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I really really want to do a like...dungeons and dragons roleplay with none of the dice. Just the roleplay. I guess that would be...just...telling a story.
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I really really want to do a like...dungeons and dragons roleplay with none of the dice. Just the roleplay. I guess that would be...just...telling a story.
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"Too bad the black hasn't faded from my last mental breakdown" by Panic! At the Disco
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I've never met Earl Grey but he seems nice
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If playing The Sims for 13 hours straight isn't a productive weekend, then I don't know what is.
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Mave is a bit stocky, weighing in at around 120 lbs (depending on how many cupcakes she’s eaten) while being 5’2.” Her skin is fine porcelain, smooth and unscathed. When she blushes the colour runs from her cheeks, neck, chest, and even the tips of her ears. Her green eyes and naturally red hair give hints to a bit of her heritage.
Much like her personality, she tends to stray from gaudy and stick to classy. She doesn’t like jewellery most of the time and attempts to keep her wardrobe simple, sweet and convenient. This also helps when she’s baking, since jewellery can often get caught in equipment or end up in the food (blech!).
Speaking of baking, that’s where you’ll find her. Coated in flour and sticky, sugary things. She often forgets to take off her apron and will wear it to the shops or on her way home absentmindedly.
Mave is a sweet girl to put it simply. She lives a simple life with a coupld of sprinkles to liven it up a bit but for the most part she's the smooth-sailing, settle-down type.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Baking, cupcakes, cookies, decorating cakes ✔ Cats and cats and cats and cats ✔Cuddling/Fluff ✔ Foraging her own ingredients ✔ Blue! And pink...hmm ✔ Tea <3
She enjoys finding and helping stray cats as well as adopting them as her own. She can often be found on her way into the woods and picking berries, herbs and mushrooms.She used to like baking in her spare time, but now it’s her job! Don’t tell anyone, but she still enjoys it. Other than that, reading is a big part of her life.
| History |
Mave grew up like every normal Irish girl. She helped plant the seeds, squish bugs that tried to eat the tomatoes, dig up potatoes, string the beans and slop the pigs. They never had cows because they didn’t have the room but sometimes she’d even milk the goats.
She was from a good, Catholic family. They attended every service that her father was sober enough to remember. They did food drives for the unfortunate, prayed with their cloths and beads, and were taught verses and prayers even as children. They were all taught valuable lessons at the end of a leather belt, one for each of the kids with their name etched into the design. Other lessons were taught by her mother, like how to darn a sock, how to can vegetables, and how to make a flaky, butter pastry within ten minutes.
Maybe her childhood started her love for food, borderline fascination or obsession with it. It was a mixture of science, art, and magic that at the end of the day you could eat. Although, this was all she knew of science or art as a child because she was homeschooled until high school. Her parents thought that a more valuable education could be taught at home but quickly realised that high school was an important time for kids to learn social skills and trigonometry, of which they gave no cares for.
She found her open door when she was invited to take part in a Pastry Chef course that began during her senior year. She was taken in as an exchange student and spent a week learning from and training in the styles of several European countries. At first, her parents were reluctant until they heard that the leader of the program was Catholic as well and would be sure that all the students behaved and dressed properly. The program ended with the end of the year and she would have been home in time for the festivities had she not been at the top of her program. They spent a week competing, much like Master Chef, and their finale even made it on local television in the UK (Their base station was London).
Sadly, she did not win the overall challenge but she made it to the finale, and for that she was proud. She would have never imagined getting this far in life so early, and yet she had to look forward to going back to her same town with the same people and same backwards thinking. She now had the tools to move on with her profession, and who knew where that would take her.
One glimmer of light pressed through her thoughts. She had left behind a boy, one that her parents knew nothing of nor will they ever if they were both to survive. Sadly, this meant there was no way for them to communicate during the time she was gone. She was bursting with happiness at the thought of seeing his face again. The farmhand of her brother, he was older, wiser, stronger...dreamier than the boys at school. He didn’t throw paper wads, he picked tobacco. He didn’t make fun of her books, he shovelled shit. He didn’t grope her in class, he made the gentlest of love.
