating or something. She paced her whole dorm, trying to figure out what she would do now. Suddenly, she plopped down in the middle of the floor. She took in several deep breaths before her breathing went back to almost normal and she layed down, looking up at the ceiling. She could feel the tears slipping back down on her cheeks, falling to the carpeted floor that she was laying on. She decided that she would just lay here the rest of her life. There was no way of her ever getting as heartbroken ever again now, right?
Quote: art is life.
