KENT, marissa alice

[Marissa Kent]

[/i]e Sandman's coming in his train of cars[/size]

* OOC Info*

Name : Elizabeth, but you can call me ZeeZee.
Age : 13 stfudavieandamay
Experience : Since... like.... October of last year? Not sure.
Characters : just riss?!

---------*---------

With moonbeam windows

Name : Marissa Alice Kent
Age : 14
D.O.B : February 8th
Playby : Sai Bennett
Occupation/Grade : Freshmen

And with wheels of stars *

[/size]

[li] Rissa is one of rare beauty, that much can not be denied. She has a small, pug-like nose which turns up at the end. Her lips are full and pouty. She stares out at the world through rich brown eyes. Set above those eyes are delicately arched eyebrows that start thick and thin out, the way eyebrows should.

[/li][li] Rissa stands at 5' 7'', tall for her age. She is fairly thin, weighing in around 134 lbs, and she has been known to cut back on her meals to stay that way. Her fine brunette hair cascades over her shoulders, ending just above the hollow of her back. It is naturally curly, and kept sleek and shiny with continuous rinsing and conditioning. Her skin is fair, but she can tan when she wants to. Rissa doesn't have much of a bust, but she makes up for it with curvy hips. She likes to wear fitted clothing to accentuate her features, and short shorts to show off her legs.[/size][/blockquote]

So hush you little ones and have no fear

Likes : bossing people around, making people cry, mascara, boys (the gorgeous kind. others are just ew), Robert Downey Jr., romantic comedies, popularity, having fans, coffee, low-fat cheese, skipping meals, pop music
Dislikes : school, nerds, posers, eating, fatsos, emos, scene kids, ... pretty much everybody, action films, horror films, sci-fi films, heavy metal, teachers, the principal, being told what to do
Habits : falling asleep in class, rolling her eyes when someone other than her is speaking, tapping whatever she can, fiddling with her jewelry, biting the insides of her cheeks, picking at her cuticles
Flaws : conceited, abrasive, defensive, cruel, selfish, lazy, dishonest
Pet Peeves : people who pretend to be something they're not, scene kids (like seriously? grow up already.), adults that try to be "cool"
Strengths : reducing people to tears, attracting the opposite sex, charming parents, pressuring people into things, arguing
Weaknesses : anything academic, sports, getting close to people, making real friends, controlling her temper

[/li][li] If you haven't picked up on the fact already, Rissa's a little... well... rough around the edges. Okay, understatement of the century. She's pretty much a bitch. But you'd be too, if you grew up with her sisters. Leading science suggests two reasons why she was what you would consider a bully. One: underneath the rough exterior, there is an insecure little girl banging on the closet, trying to get out. Two: like a caveman, her brain is under-developed, and therefore is unable to exercise self-control. If you think it's the second one, you're on the wrong track. Rissa's not exactly what you would call insecure anymore, but that's how she started out. Like all kids, she started off not knowing who she was, or how to behave. So she looked to her two older sisters for guidance, and they just so happened to be the worst role models she could've picked.

At first, she was pressured into acting like she was the only thing that mattered and other people were nothing more than dirt to be walked upon. Then, after a few times exercising this belief, she got over the guilty feeling that accompanied it and started feeling something else. Power. Control. Security. Pushing other people down gave her this unbelievably strong sense of self. She could control people, make them do her bidding. So she did. She took to making people cry and taking pleasure from it. Then she branched out and used her power to get people to do her work for her. After a couple weeks of that, she got so used to other people doing things for her that she no longer felt the drive necessary to get anything done. She became lazy and dependent, but rather than acting like she needed someone else to do everything for her and run the risk of looking totally pathetic, she shouted at them and made it look like they didn't have a choice. That's how she is now.

But Rissa's not all bad. She has a deep, undeterred love for her family (except the twins... they're just horrible), and she will keep any secret those in her inner circle tell to her. She tends to respect people like herself - the ones who have learned to push others around to maintain their own power. There is one friend who has become closer to her than the others, and Rissa genuinely respects her. Dakota Peckett is the only human being outside of her family Rissa feels the need to protect and help. But she doesn't act all caring and mushy because she doesn't know how. Too many years of acting like a hardened bitch can always come back to bite you in the butt, it seems. However, around Kota, Rissa feels more comfortable going absolutely crazy. Like any teenage girl, she loves the thrill of partying and going nuts. She loves to act goofy and ridiculous when appropriate.

More than that, she loves to flirt. Flirting is probably her favorite pass-time. Shallow as she is, Rissa will only go for guys that she deems attractive. And if they are completely lacking in personality, she moves on. Rissa doesn't stay with one guy very long; she's not a stationary type person. She swings from guy to guy like a monkey swings from vine to vine. She likes to "play the rainforest," if you will. Rissa may be a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them. She sees the way guys react to her, and the way girls glare at her with jealousy when she captures the guys' attention. She knows she's beautiful, and more often than not, she will use this beauty to her advantage.[/size][/blockquote]

The man in the moon he is the engineer

[/center]

[/li][li] It almost looked like fate, the day Clark and Lois met on their first days at the Chicago Inquirer. But nobody believes in fate anymore, do they? Anyway. For Clark and Lois, it was love at first glance. He was on his way to the copy room to pick up some papers for his boss, and she was walking into his boss's room for a job interview. The two of them ran into each other, Lois spilling Clark's coffee all over his shirt. She hurriedly produced a kleenex and started dabbing at the spilt liquid, then mustered enough courage to look up at the man she'd run into... only to all but melt in his arms. That encounter was followed by an exchange of phone numbers, which was in turn followed by a first date, followed by a second date, and after a year of courting and wooing, the happy couple exchanges wedding vows and were married. That was the same year Lois became pregnant with her first child.

