HOLMES, OPHELIA MARIE

[OPHELIA MARIE HOLMES]

* ophelia m. holmes ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Ophelia Marie Holmes

NICKNAMES NA.

DATE OF BIRTH March 8.

AGE Fourteen

GRADE/YEAR Sophomore

ELEMENT Wind

SEXUALITY Pansexual

MARITAL STATUS Uh.. Single?

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Taissa Farmiga

EYE COLOUR Green

HAIR COLOUR Light, sort of dirty blonde bordering on brown.

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'4", 114 lbs.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Ophelia has a small scar on her chin, directly underneath the lip, where she split her chin as a child. She has a scar on her forehead where she cut herself with scissors, cutting her own hair. Other scars came from cats in the past, a dog bite as a 6th grader, and some scars from a stupid game in middle school called ‘quarters’ on her knuckles.

CLOTHING STYLE Ophelia loves pretty things. Dresses, nice little shoes, and she adores knitted and crocheted sweaters and jackets. She’s very modest and kind of shy, so she usually tries to cover up. the most she’ll show is a tiny bit of chest and sometimes a little leg. She’s usually clad in floral, character, or vector patterns, and loves to wear cool colors.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Incredibly polite, always smiling, and very easily pleased.
  
• Punctual and reliable
  
• Loves to laugh—Ophelia is constantly making jokes, either out loud or in her head, and is her own favorite comedian a lot of the time. She is very easily amused.
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• A total pushover. She will know that she is being taken advantage of, but won't say anything for months until she explodes or has a panic attack. This, of course, depends on the degree to which she is being taken advantage. (She might explode if someone else is dumping their homework on her, or sending messages through her.)
  
• Ophelia can become discouraged and depressed very easily. If she gets excited about something and is let down, it can ruin her whole day. Witnessing the way people treat each other makes her disgruntled or even angry, depending on the degree of disrespect shown. If something she was really depending on(such as a job) falls through, her motivation to try again can be entirely drained.
  
• She tends to jump to conclusions about things—and inwardly thinks that her opinion is the right one, regardless of what the other person is saying. She has to learn by her own mistakes, rather than learning from other people’s.
  

LIKES

• Rainstorms
  
• Wind Chimes
  
• Violin and cello music
  
• Whistling really catchy tunes
  
• Books, from classics like Oliver Twist to poetry like Charles Bukowski.
  
• The way snow looks in a wind storm
  
• Concerts [they're the only place she really lets loose]
  

DISLIKES

• People with inflated egos
  
• Slackers, cheaters, liars, and thieves
  
• Chartreuse
  
• Having someone who has no idea what they're talking about give her instructions
  
• Asking directions from strangers
  

STRENGTHS

• Incredibly empathetic
  
• Speaks her mind on behalf of others, but never herself
  
• Becomes passionate if she is given the motivation
  

WEAKNESSES

• Ophelia can be quite naive, and often puters herself in positions to be taken advantage of.
  
• Easily guilted. She even guilts herself if she thinks she's made the wrong decision.
  
• She has a weakness for people who grew up in rough homes or dysfunctional families.
  

FEARS

• Saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and offending the wrong people.
  
• Being left behind.
  
• Making people angry and not knowing how to fix it.
  

BEST MEMORY
Ophelia’s best memory is probably one of her father and herself at the fireworks show for Independence Day. Her father cheered like a little boy at a demolition derby. Independence Day was the one time of year that her father was truly happy and not just masking his stress with a strained smile.

WORST MEMORY
When she was young, Ophelia’s father dated a girl who seemed okay. He moved in with her, and she was very physically and verbally abusive toward Ophelia, but her father still cared for her and never did anything about it. The awful woman made Ophelia call her Mom, and said terrible things about her real mother to her constantly. Her worst memory came from when this woman left her father, and reduced him to tears in the process by leaving a note, their engagement ring, and hawking everything else that had value in their home.

LONG-TERM GOAL To do something important with her life. She hasn’t decided what her real, clear cut goal is yet, but she wants to eventually help her community on a massive scale.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHERTanya Marie Odom, housewife and Water elemental, died when Ophelia was very young

FATHER Joseph Howard Holmes, IT guy, 45

SIBLINGS None

OTHER She is only really close with her father.

