Fiona Price

[FIONA "FANNY" PRICE]

FIONA ELIZABETH PRICE




"Beware of fainting fits; beware of swoons. You may run mad as often as you chose- but do not faint…"

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Alias: Lenni, Len, any variation on Aylenni works
Other Characters: This is mah first!
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00I. full name Fiona Elizabeth Price
0II. canon or original Fanny Price, Mansfield Park (I renamed her Fiona because it is really hard for me to respect anyone named Fanny. Sorry, Jane Austen.)
III. years of age 17
0IV. orientation (optional) Straight
00V. social status Upper Middle class is how she lives- Lower Class was how she was born.
0VI. occupation Freelance novelist/college student/ waitress

00I. play by Anna Popplewell
0II. body type Slender, a little on the bony side.
III. height 5’3”
0IV. eyes color Murky green
00V. description Fiona hates drawing attention to herself, and usually dresses in muted colors and styles. Fiona doesn’t show much leg or chest, and usually dresses in collared shirts or plain t-shirts, jeans or knee-length skirts. However, Fiona does own a pair of bright Converse High-tops, dark red with bright yellow sunflowers on them- they tend to stick out against her otherwise- elegant fashion sense. She doesn’t often wear anything shiny or brightly colored- Fiona prefers to watch rather than be watched. She usually stands in the background of photographs and rooms, and though she doesn’t draw attention to herself, she’s more than willing to talk to others if they speak first. Fiona smiles often, keeps to herself, and if she’s not reading or talking to someone, she’s writing. She is left-handed, so her pinkie finger is usually metallic from graphite or black from ink- she smears while she writes. Fiona crosses her ankles while she sits, and if the seat is high enough, she has a habit of swinging her legs. When she’s nervous or scared, Fiona plays with the pearl ring on her left hand- when she’s angry or irritated, she twists her grandmother’s graduation ring on her right hand. Fiona has little patience for her curly hair- if she’s in the middle of something important, she has her hair up and out of her way. When she’s bored, Fiona rests her chin on both palms, and if she’s angry with you, she won’t meet your eyes. Fiona blushes easily and often- whenever she’s asked to speak publicly, whenever she’s made fun of, or whenever she feels even vaguely uncomfortable. She also smells vaguely like clean cotton and fresh apples.

00I. overall personality Fiona is a writer and avid equestrian- she owns a horse named Shakespeare, and rides as often as she can. Her temper isn’t easily aggravated, though she is slow to form new opinions about people. Fiona is extremely stubborn, and once she sets her mind to something, she will not change it for love or money. Fiona mostly keeps her opinions to herself and a few trusted others- her best friend Edmund chief among them. She is slow to say what she wants, won’t stick up for herself against her family, and doesn’t trust easily. However, she is also steadfast and loyal to a fault, doesn’t often lose her composure, and likes to laugh. Fiona’s policy on telling secrets or sharing concerns with others: “If there’s a risk of conflict, don’t say anything”.

Fiona guards herself very carefully- or as carefully as she can when she blushes as often as she does. She does her best to keep first impressions and stereotypes out of her head, but when she does make up her mind about a person, she won’t change it on a whim. Her good impressions, once lost, are lost forever- with a few exceptions in special cases. Fiona’s stubbornness and firm will frustrate her aunts and uncles, who are used to the ideals of 50’s womanhood. She makes up her mind on her own, and rarely consults other people before she acts. Overall, Fiona is a happy, contented person who makes the best of the life given her- she does her best not to complain, but she finds expressing gratitude difficult. Fiona won’t tell white lies or soften the blow for anyone. She speaks her mind, and often comes across as rather blunt. When asked to give her opinion, Fiona will give it- but you’d better be prepared for the consequences.

