Post by Sam Montarello on Nov 15, 2010 17:51:49 GMT -5
The full name's Samantha Abigail Montarello, but most people call me Sam. In case you couldn't tell, I'm a girl. I came into this world kicking and screaming on April 21st, and 16 years later, I still haven't stopped. Back then, I lived in New York, NY. I'm a Caucasian dealing with the stress of 11th grade.
eyes :: Sam's eyes could probably stop traffic if they weren't always down at the floor. They're large and rather round, and a bright blue. Not like a grey-blue or ocean-blue, but more like the colour of ice, if it needed to be compared to anything.
nose :: Sam's nose is remarkably unremarkable. It's a bit button-like, but for the most part, like many noses, it goes about halfway down her face, and starts between her eyes. What else is there to say? It really isn't hooked or elongated, or anything of the sort.
hair :: Sam's hair is brown. There's no highlights and no mixtures, but simply a dark brown. Every now and again she straightens it, but for the most part, it's a bit frizzy. She doesn't bother too much with her hair, since it's generally uncooperative and playing with it is a waste of time. Unlike most teenage girls, she has bangs. Not side bangs, but normal, straight bangs, and she feels that they actually look good on her.
face :: Sam has a fortunately heart-shaped face. It isn't too round and the chin isn't too pointed. At the same time, her forehead isn't too rectangular. Her face, accompanied by a smile, gives her a rather soft and approachable look. She has rather soft cheeks, and it shows, making them open for pinching. She has rather pale skin, though when talking to a guy, her fair cheeks will usually be bright red.
body :: Sam is small and petite, but it's obvious that it isn't a result of working out. The only strong thing about her is her legs, and for the most part, she looks (and is) rather soft and venerable. Standing at a measley 5'2”, most of the school towers over her, and weighing only 110 pounds, they're usually heavier, too. Some people might call her “hot,” others “cute,” that is, if they took notice of her. Her legs are strong from running, but for the most part, she feels like a plush doll.
likes :: reading/writing, Autumn (before it gets too cold), rock music (classic or alternative), running, looking at boys (but nothing else, they're just eye candy), early morning (it's the world before everyone's up), plain vanilla ice cream, denim jeans, children, mythology (mostly Greek, but Roman is interesting, too)
dislikes :: jerks, maths/sciences, bubbly people, Summer (too hot), Winter (too cold), exercise (other than running), television, her mother, snakes/spiders, junk food
habits :: pulls on the bottom of her shirt when nervous/lying, blushes around good-looking boys, runs a hand through her hair when aggravated
flaws :: quiet/shy, physically weak, poor (not dirt poor, but lower middle class), math or science, lying
positive attributes :: smart, beautiful writer, kindhearted, physically fast, patient, hard worker
secret(s) :: her family and history is a secret, as is her financial trouble. Her mother's a whore, for the most part, who treats her with cold indifference, which she returns. She makes sure that as few people as possible find out about her, but is positive that it will come out at some point or another. She also keeps a notebook where she writes down everything, from observations to thoughts she had. Absolutely no one is allowed to look inside, though some people whisper about what might be inside.
pet peeve(s) :: grammar mistakes. Sam is pretty mellow about most things, but if someone has a comma where it shouldn't be, or forgets an apostrophe, she needs to run over it with a red pen.
personality :: Sam isn't the type to initiate a conversation, but still manages to get peoples' attention. She wishes she didn't, since many people like picking on her. She's quiet and a pacifist, opting to not fight back against someone, no matter what they do to her. She might get upset at someone, but won't go beyond mumbling an insult or two. She loves kids, and will make herself look like a fool to see them smile. If she's comfortable enough with someone to actually talk to them, rather than write her thoughts down around them, then she can be a funny, sometimes sarcastic, person. She never means to offend, and makes sure that any teasing she throws is understood as playful.
mother :: Maria, 35, waitress during the day, stripper at night
father :: Joe, 35, accountant (left when Sam was two, hadn't been heard of since)
brother(s) :: none
sister(s) :: none
step-relations: :: nope
other relatives :: nope. It's just her and her mother.
