Post by penelopetubal on Dec 29, 2012 23:05:55 GMT -5
* penelope j. tubal ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME penelope jane tubal
NICKNAMES those who aren't close to her usually call her penny. her grandfather calls her pen.
DATE OF BIRTH january , 03.
AGE fourteen years old.
GRADE/YEAR tenth grade
ELEMENT wind
SEXUALITY gay as a diamond-studded rainbow
MARITAL STATUS (unhappily) single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM sophie turner
EYE COLOUR grey
HAIR COLOUR reddish blonde
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5"9, 138 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES small, blobbish birthmark on ankle.
CLOTHING STYLE fond of dresses and blouses.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- witty (in a dry, sarcastic way)
- intelligent
- loyal
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- emotional
- dishonest
- stubborn
- lazy (albeit not always)
LIKES
- knitted socks
- leather bound books
- traveling
- rainy days
- sarcasm
- feminism
DISLIKES
- peanut butter
- sunlight
- spelling
- math
- pragmatic people
STRENGTHS
- cunning
- loyal
- sympathetic
WEAKNESSES
- procrasinates
- can't hold her tongue
- prone to acting out of sudden emotion
FEARS
- needles
- coming out
- most social situations
BEST MEMORY her 9th christmas, in which she got a puppy
WORST MEMORY sitting through a chuch sermon on homosexuality when she was 12
LONG-TERM GOAL to find a way to stop worrying about other's opinions
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER yvette elizabeth winchester, (42), paralegal
FATHER chester aaron tubal, (40), nurse
SIBLINGS none
OTHER her maternal grandparents, emily winchester and david winchester
HISTORY penelope's maternal grandparents were elementals - emily a fire, david a water. they were married for only three years before they divorced, but managed to have two children, yvette and nicholas. where he was 16, nicholas killed himself. yvette, shaken by the tragedy, decided she needed to leave the house and married chester at the age of 18. a year later, they had penelope. after her birth, yvette decided that she needed to go back to school. since chester worked the late shift at the hospital most nights and yvette was always in class - and later under the thumb of a demanding boss - penelope was alone a lot as a child, moving between her grandparent's houses and being home alone almost every day. she was raised by television, as a family friend once put it. she learned most of what she knew about being a functioning human being - from social skills to what sexual orientation was - from television and books. as a result, her social skills in elementary were always pretty poor. her parents worried about her initially - but the worry eventually turned into exasperation about how "abnormal" their daughter was. the parents vs daughter fights occurred more frequently and more frequently until eventually both parties had to go to group therapy. before she left home to attend the academy, she was a quiet, closeted, angry child with a family who she loved but could never seem to agree with. everyone was happy when her wind powers developed enough to allow her to attend the academy, because "taking a break could be good for everyone". penelope expected to change at the academy - to grow less stotic, to grow more kind, to maybe even come out. but old habits die hard, and she still acts angry and quiet, still has trouble talking to other humans, and still can't bring herself to talk to people about her sexuality.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME ana
YOUR AGE 13
RP EXPERIENCE not a lot, actually...
HOW'D YOU FIND US? i think you were the affilate of some site i was looking at?
SECRET WORD correct
RP SAMPLE
Beth did typically not enjoy parties.
She did not like the lights that flashed so quickly they could probably give someone an epileptic seizure. She did not like the mass of bodies that you had to push through to move around the room. She did not like interacting with other human beings. At the very least, she did not like interacting with the stupid ones. And the people at this party all seemed to be of the stupid variety.
She made little dent marks in her cliche red plastic cup with her fingers, trying to stay patient and keep her cool. Even if she usually avoided parties, she had one reason to be here tonight.
There he is. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the man across the room. Her grip tightened on the poor plastic cup she was holding and crushed it quickly. She found a smile spreading across her lips - but not one of happiness. One of rage.
She dropped the cup and touched the inside of her arm. She could feel the shape of the knife concealed behind the long arms of her sweater. Everything was perfect. The night looked like it might be fun, yet.
Tonight looked like the night Victor Cabret was going to die.
