Post by chasingshit on Nov 14, 2010 12:18:21 GMT -5
CHASE REBBECCA ROBERTS
NAME: Chase Rebbecca Roborts
GENDER: Female
AGE&YEAR: Year three; sixteen
PROBLEM: Insomnia; MILD Boarderline Personality disorder
RISK: Moderate
PLAY BY: Megan Campagnolo
APPEARANCE:
I'm reeeeeeeally short, I mean really short. I barely reach the height of five foot three inches, which is sad because i stopped growing. I have long blond hair and i like it. My eyes are a gray-y blue and my ears are pierced, well actually i have gauges, stretchers, whatever you call them. They're pretty big by the way, but I clean them really well because they get smelly. I really like to wear dresses, I think they look pretty and they're lots of fun. As well as dresses I like jeans and t-shirts, oh and skirts. I like those too. I like boots and skinny jeans, large t-shirts and dresses, and even short-shorts and t-shirts... I guess what I wear depends on the the day.
PERSONALITY:
Hey, hi, hello! I'm chase. the overly energetic merch kid from Arizona! People say I'm annoying because I seem to run on overdrive a lot of the time. You know? The bouncing out of their seat during history class kind? It's sort of like I haven't slept at all, or I've eaten too many cookies. I don't know it's just the way I've always been, like your mom's always the same... unless she starts drinking or something. I don't know what I'm getting at here.
I don't know why, but I'm sort of... dry. I like to tell it like it is sometimes, depending how I'm feeling and who I'm with. I dunno. It's weird. I guess you could say that I'm honest. What's the world without a bit of honesty? I mean if you look fat in those jeans and you asked me, I'm going to tell you. For god's sake, if you didn't want to know then don't ask me. Jeez, it's as simple as that fatty. Look, I'm only going to say something about a person if they ask. Like if you for instance asked if i thought you were a backstabbing whore, I'd answer honestly... Then after a while I'd feel really bad it's where my "illness" comes into play, i guess.
I sort of say whatever comes to my head. I don't have a filter. The secrets you tell me? Unless you're someone I truly like, and care about, your secret might as well be plastered on my face. That secret could pop out at the worst time, sort of like a baby or something. As soon as it becomes relevant to a conversation it might slip out. It's another thing that makes me tick, I feel terrible after and I sort of... slice myself open as a punishment. Surprise party? Just don't even tell me about it, it's a bad idea, in fact, don't even invite me.
I am pretty god dang happy. Everything has pretty much fallen into place. There's someone back home who cares about me and not just about the support check coming at the beginning of the month. My adoptive father, Richard, cares about me, that's the greatest feeling ever. I smile a lot, does that make me a bad person? No it doesn't. I feel like I deserve it a little. I mean you try moving houses every few months and feeling happy, it's tough as nails; however I still manage to get that
I'm a huge nerd. I play pokemon on my gameboys. I love those silly animated beings. I get every new game that comes out, though I no longer watch the show. It's gotten redundant a little. I also like other video games and computers. I like video games they're fun, especially when they have a brilliant storyline and end well. I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Oh and reading, I love reading books, those strange books about people's brains and junk? I'm there. I watch shows like "how it's made" and "modern marvels" just because I think they're interesting. I don't know what else to say, I'm nerdy.
I've been called funny before. It could be true. I'm sarcastic, witty, one linerific. I'm dry about stuff. I like dead baby jokes, it's hard to offend me. Heck I like a good blond joke, not that they ever apply to me. I'm not dumb, so they're funny. Religion isn't my scene so if a god joke makes me laugh, prepare to hear it again. I could be considered offensive, so put a label on me.
I'm not a pansy, I'm not going to let you walk all over me. The way I grew up I'm street smart as well as book smart. I know how to fight, I know how to scream, I know how to get a guy on their ass squealing like a girl. It's easy, but I'm not telling you my secrets. They're for me to know and you not to know. I'm tough as nails, no matter how childish i seem or what I do to myself behind closed doors.
HISTORY:
I have no clue who my ma or dad is, well birth parents. I was thrown into the system when I was a baby and then the trip started. No one adopted me as a child-baby because I was too loud, or cried too much, I didn't fit into their perfect lives. So I grew up a product of the system, yeah i'm a foster brat.
i've been to more foster houses than i have appendages. I was sent from foster family to foster family. The most stationary I was was when I was a small child. Up until I was five I was pretty much set with a foster family that liked me, but then time ran out. I was moved from house to house and every time I got a transfer it was for fighting or something. Whatever. So every few months until I was ten then I was at one house again for a while. I walked to school and walked home. Then I switched homes again and met my downfall, they had a teenage son that made me feel worthless. He pretended he was my dad and would punish me instead of his parents, not that they'd care if they ever found out. He was the light of their life, David was his name. Well anyways. It escalated and he ended up molesting me sometimes, i hated that.
As the story goes I was transferred again but i picked something up. As masochistic as it sounds I felt like i had to punish myself when i hurt someone's feelings or hurt someone, so that's nice. My life sort of turned into a weird happy story. I got adopted by a guy named Richard. He was really good to me and I guess he was just lonely. Right well after a while my problems came to light and he really really wanted to help me and he sent me here. It was okay.
ALIAS: MEG! c:
AGE: Sixteen
EXPERIENCE: Four/five years?
HOW YOU FOUND US: idr ;-; ad somewhere??
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