Post by blackbird on Oct 22, 2011 2:43:28 GMT -5
THE APPLICATION !
[/SIZE][/center] Agnes “Esmeralda” O’Sullivan
Born On A Road That Bends
Born On A Road That Bends
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Alias: Thistle or Blackbird
Other Characters: Jehanne D’Arc
Rewritten City Found Via: I don’t remember
Contact: PM for Skype/other contact info
Comments: I love RC. Also Irish Travellers seems to be consistently spelled with two 'l's so that's why its spelled that way in my app.
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00I. full name Agnes “Esmeralda” O’Sullivan
0II. canon or originalThe Hunchback Of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo
III. years of age18
0IV. orientation (optional) Heterosexual
00V. social statusLow Class
0VI. occupation Barista in an organic coffee/tea shop and part time fencer
00I. play byDeborah Ann Woll
0II. body type Tall and slender
III. height 5’10
0IV. eyes color Blue
00V. description Agnes is a free spirit at heart and this is reflected in her style of dress. She wears a lot of flowing skirts and dresses, lacey peasant blouses and flip flops. She likes to accessorize with scarves and bandannas, usually using them to hold back her long red hair. If she’s feeling really casual, she’ll wear jeans and whatever tee shirt she picked up off the floor. She also loves jewelry, and she usually wears bangle bracelets and hoop earrings. She has a tiny emerald on a silver chain that she wears around her neck at all times. It was a gift from her mother. She’s not a terribly organized person, but somehow her outfits—though they usually look thrown together—work.
00I. overall personality Agnes is a free spirit, who seems to float through life marching to her own drummer. She wears what she wants, says what she wants, and doesn’t care what other people think of her. She’s gentle and compassionate, especially to the less fortunate. She loves animals, especially her black cat, Djali, who was rescued from a dumpster when she was a kitten. A few kind words here and there from the right looking man and Agnes is putty in his hands. She has a particular weakness for nice-looking, well dressed men. Because of this, she’s easy to manipulate. She’s also a bit of a flirt and enjoys having a good time—especially if music and drinks are involved.
Agnes is also Irish, and has a temper to match her hair. She’s very blunt and when she’s angry, she’s just as likely to slap someone as not. She’s fluent in English and Gammon, the language of the Irish Travellers, and when she’s really upset, she reverts to her native tongue. She’s been known to rant at people for a good five minutes in Shelta, as the language is known to outsiders, before she realizes they have no idea what she’s saying. Agnes is also suspicious of strangers and although she flirts and enjoys herself, she doesn’t like to let people get close. Most of her friends are kept at a certain distance.
She doesn’t like to talk about her past, and has a habit of making up different stories whenever anyone asks about her family. Agnes has almost no respect for authority and a healthy contempt for most upper-class people that she’s prone to expressing, loudly, and preferably within earshot of her intended victims. She’s not a terribly loyal person, tending to look out for herself first most of the time, but she will defend her friends, and current romantic interest. Agnes also loves music, especially Irish folk music, and music from the 60s. She has a fiddle and knows a few tunes, though she prefers to sing. She loves bright colors and her little apartment looks like an artist’s palette exploded within. One of the walls is bright green, another is orange, a third blue. The kitchen is a bright yellow, and Agnes has a long green beaded curtain that serves as the doorway from the kitchen into the living room/bedroom.
0II. strengths Fun-loving, sweet, compassionate, animal-lover, good singer
III. weaknesses Fickle, easily manipulated, suspicious, lies, doesn’t think before she opens her mouth
0IV. goals Short term goals for Agnes consist of making enough money to pay the rent on her little apartment and keep herself and her cat fed. She also wants to ‘stick it to the man’ as she puts it, and she uses her illegal activities to get revenge against the people she sees as oppressors. Agnes’ long-term goals include attending college and finishing a degree, though she can’t decide if she wants to major in music or creative writing. She’d like to have a long-term, steady relationship, although she’s not sure she wants the commitment of a marriage.
00I. notable family & friends Bridgette “Paquette” O’Sullivan nee Guybertaut[mother], James O’Sullivan, [father] Matt “Clopin” O’Grady [friend]. Agnes also has very fond memories of the other members of her Irish Traveller community.
0II. overall history
Agnes was born in the middle of a thunderstorm on April 8, 1993, to Bridgette and James O’Sullivan. She was the last of the O’Sullivans’ children, and one of the younger children in their group. Because of this, Agnes became the pet of the group, and the other Travellers often spoiled her. Bridgette and James were Irish Travelers who moved around Ireland and Continental Europe with their assorted family and friends. Bridgette’s family was originally from France and came to Ireland with the Normans in the 1100’s—or so she told her youngest daughter. Agnes grew up on many such stories, though she later came to doubt them.
The first twelve years of Agnes’ life were idyllic. She grew up in the back of her parents’ RV, camping in the countryside and parks of Europe and Ireland. The O’Sullivans homeschooled the girl, along with the rest of the Traveller children, and Agnes had a diverse education. Besides reading, writing and math, Agnes learned music, dancing, and card tricks. She also learned the strict code of her community, which emphasized religion—particularly Roman Catholicism—abstinence from sexual relations before marriage, and a woman’s complete dedication to her husband. Just before Agnes’ twelfth birthday, the O’Sullivans and the other Travellers emigrated from Europe to the United States. They joined with a larger Traveller community and journeyed around the United States.
When she was twelve, her life changed dramatically. Police evicted the O’Sullivans from a campsite in Missouri, and took the children, accusing the parents of neglect. Agnes and the others were placed in foster care. She spent the next six years of her life bouncing back and forth between foster parents and group homes. Naturally suspicious of “country people” as Travellers called non-Travellers, this tendency only worsened with her negative experiences. Agnes developed an attitude, and a reputation for being surly and difficult, which made her that much harder to place. She also took to stealing things, simply to annoy her foster parents. Though most of those who took her in simply failed to provide her with adequate supervision, a few of the parents were abusive, and Agnes became adept at dodging both punches and unwanted attention.
At eighteen, she aged out of the system. On her own for the first time, she moved to New York and found a job working in a small organic coffee and tea shop. She rented a tiny studio apartment and saved up enough to paint the walls. When she’s not working, she plays her fiddle in Central Park for tips. She also uses her limited pick pocketing skills to bring in some extra income, although at the moment she doesn’t have a seller for the things she takes. She’s considering enrolling at NYU, but can’t decide what to major in.
III. sample postAgnes tucked the fiddle up under her chin and began to play. The bow skipped lightly over the strings as the notes of Uncle Rat’s Wedding floated across the clear air. She closed her eyes as she played, raising her face toward the sun. A gentle breeze blew, ruffling the trees around her. Agnes shifted a little, drawing her feet up beside her on the bench. Her da had taught her this song. Djali rolled around at her feet, chasing a ball of yarn Agnes had brought to the park with her.
She finished the song and switched to a more somber tune, The Foggy Dew. So far, no one had tossed any money into her fiddle case yet. But that’s alright. It’s early yet. Is anybody even about? She opened her eyes and looked around. No, Central Park was as empty as it was when she’d arrived there an hour ago. Oh well. She didn’t have to be at work today. Besides, I can always visit the pawn shop. She’d liberated some jewelry from a woman she’d passed on the street the other day and today would be the perfect opportunity to pawn it. Later. For now she was content to sit and play.
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SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this, modified by Yols with Shakespeare lines.
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