Melis Foster

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-- MELIS MICHELLE FOSTER

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-- FULL NAME: Melis Michelle Foster
-- NICKNAMES: Mel, Michelle
-- AGE: 23
-- BIRTH PLACE: Denver, Colorado
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION: Waitress, but has dreams of being a mechanic
-- PLAYED BY: Cheryl Cole

-- PERSONALITY

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-- TRAIT ONE HERE: Is an extreme animal rights activist. Loves all living creatures, big or small. Her favorite among this love is horses, but she also is known to have dogs and animals. As a kid she always thought she wanted to be a veterinarian, but this was short-lived when she volunteered at a vet clinic, realizing she couldn't emotionally handle some of the cases that came into the office.
-- TRAIT TWO HERE: The only thing she loves more then animals is the automotive. She loves anything that has to do with cars, and is often the first to volunteer when a friend's car needs repair. She often travels to drag strips for races, or hot rods her own cars in the streets. She owns a number of cars; a couple inherited from her deceased father, but many she worked two jobs since the age of eighteen to acquire. Biggest dream is to become an automotive high performance technician.
-- TRAIT THREE: Has a strong sense of independence. Being single all of her life, and living on her own at the age of eighteen, she has a strong work ethic. She loves working towards goals, and is the first to boast about how hard she worked for her toys; Is usually the first to taunt the ones born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

-- LOVES:
-Cars
-Horse
-Dogs
-Ferrets
-Bright, sunny days
-Weekend drives
-Drawing
-Chocolate
-Car shows
-Raceways
-- HATES:
-Arachnids
-Stormy weather
-Coffee
-Cats
-Bees/Wasps/Bugs
-Ford
-Honda
-Most people
-Spoiled kids
-Thievery
-Infants/Toddlers

-- HISTORY

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Was born in the heart of downtown Denver. She was raised amongst the ghetto, quickly acquiring the street smarts to survive in such a rough area. Her mother was a drug addict; her and her father working two jobs to support the family and their shared passion for cars. They worked together on acquired project builds on the few nights a week that their schedules would allow them to be together. Melis became extremely close with her father; on days off they were always together.. Whether it be in the garage, at car shows, or drag strips. He was the only one who understood Melis' second obsession: Animals. She always had multiple animals, and had a horse boarded a couple miles away. Her father taught her how to ride, and it became another father/daughter activity. Her father passed away when Melis was the age of 17, and she was forced to support her addict mother on her own, while mourning the loss of her best friend and mentor. Her mother began dating a guy shortly after, who treated Melis poorly. Fed up with her living situation, she moved her horse, all of her and her father's project cars, and her belongings to West Virginia, finding a new beginning, hoping to pursue the dream her father had given her.

-- SAMPLE

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Cringing at the illusion of how loud his own footsteps sounded to him, the determined figure moved about the life-size brush that seemed to make up the entirety of his path. The slight separation of trees in the distance revealed the rooftop of his destination, his vision of the horizon sizzled under the excruciating summer's heat. Wiping the sweat from his brow with an equally sweaty palm, he panted from the exhaustion his mission called upon. He cursed his leaders, cursed them for allowing Woodrow to execute the exciting missions; the nigh time wall-scaling, chasing yots owned by the nation's most wanted on high powered jet-ski jobs, while he was forced to hike up a mountainside in god knows where, solely to spy on the happenings of one girl. What could a girl possibly do to have such a bad straw with his government? His sexist mentality made his government for being foolish enough to think any girl could be any kind of threat to the organization. This woman was the reason he was subject to the sweltering heat, the wasps that seemed to love the smell of his roasting flesh, and the snakes that had succeeded to scare the daylights out of him on numerous occasions.

Concentrate. He musn't get sidetracked by the pathetic elements nature had offered him. Ha. Some gift. He wiped the drops of perspiration from his face as he looked foreword at his destination. Not too far, possibly 200 yards at most-

Click. Body froze at the sound of the pistol cocking. Timidly, the man turned to face his newly-found opponent; or, his potencial victim in this case. Body tense, ready to fight for his very existence. He looked into the bright green eyes of the brunette female astride a large black stallion, her orbs lit up, almost as if she enjoyed weilding the weapon extended in her left hand, right hand around the rains to secure the stag beneath her.
Cheshire grin. "Well, hello there. You must be lost... is there anything I can help you with?"

-- OOC

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-- NAME OR ALIAS: Marie
-- AGE: 19
-- RP EXPERIENCE: On and off for about five years
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Understanding. Friendly. Helpful.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: I was on Pinewood Stables v.1 (If it means anything to anyone, I played Marco back in the day...)
-- RULEPHRASE: Paddy
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[--THE JESSTER]

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