Post by Ruth Goldberg on Jun 26, 2010 18:08:42 GMT -5
[/color][/font]GOOD DAY! RUTH GOLDBERG present.
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o u t o f c h a r a c t e r
[/font][/color]Hello, I am SADY. I have been RPGing for 2-3 years.
Other characters that I play are NONE.
If you need to contact me, please PM me at sady.
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i n c h a r a c t e r
name: Ruth Goldberg
nicknames: N/A
age: 19
occupation: student
t h e l o o k s
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hair: blonde, chin-length, wavy/curly
eyes: color and shape
build: 5'6" ; average weight ; buxom
distinguishing features: N/A
face claim: Marilyn Monroe
t h e p e r s o n a l i t y
likes: flowers ; asters ; fresh fruits ; snow ; dancing ; music ; money ; books ; having fun ; the feeling of the sun in the summer ; being blonde ; school ; the warm feeling after solving a hard equation ; Albert Einstein and Louis Pasteur ; taking long baths ; kisses ; the moment just before dawn when the sky is still dark ; long, hot baths ; the law ; elegant dresses ; extravagant parties ; her aunt ; running ; F. Scott Fitzgerald
dislikes: her father and step-mother ; the dark ; bugs ; pain ; being heartbroken ; sexism ; being scared ; carefree people ; fighting/war ; traveling ; Sigmund Freud ; blood
strengths: compassion, gentle nature, willingness, determination, imagination
weaknesses: stubborn, secretive, naive, rebellious, slightly narcissistic, shy
overall personality:Ruth comes off as headstrong and flashy from a distance; but when a conversation strikes up, it is clear she is just a shy gal. It takes a while for her to warm up to anyone, and even then she will hold a person at arm's length. Only to the ones she feels she can trust wholey, are the ones who truly know her.
She is a scientist at heart. Everything is a mystery to her, that is, until she investigates it thoroughly. She blames her scientific mind-set on her father, who was a skilled chemist until he met Alice. She resents Alice for many reasons, but this is the major reason. She is very stubborn and has an iron will. What she puts on her mind, she gives it her all to accomplish that task.
Being raised in a small town where everyone knew everyone and observed the prohibition severely, she is timid in large crowds and is very naive to what can happen in the big city.
t h e h i s t o r y
parents: Charles Goldberg (father)
Helen Goldberg (mother) - deceased
Alice Goldberg (step-mother)
siblings: Richard (younger half-brother)
other significant people: Margaret Clarke (aunt ; Helen Goldberg's sister)
hometown: Augusta, Maine (born) ; Ferdinand, Indiana (raised)
history: Charles Goldberg had set on his heart to marry for love, and he did. Helen was a sickly woman, but still had a strong personality that gave Charles the will to do anything he set his mind to. But during the birth of their first and only child, Ruth, Helen passed away. Charles had no experience with children and was unwilling to learn or hire on someone, so he sent Ruth off to live with her aunt, Margaret Clarke, in Ferdinand, Indiana.
It wasn't until Ruth was seven, did she see her father again. She lived with her father for a year before he sent her back to Margaret, for he was about to marry once more. Alice Parker wasn't a very kind woman, but had agreed to marry Charles because he knew Ruth needed a mother if she was to stay. But Alice soon gave birth to Richard, which drew all attention from Ruth.
She lived with her aunt until she was eighteen years old. Ruth lived a very calm life with her aunt. She got what she needed, nothing more. Ruth developed into a shy, but compassionate girl who questioned the world and sought answers to those questions.
She spent a year at a small woman's college before searching for something bigger to further her education. For Ruth's nineteenth birthday, her Aunt Margaret sent Ruth away to the University of St. Louis to become who she wanted to be.
a l i t t l e m o r e
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RPG sample:
The small flakes of snow trickled down, intermingling with my lengthy tresses. Zlatan. The name coursed through my mind, clearing away all other thoughts. When I had been taken from my house, willingly turned into what I am now. I still got headaches from trying to remember anything from before that point in my life; the last six months clear as a video replaying within, anything before is all a blur with no distinction. The only thing I remember from those eighteen or so years is how old I am. Nothing else matters, nothing else stuck out. In a way, it was frustrating, but welcome at the same time. I didn't have to worry about thinking and dwelling on the past, for the future was all I could see, the only thing in front of my face. The cold breeze lifted the droplets of ivory powder off my face, and onto the ground. That was how humans were. They are on the earth for such a short time, only to be lifted off and placed on the ground, dead. How depressing life was. Thankfully, I, Zlatan, was an immortal being. I could never die, even if I had the deepest desire to perish. It was a blessing and a curse in one.