She thought that her affairs with Aaron were on tight lockdown but there was a chance some of her friends found out. So long as her parents didn’t know, she would be satisfied.
| Family |
Mave is one of seven children, a bit much for her area but nothing unthinkable. There are plenty of people with more, but three or four would be considered “normal.” Name-Gender-Age: Gerald-Male-24 (Neighbor), Talia-Female-20, Albe-Male-19, Aiden-Male-14, Reagan-Female-7, Liam-Male-2
| Strengths |
Food making
Cloth making/repairs
Having a gentle heart
| Weaknesses |
Manipulable, naive
Socially different
Feels emotions deeply. When happy, very happy. When angry, run.
Superstitious, will often read into things too far
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Likes: Skating, gum, causing trouble, getting away with causing said trouble, music, louder music, tattoos, piercings, hanging out on the swings at the park
Currently studying the complexities of paint peeling off a wall, referred to in some cultures as “unemployed”
Personality/Bio: Pen is a spunky girl with enough attitude for a handful of teenagers. She’s interested in anything that tickles her fancy, be it flirting, graffiti, stealing or anything that seems fun. Some of her favorite hobbies are teasing cuties and pissing off boring normies. Her hair seems like it changes color every week, maybe to match her mood or maybe she just keeps up with the date.
Everything about her family seemed to repress her. She always wanted to be a success but not because of “daddy’s money” but in spite of it. Alongside it, even. There was nothing she wanted to be more than a success, but she didn’t want it to be because of her family’s money. She wanted to carve her own way through the world and own it. At the age of 13, Pen lived with her friends most of the time but came come about 50% of her time off school and work but by the age of 16 she was basically moved out. They would see her on the weekends every now and then with just enough time for her to swoop in, throw her laundry in to clean and steal some food. She always made sure to have ample time to mess up her mother’s perfectly set up couch and put her feet on the coffee table. The longest she can be in the house is around an hour or two before there’s yelling, fighting, and slamming of doors. She tries to keep her visits as close to this time restraint as possible.
Her parents were the ones who had gotten her interested in music, paid for her to learn how to read sheet music, how to keep beat. They seemed so surprised when she claimed she wanted to pursue it, though. They had put so much pressure on her childhood self to learn and dedicate hours of work to perfecting the art and wanted her to suddenly drop it to go to college. She did not have their blessing, so she left.
It was the best decision she had ever made. Of course, she missed her little sister. She’d write songs to her sister in hopes that she’d listen. She’d pop in and torture her sister at all times possible, she even tried to dress her up and take her out. But, the girl was thoroughly brainwashed by her parents. It made her heart ache, the girl had so much potential but she just slid around the well-paved tracks that her parents had planned for her even before she was born.
The years she spent hopping city to city, putting on shows, looking for gigs, and mostly finding small jobs were the foundation of who she really was. She knew that she wasn’t some factory-made person, she was real and she personally made herself into who she is. Of course, their antics got them kicked out of stages, arenas, or even entire cities but they kept with it. Everything was going well until one of their members was thrown into jail and another quit because they thought he was the backbone. They were no strangers to replacing members, but it seemed like it was finally time to move on. The two left decided to go their own ways and hopefully join a more stable band. Pen often looks at her time as practising, auditioning for a real band.
And thus, she is brought to Shine City. Homeless, detested by her family, and nowhere to work she decides to go to a bigger city to work it all out. It was her last chance, plus, she was sure that she could bunk with her sister for awhile. Even though the bitch acted like she hated her, deep down in she could never turn her away.
(Aka me in middle/highschool)
Mimiko Breckenridge
Age: 19 Height: 180cm Weight: 65kg Likes: ‘Only the finest,’
Intelligent conversations, tea, vintage dolls, books (practically bibliophile), cats, bunnies, knitting and sewing her own clothes, flower and herb gardening, piano music, classic music, don’t tell but she likes EDM, daffodils, light blue, baking
Dislikes: ’I have a distaste for anything improper,’
Unmannerly conduct, public displays of affection, those who don’t keep promises, those who don’t follow the rules, senseless disobedience, loud racket, chewing gum, tardiness, children, sloppy speech, heavy or greasy food Party Trick: 'I do not want to brag, but I can make a flower bloom in a pot of tea. It’s quite beautiful,' Profession: ‘I’m a librarian, of course. I work part-time but hopefully I will be the head librarian one day. My dream job is to own my own bookstore-Café,’ Personality: Some may say she has a stick up her...well, you know but she doesn’t see it that way. Society has rules and it’s much simpler for everybody to get along if they are followed. If you must act like a barbarian, do not expect her to take a liking to you. If she corrects your grammar or syntax, think of it as a compliment and a way to say, ‘I love you and care about your education.’ Mimiko knows she’s picky, but she also knows that she’s worth it. She has been raised with a silver spoon so she may lack the integrity to work through difficult situations even if her parents were tough on her grades and activities. She’s a character that everyone loves to hate, the real challenge is finding something to like about her.
Background: Mimiko….Breckenridge. It doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. Her parents decided to name their first child - her older sister - with a classic English name. The second would have a Japanese name in order to represent her mother’s culture. Interestingly enough, they lean toward the opposite cultures of their namesake.
Mimiko was raised on baby grand pianos with nannies and maids. Her sister slid down the curved railing at the last minute and caused trouble every morning while she had her nose stuffed in a book, waiting. She could not ever understand why Penelope refused to listen and cooperate, things went quickly and smoothly. This helped shape the way she acts and reacts in many situations with her peers.
She was always mature for her age which was further portrayed by her early height. People always mistook her for the older sister based both on action and size. Mimiko is unsure of which came first - was she mature because people thought she was larger and, therefore, older or was she always mature and simply enhanced the misconception with her size. Not that it mattered anyway.
In a way, it was a good thing that her parents never attended to her as she was allowed to choose her path as she wished. She loved ballet and water ballet when she was younger but lost interest as well as in piano. As much as she loved to hear the strings pluck inside, playing wasn’t her talent and she lacked rhythm.
As her childhood interests waned the velocity of her book reading picked up speed. She had always loved books but she found interest in a large span on categories. She became a voracious reader, the pages slipping through her fingers just long enough for her to digest the story and then moving along to yet another one. The library in her house was modest but she soon ran out of books that interested her within it. Her favourite books are classics and poetry books. She even dabbles in young adult sections every now and them - it is possible to find true gems.
She decided to come to Shine City to leave their gated community for something a bit more exciting and with more opportunity for her future business. She was enrolled in the Academy in a rather dull and normal process - grades, merits, and daddy’s help. Much was the way she was signed part-time with the library and received an open apartment more quickly than usual.
After graduating high school at the age of 16 she attended college for four years, double majoring in biology and ecology/evolution/conservation. During this time she was recruited as a field scientist and spent her last three summers in Africa a to work on an evolution project. Her sector mostly handled Zimbabwe and Botswana. She speaks fluent English and Swedish as well as medical latin, although she’d like to learn more.
Kiki doesn’t give a f😸ck. Despite what people might think by her appearance, Kiki is an intelligent and successful human being. She graduated high school early and has earned marks toward being a scientist. She’s even a greenie, eating organic, recycling and is a fan of Green ideas. Green is the new pink. Pink is the new black. Besides studying, she enjoys quite a bit of music and art, which is how she came across her style. She could never choose if she wanted to be frilly and girly or black and moody so she chose both! She can both scoff with disgust and giggle like a schoolgirl without feeling out of character.
👽 Quirks | Habits 👽
Chewing on pens Counting to 4 over and over again, steps, breaths and such Sometimes what she touches in a certain way she feels like she needs to do the same with the other hand
😃 Likes & Dislikes 😨
✔ Science/Knowledge ✔ Discovery ✔ Cats ✔ Cute things! ✔ Cupcakes ✔ Telling people exactly what she’s thinking ✔ Seeing people’s face when they find out what she’s like
✖ Being ignored ✖ Stupidity ✖ People who think that they’re “normal” ✖ Judging by outer appearances ✖ Being told what to do ✖ Pineapples on pizza. Fight me.
