Post by Astrid Lundquist on May 14, 2011 17:29:00 GMT -5
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Astrid Lundquist[/center]
name: Astrid Lundquist
origination: Greenland
age: 16
grade: Junior
social class: Royalty
positive traits:
- Caring
- Happy
- Friendly
- Loyal
- Quiet
negative traits:
- Hard-headed
- Gullible
- Standoffish
- Spacey
- Shy
likes:
[li] Nature
[/li][li] Snow
[/li][li] Animals
[/li][li] Sweets/Chocolates
[/li][li] Sledding[/li][/ul]
dislikes:
- Arrogance
- Rudeness
- Being treated like a child
- People bringing their problems to her
- Heat
history:
Astrid was born to a wealthy family that lived in Nuuk, the capital of Greenland. Though, her parents were always away so she was used to being alone. This only meant, that when her parents returned, Astrid would be spoiled until her heart's content. To show her appreciation, she worked hard in school and was at the top of her class.
Her parents wanted what was best for her and opted that she should apply for Victorious. Astrid didn’t want to disappoint her family, so she did. Then the waiting game began. For months she waited for some sort of reply. Astrid was beginning to believe the school hadn’t received her application at all. She had just given up when a maid presented her with a letter one afternoon. She was ecstatic! Racing out of her room, Astrid flew into her father’s study to show him the letter. The next thing she knew, she was on the way to England.
sample post:
Astrid watched everyone else from the corner of her eye. A few were conversing while others laughed. She wished she could join them, though every time Astrid tried, they laughed at her. They told her she was different, that no one even noticed when she came over. Astrid looked out the window, bringing her legs up to her chest. What was wrong with her? Was it the way she dressed? Maybe it was her hair? The girl ran a hand through her silverish locks, gripping the ends and studying it. This only caused her to frown. She was beginning not to like this place.
Pulling out a pencil and a sketchbook from her bag that lay next to her, Astrid began to draw. She could hear obnoxious laughter in the background, but that didn’t bother her. Suddenly, a boy fell into her lap, causing her sketchbook to fly and her face to turn a bright red. He laughed lightly, “Heh, hey there pretty.” He reeked of alcohol. Pushing the drunken boy up, she gathered her things and left quickly. This was the very reason why Astrid liked to stay secluded. “Morons...” she mumbled as she made her way down the hall.
Normally she was very friendly, but there was no way she could be that way around idiots like that. She came here to make friends and was left with the sullen reason as to why she shouldn’t. Maybe there was one person here that would change her mind?
Hi my name is Emily and i'm 18 years old! I have been roleplaying since I was fourteen and I can't wait to join this roleplay! I will try to be awesomely active here. Oh! And I’m part Norwegian and Danish !
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