Post by HOLLY UROR on Jun 9, 2011 16:36:29 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Nessie and this is my fourth character. Something you should know about me is I was very biased towards playing Lady Macbeth for many reasons (not just because I’m Scottish, haha) but I had many more ideas for the Ghost of Christmas Past. A Christmas Carol was my first Dickens novel. :3 .
Holly Uror
| Middle Class |
| Middle Class |
Canon: ‘A Christmas Carol’ – Charles Dickens
Custom Title: The Ghost of Christmas Past
PHYSICAL
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Appearance: Holly is so pale as to be almost ghostlike, with wide, haunted looking eyes. She is small in stature and thin with it, mostly due to her frequent bouts of illness and the fact she spends most of her time indoors. Her hair is just past her shoulders and golden blonde, though she often has it up in a bun. In terms of clothing she dresses as though from another era entirely, mostly in girly, childlike patterned frocks and dresses with cardigans.
Height: Four foot four
Weight/Body Type: Skinny and frail
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Play By: Elle Fanning
PERSONALITY
General personality: Due to her upbringing, Holly is a very quiet and reserved child, usually only speaking when spoken to. It is not only due to this, however, that she is so introverted. Holly Uror has the power to see into the past; little glimpses and flashes but powerful enough to make her retreat into herself. She has always possessed this power but it was heightened by a traumatic event she witnessed as a child (see History). She is both fearful of and fascinated by her power but as yet has found no-one like her with similar strengths. Therefore, she has become all the more isolated (and the fact she is home schooled doesn't exactly help her meet new people, let alone make many friends). She also takes refuge in the church on many ocassions, but it seems to her God has failed to answer her prayers concerning her powers.
When she does come out of her shell, however, Holly is revealed to be a very intelligent child for her age. This is due to having been cooped up inside for most of her life, where she finds solace in books, particularly those pertaining to history and mythology. Not only is she knowledgeable but she is very polite and well spoken with it, due to her religious upbringing and her parents' involvement in the church.
Despite her polite and reserved nature, Holly can be stubborn when she wants to be, as most young children are. This is particularly the case when it comes to her interest in mythology; her parents dislike this and want her to focus entirely on her school work but Holly insists she be allowed to pursue her interest.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: None
Likes:
- History
- Mythology (particularly Celtic myths)
- Fantasy stories
- Christmastime
- Singing
- Churches, particularly her father's
- Animals
Dislikes:
- Violence
- Rudeness
- Crowds
- Science
- Her power, on ocassion, as more often than not she sees glimpses of trauma in people's pasts
- Her enforced seclusion (home-schooling, overprotective parents)
- When her parents refuse to believe about her power
Strengths: Her intelligence, her ability to cope with her visions of the past, her strong imagination
Weaknesses: Holly is stubborn, naive and easily manipulated, particularly by her parents
BACKGROUND
Family: Father - Mark Uror
Mother - Mary Uror
Education: Homeschooled
Occupation/Job: Sings in the choir of the church where her father preaches, if that could be called a job. Despite the fact Holly loves to be a part of the choir, she often finds it a chore.
Image: Holly is generally perceived by others as the perfect child (by other parents) or 'that weird religious freak' by pretty much everyone else. As she rarely leaves the house except to go to church for Sunday service or choir rehearsals its easy to see why people get this impression.
History:
Holly Uror's experience of life has been severely limited, due to her age and upbringing, yet at the same time has been varied due to the things she has seen in her visions.
The ten year old was born in late December, the 28th of December to be precise, which meant that her birthday and Christmas presents were always one and the same. Most children would be displeased about this, but as Holly knew this to be the norm, she didn't mind at all.
Her parents, Mark and Mary Uror, were relatively well off when Holly was born (and still are). Mary Uror was, surprisingly, the breadwinner of the household, working as a lawyer in order to, as she put it, help people see the light that was the truth. Her personality from the courtroom seamlessly slipped into her home life, and as such she was always domineering and overbearing, even before her later over-protectiveness. Her husband, Mark, worked as a preacher in the church only minutes from the family's home.
It was due to her parent's personalities and professions that Holly was raised strictly, not just in the sense that she was reprimanded for the slightest wrong but also in that she had a strict moral code to abide by. One of Holly's earliest memories is her father teaching her The Lord's Prayer but events outwith the family circle and in another sphere entirely affected Holly's young life almost to the same degree, if not more.
For as long as Holly can remember, she has been able to see flashes and glimpses of the past, past events not of her own life, experiences far beyond her years. These momentary visions came often without warning and therefore greatly alarmed the young girl, but whenever she tried to explain them to her parents her mother dismissed them as her over-active imagination, her father as something brought about by the Devil. He was soon made to see it Mary's way, but he still harboured a great dislike for the whole idea and consequently his relationship with Holly was damaged (not to the extent they never spoke, but there was certainly a bridge between them from this point).
