Post by whowhatwhere on Jun 21, 2012 19:59:59 GMT -5
P HOEBE EVANS
° N-ame ||Phoebe Evans
° A-liases || "Ankle biter", "Little Miss", "Boss" and more often than not "Runt"
°A-ge ||15
° G-ender ||Female
° F-amily || Mother{Ava}-living separately, Father{Adam}, Elder Brother{Jack*willing to edit for any potential Australia*}
° E-ye color ||Amber or, in a less poetic view, rather light brown
° H-air color || Dark brown
° H-eight || 4'10"-still in the process of a growth spurt-
W-eight || 84 lbs
° D-efining features ||| Small but expressive eyebrows due to their slightly thick nature, a small scar on her forehead (from a small childhood accident)that she covers up with a bandage and her bangs and always having some form of paint or ink splatters on her skin or clothes.
° A-dditional features ||| Phoebe has lately been becoming more wiry as she is undergoing a growth spurt but she retains some rather unladylike light defined muscle from years of rough housing with her brother and friends. Her nails are always a bit on the ragged side, as she is prone to chewing them when she becomes nervous. During the summer months, she is covered head to toe in freckles and a somewhat impressive tan.
The young girl more often than not, wears her elder brother's hand-me-downs roughly edited to fit her more comfortably (i.e shortening his breeches and a noble and very successful effort to dye a smock of his pink). When selling newspapers, she tucks her hair into a cap of his because, well, who's ever heard of a paper girl? She also downs her boy disguise of sorts when committing her petty acts of thievery. When simply playing or painting, Phoebe wears a particularly ratty pair of modified breeches, a white top she out of grew years before, a red scarf for artistic effect and her pink smock. No shoes required. She tends to tuck a flower in her hair every so often, maybe as a sign of emerging femininity. She's never been interested nor invited to formal affairs so the few dresses she has are on the short and outdated side but that suits her well enough.
° J-ob || Paper girl for her father/ Thief
° R-eason for current profession || She helps her father sell papers because her elder brother outgrew the task years upon years ago. As for the thieving tendencies? Phoebe views it as a way to correct the excess of wealth amongst the upper class. . .and she simply wants to use the money she's nicked to one day go on a grand adventure.
° D-istrict || S. Residential District
° P-ersonality ||
Stubborn: Phoebe has been known to argue with people to the point of exhaustion, bringing up near non-existent points because she simply cannot accept losing. It is simply not an option to her. She will not accept that certain jars will not open and that there is no way rhyme any word in the English language with 'orange'. Phoebe is most definitely a 'never say die' sort to a fault.
Creative: She lives for the arts, in particular, painting. However it isn't just painting and drawing she limits herself to, she adores the entire category of artistic expression. Poetry, dance, acting, music; she delights in it all though she is best at visual art and well, mediocre at best with music and dance.
Restless: Her insatiable quest for amusement and adventure isn't limited to not liking to be confined to a room. If Phoebe is required to limit herself to one activity to do or contemplate over at a single subject at a time, you will have a very displeased young girl. Unless she can completely lose herself in a subject, it's best to give her multiple things to mull over at once. Of course, more often than not those things are why boys act so stupid, is a certain person worth it to pick pocket and when will she ever get a womanly figure.
Childish: As mature as she believes she is, Phoebe's inner 5 year old tends to rear her head often. Pouting, slamming doors, sticking her tongue out at people, not being able to sleep during a thunderstorm? Far from the adult she pretends to be. The fact that she cannot part without her stuffed Bunny, Peaches, is just the icing on the cake of her immaturity.
Sensitive: Much to her great shame, Phoebe takes everything said to her to heart. Though she puts on a disaffected front, she truly is as sensitive as any young girl. She even gets slightly depressed whenever someone teases her about her eyebrows and may even cry (though she hates to show tears in public).
Brash: Phoebe has a temper and a vocabulary which is far better suited to a sailor or even a pirate than a young lady. She tries her best to not cuss around adults but every so often, she slips up and lets a colorful word pass through her lips. She has a terrible temper and cannot tolerate being teased (even playfully).
° L-ikes ||
•Clockwork trinkets
•Watching ships
•New art supplies
•Tales of daring
•Games
° D-islikes ||
•Being reminded her behavior is unacceptable for a young lady
•People with no imagination
•Close calls
•Authority figures questioning her
•Stifling clothes
° F-ears ||
•As embarrassingly childish as it may be, she's terrified of the dark
•Strange looking fish
•Harm coming to her hands/fingers
•Tedium
° G-oals ||
•To explore all of Atheros
•To create something beautiful
•To win an arm wrestling contest against her brother
•Become so beautiful when she gets older that everyone who teased her regrets it- yes, that's petty but honest.
