Age: 23
Gender: Female
Profession: KST Forever, plays bass (bass guitar and double bass) on the side for inspiration or practice
Voice: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6xaIPszwpo&feature=fvst
Personality: Tends to be apathetic to most things, enjoys peace and quiet, natural mediator, logically minded, and dislikes talking though she is very good at persuasion and manipulation
Family Life: Has a good family life, grew up knowing a large amount of his extended family and saw them uite often. Solange believes family to be a key part of life, whether they be chosen (friends) or not (blood-relations) and that family shpes who you are, for better or worse.
Friends: Solange believs that friends are essential to life also, though prefers a few initmate (purely platonic) relationships instead of many superficial ones. She tends to befriend the less popular people and alwyas treats people equally (with the same amount of distain) unless given a reason to like or dislike someone.
Relationships: None
Other Skills: Writing (not lyrics or poems but stories), sketching/drawing/painting, and mimicking voices and accents
Appearance:
RP Sample: Arkham Asylum: Delirium (Playing as Jonathan Crane, or the Scarecrow- Nolanverse version)
'And managing all the things in her head'? Well he truly did laugh at that. Perhaps it was because he was insane, or perhaps it was because he truly found it funny, or perhaps, it was because the other -crueler- personality was fighting to the surface, but he laughed. By God did that madman laugh. 'Twas the laugh of one who knows he has gone insane but can't quite accept what that really means- perhaps thinking that it only ment he was more intelligent than them all. After all, there is a thin line between brilliance and insanity, a line is a very dreadful thing to cross, don't you think?
Suddenly Crane's laughter, already somewhat disturbing from such a placid and stoic man, took a turn at hysterical, made a right on psychotic, and parked neatly on Unhinged Ave. Soon, though not soon enough for most everyone listening, Crane gathered himself and stood from his doubled over position he had aquired from laughing so hard, straightening his clothes and hair. He looked different somehow, wilder perhaps. Crane cast his eyes downwards, and none saw the flash in his eyes, shadows, it seemed, gathered on his face, giving him a dark and deeply evil - down to a very rotten and deranged core - brilliant in his own right, however. He tilted his head upward to meet his eyes to Quinzel's, his eyes oddly a clear give-away to his unbalanced mind.
Scarecrow's voice was deep and was truly a perverted version of Crane's own, darkened in a terrible way, "You wanna try me, girly?"
Password: Tacos FTW
(P.S. just a note but my writing does usually tend to take a turntowards apathetic or morbid or even somewhat insane... though you might have been able to tell with that sample.)