Post by josephinemarch on May 22, 2011 15:39:22 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Callie and this is my First character. I found this site through a post on the Shakespeare in Love IMDB page. Something you should know about me is I am a book, TV and film junkie, so expect lots of silly pop culture gags (less than 10% of which will actually be funny)!
Canon: Little Women
Custom Title: Mr Snoddgrass
PHYSICAL
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5'8"
Body: Skinny, with next to no curves, and limbs sticking out at every angle.
Other distinguishing features: a large, distinctive nose. The more eagle-eyed person may also spot ink stains on her hands, as she insists on writing the first drafts of her stories in fountain pen.
Wardrobe: Jo favours comfortable clothes which are easy to move in, and sources most of her clothes from thrift stores and garage sales. As a result of this, she often looks as though she has just fallen into a pile of rags and stepped out wearing the most ill-fitting and ragged of the lot. It is true that she often favours the pieces that look as though they have a history, and have, as she says, "lived a life". Her favourite article of clothing is a ratty rainbow-striped hat that she used to wear as she wrote, in order to "keep her brains warm". It now takes pride of place on her mantlepiece, displayed between a picture of her sisters and a first edition copy of her book "the Countess de Montenescue".[/ul]
Play By: Katie McGrath
PERSONALITY
General personality:
Quotes, frequently used expressions:
"Christopher Columbus!" - this was used more often when she was younger, and did not like to swear. Of late it is being replaced by ruder, more choice words.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
BACKGROUND
Family:
"Marmee" and "Robert" - Parents
"Meg", "Beth" and Aimee - Sisters
"Theodore Laurence" - Close friend, almost a brother
Education:
Calumet High - Graduated in 2002
Purdue University - Majored in English - Graduated in 2005
Occupation: Writer. Well, that's what she says to sound impressive. That actually earns her just enough for little luxuries. The neccesities of life are bought with money that comes in from doing odd jobs for various theatre companies around the city - hanging lights, painting scenery and such. When there is no work to be found in the theatrical realm, Jo will resort to waitressing or helping in shops, usually having to quit/being fired after getting into a row with one of her colleagues.
Worst past experience:
The worst moment in Jo's life was when the March women received the news that their father (husband, in Marmee's case) had been injured by a roadside bomb on active duty. The worst part was the wait for further news. Jo still has nightmares about lying in her parents' bed with Marmee and her siblings, counting every tick of the clock.
Best past experience:
Meeting the man who would go on to be her best friend. Jo had been at a party where the music was obnoxiously loud and the people obnoxiously drunk, and had attempted to hide in one of the few unoccupied bedrooms. It was dark, and in attempting to find the lightswitch she had tripped and fallen onto "Laurie's" lap. They talked and danced all night long, although they never did find the lightswitch. It was quite a shock when they stepped into the light and Jo realised that her funny, charming friend was also quite handsome.
Image:
When one first meets Jo, you will think either one of two things. That she is incredibly clever and funny, or that she is one of the most rude, ignorant beings you have ever set eyes on. It all depends on the mood she is in. If you meet her when she is angry or upset, then being ignored by her will be the luckiest thing that has ever happened to you. If, however, you come across her on a good day, she will be witty and make intelligent conversation, and a jolly time will be had by all.
History:
It was clear from the very start that this one was going to be trouble. Jo entered the world on the 22nd October, 1983, screaming at the top of her lungs. She barely stopped. Only when she was being held by one of her parents would a contented look creep across her face and her heavy eyelids close. She was a very pretty baby when she was asleep.
The girl shot up quickly, becoming more tall and unwieldily by the day. When she was two years old she was joined by another sister, "Beth" who Jo immediately became very protective over, and almost exactly a year after that, Aimee was born. With their little family complete, "Marmee" and "Robert" set about making them as comfortable as possible.
So they were, for a short time at least, deliriously happy. "Robert" had a comfortable job as a car salesman, and, while they were never exactly billionaires, they never had to go without the basics, and could even afford little luxuries every now and then.
Then, when Jo was only sixteen, their father decided to join the military. He felt "it was his duty", he said and the March women had to agree, no matter how sad they would be to loose him for a while.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Jo couldn't sleep. The air in her new apartment was stuffy and stale, thick with years of dust. Apparently the couple who had lived here before her hadn't been big on cleaning. The landlord had warned her of this, but she hadn't taken much notice, thinking that he just meant a few skirting boards would be dusty, not that she would be robbed of her precious sleep! With a small sigh, Jo kicked the thick blanket off her and walked towards the window. After struggling with the stiff frame for a few minutes, it gave way, letting in a gust of fresh, clean air.
"Ahhhh, smog." Jo sighed. When the New York city air was a relief from the air in your apartment, you knew you were in trouble.
Taking one last lungful of exhaust fume-filled air, the brunette padded across the room to her desk. Usually it was a mess. The waste paper basket on the floor next to it was usually tidier. Usually. As it was, Jo had not had time to wreak her patented form of havock, and so the pale wood, with all its coffee rings and ink stains, was perfectly clear of any debris. For now, anyway.
She reached into the nearest box and picked out her latest manuscript, a thrilling horror entitled 'the Witch's Curse'. It didn't look like much of anything yet, just a hundred or so shabby pages held together with numerous elastic bands and paperclips, but Jo still nourished dreams of one day appearing on a bestseller's list. She unfastened the bundle, and began to write.
Josephine Kirsten March
| Middle Class |
| Middle Class |
Canon: Little Women
Custom Title: Mr Snoddgrass
PHYSICAL
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5'8"
Body: Skinny, with next to no curves, and limbs sticking out at every angle.
