This one is fun and easy. All you have to do is to describe the character (name) that the member above you posts. After describing the character, create a new character name (that the next poster will describe!) The description can be as long as you want, but try using at least five sentences. Describe: Melissa Vane
Melissa Vane leaned back in her chair, flicking back the long, flat yellow hair that had again slid into her face and behind her blue-framed glasses. She crossed her legs, sighing at how big the thighs were. Ever since she'd had her third baby, the weight had crept up like weeds, but she told herself that at least her skin was practically flawless. And she'd developed an eye for details. A sharp one, at that. She set the book back on the table and rose to her feet. From somewhere across the empty library, she'd heard footsteps.... Alexis Vernon
Alexis Vernon: dark brown hair which she keeps in two long braids, small light green eyes, long, narrow face, thin lips, small but pointy nose and rectangular glasses with golden frames. Alexis (14) is the best student in Mrs. Potts' Academy for Girls. She always schmoozes with the teachers and most of the teachers thinks she is all that. Other students view her as mean, manipulative, unfair and arrogant, and she has no friends in the school. But Alexis does not need any friends. She has all of the teachers on her side. Isn't that enough? She can be rude to Emmeline LaBlanche, her arch enemy, without anyone reacting. Describe: Meredith Medusa Goss-Gorey
Meredith Medusa Goss-Gorey is somewhere between 34 and 49 - no one's really sure, and she won't appreciate you asking. She grew up in Seattle, but moved to LA at the age of 21, to pursue her dream of becoming a movie star. But, being 6' 3" and having a particularly long nose, it never really worked out. These days, you can catch her selling tacky jewelry via infomercials at 4pm on weekdays. She has very short, black hair, and a tan complexion, and dark eyes that never seem to open all the way. Oxford Jeremy Kipling
Meredith Medusa Goss-Gorey was once a beautiful young woman, her striking looks able to freeze men in their tracks where ever she went. On many a day passers by would be able to catch the sight of her soft black locks of hair carelessly flowing behind her, as her eyes searched for a wealthy gentleman to seduce with her sultry silver tongue. She never worked a day in her life, instead relying on her stunning appearance, and the weak wills of the men she met. She would take what ever she wanted from them, and then, when there was nothing left of the man to interest her she would move on, leaving her former lover with an aching heart and empty pockets. But on such torrid affair didn't refused to end so happily for her like the others. Poseidon was by far the most powerful man she had encountered, but just like all the others before him his will was easily bent by her devestating seduction. Though he was married to another, Medusa was the target of most of his affection. His wife was suspicious, but Poseidon hid his infidelity well. But when Medusa once again became bored of her conquest and decided to move on to another, Posiedon was not simply heartbroken, he was enraged. When she snuck away from his palace she left behind a Poseidon filled with anger and despair, and no longer able to hide his infidelity. His wife ashamed of her husband's weakness, but her furry fell on his former mistress. Together with a common hate they sent an army of soldiers to track her down, and with her extraordinary appearance she easy to track down. Though she was able to seduce the men that had captured her she didn't count on women being thrown into the mix, the women keeping the men's weak wills in check. She was quickly brought back to the palace to be executed, but despite his anger Posiedon couldn't bear the thought of her death. He peaded with his wife to spare her life and choose another punishment, and one quickly came to mind. She had her dysfigured by gruesome means, her beautiful features replaced with a horrific appearance, of which would no longer stop a men in awe, but freeze them in horror. Quickly after she was released she was cast out of the society she had so easily used before, regarded as a monster, living out the rest of her days in an uninhabited wasteland, no longer know for her looks, but by as a terrifying monster of legend, the apearance of which could supposedly turn a man to stone. twitchers wusterbarth ...crimony! you've got to be kidding me- someone posted right before it did... *sigh*... Well, that's life, oh well
With a light sniff, Oxford Jeremy Kipling adjusted the gold wire-framed glasses that perched at the bridge of his nose. He sat at the back of Victoria's Book Shop in his favorite corner, lost in a pile of dusty old dime novels and scratched records. This was Oxford’s favorite place to spend a free summer afternoon, uncovering treasure long forgotten by all but the most imaginative. That didn’t bother Oxford. He didn’t care a smidge what others thought of his reading habits—so long as they left him alone. Crouched on a short, three-legged stool, Oxford's tight tweed slacks and pullover sweater bunched awkwardly at the waist and knees, drawing the hem of his pant legs to the top of his plaid socks. He’d just reached a key passage in a 1940s mystery novel involving a notorious gangster and a beautiful dame. Leaning forward slightly, as if ready to plunge into the story and rescue the woman himself, Oxford momentarily lost his balance, knocking over a pile of books he’d never noticed before... Boris Elton Humphrey
