Post by Aoife O'Neill on Apr 9, 2012 18:07:54 GMT -5
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*AOIFE SIOBHAN O'NEILL,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M AMY AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 2 YEARS SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT MY UP AT PMS OR CHATANGO AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
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FULL NAME Aoife Siobhan O'Neill
NICKNAMES Eva, Fee, Ginger, Paddy
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN (Republic of) Ireland
AGE 18
GRADE Senior
OCCUPATION Waitress
SEXUALITY Bisexual
BIRTHDAY December 6th
SCHEDULE
ENG202: Literary Analysis & Composition II
HST202: Modern World Studies
WLG230: Latin II
SCI112: Earth Science
Drama II
Vocal Music.
OVERALL APPEARANCE
Her skin is pale, so pale it looks almost ivory. Her face and arms are dotted with freckles, giving her a more innocent look. However, her pale complexion means she gets easily sunburnt and goes deep red when she blushes. Her eyes are a brilliant shade of emerald green and her lips are full with a soft red colour to them. Above her stunning eyes are a pair of rather large, naturally black eyebrows that she hates with a passion. Luckily they're not as large as other people's brows
Aoife's favourite colour is green, and she always wears an item of clothing or accessory in that colour. When she's in casual dress, she often wears a pair of jeans with a t-shirt (her "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" being her favourite choice), or a short white summer dress. She also has a wide variety of skirts, shorts and tops in general. Aoife has a section of her wardrobe dedicated to punk clothes and another which has some boys clothes that she stole from her twin brother. Due to her flat chest she can pass as a male, and sometimes cross-dresses if she wants to spy on people (in other words, "going undercover").
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LIKES
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STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
PERSONALITY
HISTORY
RP EXAMPLE
(Taken from a Zombie Hetalia RP)
There were times when Aoife O’Neill would close her eyes, and instantly she’d be back home. A warm breeze would softly blow around her, running through her red locks and sending them gracefully flying around her. The soft sun would be gently beating down on the lush, emerald green field she was standing in, all alone. It was so peaceful that she felt if she would lie down she would instantly fall asleep. Pure and utter bliss. The breeze made the grass beneath her bare feet shudder with a peaceful sigh, causing the tiny wet dew drops to scatter around and make a few land on her toes. A smile parting on her lips, Ireland slowly cocked her head back and breathed in deeply, absorbing the fresh scent of the morning. But, no matter how much she dreamed, no matter how much she longed for Ireland, Aoife knew that as soon as she opened her eyes her paradise would crumble away from her again. And sadly, she knew she couldn’t dream all day. No matter how tempting it was sometimes.
With a heavy sigh, Ireland reluctantly opened her heavy eyelids, rubbing her dull green eyes wearily. Aoife was not home, far from it. Stuck in Canada, under the constant threat of zombie attacks. What a wonderful way to live.
Ireland groaned slightly as she cocked her head back, resting it against one of the supports behind her. She was meant to be on look-out in the scouting tower, but eventually ended up sitting down and dreaming. Again.
With a groan, the woman ran her hands over the rifle at her side as she glanced out over the surrounding area. Her eyes briefly landed on the remains of the old capital. It sent a shiver down her spine- just the sight of so much destruction. She felt homesick... she wanted to be away from all this.
There were times when Aoife O’Neill would close her eyes, and instantly she’d be back home. A warm breeze would softly blow around her, running through her red locks and sending them gracefully flying around her. The soft sun would be gently beating down on the lush, emerald green field she was standing in, all alone. It was so peaceful that she felt if she would lie down she would instantly fall asleep. Pure and utter bliss. The breeze made the grass beneath her bare feet shudder with a peaceful sigh, causing the tiny wet dew drops to scatter around and make a few land on her toes. A smile parting on her lips, Ireland slowly cocked her head back and breathed in deeply, absorbing the fresh scent of the morning. But, no matter how much she dreamed, no matter how much she longed for Ireland, Aoife knew that as soon as she opened her eyes her paradise would crumble away from her again. And sadly, she knew she couldn’t dream all day. No matter how tempting it was sometimes.
With a heavy sigh, Ireland reluctantly opened her heavy eyelids, rubbing her dull green eyes wearily. Aoife was not home, far from it. Stuck in Canada, under the constant threat of zombie attacks. What a wonderful way to live.
Ireland groaned slightly as she cocked her head back, resting it against one of the supports behind her. She was meant to be on look-out in the scouting tower, but eventually ended up sitting down and dreaming. Again.
With a groan, the woman ran her hands over the rifle at her side as she glanced out over the surrounding area. Her eyes briefly landed on the remains of the old capital. It sent a shiver down her spine- just the sight of so much destruction. She felt homesick... she wanted to be away from all this.
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PHRASE I heard that Steve likes pancakes... Irish stew is better.
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