However, this was just the beginning. Holly's power was heightened when she was around four and a half, at the local playground.
The child had been sitting by herself, creating some elaborate story with her rag doll, when it happened. Looking up momentarily from her game, she saw an altercation occurring not far away, just across the road. With childlike curiosity she continued to watch as one of the men pulled out a pocketknife and stabbed the other, saw the second man slump to the ground, the first remove the other's wristwatch before running away.
Time stood still for Holly, the screams and laughter of the playground fading to nothingness, all her attention focussed on the dying man. It was only when she saw blood pooling on the pavement that she let out a shriek, alerting her parents who had been on the other side of the playground, blissfully unaware of anything amiss. At first they thought Holly had hurt herself and fussed about her but then as the girl, still wailing, pointed across the road, they turned and realized just what she had witnessed.
Mark hurried to help the man as a Good Samaritan should, while Mary took the still crying Holly back to their home. It took at least an hour to get Holly to regain any semblance of calm, and not long afterwards she had another vision, the past of the man who had stolen the watch, causing her frightened crying to return afresh. It was not long afterwards that Mark returned home with the news that the man had died en route to the hospital.
Ever since that day at the park Holly's mother has become overprotective in the extreme, withdrawing her from the local school and instead teaching her herself at home, only letting her leave the house when she is in the company of herself or Mark. For his part Mark increased the number of rehearsals the church choir had, so as to keep a closer eye on his daughter. At first, as would be expected of a child her age, Holly resented this and went against her parent's wishes, stubbornly refusing to learn what her mother taught her and trying to escape the house by herself, if only for a short time.
As Holly was usually polite and submissive, her stubborn-ness alarmed and irked her parents in equal measure, and to this day the conflict between them has not quite been resolved. At ten years of age Holly has resigned herself to her restricted lifestyle but still yearns to escape at times...not just from her overbearing parents but from the visions that continue to haunt her.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
The sound of Bach's 'Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring' floated up from the living room, the organ disturbing the relative quiet of Holly's bedroom and distracting her from her book. She considered asking Dad to turn the music off but decided against it - the tune was actually quite soothing once she got used to it.
The young girl slipped from her bed where she's been engrossed in reading about the many inventions of the Victorian era, scooped up the book and replaced it on its shelf before walking softly, almost gliding, towards the window.
It was as she looked over to the nearby church that she felt it. A feeling she couldn't explain but that was clearly there, a physical and emotional force stronger than anything she'd ever felt before. Before she could figure out what was going on, a sequence of visions passed before her eyes in rapid succession - a notebook, a tombstone, a graveyard.
Holly was instantly resolved as to what she had to do, as if instinctively. She had to get to the graveyard. It didn't matter that it was 9:30 and she should, in accordance with her mother's rules, have been asleep half an hour ago. It didn't matter that she was dressed in a nightdress and dressing gown. It didn't matter that it was cold outside. She had to get to the graveyard, and that was all. That was what this mysterious force was telling her to do...a force as strong as the light at the end of the tunnel, if not stronger.
Without even pausing to put on her slippers or shoes of any sort, Holly shoved open the door to her room and practically flew down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Unfortunately, this noise alerted her parents, who had been sitting in the living room. Just as Holly's thin fingers had wound around the front door handle they appeared; Mark hung back, looking confused, while Mary rushed forward, glowering.
"What on Earth do you think you're doing, young lady?"
Holly shook her head and said nothing, pulling the door open as quickly as she could, considering her mingled feelings of fear and apprehension, both of her mother's wrath and the strength of the mysterious force that was calling her to the cemetery.
In an instant Mary had grabbed hold of Holly with one hand while slamming the door shut with the other. Holly didn't want to go against her parents wishes, but this otherworldly power was giving her no choice! Filled with righteous determination she struggled to break free of Mary's clutches;Mary appealed to her husband to intervene, to try and talk some sense into their daughter.
Somewhat warily, Mark approached.
"Holly dear, what's the matter?"
Holly looked at her father, eyes wide and wild, face set in an expression of childlike determination. She was used to being branded strange by the few people she met outside of her family and church circle, but to be thought of in the same vein by her parents...but then, how were they meant to understand? How was she supposed to explain?
"I..."
She could feel the eyes of her Mum and Dad fixed on her, piercing, as though they were trying to see the innermost part of her. She shrank back a little under their gaze, although her expression did not waver.
"I have to get to the graveyard, Dad. I don't know why...there's this force-"
"Not this nonsense again, Holly! For Heaven's sake!"
"Never mind this nonsense, you should have been asleep half an hour ago!"
"But..."
"But nothing, young lady. Go back to bed. Now."
ooc: My eternal gratitude goes out to Jill, without whom this application could not have been written. :3