💄 In-Depth Appearance 💄
In short, Kiki looks like an angry ball of cotton candy. Her teased, curled up locks of hair stand out from her head and rest on her shoulders. Her dark makeup and plushy pink lips round out the look. Her skin is fair and she has no visible tattoos when wearing regularly fitting clothes. She is short, only about 5’2” but her thick boots boost her an inch. She’s thin, but not bony, weighing about 115lbs. Perhaps the reason that she dresses up her body so much is the fact that she is uncomfortable with it. Her torso is unproportionally long and adversely that makes her legs a bit shorter, adding to the effect that she is stubby. She’s learned to not care and just wear cute skirts instead. On flight: Black, oversized jumper - Picture of cat, “Black cats steal hearts not souls” Spaghetti strap shirt - Floral Pink, ripped jeans that you can see the socks under Long socks - Black with pink skulls all the way up Combat boots - Black Fingerless gloves - Black Three thin necklaces of different lengths Skeleton earrings Large, round sunglasses - Pink rims Small black wristlet - ID, Papers, Passport, Money, Cards Ribbon in hair Headphones and old iPod nano
👢 Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. 👢
She usually wears chokers, but necklaces are nice, too. Sometimes a ring, bracelet or earrings are thrown into the bunch but she always wears a thin, silver toe ring from her sister. Tattoos: Abandoned building in moonlight-Right shoulder, Skull with roses exploding from it-Right side ribcage, Cat with floral crown-Left thigh,Galaxy-colored moon-back of neck.
To her dismay, most of her (boring) clothing would be provided. They’d tie her up in beige, weather-appropriate clothes and things less offensive to the area. Because of this, she only bothered to pack one of her own outfits along with underwear, an extra sports bra, plain black t-shirts, extra boots and her supplies inside of their own seperate briefcase. She didn’t even bring a cell phone or bother to apply for a weapons permit for the hold as these would all be on-site for her. The only actual “survival” item she bothered to take was a cute canteen that she found with black cats all over it.
Plastic tubes with lids and swabs for samples
Water testing supplies
Small, low-powered microscope
Glass slides
More detailed reading about species of animals and plants in the area
Notecards on tribes and words in their language with a phonetic helper (Hello, I am not dangerous, I am studying nature etc)
Isopropyl alcohol
Agar plates, powdered agar and a single-plate incubator with swabs
College-ruled notebook - .5 inch thick
Small, 2-ounce dropper vials of hydrochloric acid, ascorbic acid, indophenol, Lugol's iodine etc inside of a bulletproof case
Test tubes
💼 Contents of Carry-On Bag 💼
Backpack of Doom:
Comfy sleeping gown - Skeleton design
Small makeup bag - Lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, powder. Pencils and pens in here, too.
Field guide, important notes on species - Book, 2.5 inch thick hardback
Daily journal with ample room for writing - Pink and black stripes
Digital Camera
Wristlet with papers, ID etc.
Solar charger - Can charge her phone in about 5 hours and the camera in 8-12
🍖 Business or Pleasure? 🍖
Business. As an upcoming and knowledgeable biologist, she has been hired toward medicinal advancement involving Tibet. The locals have a surprisingly low number of deaths and diseased persons so her company has sent her to gather what she can in the next three months.
☼ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☽
Although well-acquainted with both, she was last in Africa so she’s a bit sick of it. She’s looking forward to being shut into meetings, labs and monasteries for the first week. Although, that will wear on her as well and she’ll probably enjoy getting dirt on her hands and making rad discoveries.
❤ Role Play Sample ❤
Kiki stood outside of her apartment and chewed her gum as she waited. The taxi from her company should come any minute now. She shifted her weight to her toes and then back to her heels again impatiently. She had already said goodbye to everyone yesterday and pretended that she was leaving just after the party. This was not true, she got a good night's sleep before waking up at 4am to stand outside in the fog for a taxi. Finally, at 04:15 a blue taxi with no light on top pulled around the corner, she waved and they slowly pulled up beside her and rolled the window down. She pulled her headphones around her neck and leaned forward. “Excuse me, do you know if a Ms.Williams lives here?” a man said in fairly good Swedish as he looked up into the windows above.
