repsample 1
Character Info
> Name: Dawn Catherine Summers
> Personality (just a few lines is fine, although we
> love detail):
>
> Dawn, though she is human now, not so long before
> this was nothing more then a great big ball of
> restless energy, a key in which opened certain
> dimensional doorways to unknown worlds. She is
> smart, sometimes too smart for her own good. She
> also has other small problems such as being a thief.
> She currently is 17,and works as a smuggler unknown
> to her older sister’s knowledge. Xander knows, and
> even as he disapproves, he understands. Dawn, being
> more then human, has a way of dealing with the
> demons in Sunnydale. She is pretty, with dark hair,
> blue eyes, and clear pale skin. She has an
> interesting sense of humor and a thing for Xander
> and for Angel. The older men, however in her mind,
> see her as the cute younger sister they need to
> protect.
>
> Which side is he or she on?:
>
> Buffy’s, but only because it’s her sister. She
> understands why Willow flipped out, and is in
> agreement with Xander that Willow maybe able to be
> saved, somehow.
>
> RP Sample: (This can be short. We just want to make
> sure you have a feel for the character. Two
> paragraphs is fine._ well I gave more then that.
>
>
> Dawn slipped down the backstairs of the hideout,
> trying not to let her sister hear her as she stuck
> out. She had dressed in a pair of faded cargo jeans,
> two t-shirts layered over each other and Buffy’s old
> leather jacket. Her dark curls were caught up in
> low, twisted bun, tucked under an old Superman
> baseball cap of Xander’s. On her feet were a pair of
> black boots that Faith, the rouge slayer had left in
> the old house. On an impulse she had slipped the
> cross that had been in her sister’s top drawer on
> her neck as protection. She knew what she was doing
> dangerous, and if Giles or Buffy found out, she was
> so gonna get grounded for like forever. Dawn picked
> up the backpack from the back porch area and ran
> from shadow to shadow.
>
> Finally she had gotten to the spot, now all she
> could do is wait. While she wasted the precious
> darkness, she remember the way it was back then.
> Before this Nightmarish hell began. Back then,
> Willow and Tara, in love, Buffy was finally getting
> get back together. And for once, she had finally
> felt safe. Then Tara was killed, and well, she
> learned a girl had to make her own safety happen.
> She had learned the hard way that mothers die, no
> one is trusted, and best friends can become your
> worse enemy in a instant. She had learned those
> lessons, fast and hard. Dawn was no longer the child
> she had been a mere six months prior.
>
> Back then she had been overly emotional, crying,
> feeling left out and unloved. Now, even as argued
> with Buffy, studied under Giles’s watchful eyes, and
> worked with Xander to find a way to save Willow, she
> never forgot what she learned on that day when the
> world ended for her. She had learned to depend on
> her, do whatever it takes to make it. And she knew,
> somehow, she and those she loved would make it, even
> if it meant lying to them every night.
>
> Now, she was standing there, as a gentle rain fell,
> waiting in the dark like a criminal. She stood just
> inside the old abandoned doorway of the Magic Box,
> waiting for her demon contact. And there he was,
> Clem, her old friend but now he was a buyer of goods
> that only the younger Summer girl could get him.
>
> “Hey”, Dawn said in a nonchalance voice.
>
> “You got the stuff?” the overly wrinkled demon said.
>
>
> “Yeah you got what I asked for?” Dawn replied
>
> “yeah, here it is.” He handed her backpack. Dawn
> unzipped and checked and smile when she saw what was
> needed .
>
> “Here ya go.” Dawn handed over a plastic bag from
> her backpack. "don't waste it."
>
> As Dawn walked away she smiled, thinking of how much
> Giles would love the fact that amazingly enough, he
> had gotten three of his old magicak books from the
> Magic box that could have sworn he had lost. Not bad
> for a small box of nacho cheese bugles, a bag of
> mixed nuts, and three hot pink Hostess Snowballs.
>
>
> To Win, you must first lose,
> to Triumph, you must first know defeat
> for life is a balance, one goes with the other
> and without experincing hate,
> you will never appreciate love.