Boris Elton Humphrey is a likable fellow. Doesn't delve into other people's business. In fact, he's considered a hermit of sorts. Never married though he's viewed as handsome. Of course he's now in his late seventies, bald, wrinkled like a prune and his elbows are thrust back grasshopper like. But hey! His personality makes up for that. After all, he is quite willing to share his material possessions with any woman who might accept him. Of course his possessions don't amount to much more than a decrepid cot and some second-hand clothing and books, but that should be no problem for a gal who loves sincerity over material things. And Boris is certainly sincere. He will tell the gal right off that he has false teeth and a halitosis to go with them that might make a skunk envious. So no surprises there. He also will readily reveal that he is double-groin herniated and unable to carry heavy groceries lest he wind up in ER with an entangled intestine. But hey! Any gal with a sturdy back will not mind at all. In fact, it might appeal to her as yet unexpressed maternal instincts. Boris is also very forthright about how he feels. True, part of it is due to his Tourrets tendency to shout out obscenities at full blast. But if one listens carefully one will note that he whispers profound truths between each obscenity which makes putting up with it very worthwhile for the woman who is seeking a philosophically-inclined gent. His posture isn't the ideal of course and some might consider him hunchbacked. But when viewed from certain angles and if the light is just right Why,he seems almost handsome. Especially if the gal has eyesight problems. Then that shouldn't be a problem at all. In short, Boris is the ideal man for the right woman. Any takers? Alexander Torquato Mambosa
Alexander Torquato Mambosa Is red-hot passion in men's dance shoes. See him bump, groove, and thrust to the beat of the Salsa, the Cha-cha, and the Taaannggo. He's smooth, with his dark wavy hair slicked back, a wayward lock slanting across his forehead. He's quick, with his lithe frame and long dancer's legs. And boy can he shake it with that tight Latino butt of his! "Ay-ay!" Women shout, cheering him on; willing him to move faster, sweat glistening on his hairless chest, visible with his half-buttoned shirt. "Oi!" men ruefully remark, jealous of Alexander and his dancing talent, his rhythmic charming of the ladies. Heart-afluttered young women swoon in his presence. Young men want to be him. He is, the best Latin dancer in the world. He is The Mambosa! Bambi Loutka
Bambi Loutka is a famous belly dancer in the Middle East. She is better known as Temptress from the Dunes. She performs each night at eleven in Damascus. Has thousands of admirers who swoon over her. Women hate her of course. One blink of her big brown eyes sends young men to heaven and old men into riga mortis. Eleven sheiks adore her and have vowed total unconditional allegiance to her every whim. She is loquacious, but prude. Gracious with children who smile whenever she's near. She promenades the streets regally like a queen knowing that wherever she goes her subjects will be there. But she has no husband. Yet, his epitaph testifies to her magnificent charms: "Don't mourn me!" it reads, "Envy me instead for I had sweet Loutka for a wife!" Humphry Calhoun
Humphry groaned as he struggled out of the deep pit of the nursing home couch. The WWII TV show had been going on for hours now... or so he thought. He couldn't be quite sure of the passing of time anymore because he so often dozed off. It wasn't worth watching anyway. They had all their facts wrong. Stupid youngsters trying to romanticize everything. Were they there? His grip slipped on the couch's arm and for a second he feared he'd fall back, but an employee caught his frail form. He yanked his arm back and leaned into his shiny walker. Stupid people. Benjamin Aimes
Benjamin Aimes: Very studious, Jewish-looking psychologist. Appears to strangers as someone who'd be serious all the time, but when he's out with his friends, he can have quite the quirky and fiesty side. Good at mixing drinks. Has cool glasses. Is into analyzing literature in addition to people's minds. Brushy Hannibal
Ajusting his 'back to the 70s' classes as he walks into the boring brick wall class room, you might think he's on of those lame, boring teachers. Who wouldn't with his lanky arms and straight as an arrow back.You would probably laugh at his too short dress pants and ugly plaid shirt. I'm guessing you looked at his tupee and joked how if it was to fall of he would look like an egg. But I wouldn't do such a thing, for I know Mr. Brushy Hannibal is the best teacher in this school. Caelan Noel
