Post by Persephone Ivy Pritchard on Nov 21, 2012 12:52:06 GMT -5
PERSEPHONE
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[/color] Persephone Ivy PritchardCharacter Name;;
Nicknames;;[/color] Pip (initials), Phee, Ivy. You could call her Percy too...if you're in the mood to lose a couple of limbs.
Race;;[/color] Human
Gender;;[/color] Female
Age;;[/color] 18
Sexuality;;[/color] Heterosexual
Place of Birth;;[/color] London, England
Birthday;;[/color] 31st October
Occupation;;[/color] Waitress at The Bistro
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Hair Colour;;[/color] Naturally Brown, dyed bleach blond.
Eye Colour;;[/color] Cornflower Blue.
Height;;[/color] 5' 8"
Weight;;[/color] 135lbs
Build/Complexion;;[/color] Persephone has very pale skin, almost pure white, and it's free of blemishes. She is quite a thin girl, too, making sure that she doesn't put on too much weight.
Description;;[/color] Persephone has very long, light hair. It stops at around her waist, and falls in waves. She doesn't bother doing anything with it, because she likes her hair enough loose. She thinks that it is her best feature, along with her clear blue eyes. She likes to experiment with makeup, making her eyes as dark as she possibly can without looking stupid. She also uses makeup to hide the dark circles she was under her eyes from lack of sleep (she's an insomniac).
Persephone will dress in a dignified and feminine manner, with an array of neutral tones. She doesn't think it very becoming to dress in a way that would draw attention to herself, despite the fact that she is a human, and that humans are one of the rarer races on the island of Alderford. She will make sure that she is dressed modestly, too. Nothing that goes above her lower thigh, and nothing tighter than a pair or regular skinny jeans.
When walking, Persephone will keep her back straight, and will walk tall. She will always have some kind of spring in her step; as she always has some kind of purpose. Her chin will be tilted up in pride, and her eyes will flicker with a kind of prejudice and malice. It was as if she knew more about you that you thought she did.
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Likes;;[/color]
- Music
- Money
- Power
- Making others feel inferior
- Fashion
- Shopping
- Seeing other people's discomfort
- Her adoptive family
Dislikes;;[/color]
- Contractions (don't, isn't, etcetera)
- Grammatical errors
- The word "ain't" (which is not only a contraction, but also grammatically incorrect)
- Her birth parents
- Weaponry
- Failure
- Losing
- Nicknames (especially "Percy". She can tolerate any other nickname, but "Percy" makes her furious.)
Fears;;[/color]
- Being killed in the war
- The opposing side of the battle
- Her adoptive family being killed in the war
- Torture
- Running out of money
Ambitions;;[/color]
- See the war end
- Become the richest woman alive
- Learn how to play the Saxophone
Secrets;;[/color]
- Actually HAS a heart
- Has insomnia, so hides the dark circles with makeup
- Has a shopping addiction
Personality;;[/color] Persephone is an interesting character. She has been referred to as "stuck up" and "snobby" by others, but she thinks that's because they're jealous. She had everything growing up, except for the luxury of knowing who her real parents were, so why wouldn't they be jealous? But pressing on.
She has also been very frequently been called a "bitch", but she doesn't see why this is. She's very blunt. She speaks her mind. And that makes her a "bitch"? She fails to see how. But, once again, pressing forward. She's also very...well, she could be what some may call a "go-getter". "Failure" is not a word that you will find in her dictionary. There is no room for failure. That was a concept that her adoptive parents drummed into her from a very young age. She is not allowed to fail. And she never does. (Shh, just let her think that.)
She's a musical girl, having been classically trained by her adoptive mother from about the age of five. She can play the harp, the violin, the cello, the piano, the flute...and more. She can sing too, but rarely does. She doesn't think that she requires the ability to sing, even if she has it. She is not interested in vocal music.
She can find it hard to open up to others, as her cold exterior is a defence mechanism. It's something that she picked up on several years ago, when she was told the story of how my birth parents abandoned her. If she doesn't let anyone in, then no one can abandon her. It is easier for her to pretend that she doesn't have a heart than it is to have it broken once more. Even if she never met her birth parents, the fact that they left her as a mere infant has hurt her deeply.
Once a person is close enough to her, though, Persephone is a very loyal, devoted young woman. She will make sure that her friends (however small in number they may be) will never be left high and dry. She will help them out through the darkest of times, and will always be there to have a good time with them, too. he would never admit it, but if someone was close enough to her, she would give up everything to keep them safe/alive. Okay, maybe not everything. But she'd give up as much as she would deem worthy of giving up.
When Persephone is angry, she doesn't let it show. She keeps a calm and level head in almost any situation, unless things have gotten very, very, very out of control. She won't be outright violent in most cases, like some other people might be, but she'll find a sneaky, manipulative way to hurt a person that has angered her. Although, if she is angered enough, then yes, she will start on the violence.
Overall, Persephone Pritchard is not a girl that most people would dare to tangle with. If you manage to get on her good side, then you're safe, though she probably still doesn't like you much. On her bad side? Owch. Good luck.
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History;;[/color] Persephone was born in a small town in London. It was the darker, denser part of the famous city, where crimes were frequent and 'class' was a word unknown to it's residents. Her mother, Freya, was fairly young at the time, too, only 19. There was a lot to worry about when bringing a child into that part of the world. And at such a young age. Freya wasn't sure if she could handle it alone, what with the father of the twins she was carrying having left her a few months before they were due.
