Post by belladonna on Apr 17, 2010 18:37:37 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Tichy and this is my final character. I found this site through the admins. Something you should know about me is I lied. I'm not really Batman.
Canon: Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
Custom Title: Goddess of imaginary light
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty
Gender: Female
Appearance: Perceived as being different, borders gothic. Hair was a brown-like colour before she dyed it black. Wears heavy eyeliner and shadow - a long time follower of the sombre makeup movement.
Height: 5ft 5inches
Body: Healthy
Other distinguishing features: Her chalk-white skin, likes to tie things into her rope-thick black hair
Wardrobe: Distinct, always full of surprises though she stays in the same ethereal mood. A heavy admirer of black and red, or any watered down colour. Adores lace and clothes that might relate to the style of gothic architecture that was used in West Europe from the twelth and sixteenth centuries.[/ul]
Play By: Amy Lee
PERSONALITY
General personality: The stock heroine. Filled with compassion for mankind, though can reserve and demonstrate a certain dry, ironic wit. Belladonna differs from other heroines in some interesting ways: first of all, she’s not priveledged or powerful by birth. Perhaps because of her own questionable background, she is able to sympathize with people who are down-and-out in ways that other, more powerful, heroines might not. Describing Belladonna might be like describing a stretch of a stream - moving at its own will. Her strength is reserved, as her upbringing taught it to be. It is saved only for when it needs to be used, she much prefers to be undisturbed. Practices peace and stillness almost aways as she believes uncomposed behaviour leads to disaster. Is that type of girl that will read in the corner of a public place rather than sit at a bar socialize. Whereas truth says she prefers her own company, she feels as though that could be misconceived as having no want or need to adapt to society. These attitudes can lead to her being avoided or ignored.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: Self-sacrificing, kind to animals and small children. Rather than condemn, she pities - unless she has a powerful clause otherwise. Intelligent company, and defends with surprising strength.
Weaknesses: Falls ill quite often, which raises the point that she is in herself a fragile creature. Almost always succumbs to Nancy's pursuations. She tends to accept things rather than argue against them, and then there is always the want to be rid of Bill but the fear of his drunken capabilities that stop her making a stand.
BACKGROUND
Family: Agatha Maylie (Adoptive mother), Mrs Fleming (Biological mother, deceased), Mr Fleming (Biological father, deceased), Agnes Fleming (Sister, deceased), Oliver Twist (Nephew)
Date of Birth: December 13th 1990
Education: Completed compulsory education, now attending university.
Occupation: Unemployed
Worst past experience: Seeing Nancy, beaten and bleeding and being kept in the dark. Therefore there was little she could do about it.
Best past experience: Discovering that she never began her life as an orphan, it was only an unfortunate turn of fate. In time she found she had a sister, who was the mother of her beautiful nephew.
Image: The wallflower goth.
History:
To begin with, Belladonna always thought she was an illegitimate orphan. She cannot account of her life before living in the poor care of some cottagers, before she was taken in by Agatha Maylie, who lived in the neighbouring New York city. They won each other's hearts and became like mother and daughter. Her adoptive mother was the keeper to a handsome fortune, but decided to keep it away and spend only what they needed - thinking it safer to leave it banked should Belladonna need financial assistance. As part of their union, the two gave each other loving nicknames. Agatha called the girl 'Belladonna', meaning 'beautiful woman' and likewise she referred to the woman as 'Maya', meaning 'mother' or 'illusory appearance of the sensible world'.
Not far from her eighteenth birthday, Belladonna had to run a household errand where she found a child - no older than seven or eight, near her and Agatha's home, starving and hurt. She was instantly moved to help him, abandoning her chore and staggering with him back to her home. The boy had been abandoned and harassed by street-thugs, but also was sought for stealing from some of the stores. Agatha, though compliant to help Belladonna nurse the boy back to help, was not so appealed to help hide him. It took every inch of her ability to beg for her to let the poor child stay. Belladonna stayed with the child all through the following nights - feeding him, cleaning his wounds and even singing him to sleep, at the boy's own request after he vaguely heard her singing when she thought she was alone. The boy eventually told her his name, Oliver Twist - and even when the hunt for him calmed down she could not bring herself to part with him. She was now his protector.
