Name: Diane Treble
Nickname: (optional) None
Age: 28-30
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
(Her looks are basically the media. She stands at 5'2 and looks too sweet to be harmful like every OC that strolls out of my brain. This is usually the kind of clothes she wears when she's on her days off or trying to relax. What she wears at her job is basically the picture below.)
Species: Human
Weapon(s): None
Power(s): None
Backstory: Find out!
Likes: Hearing her son sing, music, singing herself, having fun -not the dirty kind-, being care free and not having to worry about anything. Her job as a waitress -since she is pretty good at it. The multiple things she can carry is impressive as all hell-.
Dislikes: Those who disrespect her or her son, being ridiculed for her height, being looked down as 'worthless'. Ignorant people, drinking and smoking. Her own parents that disowned her.
Other: Works as a waitress at a good resturant, is the foster mom of Mason, a sweetheart and pacifist.
Scenario one: One day you were at a restuarant known as -insert name 'cause Bry isn't that creative-, since the food and service there was great. You were doing whatever, waiting for a waiter or waitress to come up yo your table when a short, kind looking woman walked up to you with a notepad in hand. "Hello there! May I take your order sweetheart?" She asked in a sweet tone that could get her out of trouble. Taking a moment too long to answer, she had a small look of concern on her face. "Um...Ma'am/Sir, are you okay..?" You..?
Scenario two: Make your own!
(A/N) SHE IS A CINNAMON ROLL THAT CAN'T BE HURT WOSNXKWJDENJWJWOS
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Individual Roleplay book 2.0!
RandomAye guys! I'm going to try to do this again! Let's have some fun shall we?