Fiona has patience as far as listening to people goes- she’ll tolerate even the most rude of people, but she doesn’t say much if she’s losing patience with you. Fiona is much more likely to talk and be pleasant if the person she’s talking to is one she likes. Easily offended, Fiona keeps her annoyance to herself up until the point where she takes revenge- normally in the form of a well-veiled insult. Fiona has a liking for European history, particularly in the Napoleonic era- but she hates writing historical anything. Her usual writing styles are set in modern times and focus on younger characters- she writes for teenagers and children, not adults. Her love of horses stems mainly from her wish for freedom- on Shakespeare, she has the freedom to go anywhere she likes, at any speed, for any amount of time. Fiona’s overbearing aunt limits her exposure to society and schooling, and when her cousins have friends over, Fiona isn’t introduced or allowed to speak- she’s restrained to her room whenever the Bertrams throw parties. Fiona likes Impressionist paintings, twenties, thirties, and forties music, and the color red, as well as coffee cake, green tea, and dancing. (She hates modern dancing, and usually reserves herself to swing dancing and contra.)

0II. strengths Won’t give in once she’s set her mind on something, has a knack for writing, forms astute observations about people
III. weaknesses Hates being the center of attention, has difficulty with numbers, won’t often speak her mind.
0IV. goals Short term:

Long term:

00I. notable family & friends Cousins: Tom , Maria, and Julia; Aunts and Uncles: Aunt Bertram, Uncle Bertram, Aunt Norris; Siblings: William, Susan, Tom, Sam, Richard, Rebecca, and Betsey; Parents: Francis and William Price; Friends: Shakespeare (her horse), Edmund Ward (best friend)
0II. overall history Fiona’s parents were Francis and William Price. William, a sergeant in the army, was deemed unworthy by Francis’s high-class family, and the two eloped to Boston. Fiona was their first daughter, followed swiftly by William Jr., Susan, Tom, Sam, Richard, Rebecca, and Bestsey, who was born when Fiona was ten. She developed an especially close bond with Susan, whom she writes often. The strains of a military pension were too much for the Prices, and Fiona was shipped off to her aunt Norris and her mother’s family, the Bertrams, in New York when she was ten. The Bertrams, old-money type of people, were firmly opposed to Fiona’s frank, determined way of behaving and quickly schooled her, albeit unconsciously, to hide what she was really feeling. Although Fiona attended school, she went to PS 63 in Manhattan while her cousins Tom, Maria and Julia went to a private boarding school. Her cousins were told that Fiona was of inferior birth and status- and everyone in the household treated her that way. The only person who dared to treat Fiona like an equal was Tom’s best friend Edmund Ward, who later became Fiona’s friend instead. From an early age, Fiona was brought up to be an assistant and secretary for her aunt, and though she lived with the Bertrams, she worked for her aunt Norris. When Fiona was twelve, Edmund, whose wealthy parents let him do such things, gave Fiona a colt named Shakespeare, and Fiona’s only confidante in everything has been the horse. Edmund and Fiona spent a great deal of time together, and Fiona realized at seventeen that she was falling in love with her best friend. Edmund was oblivious to this.

Fiona’s love of writing spurred her to start her own novels- she participates in NaNoWriMo every year, but considers most of the products to be mediocre at best. She’s spent the last three years working on a “worthy” novel, but keeps the content secret. Fiona also writes weekly portions of cliffhangers and sends them to her sister Susan- mostly satirical romances. Although Fiona is unable to attend NYU, she often checks out textbooks from the NY Public Library and uses them to learn what she can on her own. She hopes to be accepted on financial aid and scholarships in the next fall semester. In the meantime, Fiona works behind the counter at a coffee shop and in the library in her free time, saving every penny she earns (and keeping it a secret from her aunt, who would demand the money if she knew Fiona had it).

