Post by Deleted on May 5, 2016 10:23:55 GMT
magna octus.
looks
HAIR long, dirty blonde
SKIN pale skin with a splash of freckles
EYES watery, pale blue
OTHER she wears a LOT of black
personality
magna is a very small person. literally. she is short, so people look down on her, which she hates. she has a habit of breaking the rules to do things her friends want to do, and strives to make others happy, almost to the limit. she enjoys the little things in life like reading, drawing, photography and acting. she's very arrogant and stubborn and gets things done.
history
magna grew up in candor, with a happy-go-lucky family. she couldn't stand it, she couldn't stand the happiness and white and honesty, so she chose dauntless, where it was dark, fun and exciting. she has one sister who chose candor, one brother who chose amity and two candor parents. she is currently a dauntless initiate.
roleplay sample
i feel a deep ache spread through my neck as jack inserts the needle into my neck. i barely flinch as the needle contracts and i lie down on the lounger, staring at the people watching me with a blank face. then the simulation takes hold, and i blink. i'm tied to a wooden pole, ropes, handcuffs and duct tape tightly holding me in place. as the room becomes clearer, my eyes widen and watch as my brother, sister, mother and father are all shown, tied down to chairs. my sister immediately begins thrashing and i do the same, but i can't get out. a faceless man steps forward with a lazy smirk and aims a gun at my sister's temple. my face goes slack in horror as he slowly pulls the trigger. but he doesn't. instead, he flips the gun and points it towards me. "your choice, octus. you die, or all of them die." he says in a thick american accent. i gulp. this is my fear. self sacrifice. a very selfish fear indeed. but i don't want to let the simulation win. i want to win. i will win. i swallow down bile and shrug. my acting classes must have paid off. "go ahead. they all deserve to live, unlike you!" suddenly, i'm the one holding the gun, and the man is in my position. "rest in peace." i snarl, and shoot the gun.
Emily Bryens
looks
HAIR long, dirty blonde
SKIN pale skin with a splash of freckles
EYES watery, pale blue
OTHER she wears a LOT of black
personality
magna is a very small person. literally. she is short, so people look down on her, which she hates. she has a habit of breaking the rules to do things her friends want to do, and strives to make others happy, almost to the limit. she enjoys the little things in life like reading, drawing, photography and acting. she's very arrogant and stubborn and gets things done.
history
magna grew up in candor, with a happy-go-lucky family. she couldn't stand it, she couldn't stand the happiness and white and honesty, so she chose dauntless, where it was dark, fun and exciting. she has one sister who chose candor, one brother who chose amity and two candor parents. she is currently a dauntless initiate.
roleplay sample
i feel a deep ache spread through my neck as jack inserts the needle into my neck. i barely flinch as the needle contracts and i lie down on the lounger, staring at the people watching me with a blank face. then the simulation takes hold, and i blink. i'm tied to a wooden pole, ropes, handcuffs and duct tape tightly holding me in place. as the room becomes clearer, my eyes widen and watch as my brother, sister, mother and father are all shown, tied down to chairs. my sister immediately begins thrashing and i do the same, but i can't get out. a faceless man steps forward with a lazy smirk and aims a gun at my sister's temple. my face goes slack in horror as he slowly pulls the trigger. but he doesn't. instead, he flips the gun and points it towards me. "your choice, octus. you die, or all of them die." he says in a thick american accent. i gulp. this is my fear. self sacrifice. a very selfish fear indeed. but i don't want to let the simulation win. i want to win. i will win. i swallow down bile and shrug. my acting classes must have paid off. "go ahead. they all deserve to live, unlike you!" suddenly, i'm the one holding the gun, and the man is in my position. "rest in peace." i snarl, and shoot the gun.
Emily Bryens