Post by Malia on Dec 29, 2006 14:23:58 GMT -5
Name: Malia Kalani Pelekai
(Pronounced: Mah-Lee-Yah; Kah-Lon-ee; Peh-Leh-Kai)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
School year: Senior
Appearance: Malia has long, black hair which is naturally wavy. She usually keeps her hair down and occasionally straightens it. Her eye color is brown or dark brown, depending on what color she's wearing. Malia stands at 5'5" and weighs about 112 pounds, yep she's naturally skinny but she has a huge appetite and a weakness for chocolate.
Likes/Dislikes:
Her likes: Singing, writing, literature, boys,surfing, boys who surf. fashion, and running.
As for her dislikes: People who take too much pride in themselves, selfishness, fake people, drama, and her dad.
Personality: Malia is pretty much an easy-going person. She's very polite, sometimes forgetful, and somewhat soft-spoke. All you have to do is speak to her to understand what she's like.
History: Malia just moved to Montana from Hawaii. She now lives with her aunt. When Malia was a child, she loved to dance but she stopped ever since her mom died of pneumonia. Malia was 11 at the time. Since then, her dad became an alcoholic and began to abuse her, which left her scarred for life. In secret just to pay off some bills for her father, she began modeling at the age of 14 with the help of her aunt. When her aunt moved to Montana, she took Malia along with her.
Other: She's very much single.
Role-play sample: A brilliant orange light entered the room, spreading its way across the armoire, then the desk, the edge of her bed and then to her eyes. She felt its warmth envelope her slender body which had been uncovered by the comforter for quite some time. She sighed as her heavy eyes blinked open, revealing her deep brown irises encased in the almond shape her eyes had. Getting up, she looked around, same green walls, same window, and the same lime green comforter.
Malia looked slowly at her alarm clock, the numbers were blurry but soon enough they read 7:15. Malia did a double take and got up quickly and began looking around the room for the jeans and t-shirt she had set out the night before. There they were, hanging off the edge of her desk. She quickly slipped the jeans on first, then the shirt. Malia looked back to the clock once more, she had six minutes to go. She then put on her necklace and then her bracelet which perfectly covered the large scar on the back of her wrist. Then she made her way to the bathroom.
"Malia! You want some breakfast before you go?" Her aunt called out. The smell of fried eggs was very tempting, but there wasn't enough time for them. Malia looked out from the bathroom, with the toothbrush in her mouth. She muttered an almost inaudible 'no thanks' and spit the toothpaste out of her mouth. She then grabbed the brush and began brushing her long black tresses quickly. Once finished, she made her way to the door and walked out. Soon enough, she walked back in, grabbed her brown messenger bag and said goodbye to her aunt.
(Pronounced: Mah-Lee-Yah; Kah-Lon-ee; Peh-Leh-Kai)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
School year: Senior
Appearance: Malia has long, black hair which is naturally wavy. She usually keeps her hair down and occasionally straightens it. Her eye color is brown or dark brown, depending on what color she's wearing. Malia stands at 5'5" and weighs about 112 pounds, yep she's naturally skinny but she has a huge appetite and a weakness for chocolate.
Likes/Dislikes:
Her likes: Singing, writing, literature, boys,surfing, boys who surf. fashion, and running.
As for her dislikes: People who take too much pride in themselves, selfishness, fake people, drama, and her dad.
Personality: Malia is pretty much an easy-going person. She's very polite, sometimes forgetful, and somewhat soft-spoke. All you have to do is speak to her to understand what she's like.
History: Malia just moved to Montana from Hawaii. She now lives with her aunt. When Malia was a child, she loved to dance but she stopped ever since her mom died of pneumonia. Malia was 11 at the time. Since then, her dad became an alcoholic and began to abuse her, which left her scarred for life. In secret just to pay off some bills for her father, she began modeling at the age of 14 with the help of her aunt. When her aunt moved to Montana, she took Malia along with her.
Other: She's very much single.
Role-play sample: A brilliant orange light entered the room, spreading its way across the armoire, then the desk, the edge of her bed and then to her eyes. She felt its warmth envelope her slender body which had been uncovered by the comforter for quite some time. She sighed as her heavy eyes blinked open, revealing her deep brown irises encased in the almond shape her eyes had. Getting up, she looked around, same green walls, same window, and the same lime green comforter.
Malia looked slowly at her alarm clock, the numbers were blurry but soon enough they read 7:15. Malia did a double take and got up quickly and began looking around the room for the jeans and t-shirt she had set out the night before. There they were, hanging off the edge of her desk. She quickly slipped the jeans on first, then the shirt. Malia looked back to the clock once more, she had six minutes to go. She then put on her necklace and then her bracelet which perfectly covered the large scar on the back of her wrist. Then she made her way to the bathroom.
"Malia! You want some breakfast before you go?" Her aunt called out. The smell of fried eggs was very tempting, but there wasn't enough time for them. Malia looked out from the bathroom, with the toothbrush in her mouth. She muttered an almost inaudible 'no thanks' and spit the toothpaste out of her mouth. She then grabbed the brush and began brushing her long black tresses quickly. Once finished, she made her way to the door and walked out. Soon enough, she walked back in, grabbed her brown messenger bag and said goodbye to her aunt.