Post by Mystic Pearl on Jan 6, 2007 23:11:27 GMT -5
Information about You
Name: Tater. That's what I'm called. >__> Or Tater-ade. ^^
Age: 15 goin on 16..
Contact Information: Email, IMs are all in my profile. Or PM me here.
How long have you been roleplaying? Coupla years.
Have you read the rules? Mais oui.
Information about your Character
Nursing Student (please? ;___; .)
Name: Mystic Pearl Montague
Age: 18
Profession Nursing Student
Ethnicity: Caucasion
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Personal Style: Conservative--not exactly 'girly', but not 'tomboy'ish, just soft and..airy?
Physical Appearance: Mystic Pearl is smaller than average, at four feet, eleven inches. She weighs only ninety-three pounds. She's mostly un-muscular, since she doesn't much like working out, though she's somewhat athletic. Her eyes are cerulean (blue), and wide, curious, often showing off what she tries to hide, making her a horrible liar. Her hair, often kept down or in a scrunchie/banana clip, is light blonde in color, and sa bit wavy, sometimes curly, and long enough to touch her shoulders. Her skin tone is fairly pale, as she doesn't spend as much time outside as most others do, plus just genetics. She doesn't have a specific type of clothing that she absolutely has to wear all the time, though she mostly leans toward t-shirts and capris, and avoids jeans, and anything revealing.
Scars/Tatoos/ Piercings: She has one scar, a small one, on her side from an appendectomy. She doesn't have any tattoos and just small earrings--nothing fancy, just her birthstone--an amethyst.
Best Physical Feature: Her hair--it's a really pretty color, and she only rarely has a 'bad hair day'.
Worst Physical Feature: Her height--being only 4'11'' often keeps her from being able to do certain things, or reach things on high shelves.
Picture: Alexz Johnson (blonde!) I'm maknig the pic..it'll be here soon. >>
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Habits: She doesn't exactly have OCD, but she is more organized than most people. Her apartment is really clean, with most of the stuff in order. She also has the habit of correcting people's grammar--if she's looknig over someone's shoulder while they're writing something, she'll point out spelling and grammar mistakes.
Likes: Her job
Kids
Animals (especially cute ones)
Helping people
Green tea
Dislikes: Rude people
Impatient people
People who abuse animals or children
People that refuse to be helped when they really need it
Coffee
Personality: Mystic Pearl is shy, over all. She tries to avoid talking to people, since she's afraid of offending them. She's afraid of a lot of things, especially getting to close to people--because, she seems to think that getting close to people means that she will lose them, and end up getting hurt. And she hates being hurt. She feels guilty a lot for things that are definately not her fault, and takes the blame from others a lot. When someone says somethnig rude to her, she'll go into a metaphorical 'shell', and avoid that person. She is sometimes told that she's too trusting, which is probably true. When she meets someone, she automatically assumes the person is telling the truth, and will not lie to her, deceive her, or otherwise suck. She's really kind to people, especially kids, and sometimes cries if she sees a child or animal that's been abused.
Biggest Personality Flaw: Too trusting.
Biggest Personality Strength: Kindness
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Hometown: NYC
Educational Background: Got a 3.5 average in high school, and is currently in nursong school to become a NICU nurse.
Previous Places of Employment: Nowhere...O.o?
Family: Mother (deceased), Father (Deceased), no blood siblings, but several foster ones.
Brief Medical History: She was born prematurely, so she was in the hospital for the first couple months of her life, and has breathing problems along with others associated with prematurity. Other than that, she's been mainly healthy. She's had only one problem since then, appendicitis, but obviously it was a one-time thing and after the appendectomy it went away.
History: Mystic Pearl was not expected to live for a whole day, let alone the eightteen years she has so far. Mystic's mother and father were both cops in the NYPD. They were completely in love, and after being married for three years, they decided it was time to have a baby. After trying for a couple months, Mystic Pearl was conceived. But there was a problem--Mystic's mother, Liz, took too many risks, and managed to get herself shot. She died instantly, and doctors barely managed to get Mystic out--sixteen weeks before she was supposed to arrive. She wasn't expected to live through the night. Her father, Jeff, did nothnig but sit at his tiny baby's incubator for the next three months. Finally, Mystic was deemed healthy, after reaching the magical weight of four pounds, and sent home.
Several years, and Mystic and Jeff were the best of friends, Jeff nearly crying every time he had to send his daughter somewhere that he could not follow. And one day, Mystic came home from school, and Jeff was not there at the door waiting for her. After going into the kitchen to look for a note--Jeff always left a note if he knew he wouldn't be home when Mystic got there--she found Jeff lying on the floor, a knife going though his heart. She cried for several hours by her fallen father's side, until she finally got the nerve to call police.