She scoffed, “That would be me. Do you see anyone else standing outside with luggage?” she held out her arms, both she and the driver were flabbergasted. “My apologies, Miss!” he quickly jumped from his seat and met her on the sidewalk, “It’s just, I usually pick up doctors and biologists for this company,” he chuckled, the faintest smell of aftershave on the middle-aged man’s cheeks. “Are you the daughter of someone in the company? If I would have known I would have never made you wait, Miss Will-” The man stood up as he heard a door shut. She was already sitting in the back with her headphones cupping her ears again. He sighed and placed her carry-on in the back before returning to his seat. She watched with her head resting on the cool window as they drove through the sleepy town. She had only been in her hometown for two weeks but it felt like a lifetime of suffering and enduring her family and their questions. It was quite annoying to explain what she was doing and what she found over and over again and in a simplistic way that they could understand. She was glad to be on the road again.
The neatest thing about going with a company rather than a research team was that she had a card of magic, otherwise known as a credit card. She could use it on essentially anything she wanted, so long as it applied to the mission. If she spent an ungodly amount of money they might look into it but they are covering all of her food, boarding and other various expenses for this trip. Not to mention, she’d be staying with some incredible scientists to work alongside them and learn from them. They’d lead her through everything from their labs to the mountains, teaching her how to make discoveries of her own. Sure, companies were more about finding a use for a discovery but that just added another element to this trip. She was at work, working and it was too good to be true. She bounced as they drove over a bump and groaned. It was an hour ride to the airport and she doesn’t want to think about the amount of time she will spend on a plane.
She didn’t know when she fell asleep but the slowing of the car pulled her out of the light snooze. Her headphones had fallen off of her head and rested on her shoulders. The man was speaking English with someone outside the car. She sat up and leaned forward to see a man in a suit peering back at her, “Ah, you must be Miss Williams!” he was rather obviously American or had spent a lot of time in the country. She kept a stone cold look, “Yes, that’s me. And you are?” she paused the song that was blaring around her neck.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Dr.Andrew Jones. I’ll be briefing you on your stay in Tibet and prepping you. I’ll also be a kind of chaperone,” his smile was so warm it nearly seemed genuine. She just looked at him, deciding to keep her mouth shut. After a moment he clapped his hands together once and walked to the other side of the cab to open her door. She rolled out of the car and walked past him, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. The driver shuffled to the back of the car and gathered her luggage.
It was a long, gruelling wait as she waited for the plane. Dr.Jones here seemed to be able to talk for hours on end. He talked about his family, how he had two little girls, “The little one’s Sarah, she’s just two,” he pointed to the little girl chewing on a stuffed dog’s ear, “And this is Hannah, she’s six and can already read quite well,” How he had worked in Tibet for years, “Beautiful country, Tibet. We’re going to have to take you to the mountains with us, breathtaking views,” And odd little quirks including a love for birds. This funny little guy is a hoopoe, and this is the Golden Pheasant, took the picture in western China while working on a blood-clotting plant. Oh and this is the crowned crane, and…
She had to admit, his ambition and energy were inspiring. She didn’t admit it, but she had taken a liking to this guy. Soon they were called to board the plane and found their seats in business class. It was pretty much like coach but with slightly more leg room and you get your food before coach. As she passed the members of coach she saw their grumpy faces, tiredness, and just a general hatred of being here. She noticed some staring, and even what appeared to be American armed service members, judging by the clothing. She had the privilege of sitting next to the window and having her new guardian on the outside. After her stomach twisted at their ascent, her nerves finally calmed down and they to speak again. And they would be just Dr.Jones.