Facing the bitter wind, I tread to a small shack, housing two tables with two chairs at each. On the sides, two chairs stood off, waiting to be used. Walking to the counter where it was assumed you ordered food items, a cheery smile met me. This woman was mortal, and handsome at that. Her blond hair curled in all the right places, her vibrant crimson lipstick accentuating the fullness of her lower lip, the faint trace of baby fat still left in her cheeks. She definitely could be of some use, if not for a quick meal. Flashing her a quick grin, I left her to ponder about me while I checked the menu. Taking a seat, I finally noticed how empty the room was. Only half of it had tables, the other half cleared of everything. Scenting the air, it was made known that there was definitely another immortal near, if not behind the counter. Too engaged in my thoughts, the high-pitched and cheery voice of the waitress startled me into knocking over the container of salt. Its contents spilled out slightly, mimicking hers and my embarrassment. She giggled lightly, sending her yellow ringlets to slide past her face. I stood, backing outside the door, small chuckles escaping every few seconds. It was to be a memory, and nothing more.
I made my way back to the inn where I started, climbing up the few icy steps into the warmth offered from the indoors. At once, the perfume of another vampire slithered inside my nostrils, making its way towards my brain. She was close. I strode to the closed doors of the elevator. I waited for the cart to move back down, then clambered into the bulky contraption. Up I rose, stopping on the floor where the innkeeper instructed me to my room. Up ahead, a woman was wandering along the hall, seemingly drifting about. It hit me then, she was in front of my room! Keeping my head down in fear, I tried to shuffle past her in the narrow hallway, but could not help but bump roughly into her. A slight tingle rode up my arm, though I was wearing thick sleeves. I mumbled a quick sorry, but tried to rush with the encounter.
I knew it was a mistake when I looked up, for her emerald gems drew me in at first glance. Every time I was found near a pretty woman, my mind went blank, just as it had in the tiny diner. I lost most ability to speak, mostly in fear of embarrassing myself further than usual. Every trait of hers was perfect, though too much for a mortal. She must have been the immortal I traced from outside, for the scent of the unnatural was emanating from her. It was comforting to know that one so very like me was so close, yet unsettling in the fact that anything could happen. Clearing my throat, a muffled greeting came out. "Hello."
Facing the bitter wind, I tread to a small shack, housing two tables with two chairs at each. On the sides, two chairs stood off, waiting to be used. Walking to the counter where it was assumed you ordered food items, a cheery smile met me. This woman was mortal, and handsome at that. Her blond hair curled in all the right places, her vibrant crimson lipstick accentuating the fullness of her lower lip, the faint trace of baby fat still left in her cheeks. She definitely could be of some use, if not for a quick meal. Flashing her a quick grin, I left her to ponder about me while I checked the menu. Taking a seat, I finally noticed how empty the room was. Only half of it had tables, the other half cleared of everything. Scenting the air, it was made known that there was definitely another immortal near, if not behind the counter. Too engaged in my thoughts, the high-pitched and cheery voice of the waitress startled me into knocking over the container of salt. Its contents spilled out slightly, mimicking hers and my embarrassment. She giggled lightly, sending her yellow ringlets to slide past her face. I stood, backing outside the door, small chuckles escaping every few seconds. It was to be a memory, and nothing more.
I made my way back to the inn where I started, climbing up the few icy steps into the warmth offered from the indoors. At once, the perfume of another vampire slithered inside my nostrils, making its way towards my brain. She was close. I strode to the closed doors of the elevator. I waited for the cart to move back down, then clambered into the bulky contraption. Up I rose, stopping on the floor where the innkeeper instructed me to my room. Up ahead, a woman was wandering along the hall, seemingly drifting about. It hit me then, she was in front of my room! Keeping my head down in fear, I tried to shuffle past her in the narrow hallway, but could not help but bump roughly into her. A slight tingle rode up my arm, though I was wearing thick sleeves. I mumbled a quick sorry, but tried to rush with the encounter.
I knew it was a mistake when I looked up, for her emerald gems drew me in at first glance. Every time I was found near a pretty woman, my mind went blank, just as it had in the tiny diner. I lost most ability to speak, mostly in fear of embarrassing myself further than usual. Every trait of hers was perfect, though too much for a mortal. She must have been the immortal I traced from outside, for the scent of the unnatural was emanating from her. It was comforting to know that one so very like me was so close, yet unsettling in the fact that anything could happen. Clearing my throat, a muffled greeting came out. "Hello."
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