Post by Sari Rebecca Montel on Dec 21, 2010 3:35:44 GMT 2
Sari Montel
Full name: Sari Rebecca Montel
Nicknames: none
Gender: Female
Age: Nineteen Years Old
Nationality: White. Has a nice tan though that can mislead people to thinking she is Hispanic. ( her Spanish accent that appears sometimes doesn't help either)
Hair: Natural Black and straight. Flows like silk to just below her shoulder blades. Its texture is soft and silky with a nice healthy sheen to it.
Eyes: The color of melted dark chocolate. A silent fire glows in her eyes.
Height: five foot five
Weight: one hundred and twenty pounds
Build: athletic. Well toned muscles from all of the riding she has done over the past 13 years.
General likes:
~Horses
~Cars
~Guys
~Drawing
~Parties
~Singing
~Playing Guitar
General dislikes:
~Animal Abusers
~Her Parents(not on good terms)
~Wolves
~People who Stereotype or are judgmental
~Drugs(not big on it)
Personality:
Sari is an overall quiet girl, not one to speak unless someone starts up a conversation with her, or the time calls for. However, as she gets to know people a bit more of her personality starts to show. The way her eyes seem to catch everything that goes on around her, even though she only catches things at a certain point, like how people are acting towards each other or their bonds with others.
Then there is the… not so quiet part of her. For one thing, Sari has a bit of a temper when provoked. Depending on how the situation is, her temper can range from quickly burning out… to turning into a long grudge…
If someone tells Sari to do something, she will do it her way, no matter if it seems to make things more difficult or whatnot, even for something as simple as a chore, she will find a way to be stubborn about doing everything in her own way, besides why should they all seem the same in the way things are done? Why don’t people add their own little twist to things? When it comes to things that she believes in… well there is no hope of changing her mind at all… She will stand against anyone if they try to make her back down, which in turn will raise her temper… she doesn’t care if people think that it’s stupid to stand for something, no matter how small… If Sari says she believes in something, then that is exactly what she will do.
Then, there is the partier side of her. Sari can have quite a lot of fun at Parties. She will do any game that people throw her way. She doesn't care that she is underaged for drinking. Sari will party whenever she has the money to spare. During the parties she will sing her heart out and even dance with others. She doesn't hide who she truly is and isn't afraid of others simply because she never got drunk, only buzzed. The anniversary of the day that her brother almost killed her however.... she will get drunk, simply to try and forget that retched memory, one that seems to always come back to haunt her.
History:
Sari was born close to the Texas-Mexico border during the month of June in the year of 1991. Having been born on the Texas side, it seems a bit odd at first why she can sometimes get a Spanish accent to her words, but then when people realize that she was close to the Mexico-Texas border, they seem to understand better.
When it comes to her two brothers, Sari is closer to Jeremy than she is to Erin. However it was about a year ago that her and her brother Erin’s sibling relationship started to get better, and her and Jeremy's sibling relationship went the opposite... it was after that incident that the family decided to split up. Sari moving to Westin, Arizona. Erin moving out to Southern California. While her parents stayed in Alton of Hidalo,Texas.
About a year ago, before the family split up, Sari flipped out competely on her mother, who had sold her favorite horse and best friend. Perfect Storm. A Dutch Warmblood Stallion with a coat as dark as Coal, a blaze, two stockings( on his front right and lefthind leg) and two socks( front left and hind rght).
Sari was absolutely livid when her mother sold the horse without her consent, especially since it had taken her years to buy him as a yearling by the time she was 17. They had been through so much together and suddenly he was being taken away from her.
About an hour of arguing, screaming and yelling. Sari laid claim that she was moving out, by herself. A few hours into the next day, about three a.m. Sari's brother Jeremy came drunkenly into her room before wrapping his hands roughly around her neck... not fully knowing that he was slowly choking the life out of the only sibling that really opened up to him and trusted him fully. Had it not been for her short scream from the shock, he probably would have killed her. But just moments before she passed out, her brother Erin came into the room and knocked out Jeremy. After that she became quiet, and started to wear a slight choker necklac to hide the one line that refuses to leave her neck, forever reminding her of the hellish night.
Ever since that hot summer day in her hometown, Sari has been quieter, with that silent fire still burning inside. She is saving up as much money as she can to track down her beautiful, Perfect Storm and bring him back so they can be reunited. But that day seems so far off from now... All she can do is try to find a cheap place to crash in Westin, and hope she find a good job.
Sample RolePlay:
Aaron was out for his normal early morning run with his German Shepard, Striker. He did this every morning that he had a chance, in order to keep himself and his dog in shape. He knew he wouldn’t be going back to S.W.A.T, but what was the harm with staying in shape…
He was wearing a pair of shorts, with just a necklace loosely around his neck. He was wearing tennis shoes and a single watch. The morning was rather quiet, not many people were at the beach. Every now and then though, he had to slow down and turn to his right slightly in order to whistle and clap his hand against his thigh to get striker to leave the people alone. Overall Striker was very friendly, even with strangers when he was out of the house. It was a completely different story if someone where to see what he used to be like. Back in S.W.A.T, Striker was a police dog, which meant he had a habit of still alerting Aaron of those who had drugs or such hidden on their personnel.
But for now, the dog was friendly, sometimes leaving Aaron’s side when they passed other runners or people who the dog hadn’t said hello to yet.
After about half an hour, Aaron slowed his running before finding a place to sit on the beach, Striker lying next to him panting slightly. The dog was his best friend in this new town where the two knew next to no one. That was fine with Aaron for now though… less people that knew about what happened with his brother, therefore less people who could act judgmental towards him…
“What do you say Striker? Was that a good run?”
The dog barked once before turning his head, having thought to of heard footsteps somewhere near them.
Other characters: None
Where did you find us: An Advertisement on This is ReAlIty!
Words: 1,295 words ^_^