After some polite conversation, he smacked his lips together, “I almost forgot. I know you passed all of the exams and signed the papers but there’s one last step. I have to quiz you about a few things just to make sure you’re prepared,” Kiki nods once and slides to turn towards him, pausing her music. He pulls out notecards, “Can you identify this plant?” “That’s buckwheat,” she said plainly, he asked if it was edible, “Yes, of course. It’s a wheat,” she shook her head. She wondered if this entire “test” would be like this. “Mustard, edible. Tea leaves, edible. Jasmine, edible. Are you just trying to make me hungry?” She smiled and they both chuckled. After their test of basic flora, fauna, Buddhism, and geography was over he smiled and turned the paper around, “Not bad, 85%. Pretty average score. Just sign here,” He pointed to a small x at the bottom, “Now you’re officially on the team! Welcome.”
About this time the attendants came around with snacks and drink. After getting in some cheese and crackers with juice she rolled to the side and crumpled a pillow under her neck and dozed off. At some point during the flight she awoke to food on her table again. She looked over to a sleeping Dr.Jones and gladly ate her now-cold pasta and lukewarm salad. She drank down the water, passed the refuse to an attendant and fell back asleep.
An unnerving feeling grew through her stomach. She awoke and clutched at her middle, certain that she had food poisoning. She took off her headphones but it took her a few moment to understand the commentary above her. She looked around, dazed as an orange thing comes toward her face. She looked to Dr.Jones and saw an oxygen mask on him. The pressure in the air didn’t feel like it had dropped, her ears didn’t hurt too bad but the deep dips of the plane flipped her stomach over. Dr.Jones spoke loudly to her, “Bend over and put your arms behind your head, like this!” he proceeded to show her, sitting over in his seat and creating a shell over himself. She immediately copied him just as the plane took another dip, feeling like they were now driving over a very gravely road at a high speed. She gagged and winced as the pressure changed, her ears feeling like they might explode. The dip down hadn’t evened out like it had before, instead getting bumpier and throwing them around violently.
Kiki held on tight to herself but suddenly felt a large arm pull her over and a heavy weight on top of her before the disorienting feeling of tipping filled her body she panicked and then everything went dark at once.
Mave is a bit stocky, weighing in at around 120 lbs (depending on how many cupcakes she’s eaten) while being 5’2.” Her skin is fine porcelain, smooth and unscathed. When she blushes the colour runs from her cheeks, neck, chest, and even the tips of her ears. Her green eyes and naturally red hair give hints to a bit of her heritage.
Much like her personality, she tends to stray from gaudy and stick to classy. She doesn’t like jewellery most of the time and attempts to keep her wardrobe simple, sweet and convenient. This also helps when she’s baking, since jewellery can often get caught in equipment or end up in the food (blech!).
Speaking of baking, that’s where you’ll find her. Coated in flour and sticky, sugary things. She often forgets to take off her apron and will wear it to the shops or on her way home absentmindedly.
Mave is a sweet girl to put it simply. She lives a simple life with a coupld of sprinkles to liven it up a bit but for the most part she's the smooth-sailing, settle-down type.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Baking, cupcakes, cookies, decorating cakes ✔ Cats and cats and cats and cats ✔Cuddling/Fluff ✔ Foraging her own ingredients ✔ Blue! And pink...hmm ✔ Tea <3
She enjoys finding and helping stray cats as well as adopting them as her own. She can often be found on her way into the woods and picking berries, herbs and mushrooms.She used to like baking in her spare time, but now it’s her job! Don’t tell anyone, but she still enjoys it. Other than that, reading is a big part of her life.
| History |
Mave grew up like every normal Irish girl. She helped plant the seeds, squish bugs that tried to eat the tomatoes, dig up potatoes, string the beans and slop the pigs. They never had cows because they didn’t have the room but sometimes she’d even milk the goats.
She was from a good, Catholic family. They attended every service that her father was sober enough to remember. They did food drives for the unfortunate, prayed with their cloths and beads, and were taught verses and prayers even as children. They were all taught valuable lessons at the end of a leather belt, one for each of the kids with their name etched into the design. Other lessons were taught by her mother, like how to darn a sock, how to can vegetables, and how to make a flaky, butter pastry within ten minutes.