Other distinguishing features: a large, distinctive nose. The more eagle-eyed person may also spot ink stains on her hands, as she insists on writing the first drafts of her stories in fountain pen.
Wardrobe: Jo favours comfortable clothes which are easy to move in, and sources most of her clothes from thrift stores and garage sales. As a result of this, she often looks as though she has just fallen into a pile of rags and stepped out wearing the most ill-fitting and ragged of the lot. It is true that she often favours the pieces that look as though they have a history, and have, as she says, "lived a life". Her favourite article of clothing is a ratty rainbow-striped hat that she used to wear as she wrote, in order to "keep her brains warm". It now takes pride of place on her mantlepiece, displayed between a picture of her sisters and a first edition copy of her book "the Countess de Montenescue".[/ul]
Play By: Katie McGrath
PERSONALITY
General personality:
Quotes, frequently used expressions:
"Christopher Columbus!" - this was used more often when she was younger, and did not like to swear. Of late it is being replaced by ruder, more choice words.
Likes:
- Her family
- Writing
- Acting
- Reading to her nephews and neices (?) and 'doing the voices'
- Reading in general, especially gothic novels
- White Roses
- the Rain
- Feeling useful
Dislikes:
- Alchohol
- Prejudice in any of its forms
- Stupid people
- Romance novels
- Weak people, especially women
Strengths:
- Can turn a phrase
- Is always up for a challenge
- Very kind, especially to those in need
Weaknesses:
- Can be... well, to put it bluntly, a total witch
- Is often stubborn to the point of stupidity
- She can be blinded by any fierce emotion, most commonly anger, and will find it difficult to see past it.
BACKGROUND
Family:
"Marmee" and "Robert" - Parents
"Meg", "Beth" and Aimee - Sisters
"Theodore Laurence" - Close friend, almost a brother
Education:
Calumet High - Graduated in 2002
Purdue University - Majored in English - Graduated in 2005
Occupation: Writer. Well, that's what she says to sound impressive. That actually earns her just enough for little luxuries. The neccesities of life are bought with money that comes in from doing odd jobs for various theatre companies around the city - hanging lights, painting scenery and such. When there is no work to be found in the theatrical realm, Jo will resort to waitressing or helping in shops, usually having to quit/being fired after getting into a row with one of her colleagues.
Worst past experience:
The worst moment in Jo's life was when the March women received the news that their father (husband, in Marmee's case) had been injured by a roadside bomb on active duty. The worst part was the wait for further news. Jo still has nightmares about lying in her parents' bed with Marmee and her siblings, counting every tick of the clock.
Best past experience:
Meeting the man who would go on to be her best friend. Jo had been at a party where the music was obnoxiously loud and the people obnoxiously drunk, and had attempted to hide in one of the few unoccupied bedrooms. It was dark, and in attempting to find the lightswitch she had tripped and fallen onto "Laurie's" lap. They talked and danced all night long, although they never did find the lightswitch. It was quite a shock when they stepped into the light and Jo realised that her funny, charming friend was also quite handsome.
Image:
When one first meets Jo, you will think either one of two things. That she is incredibly clever and funny, or that she is one of the most rude, ignorant beings you have ever set eyes on. It all depends on the mood she is in. If you meet her when she is angry or upset, then being ignored by her will be the luckiest thing that has ever happened to you. If, however, you come across her on a good day, she will be witty and make intelligent conversation, and a jolly time will be had by all.
History:
It was clear from the very start that this one was going to be trouble. Jo entered the world on the 22nd October, 1983, screaming at the top of her lungs. She barely stopped. Only when she was being held by one of her parents would a contented look creep across her face and her heavy eyelids close. She was a very pretty baby when she was asleep.
The girl shot up quickly, becoming more tall and unwieldily by the day. When she was two years old she was joined by another sister, "Beth" who Jo immediately became very protective over, and almost exactly a year after that, Aimee was born. With their little family complete, "Marmee" and "Robert" set about making them as comfortable as possible.
So they were, for a short time at least, deliriously happy. "Robert" had a comfortable job as a car salesman, and, while they were never exactly billionaires, they never had to go without the basics, and could even afford little luxuries every now and then.
Then, when Jo was only sixteen, their father decided to join the military. He felt "it was his duty", he said and the March women had to agree, no matter how sad they would be to loose him for a while.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Jo couldn't sleep. The air in her new apartment was stuffy and stale, thick with years of dust. Apparently the couple who had lived here before her hadn't been big on cleaning. The landlord had warned her of this, but she hadn't taken much notice, thinking that he just meant a few skirting boards would be dusty, not that she would be robbed of her precious sleep! With a small sigh, Jo kicked the thick blanket off her and walked towards the window. After struggling with the stiff frame for a few minutes, it gave way, letting in a gust of fresh, clean air.
"Ahhhh, smog." Jo sighed. When the New York city air was a relief from the air in your apartment, you knew you were in trouble.
Taking one last lungful of exhaust fume-filled air, the brunette padded across the room to her desk. Usually it was a mess. The waste paper basket on the floor next to it was usually tidier. Usually. As it was, Jo had not had time to wreak her patented form of havock, and so the pale wood, with all its coffee rings and ink stains, was perfectly clear of any debris. For now, anyway.
She reached into the nearest box and picked out her latest manuscript, a thrilling horror entitled 'the Witch's Curse'. It didn't look like much of anything yet, just a hundred or so shabby pages held together with numerous elastic bands and paperclips, but Jo still nourished dreams of one day appearing on a bestseller's list. She unfastened the bundle, and began to write.