Another two births later, Rissa came into being. Her eldest sister was five years her senior, and couldn't wait to start babying another little sibling. Brigita and Eloise grew attached to Rissa right away. They made a pact to pass on any life lessons they learned in school to her, so she would make an easy time of it. Not that she wouldn't have had an easy time to begin with. Both Lois and Clark had climbed up pretty high on the power chain at the newspaper office. They always had money to spare for lunch dates, movies, and shopping sprees. Growing up, Brigita, Eloise, and Rissa never missed the opportunity to take advantage of their parents' wealth. They would always buy whatever they saw reflect light inside a store, and walk out with bag upon bag upon bag.

When Rissa turned four, she learned the true meaning of Hell. That was the year the twins were born. Twin boys no less! They were constantly arguing over the stupidest things. Daniel was ten minutes older, and Axel best not forget it! Daniel better stop pulling Axel's hair; just because Axel's was better looking, that didn't give Daniel the right to rip it off his head. Axel was such a baby; he needed to man up or Daniel was going to stop beating up bullies for him. Daniel better give Axel's hairbrush back or he'd get Mom. All three girls would gang up on them and yell at them to shut up, but nothing worked. Not as well as the television set, anyway. For an hour a day (that was all they were allowed), the twins were completely silent, leaving the girls to gossip their little hearts out. They talked about everything. What Mom and Dad would get them for Christmas, which guy they thought had the most cooties, why guys were so gross... the list went on and on.

Then Brigita made it to the fourth grade, and had to watch her first video on the female reproductive system. Of course, she had to come home and give Eloise and Rissa all the gory details. They hung on to her every word. When Rissa made it to fourth grade, she decided it was a good idea to give the other girls a heads-up on what they'd be seeing in health that year. By then, Brigita and Eloise were already in middle school. They were wearing makeup and dating boys and everything. Whenever they had friends over, Rissa would observe their friendship rituals. She'd see them giving each other what they called "make-overs" (though she didn't know why the girls needed to be made over; they were all supermodel gorgeous), hear them talking about boys ("Ohmigod, did you SEE Chris Bake's new haircut? YUM!"), and hear them call each other swear words as nicknames ("What's happenin' bitch?" "Love you whore.").

Rissa followed in her sister's footsteps, making it into middle school. From the stories her sisters told of it, it sounded like the most fun place on Earth. For Rissa, it was. Because of all her sisters' connections, she was accepted by both her own class and upperclassmen. And, thanks to her newly developed curves, she attracted some male attention as well. Rissa followed her sisters' advice to the letter, bossing people around to keep them under her control and using every makeup tip in her repertoire. All through Middle School, she was one of the most popular kids. Then she graduated into the big bad high school, and that didn't change much.[/size][/blockquote]

*The railroad track it is a moonbeam bright*

[/size]

Family [black];;[/black]

clark kent (xP), forty-six, editor-in-chief of the local newspaper

lois kent, forty-five, journalist

brigita kent, nineteen, college student
eloise kent, eighteen, senior at a private school
daniel and axel kent, ten, elementary students

none

Mr. Tuffy, bichon
Peaches, scottish fold

That leads right up into the starry night

RolePlay sample :

The blood red cocktail dress probably wasn't necessary, but when Blair dressed up, she dressed up. Her nails were painted red to match her dress, and red lipstick - something she almost never wore - accentuated the fullness of her lips. She wove lithely through the crowd, looking at each person she passed by in disgust. The metropolis of Maxville had always been a dump, naught more than a trash heap. She intended to change that, and Grayson was helping her to do so. Blair didn't see it the other way around, and Grayson certainly wasn't in control. If she felt things weren't running smoothly, Blair would take charge of the situation. Though she had seen how Gwen operated, and she had full faith in the girl. They were almost - it was hard even thinking the word - friends.

Grayson was perched on a stool in front of the bar. As soon as she saw her, Blair threw a smile in her direction and headed over. The smile quickly evaporated. Not for Blair's lack of enthusiasm in seeing her friend, only because Blair was not so easily excited by things. A blond with the personality of a brunette, as she was told. Brunettes were - supposedly - hardcore bitches. The term, however harsh, did fit Blair's personality quite well. It was proven by the fact that she did not greet her "friend" warmly, as any other might have. Instead of the usual "hello," the first words to pass Blair's lips upon reaching Gwen were, "Where the hell is Ashton?" She drilled her fingers along her cheek, irritated. "We have the overthrowing of a school to plan, he needs to be on time."

Under her breath, Blair grumbled, "And some of us would like to get this meeting over with as soon as possible so we can start slitting throats." Just then, the bar tender came up to set Gwen's martini down on the counter next to her. He was Latino, kind of cute... okay, very cute. He appealed to the flirt in Blair. She sauntered up to the counter and leaned across it. "I'll take one too, please." Her eyes sparkled mischievously. The bar tender looked like he might have a "moment" right in front of her. He turned to fetch her drink with a muttered, "Of course, ma'am." Blair stared at his butt for a while as he retreated, before returning her attention to Gwen. "I am going to kill Ashton if he doesn't get here in under five minutes," she spat, suddenly all bitch again.

So come you little ones and run up the stairs

[/size]

How did you find us : Miss Epic and Davieboi.
Best part of the site : *shrugs* My graphics? xP Haven't been here that long. I can't say.
Have you read the rules : ADMIN WAS HERE.

Put on your 'jamas and say your prayers


----------***----------

[/li][/ul]

[William Radfield]

I'll be blunt. This app was hilarious. xD Thanks so much for joining; I think you make a perfect Rissa. Don't forget to post in the face claim ~