Maybe her childhood started her love for food, borderline fascination or obsession with it. It was a mixture of science, art, and magic that at the end of the day you could eat. Although, this was all she knew of science or art as a child because she was homeschooled until high school. Her parents thought that a more valuable education could be taught at home but quickly realised that high school was an important time for kids to learn social skills and trigonometry, of which they gave no cares for.
She found her open door when she was invited to take part in a Pastry Chef course that began during her senior year. She was taken in as an exchange student and spent a week learning from and training in the styles of several European countries. At first, her parents were reluctant until they heard that the leader of the program was Catholic as well and would be sure that all the students behaved and dressed properly. The program ended with the end of the year and she would have been home in time for the festivities had she not been at the top of her program. They spent a week competing, much like Master Chef, and their finale even made it on local television in the UK (Their base station was London).
Sadly, she did not win the overall challenge but she made it to the finale, and for that she was proud. She would have never imagined getting this far in life so early, and yet she had to look forward to going back to her same town with the same people and same backwards thinking. She now had the tools to move on with her profession, and who knew where that would take her.
One glimmer of light pressed through her thoughts. She had left behind a boy, one that her parents knew nothing of nor will they ever if they were both to survive. Sadly, this meant there was no way for them to communicate during the time she was gone. She was bursting with happiness at the thought of seeing his face again. The farmhand of her brother, he was older, wiser, stronger...dreamier than the boys at school. He didn’t throw paper wads, he picked tobacco. He didn’t make fun of her books, he shovelled shit. He didn’t grope her in class, he made the gentlest of love.
She thought that her affairs with Aaron were on tight lockdown but there was a chance some of her friends found out. So long as her parents didn’t know, she would be satisfied.
| Family |
Mave is one of seven children, a bit much for her area but nothing unthinkable. There are plenty of people with more, but three or four would be considered “normal.” Name-Gender-Age: Gerald-Male-24 (Neighbor), Talia-Female-20, Albe-Male-19, Aiden-Male-14, Reagan-Female-7, Liam-Male-2
| Strengths |
Food making
Cloth making/repairs
Having a gentle heart
| Weaknesses |
Manipulable, naive
Socially different
Feels emotions deeply. When happy, very happy. When angry, run.
Superstitious, will often read into things too far
{"Marriage is a holy bond...or something like that,"[color=???]}[/color] ⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies [hr.][hr.]
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[center][h2]Azaria[color=bed4f7]B[/color][color=6989bc]l[/color][color=2d5391]u[/color][color=08295e]e[/color][/h2]
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[color=4d681c]INFJ[/color] - [color=9c1aa5]Libra[/color][/sub][/center]
Time is EST. I prefer PM.
Public roleplays I've created (Old->New):
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/44444-m-shalodud/ic]Shalodud[/url]
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/77295-third-rock-highschool/ic]Third Rock High[/url]
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/84121-poseidons-salty-saloon/ooc]Poseidon's Salty Saloon[/url]
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/93883-tourists-of-the-caribbean-island-survival/ooc]Tourists of the Caribbean[/url]
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/153354-worlds-next-superstar/ooc#post-3973941]Hollywood Show-Down[/url]
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/155554-the-turkey-was-pardoned/ooc]The Turkey was Pardoned[/url]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2">Azaria<font color="#bed4f7">B</font><font color="#6989bc">l</font><font color="#2d5391">u</font><font color="#08295e">e</font></div><br><sub><font color="#4d681c">INFJ</font> - <font color="#9c1aa5">Libra</font></sub></div><br><br>Time is EST. I prefer PM.<br><br>Public roleplays I've created (Old->New):<br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/44444-m-shalodud/ic">Shalodud</a><br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/77295-third-rock-highschool/ic">Third Rock High</a><br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/84121-poseidons-salty-saloon/ooc">Poseidon's Salty Saloon</a><br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/93883-tourists-of-the-caribbean-island-survival/ooc">Tourists of the Caribbean</a><br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/153354-worlds-next-superstar/ooc#post-3973941">Hollywood Show-Down</a><br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/155554-the-turkey-was-pardoned/ooc">The Turkey was Pardoned</a></div>
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