Through a Mr. Brownlow - the man Oliver had allegedly stolen from and also a friend of his father, Belladonna received some news that made her heart flutter. She was not a orphan from birth, in fact, her parents had been married, and she had been their last daughter born in Atlanta. Her mother had died first, when she was barely a year old. There had, nonetheless, been a stain on her family honour, her elder sister -Agnes - had become unexpectedly pregnant and this displeased her father, but through his urging and insistance she decided to keep the baby, but died during childbirth. No sooner after the baby was born did her father also die, leaving Belladonna and the child orphaned. To her disbelief and delight, it was revealed this baby was Oliver - and she was his materal aunt. It served to her belief why she had become so protective and loving of him, and she promised with her honour she would protect him. That on top of protecting her delicate health, her place at University, and her barely existant social life.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
The pretty, black-haired girl sitting at the small cafe table had ambitions, or had had, as she once hinted to her home life with a dainty sadness. When Belladonna somehow let slip her delicately balanced thoughts, she gave one melting glance over the brim of the large coffee cup, and thenceforth confided in herself no more beyond the limits of literary criticism. Her Maya wasn't going to be pleased to see that Belladonna had gotten quite a low grade on her latest exam, which was exactly why the girl was putting off at the little coffee bar for as long as possible. She hadn't been in the best mood that morning anyway, seeing as her flowers weren;t doing as well. Belladonna remembered, they were among the few roses of her small flower-beds at the time, and she was trying to show her what was blighting them all in the bud. She cursed and let vent a sigh of frustration, which was when the girl pulled the zip up her thick boots, that hit just below the knee, and bade her bye-bye.
There was a reason for her poor grade. All the first half of the day, wherever she was, in the car, at her class-desk, on the street, no matter to what she gave her attention, Belladonna's thought were ever on Oliver. He was hanging around with all these children, and she had heard bad bad things about all of them. At lunch it was the same, and what now? What next? Would the end be foul or fair? She hoped, yet feared - then feared again; and yet she hoped.
She sighed and set the cup down, her smoky eyes wallowing down to her sleeves, that stopped over her varnish-licked fingertips. Mm, well .. I can't keep sitting here.
And she couldn't, she had gotten out at three and it was near enough five. Presently, out of the ladies' room come two fascinating figures - the one plump and matronly, with grey hair and a capacious neck glittering with diamonds, the other a slim girl in pale pink, with bright eyes and a ravishing complexion. Belladolla watched them as she hunched half poised for her bag, they seemed to just catch her eye. The prettier girl, for whom the lazy gentlemen on the stairs made immediate and respectful room for, regarded them with a sly smile. Why? Oh, why did she not remain in that sylph-like, attitude of questioning silence? But she spoke, and the charm was broken. Belladonna stood and slung her bag over her shoulder, shaking her head at her musing, imaginative self. Evidently she knew more about the mind's eye then good literature.
Rose "Belladonna" Maylie
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| Middle Class |
Canon: Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
Custom Title: Goddess of imaginary light
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty
Gender: Female
Appearance: Perceived as being different, borders gothic. Hair was a brown-like colour before she dyed it black. Wears heavy eyeliner and shadow - a long time follower of the sombre makeup movement.
Height: 5ft 5inches
Body: Healthy
Other distinguishing features: Her chalk-white skin, likes to tie things into her rope-thick black hair
Wardrobe: Distinct, always full of surprises though she stays in the same ethereal mood. A heavy admirer of black and red, or any watered down colour. Adores lace and clothes that might relate to the style of gothic architecture that was used in West Europe from the twelth and sixteenth centuries.[/ul]
Play By: Amy Lee
PERSONALITY
General personality: The stock heroine. Filled with compassion for mankind, though can reserve and demonstrate a certain dry, ironic wit. Belladonna differs from other heroines in some interesting ways: first of all, she’s not priveledged or powerful by birth. Perhaps because of her own questionable background, she is able to sympathize with people who are down-and-out in ways that other, more powerful, heroines might not. Describing Belladonna might be like describing a stretch of a stream - moving at its own will. Her strength is reserved, as her upbringing taught it to be. It is saved only for when it needs to be used, she much prefers to be undisturbed. Practices peace and stillness almost aways as she believes uncomposed behaviour leads to disaster. Is that type of girl that will read in the corner of a public place rather than sit at a bar socialize. Whereas truth says she prefers her own company, she feels as though that could be misconceived as having no want or need to adapt to society. These attitudes can lead to her being avoided or ignored.
Likes:
- The winter, especially in the city where it snows heavy. The only problem is she can't grow her flowers.
- Simple pleasures, like art appreciation or just staring into a bright blue sky. It attributes to her keen imagination.
- Singing undisturbed
Dislikes:
- Illness, a thing she seems quite prone to
- Bill Sikes, her friend's lover who is a stumbling, brutish drunk
- Guns. She believes only cowards hide behind them
Strengths: Self-sacrificing, kind to animals and small children. Rather than condemn, she pities - unless she has a powerful clause otherwise. Intelligent company, and defends with surprising strength.
Weaknesses: Falls ill quite often, which raises the point that she is in herself a fragile creature. Almost always succumbs to Nancy's pursuations. She tends to accept things rather than argue against them, and then there is always the want to be rid of Bill but the fear of his drunken capabilities that stop her making a stand.