Edmund plays a larger role in her life than I’ve written here, and there is also the appearance of a Mr. Henry Crawford and a Miss Mary Crawford, but I’m leaving those bits out in case anyone’s interested in taking those characters (please!)
III. sample post

Rain splattered against the windows of the coffee shop. Fiona propped her chin on both hands, elbows on the clean countertops. The shop was empty- no one stopped in for a coffee and a chance to talk when the rain pelted down as fiercely as it did that day. It was cold, too- Fiona half expected the raindrops to turn to snowflakes. Whether it did or not, Fiona was all by herself. She glanced sideways at the calculus textbook under the counter. She hated math- she couldn’t keep numbers straight in her head. But her conscience nagged at her. How will you ever get into university if you don’t know any calculus? Your chances are dim as it is.
Fiona sighed. She knew she should practice. But she was more in the mood to talk than do math. Fiona drummed her fingers on the counter for a moment and went into the back of the shop. An old CD player was hooked up to the shop’s stereo system- no one would mind if she put in what she wanted to hear. Fiona flipped through the stack of disks, pulling out an old Benny Goodman recording. The swingy jazz music rang out through the shop. Fiona picked up a broom, intending to sweep the already-clean floors out front.

The good intentions didn’t last long. Pretty soon, Fiona was dancing with the broom rather than sweeping with it. She didn’t know it- but she was making quite a spectacle of herself. Her bright red shoes flashed under her dark jeans. Her dark red apron and face were both smeared with flour from baking a batch of cookies for the shop, and dancing with a broom to music no one can hear from the street is usually not the best way to appear sane. But Fiona was enjoying herself, or as much as she could when she had nothing else to do. At least this time she could choose what she was going to do- calculus, or make herself look quite mad. At home, she would never have gotten away with the latter. Or probably the former, either; Aunt Norris was a firm believer in the idea that only girls of fortune should be educated, like someone straight out of Napoleonic England. Fiona liked imagining all her relatives in Napoleonic England- made to wear old fashioned, modest clothes, talk primly and politely for once, and stuck in a country they thought inferior to their own, while Fiona herself went to school and started a life on her own. The only really fun thing from those times was the dancing, she thought, and even then, I’d rather be swing dancing than the stuffy English contra.

Fiona was humming- pretty soon she was singing, too, and humming all of the lyrics she didn’t know, to Ain’t Misbehavin’. She wasn’t much of a singer, but she was enjoying herself. ”No one to walk with, I’m all by myself, no one to talk with, but I’m happy on a shelf,” she sang, eyes closed, still swaying with the broom. ”Your kisses are worth waiting for.” She had to reach for the high notes, face scrunching up as she did. Fiona, the bored coffee shop girl, had her back to the door, voice cracking on the word “kisses,” just as the bell above the door jingled. Cold air blew past her into the shop, and Fiona gasped and dropped the broom, face an impressive shade of scarlet as she swiveled to face the prospective customer…

OOC: Is it okay if I use this as my first post on the site? I think it could wind up as a fun thread!

SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this, modified by Yols with Shakespeare lines.

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I sincerely apologize about the amount of time it took to get back to you on this. Staff has been exceedingly busy, but that's no excuse. :3

I'll admit, I'm not the most knowledgeable Jane Austen person around. So much for being a classic lit. buff. xD However, I did a quick Google on Mansfield Park just to get myself at least minimally up to speed on Fanny Price and I'd say you've captured her very well. She seems like a character with a good head on her shoulders and I'm sure she'll get along perfectly fine here. Great characterization and take on classic Fanny. Your choice of PB is spectacular as well. Just lovely. You can definitely use that sample as a thread-starter on the site, by the way. It's wonderful.

Some notes, though. Your sentences could do with some variation so that they don't read as slightly choppy. Read them out loud to yourself and you'll see what I mean. ^^ You tend to use her name quite a bit and unnecessarily so try to switch it up a bit by incorporating more pronouns. Varying your sentences helps a lot when it comes to avoiding overusing character names and such. Also, watch for grammatical errors such as using hyphens where commas should be, overuse of commas, etc. (:

Overall, this is a great app and a lovely addition to our site. Hopefully your interest in RC hasn't waned. Apologies. :3

P.S. I had to shorten your custom title since it was a bit lengthy. If you're not satisfied with the shortened title, feel free to post here with a different one and I'll change it for you. ^^