Post by margretleroux on Mar 11, 2008 18:21:44 GMT -5
Character Basics
Full Name: Margret DePaul
Nickname: Maggie
Birthday: December 3
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Desired Position: Unofficial Playwright
Character Information
Appearance: Maggie has long messy brown hair that’s normally pulled back in some way. Her eyes are deep brown. She has fairly tan skin and lots of freckles. She’s 5’11.
Personality: Some people consider Maggie loud and obnoxious, but those who know her know that she’s very bright and adventurous. She often lets her curiosity take over and is intrigued by anything she doesn’t understand. When she finds someone she admires she follows them around. She hates anyone trying to catch her singing and will often not speak to them for weeks until she forgets the offence. She considers herself very brave, but when faced with anything dangerous there’s a large chance of her backing out. She’s very naive and pretends to know much more about the adult world then she really does.
History: When she was two her parents died, she doesn't really remember them but pretends to. She moved in with her cousins for a few years and when they came across the opera house she tagged along. She lives in an extra room and is told to stay inside the opera house but sneaks out whenever a possibility appears.
Random Info
Likes: Singing quietly, writing, reading
Dislikes: Not knowing what’s going on (especially if it’s related to her), being kept in one place, people not listening to her.
Fears: (must at lest have 3) Anything happening to her cousins, being left alone again, people watching her without her knowing, water
Habits: Writing with her finger in the air, humming when she thinks and then becoming very quiet if she finds anyone listening
Family
Parents: drowned when she was three
Sibling(s): none
Relative(s): Her cousins are Jacob, Andrew and Celestine Leroux
Other
Custom Title: The writer kid
The magic word: Please! Inside my mind
Role Play Sample (3 paragraphs form any rp you did):
Maggie tiptoed across the stone floors trying to be as quiet as possible. When she reached a fork she took out her chalk and made a mark on the wall, the sound of chalk brushing against stone echoed throughout the tunnels She flinched at the noise and shoved the chalk into her pocket.
She had noticed a while back that her shoes were making too much noise and had left them back a ways. She hoped no one would be angry with her when she showed up barefooted and covered in dirt- or soot- or whatever might be covering the floor. She remembered, maybe too clearly, the story of how the opera house had been burnt down all those years ago, maybe this was the ashes. She stopped and pondered this for a moment then bent down and scooped some of it up, dropping it in the secret pocket in her dress.
She walked a little way’s farther marking all the forks with her finger dipped in ashes (which she had officially decided it was), instead of the chalk which she had dropped a while back as well. She shrieked anytime she heard rats at first, but by now she thought them interesting and had picked one up and placed it in her secret pocket along with the ashes, she imagined the rat would feel at home there, it had ashes, it was dark and it never left the opera house. It was then that Maggie felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed and through both her hands up to eye-level.
Full Name: Margret DePaul
Nickname: Maggie
Birthday: December 3
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Desired Position: Unofficial Playwright
Character Information
Appearance: Maggie has long messy brown hair that’s normally pulled back in some way. Her eyes are deep brown. She has fairly tan skin and lots of freckles. She’s 5’11.
Personality: Some people consider Maggie loud and obnoxious, but those who know her know that she’s very bright and adventurous. She often lets her curiosity take over and is intrigued by anything she doesn’t understand. When she finds someone she admires she follows them around. She hates anyone trying to catch her singing and will often not speak to them for weeks until she forgets the offence. She considers herself very brave, but when faced with anything dangerous there’s a large chance of her backing out. She’s very naive and pretends to know much more about the adult world then she really does.
History: When she was two her parents died, she doesn't really remember them but pretends to. She moved in with her cousins for a few years and when they came across the opera house she tagged along. She lives in an extra room and is told to stay inside the opera house but sneaks out whenever a possibility appears.
Random Info
Likes: Singing quietly, writing, reading
Dislikes: Not knowing what’s going on (especially if it’s related to her), being kept in one place, people not listening to her.
Fears: (must at lest have 3) Anything happening to her cousins, being left alone again, people watching her without her knowing, water
Habits: Writing with her finger in the air, humming when she thinks and then becoming very quiet if she finds anyone listening
Family
Parents: drowned when she was three
Sibling(s): none
Relative(s): Her cousins are Jacob, Andrew and Celestine Leroux
Other
Custom Title: The writer kid
The magic word: Please! Inside my mind
Role Play Sample (3 paragraphs form any rp you did):
Maggie tiptoed across the stone floors trying to be as quiet as possible. When she reached a fork she took out her chalk and made a mark on the wall, the sound of chalk brushing against stone echoed throughout the tunnels She flinched at the noise and shoved the chalk into her pocket.
She had noticed a while back that her shoes were making too much noise and had left them back a ways. She hoped no one would be angry with her when she showed up barefooted and covered in dirt- or soot- or whatever might be covering the floor. She remembered, maybe too clearly, the story of how the opera house had been burnt down all those years ago, maybe this was the ashes. She stopped and pondered this for a moment then bent down and scooped some of it up, dropping it in the secret pocket in her dress.
She walked a little way’s farther marking all the forks with her finger dipped in ashes (which she had officially decided it was), instead of the chalk which she had dropped a while back as well. She shrieked anytime she heard rats at first, but by now she thought them interesting and had picked one up and placed it in her secret pocket along with the ashes, she imagined the rat would feel at home there, it had ashes, it was dark and it never left the opera house. It was then that Maggie felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed and through both her hands up to eye-level.