>
>
>
>
> Name: Dawn Catherine Summers
> Personality (just a few lines is fine, although we
> love detail):
>
> Dawn, though she is human now, not so long before
> this was nothing more then a great big ball of
> restless energy, a key in which opened certain
> dimensional doorways to unknown worlds. She is
> smart, sometimes too smart for her own good. She
> also has other small problems such as being a thief.
> She currently is 17,and works as a smuggler unknown
> to her older sister’s knowledge. Xander knows, and
> even as he disapproves, he understands. Dawn, being
> more then human, has a way of dealing with the
> demons in Sunnydale. She is pretty, with dark hair,
> blue eyes, and clear pale skin. She has an
> interesting sense of humor and a thing for Xander
> and for Angel. The older men, however in her mind,
> see her as the cute younger sister they need to
> protect.
>
> Which side is he or she on?:
>
> Buffy’s, but only because it’s her sister. She
> understands why Willow flipped out, and is in
> agreement with Xander that Willow maybe able to be
> saved, somehow.
>
> RP Sample: (This can be short. We just want to make
> sure you have a feel for the character. Two
> paragraphs is fine._ well I gave more then that.
>
>
> Dawn slipped down the backstairs of the hideout,
> trying not to let her sister hear her as she stuck
> out. She had dressed in a pair of faded cargo jeans,
> two t-shirts layered over each other and Buffy’s old
> leather jacket. Her dark curls were caught up in
> low, twisted bun, tucked under an old Superman
> baseball cap of Xander’s. On her feet were a pair of
> black boots that Faith, the rouge slayer had left in
> the old house. On an impulse she had slipped the
> cross that had been in her sister’s top drawer on
> her neck as protection. She knew what she was doing
> dangerous, and if Giles or Buffy found out, she was
> so gonna get grounded for like forever. Dawn picked
> up the backpack from the back porch area and ran
> from shadow to shadow.
>
> Finally she had gotten to the spot, now all she
> could do is wait. While she wasted the precious
> darkness, she remember the way it was back then.
> Before this Nightmarish hell began. Back then,
> Willow and Tara, in love, Buffy was finally getting
> get back together. And for once, she had finally
> felt safe. Then Tara was killed, and well, she
> learned a girl had to make her own safety happen.
> She had learned the hard way that mothers die, no
> one is trusted, and best friends can become your
> worse enemy in a instant. She had learned those
> lessons, fast and hard. Dawn was no longer the child
> she had been a mere six months prior.
>
> Back then she had been overly emotional, crying,
> feeling left out and unloved. Now, even as argued
> with Buffy, studied under Giles’s watchful eyes, and
> worked with Xander to find a way to save Willow, she
> never forgot what she learned on that day when the
> world ended for her. She had learned to depend on
> her, do whatever it takes to make it. And she knew,
> somehow, she and those she loved would make it, even
> if it meant lying to them every night.
>
> Now, she was standing there, as a gentle rain fell,
> waiting in the dark like a criminal. She stood just
> inside the old abandoned doorway of the Magic Box,
> waiting for her demon contact. And there he was,
> Clem, her old friend but now he was a buyer of goods
> that only the younger Summer girl could get him.
>
> “Hey”, Dawn said in a nonchalance voice.
>
> “You got the stuff?” the overly wrinkled demon said.
>
>
> “Yeah you got what I asked for?” Dawn replied
>
> “yeah, here it is.” He handed her backpack. Dawn
> unzipped and checked and smile when she saw what was
> needed .
>
> “Here ya go.” Dawn handed over a plastic bag from
> her backpack. "don't waste it."
>
> As Dawn walked away she smiled, thinking of how much
> Giles would love the fact that amazingly enough, he
> had gotten three of his old magicak books from the
> Magic box that could have sworn he had lost. Not bad
> for a small box of nacho cheese bugles, a bag of
> mixed nuts, and three hot pink Hostess Snowballs.
>
>
> To Win, you must first lose,
> to Triumph, you must first know defeat
> for life is a balance, one goes with the other
> and without experincing hate,
> you will never appreciate love.
>
>
>
>