Post by Ivy Pepper on Jun 23, 2010 23:31:30 GMT -5
[/color][/font]GOOD DAY! IVY PEPPER present.
"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before." -Mae West[/color]
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o u t o f c h a r a c t e r
[/font][/color]Hello, I am ANNI. I have been RPGing for FIVE YEARS.
Othere characters that I play are N/A.
If you need to contact me, please PM me at IVY PEPPER.
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i n c h a r a c t e r
name: Ivy Pepper
nicknames: none
age: 18
occupation: Student
t h e l o o k s
[/font][/center]hair: Dark brown, worn short and wavy.
eyes: Blue.
build: She is of average height, athletic.
distinguishing features: n/a
face claim: Marion Cotillard
t h e p e r s o n a l i t y
likes: reading books, cold baths, dancing, lavender, rose, honeysuckle, the smell of warm milk, figuring out puzzles, the sound of shoes on stone floors, the feel of cool stone, the feel of a mans hand on her arm, combing through her wet hair, wearing luxurious dresses, when it's cold outside and she is by the fireside, discussing interesting topics, singing, target practice with her pistol, and the feeling when she is about to fall asleep.
dislikes: heavy jewelry, the taste of milk, someone saying no to her, a chipped nail, feeling overly hot or overly cold, waking up early, not getting enough sleep, injuring herself, being forced to do something, overly manly men, chauvinistic men, and making a fool of herself, bugs, tangled and messy hair, not being able to be herself, wet grass, almost drowning/breathing water, when her finger tips get wrinkled from long baths, feeling tired, not being asked to dance at a party, being stared at for her differences, overly ruffled or overly done dresses, too much make-up, overly fancy hair dos, and frivolous conversations.
strengths: Curious, intelligent, charming, good at shooting a rifle, tough
weaknesses: Stubborn, has a temper, a little naive,
overall personality: Ivy has a girlish innocence to her, yet she appears to be quite mature. She loves to laugh and have a good time, though she can feel pain with equal emotion.
Ivy can have a vicious temper. When someone hurts her, she lashes out with wit, anger, and a sharp tongue. Ivy is strong, though. When hurt, she feels the pain, but she does not dwell on it. Instead she works through the pain to become a stronger person. Ivy has been hurt a few times, but she is not afraid to open herself up again. The only walls she builds are from shyness.
Ivy is also strong willed. It is hard to get her to do something she doesn't want to do, unless she knows it is the right thing. She doesn't like the word 'no' used on her. And she doesn't give into peer pressure.
Ivy is a hopeless romantic. She always wants the happy ending and everything to be romantic. Though she has never been in love. Sally wishes that she can marry for love like her parents did, though she is a little afraid of falling in love ever since both her parents died. She does not want to fall in love, only to lose that person in a few years.
Ivy cannot easily forgive and is extremely critical of others and herself. She is a little insecure about the way she looks, though she tries to be confident about it.
t h e h i s t o r y
parents: Marie Pepper - mother
Peter Pepper - father
siblings: n/a
other significant people: Atlas May - god father
hometown: Kansas City, Missouri
history: coming soon!
a l i t t l e m o r e
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RPG sample:
The hours dragged on from morning till noon. Sally sat at her desk, filing through papers. A client had already come and gone. Mrs. Bates had come to thank Sally for the stock advice. Now Sally waited until the clock struck noon and she could leave for her lunch break. Though Sally was her own boss, she had a duty to the public to keep regular hours. Of course, on occasion, she would end her hours early, but that was when she was working an important case for a client, or a friend. Sally was not only a financial consultant, but she was also a part-time detective, and on occasion, and accountant for her good friend Fred Garland.
Sally’s thoughts moved to Fred. She had seen him only this morning, though she knew it was soon time for her to move out of the house, now that Rosa was soon to marry. Sally could not be living in a house alone with two men, even if she was forward thinking, because society was not forward thinking.
Finally the clock struck twelve and Sally stood up and smoothed out her charcoal gray skirt. She then grabbed her bonnet, which was a smaller, more feminine version of a top hat with netting, and locked up her office. Her destination was the docks. She would come here to think and reminisce about her father, or her adoptive father that is. Sally was blessed to have two fathers, but cursed to have to murdered fathers.
As Sally walked, she passed by a brothel. She had been in there once or twice before, but not for the establishments intended purpose. Sally had once helped a young prostitute find who had kidnapped her younger sister. It had involved opium, as all Sally’s cases appeared to involve. Sally had only once before purposefully inhaled the intoxicating smoke, but that was for her first case. Now she avoided the drug as best she could.
Sally stopped for a second, once she passed the brothel, to look at something when suddenly a young man jostled her. Sally was knocked against the brick wall near an alley and she nearly tripped, but caught herself. Sally assumed this boy was very much in a hurry and mentally forgave him, though she thought all of this as she righted herself again.
Sally’s thoughts moved to Fred. She had seen him only this morning, though she knew it was soon time for her to move out of the house, now that Rosa was soon to marry. Sally could not be living in a house alone with two men, even if she was forward thinking, because society was not forward thinking.
Finally the clock struck twelve and Sally stood up and smoothed out her charcoal gray skirt. She then grabbed her bonnet, which was a smaller, more feminine version of a top hat with netting, and locked up her office. Her destination was the docks. She would come here to think and reminisce about her father, or her adoptive father that is. Sally was blessed to have two fathers, but cursed to have to murdered fathers.
As Sally walked, she passed by a brothel. She had been in there once or twice before, but not for the establishments intended purpose. Sally had once helped a young prostitute find who had kidnapped her younger sister. It had involved opium, as all Sally’s cases appeared to involve. Sally had only once before purposefully inhaled the intoxicating smoke, but that was for her first case. Now she avoided the drug as best she could.
Sally stopped for a second, once she passed the brothel, to look at something when suddenly a young man jostled her. Sally was knocked against the brick wall near an alley and she nearly tripped, but caught herself. Sally assumed this boy was very much in a hurry and mentally forgave him, though she thought all of this as she righted herself again.
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