Who is the black haired girl? I am not sure if you mean my character or Tip's.
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Lets try this again, Once more into the rapids that are group rps. Perhaps I will find the one that doesn't end a waterfall.
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Noted for the next time that she speaks.
If the colors are annoying I can drop the multicolored but I hoped it would help portray her personality.
Michelle entered the room with a rather optimistic view on things, no one in the room looked like a doctor. She looked at the many different sorts of people that they had placed in the same place, noting the rather interesting group of siblings they all look the same, aside from their captivating hair. It would be better to get in the center to remember all the fantastic models that had been placed before her. It would be a great project to paint them all in so many different styles and colors.
"I should ask each one of them to write a synopsis of their life that way I can capture their spirit on my canvas."
She whispered to herself to gather some resolve to try talking to someone...That wasn't just in her head.
"I should ask each one of them to write a synopsis of their life that way I can capture their spirit on my canvas."
She whispered to herself to gather some resolve to try talking to someone...That wasn't just in her head.
Would that apply to both of the loveless personas?
Reading over the cs's a few times has indeed left me hyped as well.
Mulivon's grumbling had been interrupted by a strange word.
"Ojuchann?"
It didn't run off her tongue well, she turned to the words speaker. A rather shiny woman? So smooth was her hair and skin that it reminded her of a porcelain doll. If it where not strange Mulivon would have ran her fingers through her hair. A tinge of jealousy was felt seeing as her own hair is, while beautiful, far to curly to do anything of that sort.
As she paid more attention to the conversation the woman was attempting to have with her...It was yet again another lecture. She thinks that the gem is pretty? Yet no one else seems to give her treasures any value? It was all getting confusing.
"Smooth one, you say things that are so far contrary to the words of others that I doubt you! My treasures are clearly mere baubles, I have nothing to buy the treats of Iced cream and the coffee. My mother clearly sent me here in the hopes to make me feel a fool. Insolent Ian and Hag Isis, even the Woolly Simon seem to think me nothing more than a stumbling fawn!"
Mulivon was unaware that she had let so much slip from her tongue, nor the fact that she began stomping her feet while she spoke. Mulivon was clearly had grown from irritated to full on angry.
"Ojuchann?"
It didn't run off her tongue well, she turned to the words speaker. A rather shiny woman? So smooth was her hair and skin that it reminded her of a porcelain doll. If it where not strange Mulivon would have ran her fingers through her hair. A tinge of jealousy was felt seeing as her own hair is, while beautiful, far to curly to do anything of that sort.
As she paid more attention to the conversation the woman was attempting to have with her...It was yet again another lecture. She thinks that the gem is pretty? Yet no one else seems to give her treasures any value? It was all getting confusing.
"Smooth one, you say things that are so far contrary to the words of others that I doubt you! My treasures are clearly mere baubles, I have nothing to buy the treats of Iced cream and the coffee. My mother clearly sent me here in the hopes to make me feel a fool. Insolent Ian and Hag Isis, even the Woolly Simon seem to think me nothing more than a stumbling fawn!"
Mulivon was unaware that she had let so much slip from her tongue, nor the fact that she began stomping her feet while she spoke. Mulivon was clearly had grown from irritated to full on angry.
I feel like I am missing the chance to use a pun involving drums, but I can not think of a percussion based item. Perhaps it will "strike" me later?
My sincerest of congratulations miss Scarlett.
My sincerest of congratulations miss Scarlett.
I "see" what you did.
I really should hit refresh before I post.
I really should hit refresh before I post.
Name Michelle Loveless/ Michel Loveless
Age 17
Gender Female
Appearance
Adaptation: Michelle has developed an ability that allows her to manipulate various types of ink and paint, but Michel can manipulate whatever the paint and ink is applied too.
Song Michelle https://youtu.be/I8bXslAkovQ Michel https://youtu.be/TkV5709EG5M
Bio
Michelle was the product of young love, her parents tried to make it work for her sake. Her parents felt responsible at first but as the younger years went by it turned into a feeling of obligation. As such they began to move apart before the marriage was annulled. Neither parent was skilled in the art of subterfuge so the constant fighting about who and when rang out in their small home. It would last till the father took a step to far, bringing home one of his friends.
It was when Michelle was five that she bore witness to something that would disturb even her young mind. When the therapist asked her what had happened, Michelle would simply smile and talk of the beautiful red painting her mommy had made. What she omits is that her fathers various limbs and innards acted as accents and brushes to create this mural. This at first seemed to do little to the young girl but as she grew a second self made itself visible and Michel showed the suppressed confusion and anger.
