rough draft app for Purg!Foxxy
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sagesariaPlayer’s Name: Saria
Player’s Age: 20
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sagesaria
Contact Information: AIM: Sagesaria9475
MSN: sagesaria@hotmail.com
email: Sagesaria9475@gmail.com
Date of last character application/character #: 1/25/08, 1 character currently
Character’s Name: Foxxy Love
Character’s Fandom: Drawn Together
Character’s Personality: Foxxy is in almost every way a stereotypical black woman. She is, as a friend once described her, unapologetically alive; is wild and energetic, and the life of any party she goes to. She loves alcohol, expensive tacky stuff, and sex. ESPECIALLY sex. When she isn't having sex, she's thinking about it. Or indulging in other hobbies, such as eating funyuns, pestering her roommates, watching Transformer porn, listening to or performing music, or solving mysteries. Or some mix of all of the above. Despite being a little bit of an idiot, and scaring people off most of the time with her wild ways, Foxxy is a kind soul who looks out for people she cares about, and is always willing to lend a helping hand. At first she may be a little difficult to understand because of her bad grammar and ghetto-american accent.
Canonical/History link: Wikipedia article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foxxy_love
Sample RP Log: The first thing Foxxy knew, she was at a nude beach with a bag of funyuns in one hand and Denzel Washington in the other. Then suddenly she winced as the burdon of consciousness returned, with the splitting hangover to match. She crossed an arm over her face, trying to block out the world; even the little light there was too bright for her head. She rolled over and shivered, grumbling at the cold.
"Dammit Toot, y'left the window open again, fatass!"
Finally she squinted her eyes open, sitting up. She blinked her eyes groggily. Then she blinked again. Then she rubbed her eyes and looked again.
...this wasn't the Drawn Together house.
"Th'hell?" she staggered to her feet, head still pounding, and looked around. The dark made it hard to see much of anything with her fogged head, but what she could make out was very dirty and desolate, and like nowhere she'd ever been or seen before.
...how much did she have to drink last night?
"Aight ya'll, rll funny! Ya'll can come out now!" she called, half expecting her housemates to jump out of those broken down buildings and yell "April fools!" But there was no answer. She yelled again;
"Hey, yo! Xandy! Clara! Hero! Where you at?" Still no response, except for a downpour of rain that built up while she was yelling. She looked up at it and slumped.
"Gad dammit."
She crossed her arms over her chest, getting cold. Momentarily stumped, she merely continued looking up at the rain, swallowing as much as she could to help the hangover, and for a split moment she thought about how hot she must look all wet.
Alright, focus Foxxy. Think. Housemates missing, cold and wet outside in the middle of a ghost town, head hurts. What do you do?
Her head hurt again trying to figure that out, and Foxxy decided to figure it out after another beer. She reached into her pocket, checking to see how much she could buy. But after checking all of her pockets, including the inside of her top, she found that she was as broke as the condom she used last night.
"Well, shit." she sighed, grumbling and making her way to find some significant shelter.
Sample Journal: Daym, mah head's killin' me. Foxxy partied a li'l too hardy las' night. Any ya'll got s'm asprin'?
...Who is ya'll aniway? This ain't California is it? Looks mo' like...Pitsburg.
Well whutevuh. Where c'n I's git some funyuns an' beer?
Your Sin: Lust, lust, lust. And don't forget lust. And did I mention lust? Also a little bit of greed.
Player’s Age: 20
Personal Journal:
sagesariaContact Information: AIM: Sagesaria9475
MSN: sagesaria@hotmail.com
email: Sagesaria9475@gmail.com
Date of last character application/character #: 1/25/08, 1 character currently
Character’s Name: Foxxy Love
Character’s Fandom: Drawn Together
Character’s Personality: Foxxy is in almost every way a stereotypical black woman. She is, as a friend once described her, unapologetically alive; is wild and energetic, and the life of any party she goes to. She loves alcohol, expensive tacky stuff, and sex. ESPECIALLY sex. When she isn't having sex, she's thinking about it. Or indulging in other hobbies, such as eating funyuns, pestering her roommates, watching Transformer porn, listening to or performing music, or solving mysteries. Or some mix of all of the above. Despite being a little bit of an idiot, and scaring people off most of the time with her wild ways, Foxxy is a kind soul who looks out for people she cares about, and is always willing to lend a helping hand. At first she may be a little difficult to understand because of her bad grammar and ghetto-american accent.
Canonical/History link: Wikipedia article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foxxy_love
Sample RP Log: The first thing Foxxy knew, she was at a nude beach with a bag of funyuns in one hand and Denzel Washington in the other. Then suddenly she winced as the burdon of consciousness returned, with the splitting hangover to match. She crossed an arm over her face, trying to block out the world; even the little light there was too bright for her head. She rolled over and shivered, grumbling at the cold.
"Dammit Toot, y'left the window open again, fatass!"
Finally she squinted her eyes open, sitting up. She blinked her eyes groggily. Then she blinked again. Then she rubbed her eyes and looked again.
...this wasn't the Drawn Together house.
"Th'hell?" she staggered to her feet, head still pounding, and looked around. The dark made it hard to see much of anything with her fogged head, but what she could make out was very dirty and desolate, and like nowhere she'd ever been or seen before.
...how much did she have to drink last night?
"Aight ya'll, rll funny! Ya'll can come out now!" she called, half expecting her housemates to jump out of those broken down buildings and yell "April fools!" But there was no answer. She yelled again;
"Hey, yo! Xandy! Clara! Hero! Where you at?" Still no response, except for a downpour of rain that built up while she was yelling. She looked up at it and slumped.
"Gad dammit."
She crossed her arms over her chest, getting cold. Momentarily stumped, she merely continued looking up at the rain, swallowing as much as she could to help the hangover, and for a split moment she thought about how hot she must look all wet.
Alright, focus Foxxy. Think. Housemates missing, cold and wet outside in the middle of a ghost town, head hurts. What do you do?
Her head hurt again trying to figure that out, and Foxxy decided to figure it out after another beer. She reached into her pocket, checking to see how much she could buy. But after checking all of her pockets, including the inside of her top, she found that she was as broke as the condom she used last night.
"Well, shit." she sighed, grumbling and making her way to find some significant shelter.
Sample Journal: Daym, mah head's killin' me. Foxxy partied a li'l too hardy las' night. Any ya'll got s'm asprin'?
...Who is ya'll aniway? This ain't California is it? Looks mo' like...Pitsburg.
Well whutevuh. Where c'n I's git some funyuns an' beer?
Your Sin: Lust, lust, lust. And don't forget lust. And did I mention lust? Also a little bit of greed.