HISTORY
Ophelia grew up as an only child, raised by a single father who loved her more than anything in the world. He wasn’t an educated man until he was in his mid thirties, but he was wise, and he knew how the world was from personal experience. He taught her how to treat people with kindness, but also to watch out for those who meant her harm, although she didn’t exactly absorb that lesson as well as she could have. He showed her time and again that she was a good person and that someday, her good deeds would help her achieve her ultimate goal of helping people on a large scale.
She always suspected that she was somewhat different than the other kids in her classes, especially once she felt as though she were constantly surrounded by a breeze that no one else could feel. As she started to mature, she felt lighter than air, and floated through her classes with a dreamy disposition that didn’t suit her, according to her teachers. Her father suspected that she was gifted once he found out, assuming as much because his mother had possessed the very same trait.
They moved around every couple of years until her father enrolled her at her in the gifted highschool he had heard about, where he felt she would excel in her gift and receive a wonderful education. Since being enrolled, she has done wonderfully in her studies, although she hasn’t exactly made friends; in fact, she may have made an enemy or two.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

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AGE 19

RP EXPERIENCE I've written on and off in forums since middle school.

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RP SAMPLE

There was a window on the 21st floor; a rather large window of little consequence to anyone but Henrietta and her small black cat, Archibald, who was probably her only and closest friend in the world. Outside the window that only mattered to the two most optimistic creatures in the building, there was a dreary, disheartening, and daunting place that was so spuriously named "Dunley Heights". To her, "Heights" was a word applied to a place of living that wasn't crime ridden, where people didn't die in the streets every day of starvation, and where children didn't lose their parents at an age that prevented that child from remembering who they really were. Whomever had named this chagrin place was a cruel man, indeed, for rubbing it in even farther that almost no one in this piece of the pie would live past the age of 40, and even if they did, they would live the existence of a human being treated as a dog; a dog that bred to be vicious and to hunger for the blood of it's fellows.

Henrietta looked down at Archibald, who was cradled in her thin arms.

"Bunch of savages in this town, I tell you."

Archibald, being a cat, couldn't really make out what she was saying; all he could do was look up and try to read the expression in her voice, which told him that she was having one of her bitter moments that she so often had while staring out the window. He didn't understand her, and not just because she was a woman, but because he was a cat. He was happy as long as he was fed and watered and had a cozy spot in bed with a warm human. Why was it that people could not also be so content? Why could they not be comfortable with what they had? He'd seen those robot people out on the street, and that was the ultimate slap in the face to appreciation, as far as Archibald was concerned.

Oh, now you've upset me!, he thought, and took a lazy step and a half-assed leap out of her arms to find a happy place again.

Henrietta sighed a heavy sort of jaded sigh. She walked away from the window and into her book room/bedroom in hopes of regaining her usually sanguine state of mind, and to her surprise, looking through her book titles did make her happy, as well as the thought that today was the day should could go buy a new puzzle and a new book, because she'd gotten paid extra well for the incredible stitch job she'd done for a little rich girl's parents. She did have a reputation, and she was very good at her job. It was like a big puzzle that was entirely challenging enough to keep her busy for a long period of time. Stitching kept her occupied, and kept her afloat with the money she made doing it. It was rare that a person in her position (being the poor, low class kind) was able to find and keep a job that she enjoyed.

She smiled for what she had; Archibald wasn't entirely correct in his assumption that there was no appreciation, whether Henrietta had known that's what he was thinking or not. She appreciated her books and her lifestyle, and did whatever she could to change what was currently known as "normal" living conditions so that everyone could have what was acceptable. Scraping by on the bare minimum was not how people were meant to live. The first step to change is learning about how to make it, though, and that's why she read so much and did all of her puzzles. She wanted to learn how to create a strategy that was of well enough value to use in the event that she should ever get a chance to turn things around for the people in Dunley "Heights".

She suddenly turned with a smile on her face to the place where Archibald was lying on the counter intersecting her living room and kitchen.

"Archy, you lazy little thing. Come here. We're going out to the book store."

The cat looked bemused. He didn't like their trips out very much, he always got shoved or kicked it shooed with a broom. He had demanded as well as a cat could to be carried henceforth after the last visit, which had involved Archibald and a dutch oven.

Henrietta pulled on her brown leather shoes, still in very good shape, and an over sized trench coat from the closet near the kitchen. She picked up an unsuspecting Archibald and stuffed him into the big pocket in her coat, where she had vowed to keep him since that incident in the kitchens near the book shop, and was on her way out through the heavy metal door that separated her apartment from the hallway. She ventured down the stairs, which actually took a very long time to do from the 21st floor, and headed into the street. The book store wasn't more than two city blocks away.

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