After years in the care of professionals she had been deemed well enough to be introduced to a specialized home for children of similar circumstance. Michelle had even gone to school for a few months, and found herself in love with painting. Michelle was quite though, and rather attractive for her young age of 14, this brought both the attention of the pubescent boys and the ire of the girls. One day after as per her routine she went to paint during the lunch hour, only to find a pair of rather angry harpies waiting on her. They began to berate her for her fake cuteness, and her creepy obsession with paint, none of the bothered her, it was when they mocked her being a motherless unloved 'bitch' that she let Michel out.
Michel noticed they had used her red paint to cover the painting that Michelle had been working ever so hard on. "Well if that isn't the damnedest thing. I am out of red, you two wont mind if I get some more." The girls would of course scoff at this sudden confidence, thinking it nothing more than a ruse to alleviate pain. They would attempt to intensify the bullying by knocking the ruined piece from its place on the easel. "Now, I need a new canvas." Michel would stand slowly, grabbing a tool mixed within her bag of pencils and brushes.
"Would you like to see how this unloved, abandoned artist portrays her pain? I promise my work is truly amazing"
Michel's work lacked the blissful out look of Michelle's work but it showed a vibrant use of reds and blacks. A improvement upon her mothers work for sure, her mother had a rage based on jealousy Michel's was one of pure sorrow and torment.
Her admittance was hardly a surprise, Michel was a persona that needed to be contained despite Michelle's innocence in the matter. Strangely though she did not go back into her rather lenient asylum she ended up in a true hell. Rather than help her quell her sorrow, they where far more interested in making Michel a stronger influence in Michelle. It is no longer I, it is They.
Personality Michelle is reserved but she still enjoys the company of others, she tries to be the objective person in situations of stress. Michel is very volatile but she does not have a pure blood-lust, She desires purest expression, to let loose her pain upon canvas or others.
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Age 17
Gender Female
Appearance
Adaptation: Michelle has developed an ability that allows her to manipulate various types of ink and paint, but Michel can manipulate whatever the paint and ink is applied too.
Song Michelle https://youtu.be/I8bXslAkovQ Michel https://youtu.be/TkV5709EG5M
Bio
Michelle was the product of young love, her parents tried to make it work for her sake. Her parents felt responsible at first but as the younger years went by it turned into a feeling of obligation. As such they began to move apart before the marriage was annulled. Neither parent was skilled in the art of subterfuge so the constant fighting about who and when rang out in their small home. It would last till the father took a step to far, bringing home one of his friends.
It was when Michelle was five that she bore witness to something that would disturb even her young mind. When the therapist asked her what had happened, Michelle would simply smile and talk of the beautiful red painting her mommy had made. What she omits is that her fathers various limbs and innards acted as accents and brushes to create this mural. This at first seemed to do little to the young girl but as she grew a second self made itself visible and Michel showed the suppressed confusion and anger.
After years in the care of professionals she had been deemed well enough to be introduced to a specialized home for children of similar circumstance. Michelle had even gone to school for a few months, and found herself in love with painting. Michelle was quite though, and rather attractive for her young age of 14, this brought both the attention of the pubescent boys and the ire of the girls. One day after as per her routine she went to paint during the lunch hour, only to find a pair of rather angry harpies waiting on her. They began to berate her for her fake cuteness, and her creepy obsession with paint, none of the bothered her, it was when they mocked her being a motherless unloved 'bitch' that she let Michel out.
Michel noticed they had used her red paint to cover the painting that Michelle had been working ever so hard on. "Well if that isn't the damnedest thing. I am out of red, you two wont mind if I get some more." The girls would of course scoff at this sudden confidence, thinking it nothing more than a ruse to alleviate pain. They would attempt to intensify the bullying by knocking the ruined piece from its place on the easel. "Now, I need a new canvas." Michel would stand slowly, grabbing a tool mixed within her bag of pencils and brushes.
"Would you like to see how this unloved, abandoned artist portrays her pain? I promise my work is truly amazing"
Michel's work lacked the blissful out look of Michelle's work but it showed a vibrant use of reds and blacks. A improvement upon her mothers work for sure, her mother had a rage based on jealousy Michel's was one of pure sorrow and torment.
Her admittance was hardly a surprise, Michel was a persona that needed to be contained despite Michelle's innocence in the matter. Strangely though she did not go back into her rather lenient asylum she ended up in a true hell. Rather than help her quell her sorrow, they where far more interested in making Michel a stronger influence in Michelle. It is no longer I, it is They.
Personality Michelle is reserved but she still enjoys the company of others, she tries to be the objective person in situations of stress. Michel is very volatile but she does not have a pure blood-lust, She desires purest expression, to let loose her pain upon canvas or others.
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