Post by Tash on Sept 21, 2006 18:22:12 GMT -5
I N V E N T Y O U R S E LF;;
don'tchangeyourways
don'tchangeyourways
Natasha Leigh Ashadar. Call her Tash or she'll hurt you.
Age:
Seventeen, going on eighteen. ...dhurr.
Gender:
Female. Uh oh?
Height:
5'4. Notamidget, kthx.
Weight:
105.
Personality:
Tash. Oy.
Your first impression of her is probably going to be something aong the lines of, 'What a sarcastic, antisocial freak.'
Don't deny it. I know you're that mean. Tash knows it, too. And any doubts she might have had about people were cleared up after the first few weeks she had to deal with normal people. Her family not exactly being what you'd call normal.
Anyway, Tash dislikes people; she closes herself off, not talking much to anybody, lest they find a sign of weakness and take advantage of her. She's quite a smart...arse, with a sarcastic comment for every occasion, and is fond of the phrase, "You're the only one who's paying attention" in response to self-centered comments.
Violence is one of her many issues. If people insult her or are nasty in general, she'll punch them. She's much stronger than she looks. ...erm, also, she's familiar with gangs, but not in the traditional sense.
She's also prone to staring off into space for long periods of time, contemplating intellectual topics such as why the hell anybody would do the stupid things they seem to be doing all the time.
All in all, a guarded, angry-type girl who spends too much time doodling and wondering what the point of idiots is.
She alse gets quite random food cravings. Wherever she is, everything must be dropped so that she can go get something to eat. Or she'll die. Or so she says.
History:
Tash was born and raised in St. Louis by her mafia-affiliated father. Her mum had died giving birth to her. Tash's dad took this in stride and let his baby girl grow up used to her daddy's job. She always seemed to unnerve the gangsters that stopped by the home frequently with her slightly disturbing knowledge of their plots, smiling sweetly and holding a doll as she asked if Ramirez was recovering from that bullet wound or if Ahke was out of jail yet. She learned to fight, first as self-defense, then as a hobby. She's a blackbelt in Tai Kwan Do, and is rather good with kickboxing and street-fighting as well.
When her father was arrested for reasons not even Tash is aware of as yet, she was sent off to boarding school by an aunt who couldn't think of much else to do with her.
Picture:
Person in Picture:
Random..?
Schedule:
1st: Chemistry
2nd: Algebra
3rd: English
4th: Art
5th: TAP
6th: Lunch/Free Period
7th: History
8th: Volleyball
9th: Phys Ed
Post sample:
Tash didn't like fish, no siree. She had seen Jaws in second grade, as part of her dad's 'homeschool' science curriculum. What it had taught her, she still failed to understand, but the fear of swimming things that could breathe underwater was permanently imprinted in her mind.
She wished they'd let her take Regan into this place. Then again, the big dalmatian would probably try and eat the exhibits. ...though that may have been the idea in the beginning.
Brushing a wisp of black hair from her hazel eyes, Tash sighed, leaning against the glass that separated her from thousands of gallons of water containing possibly ravenous ocean-dwellers. It seemed terribly thin, like her weight could be enough to break it.
She switched to leaning against the thankfully solid opposite wall.
Why was this so obviously ichthyophobic((fear of fish)) girl inside an aquarium, you may ask? For one, it was quiet in here. She didn't have to listen to the gossip or the lies that ran from peoples' mouths like cheap sangria on its return trip. Nobody bothered her here, either. They didn't talk to her much anyway, but the mere presence of most people was enough to set her on edge. They were worse to be around than the fish.
Tash sighed now, sliding down the wall to a sitting position. She could happily stay here all day, if the sharks didn't start eyeing her even more hungrily than they already were.[/sup][/color][/ul]
