Erzsebet "Irma" McInry

[finny]

Name: Erzsebet McInry. Nickname: Irma.

Approximate Age: Fifteen.

Race: Human.

Physical Description: Irma is a thin and short, with barely a figure -she's an A in the chest- and has hardly any hips or curves to speak of. The girl's skin is pale, and she burns very easily if left out in the sun too long. Doesn't make her sound like a doll at all noooooo. However, her facial structure kind of defeats any notion of her being a male. Not that Irma would care either way. Her eyes are a large, olive-hazel color, and they would be rather charming if it weren't for the fact that the girl is almost always wearing a sh*t eating smirk, and doling out insensitive/sarcastic comments. Irma's hair is short and cropped, dyed a rather dark teal color.

Her figure -or lack thereof- doesn't really bother her much, seeing as all she wears are long sleeved shirts and beat up jeans, her outfit of choice being a turquoise beater, with a dark, dark grey zip up sweater worn over it. The only outstanding thing would be her brown and bright orange striped scarf, which she wears most all the time, even when it's warm out. So far, nobody has figured out why. Nobody probably will, either. On her face, Irma dons glasses with thick, black, square-ish frames. Yes, they are prescription, and no, she cannot see much without them, thank you. Finally, she wears black, worn and torn leather boots on her feet, over striped toe socks.

Relation to other characters: None yet, but hopefully some shall be made through roleplay! n__n

RP Sample: Irma scratched the back of her head, staring at her finished homework blankly. "Wonderful." she grumbled, sliding her glasses off her face and resting her forehead on the coffee table. "I did it. I finished it. That's great, yeah. What the hell am I supposed to do for the next 6 hours before I go to bed?"

The girl rubbed her eyes, adjusting her scarf as she grudgingly shoved the glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Maybe she'd go to the park.... or maybe not. Too many people there. Stupid people, especially. But then again, it was quite entertaining to observe, on occasion. Irma was slightly worried that if she stayed around people for too long, their stupidity would rub off on her.

It probably wasn't a fair thought at all. Maybe Irma was indeed the stupid one, and the rest of their geniuses were too complex for her small, poor brain to comprehend. Orrrrrr maybe not. She shook the thought, heading out the door empty handed.

Irma climbed up to the highest point of the jungle gym, casually looking down upon all the others there. Playing. Laughing. The occasional scream, either of joy or plight. She chewed on the inside of her lip, monitoring all the chaos in her quiet reserve. Maybe, if nobody bothered her, Irma thought, as she pulled out her notepad, the rest of her day wouldn't be as bad as she'd originally thought it would have.

[Zim]

Accepted!

Inferior human, welcome to the site!

[Sil]

Love this character ^^