In time, Freya went into labor, and gave birth to two beautiful children. One of these children was (or would grow up to be) Persephone Ivy Pritchard. The other, Persephone's younger brother, passed away not long after he was born. The doctors said it was pneumonia, which it was. But the little boy was smaller and weaker than Persephone had been. In all honesty, it wasn't a surprise to Freya when the poor infant died, although it was just as heartbreaking for her.
Freya and Persephone carried on for some while, until Persephone, or "Stacey" as Freya had named her, was six months old. By this time, Freya had decided, with much difficulty, that she was not qualified to raise a child, what with her age, marital status and general demeanor. So, after much thought, she put the child up for adoption, and left without a trace.
It wasn't long before the beautiful baby was adopted by a middle aged couple by the names of Edith and Sebastian Pritchard. They lived in the wealthier, upper class area of London, and had adopted several children like Persephone. Of course, they didn't like the child's commonplace name. "Stacey" was undignified and rather silly, if you asked them. So, they changed her name from Stacey Louise Hartfeld to Persephone Ivy Pritchard, and went back to their home in London.
Once in the capable, strict (yet loving and attentive) hands of Mr and Mrs Pritchard, Persephone grew up well accustomed to having only the finest things in life, along with her adoptive brothers and sisters. She was led to hate her birth parents, after hearing that her father left her mother whilst she was pregnant, and that her mother had given up on her after barely even trying. That hurt her deeply, as she thought she deserved a chance. Didn't everyone deserve a chance?
She didn't have time to ponder this, though. Mrs Pritchard had been a girl's school teacher, and was determined to teach Persephone all that she knew in the ways of music, manners and etiquette. She made sure that she had elocution lessons, so that she wouldn't end up like the common children of London who "dropped their 'aitches like 'ankies" and contracted their words. She had every sort of lesson from the age of five onwards. English, Mathematics, Drama, Music - almost everything one could think of.
By the time Persephone was thirteen years old, she spoke like she was five times her age; with eloquence and pride. She was from a rich family, and was a very spoiled little girl. What she wanted she usually got. Not that this was down to bad parenting, but just a desire to give the child what she had been deprived of before Mr and Mrs Pritchard came into her life; a loving family.
However, all of this meant that Persephone came out of it all very spoiled, rather haughty, proud, and unaccustomed to the modern social hierarchy. There was a place that Persephone had, she just wasn't in it. Her adoptive parents soon noticed how stuck-up and demanding their "daughter" had become, and so moved to a place where she would soon discover where her place was.
The island of Alderford.
Here, Persephone would be at the bottom of the "food chain", so to speak, and would therefore know where her place was, and would know to stay there. Hopefully. The headstrong teenager was unpredictable; her "parents" just hoped that they hadn't been too late. That they hadn't been too giving; too generous or lenient with her.
But, sad to say, her attitude never changed. She still believed that she was better than the people with less money and power than she had, and she soon became cold towards people she didn't know. Her "parents" assumed that it was their fault; that they had done too much for her. However, the truth was, after hearing what her birth parents had done to her, she didn't want to get hurt like that again. The best way to not get one's heart broken, after all, is to pretend they do not have one.
So, now, at the age of 18, she still lives in Alderford. She wants to see an end to the vile war that is tearing the island apart. However, she is too afraid to go and begin change; or to get anyone to do it for her. She is but a human, after all. What ever could she do?
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Role-Play Sample;;[/color] Well, so far, I was most definitely not pleased by what I saw around me. The premises were far too small for my taste; I was used to grounds that were far bigger. There had to have been thousands of students. This was certainly not enough space for all of them. It felt too small for just me, let alone for every other student in the school. It was not pleasant, nor cosy. No, it was just plain silly, in my opinion. There was not a way in heaven that I was going to be able to learn here in comfort. No. Way. In. Heaven.
Sighing uncontrollably, I was now traversing the school halls, just as cramped as the grounds were. Yes, this school was definitely too small for my liking. It seemed that, whenever I took a step, a stupid or unfocused student would dart into my way. Now, if I were not so dignified, I would have let a string of curses bubble from my lips like I had the strong temptation to. But, instead, I found that an icy glare and a sharp "Watch where you are going!" was enough. This amused me; each student here seemed so, very weak willed.
Maybe coming here would not be as bad as I thought.
It wasn't long before I found myself in an area that I thought that I would have liked...but was strangely disappointed by. The Arts Area. It was a fairly small alcove, divided into two by a thin wall. One side was dotted with easels bearing half painted pictures of daffodils and the like. Despite the size, that made me smile. It was...strangely beautiful, what one's hand could create. It was just a shame, from my point of view, that it was such a cramped area. I was sure that the students that had produced this beautiful work would like more space to work with.
And, on the other side, was something that appealed to me more. The Music Department. You see, I had studied Music from a young age, since I was around five years old. I was classically trained; able to play the flute, the harp, the piano, the cello...and others. My adoptive father, Sebastian Pritchard, had once joked that I was a one-woman orchestra. That had made me laugh at the time, and made me inwardly chuckle now.
However small this music department was, I was determined to see if there was anything I could use it for, if there was anything I could play in it. There were several different sounds coming from behind the closed doors of the practise rooms; a soft, female voice from behind one, a rather rough, crunching sound from another. From one, I even heard some...well...some rather strange bashing. I was baffled. Who would consider that music? What was it doing here?
I gave a cursory roll of my shoulders. How peculiar this school was! Considering that rather loud, awful bashing to be music. Music. I scoffed at the very thought. Maybe it was a good thing that I had arrived when I did; maybe I could show some of these clueless pupils what music really was. It was not...bashing. No, it was not even close to that.
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