Post by Maddy on May 19, 2010 15:16:20 GMT -5
Current username: MadameleFey
Character’s name: Sylvia Lennox, goes by her middle name, Fey.
Character’s approx. age: 16
Character’s physical appearance: Blue-green eyes; shoulder-length
chestnut-ish hair, 5'6.5".
Character's personality: Loyal, aggressive, annoying at times, usually in a good mood, short attention span, most definitely a people person... think of a Golden Retriever with very eclectic taste and an obsession for faery-tales.
Bio: Little Sylvia grew up the daughter of a divorce-lawyer and an account, and the sister of a death-metal obsessed big brother. So it's little wonder a childish girl like her found her escape in an adoptive family-- Mother Goose and the Brothers Grimm.
After a book of faery-tales inspired her, Sylvia's name changed to Fey (her middle name) and she tried her hand at writing. Though not particularly devoted to her own stories, she became devoted to the folklore she read about. Research turned into a life goal.
Now that her parents have jobs in New Orleans and her brother has run off to be a roadie, that leaves Fey to the the jaws of a Creole City. And based on what she's heard, she'll need a lot more magic than her faery-dust necklace to survive this disenchanted place.
Two-paragraph sample post: Of course Fey chose to wear ruby slippers on her first day out in the city. Half her fashion sense was a reference to a faery-tale or nursery rhyme. And there was no reason for her to think she was in Kansas anymore. In fact, all her things from back home in El Dorado were at this new home. Unpacked and hopeful, she had quite the change in store for her, but she didn't want much change yet. There were sunflowers to miss, friends to give her new address to, a big city to figure out... a small-town girl like her (albeit one with an NYC-sized personality) would need an adjustment or twelve before getting used to New Orleans, and there was no chance she'd get used to anything before grieving her old place.
Looking over herself in a full-length mirror-- not realizing she had the rest of Dorothy's outfit to match the slippers-- she clutched her faery dust necklace, muttered a quiet wish for companionship, and walked out of the door to go into the jungle. Definitely not in Kansas anymore.
Actor Image (optional): (None. For now; maybe later...)
Character’s name: Sylvia Lennox, goes by her middle name, Fey.
Character’s approx. age: 16
Character’s physical appearance: Blue-green eyes; shoulder-length
chestnut-ish hair, 5'6.5".
Character's personality: Loyal, aggressive, annoying at times, usually in a good mood, short attention span, most definitely a people person... think of a Golden Retriever with very eclectic taste and an obsession for faery-tales.
Bio: Little Sylvia grew up the daughter of a divorce-lawyer and an account, and the sister of a death-metal obsessed big brother. So it's little wonder a childish girl like her found her escape in an adoptive family-- Mother Goose and the Brothers Grimm.
After a book of faery-tales inspired her, Sylvia's name changed to Fey (her middle name) and she tried her hand at writing. Though not particularly devoted to her own stories, she became devoted to the folklore she read about. Research turned into a life goal.
Now that her parents have jobs in New Orleans and her brother has run off to be a roadie, that leaves Fey to the the jaws of a Creole City. And based on what she's heard, she'll need a lot more magic than her faery-dust necklace to survive this disenchanted place.
Two-paragraph sample post: Of course Fey chose to wear ruby slippers on her first day out in the city. Half her fashion sense was a reference to a faery-tale or nursery rhyme. And there was no reason for her to think she was in Kansas anymore. In fact, all her things from back home in El Dorado were at this new home. Unpacked and hopeful, she had quite the change in store for her, but she didn't want much change yet. There were sunflowers to miss, friends to give her new address to, a big city to figure out... a small-town girl like her (albeit one with an NYC-sized personality) would need an adjustment or twelve before getting used to New Orleans, and there was no chance she'd get used to anything before grieving her old place.
Looking over herself in a full-length mirror-- not realizing she had the rest of Dorothy's outfit to match the slippers-- she clutched her faery dust necklace, muttered a quiet wish for companionship, and walked out of the door to go into the jungle. Definitely not in Kansas anymore.
Actor Image (optional): (None. For now; maybe later...)
-Mascii(: