Natasha Bliss
| Ya got a name? | *looks at you, and smiles* Yup. What about you? | |
| Ah, that was an easy one. How bout a REAL name? | *rolls her eyes* Natasha Bliss. | |
| What about a nickname? | I don't really have one... but I guess you could call me Tasha if you wanted... *shrugs* | |
| How'd ya get it? | Must I explain? My grandfather used to call me that sometimes... it's short for Na-tasha.... | |
| How old are ya? | I'll be 18 on July 4th *grins* you better remember that! | |
| Whaddaya look like? *receives a 'look' from you* Just answer the question. | I really do have to explain everything... don't I. Ok..let's see. I'm about 5'6, with jet black hair that falls to my shoulders. My eyes are a very dark brown, they're practically black. I have somewhat of an olive complexion. I've been told that I'm very attractive. *licks her lips and looks at you* | |
| I'm assuming you have a personality. What's it like? | I don't put up with any crap. Any. If there's something I don't like about you, I'll let you know. I guess that means I'm honest. What else... I can be somewhat of a tease, I guess.. *laughs* | |
| Ya know your history? | Yeah, I do. *pauses and rolls her eyes* Let's see. My parents died when I was 5, leaving me with Poppa, my grandfather, Henry Bliss. He was a wealthy real estate agent up on the Upper West Side. We had loads of money. He said I was always a handful. I never really had any friends that were girls, they were mainly guys. Poppa said I teased them, so that's why they liked me. I lived with Poppa until September of 1899, when he died. He was the first person ever to be killed by an electric automobile. He left me his money, which is in a trust fund for me for when I turn 18. However, I didn't have a place to stay. I stayed in our house until the bulls found me. They threw me on the streets, and 5 years later, I'm here. *crosses her arms in front of her* | |
| M-hm. I see. Got any friends or relatives? | *shakes her head* No, I'm the only surviving Bliss. As for friends, well, I move around to much to make any. *shrugs, and it looks like it doesn't bother her too much, though inside, it does. A lot.* | |
| You got a special someone? | *bursts out laughing* That's funny. Really. But really, it's much more fun to have the guys running after me *grins* | |
| Anything else you wanna let us know? | Hmm... not especially. Which way to the boys' bunkroom? *grins* |