Chloe Marcelle
Aug 24, 2011 23:09:02 GMT -5
Post by Chloe Marcelle on Aug 24, 2011 23:09:02 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Chloe Jeanne Marcelle
Nicknames: Chlo
Age: 16
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Reanimate
Play By: Alexis Bledel
The Details
Hair Color: brown
Eye Color: blue
Any Piercings? ear piercing only one per ear
Any Tattoos? nope
Any Scars? minor ones: one on her knee from a bicycle accident when she was seven, scratches on her upper arm from her pet cat, knick on her thumb from a slip of the knife while cooking
General Appearance:
Walking down the hallway is a girl who holds herself as though she were royalty. Head held high, back straight, with a confident and graceful stride she is the picture of aristocratic raising. From her salon cared for hair, down to her classy high heeled shoes. Not many high school students look, walk, or have mannerisms like this girl. She was raised with a firm hold on how things used to be. When girls wore skirts or dresses, heels, pearls, and hats on sunny days.
She smiles politely always trying to keep up the appearance of calm and serenity. Her speech is an echo of an earlier time proper, and formal with a hint of a French accent. Bright, slightly arrogant eyes hide the near constant fear and hesitancy that peeks out now and again. Make-up with near perfect application is always on her face when out in public. Down a slender neck falls curled brunette locks upon dainty shoulders. Beyond lay willowy arms, a sadly flat chest, trim waist, and long legs reaching down to delicate feet.
Personality:If one couldn’t tell just by looking at her she comes from money, and she knows it all too well. In her world money makes all the difference. How much money one has, how old the money is, and where it comes from makes a person. This is a girl used to getting respect because of her last name and who her family just so happens to be. A girl used to only speaking to people with money. If they didn’t they were servants or someone serving her somewhere. So coming to the school she might take a bit to adjust to all the different social classes.
She respects her elders, period. Her peers on the other hand not as much. Outwardly she is the sweet Queen to her subjects, but even so she tries to associate herself with only the cream of the crop. Many find her stiff, distant, and let’s face it, stuck up. But once she figures out she’s alone, and a ‘disgrace’ to her family that might change rather quickly. She’s never been free of her families grasp. Never stepped out of line. What will the proper mouse do now that it has been set free?
Your Vices
Likes: lace, dresses, baking, symphonic metal bands, texting, magazines, shopping, tea
Dislikes:anything dead, most comedies, horror movies, most sodas, driving, fish, school mascots, the piano
Strengths: piano, baking, etiquette, multiple languages, writing
Weaknesses: singing, math, sports, empathy toward poor people, views herself as privilege because she is rich and people should respect it
Fears: her powers, creepy crawlies: snakes, bugs, spiders, worms etc., cemeteries, failing/disappointing her family, becoming a social outcast
Secret:Her first kiss was to her best female friend when they were twelve. She has never kissed another girl since.
Family Ties
Father:Andre Marcelle, 42
Mother:Jannette Marcelle, 39
Siblings:Christian Marcelle, 16 (yes, they’re twins)
Any Other Important People:Grandmother: Beatrice Depardieu, 87
History
Not a very exciting life to start with. The girl was raised in one of the most controlling environments possible. What she ate, when she ate it, and how much of it she ate was decided for her. What she wore, where she got it, and when she’d wear it was planned out in advance. Who she spoke with, became friends with, and even dated was first run through her mother and grandmother. Lessons started early from singing, to horse riding, and of course etiquette. The singing didn’t last long since they soon found out she was tone deaf. Horseback continued though nothing really came of it. Etiquette followed with debutant balls, teas, and weekends at the country club.
With Harvard down the way she was sent to the most prestigious private schools. She would be involved in school activities, charity, and anything else that would look good on a Harvard application. Then that golden dream ended when her pet cat Phoebe got hit by a car. Wait, you say? How does a cat dying keep a person out of Harvard? Let’s explain.
The cat jumped out the window while they were doing the annual spring cleaning before the charity auction her grandmother runs every year. Running after her beloved pet a boy who gardens for them yanked her back just seconds before her neighbor smashed into the animal. The woman got out yammering on her cell phone frantic that she just hit the feline. Chloe stood in horror then ran to scoop up the crushed body holding it to her chest. Tears streaming down her face her mother screaming to put down that dead animal, she heard meowing. Then after a few seconds of denial she lowers her arms to find her cat alive and mewing up at her.
They’d always said she would be a late bloomer. Always such a skinny, frail child, and late maturity ran on her mother’s side. Her ‘satanic power’ as her grandmother loves to call it finally kicked in at sixteen. A week later she was on a plane to the grand school for ‘cursed little devils’. Now she avoids anything that could be dead, but sometimes it just happens. Walking through the garden? A dead bird flies into the air only to collapse a few feet away. Dead flies in classrooms, or even a mouse in a trap. She doesn’t do it on purpose and avoids it as much as possible. They tell her she has to use it to learn to control it, but all she can think of that she just wants it to go away.
Roleplay Example
Example from another site:
A very elaborate table was set up in the middle of the woods with all sorts of treats set up. Mostly cakes, sweets, candies, and about three dozens different tea sets. He'd read somewhere that people liked tea parties. The man in the book he'd read wore a big top hat and held random tea parties with a rabbit and mouse. So hopping about the table was a rather fat white rabbit nibbling on the flowers instead of drinking tea like the rabbit in the book. And he'd brought at least four mice to have tea with hoping that at least one might actually drink tea.
Sitting there in his high wing backed velvet chair he smiled. This was a brilliantly joyful idea. Feet dangling over one of the arms of the chair he tilted his head back blowing bubbles from a giant bubble wand. The iridescent bubbles floated about the clearing as he hummed merrily feet bobbing with the tune that was currently stuck in his head.
Now he just needed to wait for someone to show up so he and the rabbit could sing about someone's unbirthday, whatever that might be. He didn't sing very often but he did find that breaking out into song when appropriate did lighten the mood. Blowing more bubbles he grinned when he noticed that the tea pots and tea cups were all floating about as though they were dancing to the song in his head.
Bubbles, pixies, and small rodents could be found all over the area and in the midst of it all sat a very happy man. A tall, blue top hat firmly set on his head with a velvet maroon smoke jacket, and white ruffled shirt adorned his form with polka dot pants and black loafers. The sight was a truly unique and odd sight to behold.size]
What About You?
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Name: Thirteen
Age: young twenties
Experience: about a decade
How Did You Find Us? Fate found you
Ready To Play?My fingers are itching to play
