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sinclair marie moore

Posted: Nov 4 2009, 12:03 AM

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I GET IT, YOU'RE AN OUTCAST
SINCLAIR MARIE MOORE

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YOU NEED A SHOTGUN BLAST, A KICK IN THE ASS

CHARACTER FULL NAME: sinclair marie moore
NICKNAME(S): sin but she prefers her full name.
AGE: twenty-six, 1981
D.O.B: august 14th
P.O.B: columbia, south carolina
OCCUPATION: journalist
MODE OF TRANSPORT: 2008 toyota camry hybrid

SLIPPED DOWN, COULDN'T GET MUCH LOWER

PERSONALITY: Cold is what she is often described as, but she would not quite stretch to such length to explain her personality. Her cares seem nonexistent, a smile never once gracing her lips, nor a hint of pure humor dancing across her eyes. Rather, she has a tendency to ignore, her words streaming into sentences that are cruel yet spoken with such nonchalance that other possible meanings are depicted from it. The effect of her words, whether they be a smile or tears, will never really unfold some sort of reaction. While people may do whatever the hell they can to avoid awakening the raging temper inside Sinclair, it's only inevitable and the reaction will be immediate. When she gets anger she fumes, shouts, yells, shoves anything in her way, and is downright unpleasant to be around. It's like someone flips a switch and she goes from being a fun girl to be around to your worst nightmare.

People must understand that the nature of Sinclair Moore was not implemented by herself. Sometimes she'll be 'nice,' but that is a rare occasion. Ignorance is an absolutely hated quality that Sinclair finds most irritating. If you are filled with ignorance, then there is no point in existence according to Sinclair. It is like living a life of stupid statements and poorly illustrated points that lead you nowhere productive in life. She will correct you, she will blatantly point out those statements, and she will most likely embarrass you without a single hint of regret nor pleasure. She knows what she wants, and will work hard to get it. Failure has never been an option, which is why anything and everything she's ever wanted has been fought tooth and nail for. The accomplishment that comes with getting something you worked for is better than any other feeling a person can get. She keeps her grades around at least an average, sometimes higher, but never lower. Pushing herself is something that she does quickly and easily, and usually ends up working herself to exhaustion. If it's not done when she can't move anymore, then she'll start up again as soon as movement returns.

Sinclair is often found, assuming the role of the leader and taking responsibility. It's something she absolutely adores and hopes to someday make something out of her life. She enjoys being bathed in compliments and many consider her a narcissist. However, she never lets this part of her personality show around strangers. It takes time for her to get comfortable around people, mostly girls, they can be rather harsh. She is easily a good friend. The kind of fiercely loyal friend, who will hate someone just because her friend hates them. Sometimes she can be overprotective and overbearing. All she really wants is to be loved and cared for just like everyone else.

APPEARANCE:
height & weight ; Sinclair is much taller than the average woman with a height of 5�8� this only enhances her abilities at intimidation. She keeps a toned, slender body but of course it has its curves that shows off her natural beauty. With a healthy 134 lbs, she tries to keep her weight balanced while exercising. She feels no need to change her body and is happy with the way she presents herself.

hair ; A long curtain of waving blonde hair casts an ominous shadow down her back. Sinclair takes pride in her hair and keeps it as natural looking as possible. She is almost the spitting image of her mother and the two share the same golden blonde hair color, with light and dark highlights. It is always well kept but without much effort.

eyes ; Steel grey eyes cast such cool glances that one would cringe at the sight, or otherwise she would go unnoticed. Her eye shape would be considered almond-shaped just like her mothers with long, three- dimensional eyelashes. Her eyes naturally change color from grey to a soft blue and they really compliment her appearance. Behind these sets of eyes lie mysteries that one could never predict.

facial features ; She has a very soft and bitter looking complexion. Her face resembles one of coldness and beauty without many blemishes and could almost be considered flawless.. Her high cheekbones are just another trait that she loves to have. Usually, her cheeks hold a special blush to them. With defined cheekbones and a heart shape face, Sinclair is considered a beautiful woman.

