Post by pixie on Apr 30, 2013 16:04:25 GMT -5
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*MARGOTMAYFAIRLIGHT,
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Face Claim: Jane Levy
OH, HAI THERE! I'M PIXIE AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR ABOUT 10 YEARS SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT ME UP AT MY PM-BOX AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
[/i] if you must, though she hates the term. she used to love it, before it became something everybody called her, at which point she decided that she was thoroughly over it. her eyes are a light, dusty grey-blue which she refers to as "thundercloud-colored" when asked, much to the eyebrow-raises of others. she has fair complexion and as hard as she may try, simply cannot obtain anything more than a burn at the beach, which always peels right back to her original skin color instead of fading to a beautiful tan like those she envies. she has a good number of freckles, but she covers most of them with foundation, so as to avoid the "creepy ginger" thing as much as possible.
FULL NAME margot may fairlight
AGE 16
GRADE 10
SEXUALITY straight as far as she knows. she's never experimented!
BIRTHDAY february 11
OVERALL APPEARANCE
her sense of dress is admittedly quirky, though she follows fashion obsessively enough that her look is never referred to as "weird." she adores vintage dresses, fun patterns, and wearing as many colors as possible at all times. she also has a large collection of decorative eyeglasses that she frequently adds to her outfit. she's in love with accessories and feels one can never have enough.[/justify][/ul]
LIKES
- fashion
- gossip
- dance
- colors and brightly-colored things
- cats
- adorable and/or quirky accessories
- social media
- event planning
DISLIKES
- missing class
- those she considers to be weird, creepy, icky, or generally unfavorable to hang out with
- criticism (she can't handle it very well)
- direct confrontation (she prefers to solve things more passive-aggressively)
- dull colors, or black and white
STRENGTHS
- dancing; margot is a great dancer and has good body flexibility and strength due to many years of experience.
- humor; margot is funny. she has a definite wit about her, loves sarcasm, and knows how to make a group of people laugh.
- quirky; margot is colorful, loud, and definitely overall her own person. her quirkiness adds to her uniqueness and what makes her margot.
- technological; margot loves social media and is sort of a whiz when it comes to trendy things on the internet. she runs several blogs and spends a good amount of her time tweeting, texting, or otherwise typing up a storm.
WEAKNESSES
- keeping secrets; margot LOVES to talk and share things with her friends, and although she tries to be loyal to those she cares about, but sometimes a secret is just too juicy not to spill!
- disorganized; although she is a perfectionist, the one thing she cannot do perfectly is keep herself organized! she has to resort to clever measures just to be able to keep her things in order and not get distracted by what's around her.
- flaky; margot is always looking for greener grass, even if she's in a great place already. she's always looking for the next exciting thing to do or place to be, and sometimes she forgets what she's already supposed to be doing. she has a tendency to make promises and then later break them due to her disorganized schedule or just plain forgetting because something else came up.
PERSONALITY
HISTORY
when margot was a child, her parents each had a different job. her mother, anastasia, was a professional illustrator specializing in children's books. by the time margot was in elementary school, she was delighted to find that her mother had, in fact, illustrated most of her favorite books, which she wasted no time bragging about to every single one of her classmates. she determined at this age that she, too, wanted to be an illustrator, and begged her mother to teach her how to draw "book pictures" too. try as she might have, though, margot couldn't grasp the basics of art. she hated coloring in the lines and much preferred splattering fingerpaints all over her paper and then decidedly walking away from it, tracking paint throughout the house, whenever she got bored or distracted. where the artistic skill had certainly skipped margot when it came to drawing or painting, where she did have an aesthetic advantage was in her use of colors. she loved colors and definitely did have a creative streak in her daily life that she was quite satisfied with regardless. frederick was the one who inherited the true artistic talent, however, and he soon went on to be an aspiring architect like their father, edwin.
as the children grew older, freddy found that having a younger sister wasn't nearly as bad as he'd anticipated when the idea first came up so many years ago. in fact, frederick and margot became extremely close, and frederick found himself very protective of her, as any good big brother ought to be. eventually, the family had another child, a second daughter named emma. emma was five years younger than margot and nine years younger than frederick, and she was adorable. the whole family fell in love with her soft blonde curls, big brown eyes, and the messy splatter of freckles across her face.
when emma grew old enough to attend school, edwin, who had made quite a good amount of money as an architect at this point and was looking for something that would let him spend more time with his wife and family, decided along with anastasia that he would retire and the two of them would purchase a small bed and breakfast to keep the family going while the kids got through school. while the family wasn't necessarily rich, they were well off and had plenty of money to support them while they experimented with this endeavor. eventually their bed and breakfast became popular and they expanded the building to hold more rooms, and the family spent more and more time there, the kids helping out after school and working for their parents for some extra spending money.
although margot was a people person and enjoyed the hustle-and-bustle atmosphere of the bed and breakfast, when it was time to go to highschool, she opted to attend wentworth, the boarding academy located just a few hours away, so that she could have some peace and quiet once in a while and wouldn't constantly be at her parents' beck and call. [/justify][/ul]
RP EXAMPLE
“Do you, uh… need some help?” I asked, eying the girl carefully. She was teetering on one foot, trying to balance on the corner of a wooden bedpost, reaching precariously across the ceiling. She quickly shook her head when I spoke, but didn’t turn to look at me. I didn’t blame her; one false move on her part and I would become the sole occupant of Room 204B before the year even began. Not that I was protesting.
“No, no!” She responded. Her voice wavered, but determination was etched across her face. “I do this all the time.” Oh, good. I had been worried I might get a crazy roommate this year, but this one just spent her time dangling off of bedposts. I hesitantly closed the door behind me, and then moved in to examine what, exactly, this girl was trying to do. Before I could get a good look, though, there came the sudden, loud smack of her hand against the ceiling, a pause, and then another loud smack. This was followed by a victorious squeak from the girl, who quickly clambered down from where she had been perched and pranced over to the light switch on the side of the room, flicking it off without a word of warning. The sudden darkness threw me and I looked over at her, about to ask one of the many questions forming in my mind, when she pointed up, redirecting my gaze. From the corner of the ceiling, a group of shiny, plastic glow-in-the-dark stars cast a dim green over her side of the room. Oh.
I was wondering to myself whose hilarious idea it had been to pair me with the new transfer student from the fourth grade when she whispered to me, “now we can make a wish even when there are no stars outside.” The lights were still off. I wished for an escape route.
She started laughing, and when she turned the lights back on I could see her doubled over as though something were hysterical. Her laugh wasn’t like a normal laugh, either. It was like a chorus of inhales and bursts, tiny bumblebees exploding one by one. It was that kind of bizarre, annoying little laugh that lasts the longest and makes everyone else in the room start laughing all over again. I couldn’t help but feel like this was going to be a really long year.
She must have read the look on my face, because she quickly collected herself and shook her head at me. “I’m so sorry, it’s just—you seemed so alarmed!”
“You could say that.”
She started laughing again. “You’re so funny!” She exclaimed, reaching down to grasp my hand. “I’m Nephele.”
She pronounced it like Neff-elly, and I thought for a moment that she had sneezed, but apparently that was her name. I had no idea what to make of this girl. Deciding reluctantly that escaping was not in my near future, I sighed and turned her grasp into a handshake, gently taking my hand back once it had finished.
“I’m Simone.”
“Simone?” She repeated, looking more fascinated than was necessary considering the oddness of her own name. “That’s gorgeous! What is that?”
“Uh… French, I think?”
“It’s beautiful. Si-mooooone. I just can’t stop saying it!” She beamed at me, and I noticed for the first time what a contrast the two of us made standing next to each other. Nephele was dressed in a ruffled sundress, covered from head to toe in shades of bright blue. Her hair was so blonde that it was almost white, and it was tied up in tiny buns on either side atop her head, with a small trio of buttercups that looked like they had been picked right from the grass that day tucked delicately behind her ear. I felt almost underdressed in comparison as I smoothed my simple black tank top over my dark wash jeans, my dyed black hair pulled back into a huge, unkempt ponytail as an attempt to contain its frizzy strands from going full medusa on me. I could almost feel my black eye makeup weighing down my eyelids, even though it wasn’t all that heavy. She was so full of lightness and air that everything around her just seemed to sink into the floor.
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