BACKGROUND
Family: Agatha Maylie (Adoptive mother), Mrs Fleming (Biological mother, deceased), Mr Fleming (Biological father, deceased), Agnes Fleming (Sister, deceased), Oliver Twist (Nephew)
Date of Birth: December 13th 1990
Education: Completed compulsory education, now attending university.
Occupation: Unemployed
Worst past experience: Seeing Nancy, beaten and bleeding and being kept in the dark. Therefore there was little she could do about it.
Best past experience: Discovering that she never began her life as an orphan, it was only an unfortunate turn of fate. In time she found she had a sister, who was the mother of her beautiful nephew.
Image: The wallflower goth.
History:
To begin with, Belladonna always thought she was an illegitimate orphan. She cannot account of her life before living in the poor care of some cottagers, before she was taken in by Agatha Maylie, who lived in the neighbouring New York city. They won each other's hearts and became like mother and daughter. Her adoptive mother was the keeper to a handsome fortune, but decided to keep it away and spend only what they needed - thinking it safer to leave it banked should Belladonna need financial assistance. As part of their union, the two gave each other loving nicknames. Agatha called the girl 'Belladonna', meaning 'beautiful woman' and likewise she referred to the woman as 'Maya', meaning 'mother' or 'illusory appearance of the sensible world'.
Not far from her eighteenth birthday, Belladonna had to run a household errand where she found a child - no older than seven or eight, near her and Agatha's home, starving and hurt. She was instantly moved to help him, abandoning her chore and staggering with him back to her home. The boy had been abandoned and harassed by street-thugs, but also was sought for stealing from some of the stores. Agatha, though compliant to help Belladonna nurse the boy back to help, was not so appealed to help hide him. It took every inch of her ability to beg for her to let the poor child stay. Belladonna stayed with the child all through the following nights - feeding him, cleaning his wounds and even singing him to sleep, at the boy's own request after he vaguely heard her singing when she thought she was alone. The boy eventually told her his name, Oliver Twist - and even when the hunt for him calmed down she could not bring herself to part with him. She was now his protector.
Through a Mr. Brownlow - the man Oliver had allegedly stolen from and also a friend of his father, Belladonna received some news that made her heart flutter. She was not a orphan from birth, in fact, her parents had been married, and she had been their last daughter born in Atlanta. Her mother had died first, when she was barely a year old. There had, nonetheless, been a stain on her family honour, her elder sister -Agnes - had become unexpectedly pregnant and this displeased her father, but through his urging and insistance she decided to keep the baby, but died during childbirth. No sooner after the baby was born did her father also die, leaving Belladonna and the child orphaned. To her disbelief and delight, it was revealed this baby was Oliver - and she was his materal aunt. It served to her belief why she had become so protective and loving of him, and she promised with her honour she would protect him. That on top of protecting her delicate health, her place at University, and her barely existant social life.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
The pretty, black-haired girl sitting at the small cafe table had ambitions, or had had, as she once hinted to her home life with a dainty sadness. When Belladonna somehow let slip her delicately balanced thoughts, she gave one melting glance over the brim of the large coffee cup, and thenceforth confided in herself no more beyond the limits of literary criticism. Her Maya wasn't going to be pleased to see that Belladonna had gotten quite a low grade on her latest exam, which was exactly why the girl was putting off at the little coffee bar for as long as possible. She hadn't been in the best mood that morning anyway, seeing as her flowers weren;t doing as well. Belladonna remembered, they were among the few roses of her small flower-beds at the time, and she was trying to show her what was blighting them all in the bud. She cursed and let vent a sigh of frustration, which was when the girl pulled the zip up her thick boots, that hit just below the knee, and bade her bye-bye.
There was a reason for her poor grade. All the first half of the day, wherever she was, in the car, at her class-desk, on the street, no matter to what she gave her attention, Belladonna's thought were ever on Oliver. He was hanging around with all these children, and she had heard bad bad things about all of them. At lunch it was the same, and what now? What next? Would the end be foul or fair? She hoped, yet feared - then feared again; and yet she hoped.
She sighed and set the cup down, her smoky eyes wallowing down to her sleeves, that stopped over her varnish-licked fingertips. Mm, well .. I can't keep sitting here.
And she couldn't, she had gotten out at three and it was near enough five. Presently, out of the ladies' room come two fascinating figures - the one plump and matronly, with grey hair and a capacious neck glittering with diamonds, the other a slim girl in pale pink, with bright eyes and a ravishing complexion. Belladolla watched them as she hunched half poised for her bag, they seemed to just catch her eye. The prettier girl, for whom the lazy gentlemen on the stairs made immediate and respectful room for, regarded them with a sly smile. Why? Oh, why did she not remain in that sylph-like, attitude of questioning silence? But she spoke, and the charm was broken. Belladonna stood and slung her bag over her shoulder, shaking her head at her musing, imaginative self. Evidently she knew more about the mind's eye then good literature.