Post by Persephone on Jan 21, 2011 5:56:28 GMT
~The Basics~
Name:Persephone Sotto
Nicknames: Sephie, Per Se, Tele (cause phone? It's cute.)
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
~The Miscellany~
Family:The whole she-bang – parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, second cousins, everything. Ironically though, no brothers and sisters.
Canon: Greek Mythology
~The Big Stuff~
Appearance: For nine months out of the year, Sephie glows like the freaking sun. Her hair is bright blonde, her skin tanned, her smile shining, her eyes as blue as the sky – the picture of a summer day. For the three months of winter, everything about her changes (via her own action, of course). She dies her hair black, her skin gets more pale, her smile becomes less effervescent, even her eyes seem to reflex the darker blue of the sea rather the sky. She has never been able to understand why she feels she must do this but she always does, every year, despite however many times she claims she won't again.
Attire is int he same vain. When she is in her "light mode" she's big on casual clothes - jeans, sweaters, sundresses, nothing particularly out of the ordinary. When she goes dark, so does her clothing and style. Her eye makeup gets heavy, she wears a lot more daring and dark clothing and she goes from looking sort of sweet to sort of dangerous.
Personality: Sephie is usually a sweetheart – warm and fun and pleasant to be around. She's quick to laugh and really the sort of girl that's friends with just about everyone. However, there are those odd three months. The minute it starts to become winter, the girl's personality starts to reflect her new appearance. She becomes short, mean, biting even. She becomes sarcastic and disinterested in interacting with people.
History: Sephie's life, for the most part, has been a pretty normal one. She has loving parents and a huge family so she's constantly surrounded by love and support. She was a pretty relaxed child, though her family noted that she was often withdrawn or fussy during winter (which they chalked up to the winter blues). As she got older, she started having weird reactions to random things (alternatively hating and loving and loathing pomegranates, for example) but everyone just considered her a free spirit and moved on.
When she got a little older, things got a lot more complicated. Everyone started to notice the immense changes going on with her during the winter and no one could figure out what this was really connected to. All the odder was when she started to express this odd feeling that someone was going to try and take her from her mother or that someone was going to try and kill her family. A therapist was eventually involved and she was diagnosed with schizophrenia. This never seemed right to Sephie and, when she started to have dreams about a place she had never seen, she knew where she needed to be. She packed her bags and headed towards the Town.
~The Final Touches~
RP Sample:
She had been thinking about leaving for months but it was Mid-December when she did leave. If she hadn't been contemplating leaving since April, she wouldn't have decided to do it now (she was self-aware enough to know that she made different decisions in the winter than she would potentially make in June). But she knew she had to leave. Whatever this Town was, she knew it was where she needed to be. She had been putting off going for long enough, for years potentially (she thought that the meds she was on when she was younger might have been blocking her dreams) and she knew that this was the place that she could find whatever answers she was looking for.
Or maybe it was just a place where she could feel completely at ease with herself...even when she was in her darker place.
Sephie slid her hand into her black jacket and looked out into the distance, where she was beginning to see the Town come into focus. Her lone bag was slung over her shoulder, her black military hat pulled over her dark hair and covering her heavily eyelinered eyes. She was nervous, fearful even. She should have waited until the spring. People would have met her as she really was. Or was this who she really was?
Screw it.
Sephie sighed and started to walk forward into the town.
Have you read the rules:Can't keep a good myth dooooooown, baby!
Anything you'd like to add: There's much talk of awesomeness and brooms in these applications. Why has no one said that BROOMS are awesome?
Celebrity Claim: Evan Rachel Wood
Name:Persephone Sotto
Nicknames: Sephie, Per Se, Tele (cause phone? It's cute.)
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
~The Miscellany~
Family:The whole she-bang – parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, second cousins, everything. Ironically though, no brothers and sisters.
Canon: Greek Mythology
~The Big Stuff~
Appearance: For nine months out of the year, Sephie glows like the freaking sun. Her hair is bright blonde, her skin tanned, her smile shining, her eyes as blue as the sky – the picture of a summer day. For the three months of winter, everything about her changes (via her own action, of course). She dies her hair black, her skin gets more pale, her smile becomes less effervescent, even her eyes seem to reflex the darker blue of the sea rather the sky. She has never been able to understand why she feels she must do this but she always does, every year, despite however many times she claims she won't again.
Attire is int he same vain. When she is in her "light mode" she's big on casual clothes - jeans, sweaters, sundresses, nothing particularly out of the ordinary. When she goes dark, so does her clothing and style. Her eye makeup gets heavy, she wears a lot more daring and dark clothing and she goes from looking sort of sweet to sort of dangerous.
Personality: Sephie is usually a sweetheart – warm and fun and pleasant to be around. She's quick to laugh and really the sort of girl that's friends with just about everyone. However, there are those odd three months. The minute it starts to become winter, the girl's personality starts to reflect her new appearance. She becomes short, mean, biting even. She becomes sarcastic and disinterested in interacting with people.
History: Sephie's life, for the most part, has been a pretty normal one. She has loving parents and a huge family so she's constantly surrounded by love and support. She was a pretty relaxed child, though her family noted that she was often withdrawn or fussy during winter (which they chalked up to the winter blues). As she got older, she started having weird reactions to random things (alternatively hating and loving and loathing pomegranates, for example) but everyone just considered her a free spirit and moved on.
When she got a little older, things got a lot more complicated. Everyone started to notice the immense changes going on with her during the winter and no one could figure out what this was really connected to. All the odder was when she started to express this odd feeling that someone was going to try and take her from her mother or that someone was going to try and kill her family. A therapist was eventually involved and she was diagnosed with schizophrenia. This never seemed right to Sephie and, when she started to have dreams about a place she had never seen, she knew where she needed to be. She packed her bags and headed towards the Town.
~The Final Touches~
RP Sample:
She had been thinking about leaving for months but it was Mid-December when she did leave. If she hadn't been contemplating leaving since April, she wouldn't have decided to do it now (she was self-aware enough to know that she made different decisions in the winter than she would potentially make in June). But she knew she had to leave. Whatever this Town was, she knew it was where she needed to be. She had been putting off going for long enough, for years potentially (she thought that the meds she was on when she was younger might have been blocking her dreams) and she knew that this was the place that she could find whatever answers she was looking for.
Or maybe it was just a place where she could feel completely at ease with herself...even when she was in her darker place.
Sephie slid her hand into her black jacket and looked out into the distance, where she was beginning to see the Town come into focus. Her lone bag was slung over her shoulder, her black military hat pulled over her dark hair and covering her heavily eyelinered eyes. She was nervous, fearful even. She should have waited until the spring. People would have met her as she really was. Or was this who she really was?
Screw it.
Sephie sighed and started to walk forward into the town.
Have you read the rules:Can't keep a good myth dooooooown, baby!
Anything you'd like to add: There's much talk of awesomeness and brooms in these applications. Why has no one said that BROOMS are awesome?
Celebrity Claim: Evan Rachel Wood