Mystic was sent to live with a couple who had adopted a couple other children when she was ten, and got along great with all of them, though she was cautious not to get too close. At seventeen, Mystic had already graduated high school--she had skipped a couple years, because her teachers reccomended it, since she got almost straight A's--and wanted to go to college. But her foster parents, who had to, by then, support ten other children, could not afford to pay for it. So she did the next best thing--something that could afford. She went to nursing school, as she has been for about a year now.
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Pets? A kitten named Joyce.
Married? No.
Homeowner? No..lives in an apartment.
Average Salary? Err..I don't know? ;___;
Favorite Color White
Favorite Band Rascal Flatts
Your character frequently says… "When in doubt, wing it."
Is your character in general satisfied with their life? Sure
Roleplaying Sample: (Is it OK if it's from another character?)
Click. Tap. Clickity.
Cane and shoes hit pavement and ice as Xzandr plods down the sidewalk, avoiding at all costs looking at other humans. Especially those damn carolers...One of them approaches her and wishes her a merry christmas. She looks at the kid, squints, and half growls. "What's so damn merry about it?" The kid starts talking about God, and how it's his birthday or whatever. To which Xzandr turns and resumes her walk. She slides a couple times on the slick sidewalk, both times sticking one hand out--the free one--to grab a nearby pole or something, to steady herself. Just a couple..hundred..more yards. She can't believe the stupidity of some people. One guy, as she passed through the doors of the apartment complex, asked if she were walking to work today. All she'd done was smile--not a genuine one, more like her 'go to hell' smile--and gestured at her cane. To which the guy scuttled away, embarrassed. "Mother of god," Xzandr grumbles, stopping at the edge of the blacktop. It looks to her like an iceskating rink, the way it's so covered with ice. She's not afraid, it's just..she hates falling down. She hates feeling vulnerable, which is how she feels when she's on the ground. She starts slowly onto the hard black pavement, testing each step before taking it. As she approaches the sleek red motorcycle, a small smile spreads across her lips. No incident yet this morning. Perfect. It might just turn out to be a good day. Xzandr slides her sleek black cane into the custom holder on the side of the bike, and sits on it, starting the engine. Everyone thought she was crazy for getting it. Not only does she walk with a cane, but she drives pretty bad in even a regular car. They thought it would kill he rin the first fifteen minutes. But she's had it for almost a month now, and so far, no accident. Not so much as a faulty break. Pretty good for used.
Minutes later, she is stepping out of the parking garage at the hospital grumbling angrily. What the hell? Normally, one could easily go directly from the parking garage to the inside of the hospital. But today, the doors were blocked. Something about construction. She'd asked one of the worker to just let her through.
"Come on, man.."
"Nope. Can't go through."[
"Look at me! You really think I can walk all the way around?"
"Not my rule. You'll hafta ask the boss."
"Well where the hell's he?!"
"On vacation."
It didn't go so well, needless to say. So she ended up walking down the sidewalk once again, to the front entrance of the hospital. But this time isn't as uneventful.
First do no harm.
"My ass, " Xzandr grumbles under her breath as the little chunk of the Hippocratic oath goes through her mind. It seemed to be the last thing on the doctors' minds the day her leg got screwed up. The only one who bothered to fight for her was her father...and even he took a long time. She hates him. She hates those doctors..she hates..herself. But if it weren't for that, would she be a doctor today? Or would she have gotten some crappy low-level, dead-end job at Wal*Mart? Who knows.
Xzandr stops watching the ground. Big mistake. She's ten feet away from the door. What could possibly go wrong? She stops to take in the name of the hospital, study it..Her new workplace. What fun. Then she proceeds...And to her surprise, she ends up looking straight at the sky, a sharp back in her back as it hits the ice. She hadn't noticed that before... Her cane ended up sclattering to the left a couple feet. Out of her reach. A small medicine bottle--Vicodin, no less--falls out of the pocket of her bright orange hoodie, also scattering away, out of her reach. "Fuck," she grumbles, sitting up. Why can there be no such thing as a good day for me? She lifts both hands to rub her temples, badly needing that medicine bottle. She'd get it, but sliding across ice and concrete would be more painful. She knows for a fact she won't be able to get up on her own, so doesn't even bother to try. Why? It'll only make her look--and feel--like a complete idiot. And it'd hurt.
You can't always get what you want.
(I'm sorry this profiles sucks so bad...I made it a really long time ago, and completely lacked muse today. If it needs to be lengthened, I can edit in stuff as soon as I manage to get ahold of some muse. x____x )