pets :: she had a few goldfish throughout the years, all named Swimmy, but after spending a full day mourning whenever one died, Maria refused to buy another.
background check ::
Sam was a hate child, which is the equivalent to a love child, but there wasn't actually love in her creation. Her father tried being responsible and living with her and Maria, but after two years, couldn't take it anymore. He left, leaving Sam alone with her furious mother. Busy at work, Maria didn't have much time for her daughter, and didn't particularly try to make time. After all, she was what ruined her life, so why should she bother? She couldn't get rid of her, because then she'd have that on her conscious, so she kept her. Still, after a few years of excitedly showing her mother a caterpillar and not receiving the same amount of enthusiasm, and other similar events, Sam realized that her mother simply didn't care. She then buried herself in her books, writing down her thoughts instead of speaking them to herself. After all, though a page couldn't show excitement, it couldn't show nonchalance either, which was good. She became more reserved, under the impression that she just didn't have anything interesting to say. After all, if a child's own mother didn't care about what she had to say, who did? As she got a little older (around twelve) she realized that wasn't the case, but was so used to not speaking too often, she couldn't quite break the shell. When she reached high school, her quiet nature and loved for reading and writing landed her a place as a nerd. She didn't mind too much. While the popular guys were wonderful to look at, she wouldn't want to be as peppy as the popular girls.
With Maria, the roles of life became a little switched. Maria acted more like the unruly teenager, losing jobs as quickly as she got them (if not more quickly), and bringing home new men almost every night. On the other hand, Sam was frugal, making sure to only spend money on what they absolutely needed. She hid money from Maria, though somehow the woman managed to get enough money to go to the bar whenever she wasn't working. Sam took it upon herself to get a job as well, and did most of the shopping and cleaning. More than anything, she looked forward to getting away.
role play sample ::Sam was curled up on her living room couch, reading Twilight for the first time. After all, it was Halloween, so it would make sense to read about vampires and werewolves. She probably would have been better off reading Dracula. This was nothing like how monsters were supposed to be! Yes, the vampires drank blood, but that was about all that was the same. The one thing that got to her, much like other people, was that the vampires there sparkled. What kind of bloodthirsty monster sparkled?! Although, she did give a reason: it was to lure people in, make them more beautiful. That was alright, and it made sense, but still, if the author was to do that, then she shouldn't call them vampires. Sam had her plain black marble notebook that she used as a diary on her lap beside the book, a pen open and sitting in between the pages. She scribbled down a few notes concerning her frustration with the differences between Bram Stoker's vampires and Stephenie Meyer's.
Just as she dropped her pen down and continued reading, there came a ringing on the doorbell. With a small sigh, Sam pushed the notebook and novel, both still open, onto the coffee table beside her armchair and heaved herself up so she stood. It took a few moments of looking around her, but she found the cat ears she wore when answering the door (it made the kids happy when they saw the person wearing a costume, too). Carefully she placed it on her head, letting some of her brown hair fall down into her face and grabbed the bowl of candy.
“Happy Halloween!” she replied with a smile, after the kids yelled their traditional ”trick or treat!” “What are your costumes?” She was only bubbly around kids. Kids brought a smile to her face, and she wanted to bring a smile to theirs, and being happy and peppy was the way to do it, and she didn't really mind, so long as she could hear their little laugh and see their little faces light up. In front of her was a cowboy, a bumblebee, a jack-o-lantern, and a princess, all of them about five years old. After they told her their costumes, she dropped some candy in their bags. Their parents, who stood at the end of the walkway, reminded them to say thank you, which they did halfheartedly before rushing off the doorstep and to the next house. With a smile, Sam watched them disappear before closing the door and returning to her spot on the chair.
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hey. my alias is Fetus, I'm 15 years old, and I've been slashing for about 1 year. I heard about you guys through caution, and let me say, YOU WISH YOU WERE AS QUICK AS THE NINJA ADMIN IN THIS PLACE.
