rock n roll,baby.[samantha

[samantha harris.]

samantha&&harris
{i'm not a princess
{this ain't a fairytale
{i'm not the one you take, lead her up the stairwell

••AUDITIONS••

I am Samantha. Embril. Harris. 17years old, thank you very much. –clears throat-Clique?-snort- I’m a rebel, a resister, obviously. What grade? Deary, I don’t do grades. I was born Jan. 1st. I was born ind London! I now live in New York City. Canon.

••HAIRANDMAKEUP••

Samantha has big and outdated long bangs that cover her eyes. Her hair isn’t too long, only to about her elbows or so. It’s a muddy and murky brown, not original at all. Sometimes she dies it black, with a blue tint to it. Her eyes are a pale grey color, and they can be intimidating as much as mesmerizing. Her skin is pale, as she doesn’t like to go out in the sun, but sometimes she ends up with a small tan.

She’s 5’4” and weighs exactly 110 pounds. She has the annoying habit of biting her fingernails, so they’re short and rough, and her fingers are scarred. She has an additional scar on her lower back from falling on glass, and a light one from her mom, who, she doesn’t exactly love. She has a giant dragon tattoo on her back, and when she’s in a two-piece people stare, it makes her feel superior.

••PLAYINGTHECHARACTER••

Samantha still has her ways. She loves fire, intensity, marbles, and dominoes. Did I mention she's excellent at computers and graphics? She kind of is. Andso her strengths are holding back emotions, playing card games, and computer graphics. And she hates those border collies, newspapers, emotional wrecks, non colors, the colorful rainbow, and plenty other. So her weaknesses are dealing with emotional wrecks, but her breezy attitude pulls through. She hates and is terrible at mental challenges, and she has trouble remembering important details in the morning, then they come back later.

Samantha can try to be decent at first, but once she finds the excuse or it sets her off, she’ll lash out. She tends to think violence is the answer, and is always on the edge, and she’s hard to be friendly with. She dreads seeing other happy campers and counselors, and she hates it.

The only person she doesn’t mind would be Madison. She tried to be nice to her, and they categorize it as friendship. Besides the fact that quite a few romances are already going on, she manages to stay single. Does this mean she wants to be single? Not necessarily.

People wonder why she connects with the campers. Unlike her friend, its not obvious. Maybe Madison went through it all, but Samantha did too, in a different way. And in a way is was hard, even for her with her rebellious attitude. She lashes out at people, and she cringes when no one looks. Its hard on her.

Her attitude is automatically resisting and rebellious Some say she’s a juvenile. She calls it Samantha Harris’s Attitude and Big Mouth. When she’s not upset or angry, she can be a crackup. It comes randomly, when you least expect it.

••INTHEAUDIANCE••

Well.
Her mom lost her temper a lot, and often threw Samantha in fits of rage, even wen she was a little baby. Her dad had rn away before she was born, drowned in lies. Maybe thats where she got her sass. Her mom gave her things, deciding that daughters needed time to stay alone and in qarantine to become proper young ladies. She never had any friends, because she grew up in New York City. Stuck in an apartment. She had one pet, and it was a goldfish named Dexter.

Eventually she got sick of it and started lashing out at her mother, and everyone as much as talked to her. The smallest thing sent her into rage, and her mother was eventually scared, and a little loopy. And finally, when Samantha turned 14, she stopped. She lashed less. She insisted she trying to be a "proper young lady", and she was.-Snort.- Until her dad came back and opened his arms to embrace her.

The string of curse words that followed stunned everyone who was in earshot, and anyone who wasn't, well, her cussing drowned them out. She still has her problems, she still lashes out, and always jumps to the worst thing possible. Sometimes she has trouble seeing light, but sometimes she can be very interesting and likeable.

••BACKSTAGE••

I'm M'tay, I know how old i am, people call me anything they want, I've been roleplaying for a long time, I found the site on Blank Pages, and e-mail me or PM me at Blank Pages or any site work on listed there.

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Larissa finished grooming the mare, smiling as she hugged her neck. (Good girl, Poe.) She whispered, loving the sweet mare even more every day. She clicked her tongue and led her out. It was hot, and she was wearing baggy gym shorts, chaps, and a halter top. The top had the U.S flag design, and the pants were a dark blue. She smiled and clicked her tongue, leading her out. The mare was doing excellent and so far could jump p to 4” already. It had been a year since Larissa got bucked off trying to take her over poles. She silently laughed at the thought, pausing to take a sip of water. She loved the stables. She was never pulled in a clique. But that wasn’t her worry. She was popular in school. The leader, the alpha, the rebel.

She led the excited mare down the aisle and buckled her Charles Owen, then gathered her reins and leaped up lightly onto the mare’s comfy back. Today was soooo a bareback day. (Trot, Poe.) She said. She’d lunged the mare somewhat to warm up, and now wanted to get going. Her bare hooves clopped on the cement as they left the yard to the cross-country course. She already planned it out, and she let her long legs hang. Her toes barely went past her stomach. She’d fit her for a while. She smiled to the mare, in a good mood today. Not sharp.

They were trotting up a hill when she clicked her tongue and leaned forward for a canter. The mare snorted and responded happily, gathering herself and then extending out, cantering swiftly and smoothly over the flat terrain. If Larissa’s hair wasn’t pulled back, it would be whipping in her face. She used her knees to prop herself up for an extended canter. They flew over a small bridge, and she barely notice it before laughing. (Hoe, Poe. You don’t wanna burn out yet, do you?) She asked the horse good-naturedly, using her aids to slow her.

(^^the most average post, 339 words. I'll usually get up to 600 at the most.)

••THEPLAYBOOK••

so, this was made by jenny a.k.a slytherdorclaw of blank pages!. this took a while so, as always, don't steal. um, yeah. so that's it, really.