distinguishing features ; Over the years Sinclair has come to meet her fair share of scars. There is one just above her elbow from when she burnt herself in a fire and there are many around her body from training over the years. However, there are no tattoos but she has both of her ears pierced that she decorates neatly with gorgeous jewelry. Like most people she does have a birthmark and hers is the average size down the middle of her back.

style ; Sinclair�s style is her own and wouldn�t change it for anyone. Her attire usually consists of formal or casual wear nothing more but some less. Everyone likes to slack off with what they wear at times and she is no different. Fashion is nothing she focuses much on for there are more important things in life, like working and raising a family. However, she manages to keep track of the latest trends and form

PLAY-BY: amber heard

WHEN YOU GONNA WAKE UP AND FIGHT?

MOTHER: Desirae Moore - 52, interior designer
FATHER: Maxwell Moore - 54, lawyer
SIBLINGS: Chace Moore - 29, missing
PETS: none

HISTORY: South Carolina, the palmetto state and the heart of the south. On August 14th, the world welcomed Sinclair Moore to Desirae and Maxwell Moore. They were filled with joy to hold their second child and beautiful baby girl. They had always wanted a daughter and after their son was born, they decided to try again and have two children. Now Chace had someone to look over and protect. The family lived in Columbia, South Carolina, in a townhome just outside of the University. The community was great to grow up in and Sinclair was provided many opportunities as a child. The two Moore children were enrolled into elementary school, Sinclair in first and Chace in third. They excelled in school with their high and low points. Sinclair wasn't particularly strong in science in math but loved english and history. After they both got out of elementary school, Maxwell bought the family a maltese puppy named Felix. Everything was wonderful.

Once the children were out of elementary school, Desirae Moore went back to school to fulfill her dream in interior designing. She got a job and now both of the parents were working. Sinclair was now thirteen and Chace was sixteen. Sadly, their dog Felix ran away in the night without a sign of ever returning, saddening really. A few years passed, the family was having trouble still connecting to one another. Sinclair's mother was suspicious of her father, feeling as if he was having an affair. Now that Sinclair was in high school she was opened to a whole new world. Sinclair hit a downfall in high school, meeting new people and trying many new things, like parties and welcoming alcohol into her life. No to mention her brother Chace was fairly popular, so she became some what like a socialite. Sooner or later these bad habits would have to be broken. Within the next year, her parents received a divorce, Chace went off to college and her father moved to Texas. So much happened when the blonde bombshell entered her Senior year.

She brought most of her grades up, graduating with high marks and enrolling into a widely know journalism school. Sinclair took many classes, had a part-time job and dealt with the pain she feels from time to time. Over the years of college she made many friends and even had a few boyfriends. She hadn't seen her father in years, until one day he showed up at her apartment with bad news, Chace was missing. The twenty-three year old, mechanic was no where to be found, where could he be? The real story is he was possessed by a demon and stolen into the night. The Moore's still haven't heard from their son, and brother.

The young woman is now twenty-six years old, barely talking to her parents and still looking for her brother. Her personality has hardened over the years, allowing the harsher side of her to shine. She still owns an apartment in South Carolina, however she is barely around anymore to even set foot in the place. Traveling from one place to another, in her car was exciting. Sinclair hasn't given up on the thought of him still being out there. Thankfully, her job involves traveling from place to place seeking out new and interesting stories. The life of a journalist was bliss.

THE DARKEST HOUR NEVER COMES IN THE NIGHT

YOUR NAME: summer
AGE: 15
GENDER: female
YEARS-ROLEPLAYING: almost 3
OTHER CHARACTERS: none

ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

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A dim light streamed through the window from which she placed herself upon the sill. It surely was the sun and its precious light. The window was carved in an arching formation from the pale stone of the old wall. The library was a very peaceful place, so pretty in it's own way. Aurora managed to appreciate the subtle art of the library, so neatly constructed into perfection with the little chips and bruises of years so carefully displayed. Of course there were the books that had been collected over the years but the library itself was a masterpiece. The sunlight streamed in and cast a beautiful shadow about the ground at her feet, and she allowed her eyes to flittered towards the other side of the window where the other inhabitants of the world spent their long afternoons under the high sun, although there was nothing particularly enjoyable about the sun�s natural calmness nor the warm atmosphere. Aurora did not pertain to any preference in regards to the weather, it always seemed to change. Gladly, she did not waste most of her life trapped indoors and enjoyed the weather every once in a while. The sunlight had also ran down her arm, noting her flaws and very pale skin, Aurora had no care in the world about her appearance, but she could tan. Aurora Fehr didn't have a purpose as to why she was there. No, she was simply there, biding her time. With delicate fingers she opened the book that she so carefully picked out. After a good thirty minutes of searching for something interesting, this book had decided to make it's way into her hands. Her hair was wrapped neatly in a single braid and hung over her shoulder. It was a rare occassion to find Ms. Fehr like this all by herself. She was usually with friends, working or even with a classmate from when she went to University. That school just wasn't for her. She leaned her head back and enjoyed the view of the grounds. Resting atop the sill might have been deemed dangerous, for she was two floors higher than the ground and a simple slip would cause permanent damage if not death. Danger was nothing she took into consideration, either. Aurora embraced this moment like everyone. There was a hint of danger in her action but enough for her to feel safe at the same time. With a crooked smile, she glanced down at her book and read a few lines.

She flipped a page of the book, just thinking about this and that. Nothing ever really lingered within her mind unless it was something she deemed important - a rare occurrence, for sure. There was nothing ever worth her time unless there was some beneficial value to herself and herself only. Reading this book would be pointless to most people but it was the only thing keeping her company. It was 11:00, 2 hours until her photoshoot was supposed to happen and of course no one was here. Perhaps, she enjoyed arriving early to avoid people? There was no way of telling why she liked to be so early too everything. She never thought much about the people around her, finding that she would either never speak to them or become complete best friend with them. Social life worked a weird way. Her plans for the future remained hidden behind a cloud of uncertainty, relationships and friendships always seemed to keep chaning, god so much change. It was strange to think a few years ago at this time she was dating the most gorgeous guy she had ever met, Travis Nichols, but she wasn't over him. This she made absolutely blatant, and yet she was often disturbed by others who remained either ignorant of her wishes or simply believed they were bold enough to make an attempt. Aurora would not consider herself a particularly scary person, but she did long for simple peace - something that seemed quite difficult to obtain, butr this place was somewhere she could get that. There were two sides to this girl, not literally but she felt as if it were like that. When she was alone she could think the most cruel things and yet the most peaceful. Around other students and adults she was a very bubbly and free-spirited child. It was interesting to say the least. Solitude is bliss. It was a phrase that Aurora often stuck to, yet it was one that ninety percent of the human population could not understand nor accept. Aurora Fehr was like a different species. It was well known to others that she was very social but was able to be a step above pariah, she did not care about the troubles of others, and at times preferred to be alone. With that being said, however, she felt the abnormally silent presence of another looming about her. She did not acknowledge him or her straight away, for that would not save her from confrontation but rather provoke one.

Just another passing scholar that was eager to learn. First impressions usually told alot about people and others, not so much. Aurora glanced at him quickly but then tossed her attention back to her book. She sighed, tired of reading the book already, what was it about anyway? After a few moments of simply sitting there in silence, fiddling around with her book and listening to the quiet buzz of people in a nearby room, she ceased her fiddling and looked up. Grasping both sides of the wall, she hoisted herself up from her seated position and now stood on the sill of the window, nose nearly grazing the glass. She put her hand to the glass, feel the smooth coldness of it against her palm. Looking around to ensure that nobody else was around. Then, without warning, she stepped back a small ways and was forced to jump down. There was a bit of adrenaline rush once she had both feet on the floor. Oh, how grand it was to be young. Aurora turned and took a few steps before tossing her book near a stack of them on the floor. "Hmm," she mumbled to herself. What was there to do now? She checked her phone eagerly, wanting the shoot to start now.

THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DEAN. DON'T STEAL IT. LYRICS ARE FROM
SOUND OF MADNESS BY SHINEDOWN. REMOVE THIS CREDIT AND I'LL
EAT YOUR CHILDREN, AND ALL OF THEIR FRIENDS. YEAH.

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