° H-istory ||
(Explain as much as possible)
° R-oleplay example ||
° U-sername || WhoWhatWhen
° A-ge || 21
° T-ime zone || EST
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? ||
°E-xtra || This is an application I filled out over half a year ago from this site that I never got around to finishing as life as incredibly crazy at that point.
° N-ame ||Phoebe Evans
° A-liases || "Ankle biter", "Little Miss", "Boss" and more often than not "Runt"
°A-ge ||15
° G-ender ||Female
° F-amily || Mother{Ava}-living separately, Father{Adam}, Elder Brother{Jack*willing to edit for any potential Australia*}
\-|-°-|-/
° E-ye color ||Amber or, in a less poetic view, rather light brown
° H-air color || Dark brown
° H-eight || 4'10"-still in the process of a growth spurt-
W-eight || 84 lbs
° D-efining features ||| Small but expressive eyebrows due to their slightly thick nature, a small scar on her forehead (from a small childhood accident)that she covers up with a bandage and her bangs and always having some form of paint or ink splatters on her skin or clothes.
° A-dditional features ||| Phoebe has lately been becoming more wiry as she is undergoing a growth spurt but she retains some rather unladylike light defined muscle from years of rough housing with her brother and friends. Her nails are always a bit on the ragged side, as she is prone to chewing them when she becomes nervous. During the summer months, she is covered head to toe in freckles and a somewhat impressive tan.
The young girl more often than not, wears her elder brother's hand-me-downs roughly edited to fit her more comfortably (i.e shortening his breeches and a noble and very successful effort to dye a smock of his pink). When selling newspapers, she tucks her hair into a cap of his because, well, who's ever heard of a paper girl? She also downs her boy disguise of sorts when committing her petty acts of thievery. When simply playing or painting, Phoebe wears a particularly ratty pair of modified breeches, a white top she out of grew years before, a red scarf for artistic effect and her pink smock. No shoes required. She tends to tuck a flower in her hair every so often, maybe as a sign of emerging femininity. She's never been interested nor invited to formal affairs so the few dresses she has are on the short and outdated side but that suits her well enough.
\-|-°-|-/
° J-ob || Paper girl for her father/ Thief
° R-eason for current profession || She helps her father sell papers because her elder brother outgrew the task years upon years ago. As for the thieving tendencies? Phoebe views it as a way to correct the excess of wealth amongst the upper class. . .and she simply wants to use the money she's nicked to one day go on a grand adventure.
° D-istrict || S. Residential District
\-|-°-|-/
° P-ersonality ||
Stubborn: Phoebe has been known to argue with people to the point of exhaustion, bringing up near non-existent points because she simply cannot accept losing. It is simply not an option to her. She will not accept that certain jars will not open and that there is no way rhyme any word in the English language with 'orange'. Phoebe is most definitely a 'never say die' sort to a fault.
Creative: She lives for the arts, in particular, painting. However it isn't just painting and drawing she limits herself to, she adores the entire category of artistic expression. Poetry, dance, acting, music; she delights in it all though she is best at visual art and well, mediocre at best with music and dance.
Restless: Her insatiable quest for amusement and adventure isn't limited to not liking to be confined to a room. If Phoebe is required to limit herself to one activity to do or contemplate over at a single subject at a time, you will have a very displeased young girl. Unless she can completely lose herself in a subject, it's best to give her multiple things to mull over at once. Of course, more often than not those things are why boys act so stupid, is a certain person worth it to pick pocket and when will she ever get a womanly figure.
Childish: As mature as she believes she is, Phoebe's inner 5 year old tends to rear her head often. Pouting, slamming doors, sticking her tongue out at people, not being able to sleep during a thunderstorm? Far from the adult she pretends to be. The fact that she cannot part without her stuffed Bunny, Peaches, is just the icing on the cake of her immaturity.
Sensitive: Much to her great shame, Phoebe takes everything said to her to heart. Though she puts on a disaffected front, she truly is as sensitive as any young girl. She even gets slightly depressed whenever someone teases her about her eyebrows and may even cry (though she hates to show tears in public).
Brash: Phoebe has a temper and a vocabulary which is far better suited to a sailor or even a pirate than a young lady. She tries her best to not cuss around adults but every so often, she slips up and lets a colorful word pass through her lips. She has a terrible temper and cannot tolerate being teased (even playfully).
° L-ikes ||
•Clockwork trinkets
•Watching ships
•New art supplies
•Tales of daring
•Games
° D-islikes ||
•Being reminded her behavior is unacceptable for a young lady
•People with no imagination
•Close calls
•Authority figures questioning her
•Stifling clothes
° F-ears ||
•As embarrassingly childish as it may be, she's terrified of the dark
•Strange looking fish
•Harm coming to her hands/fingers
•Tedium
° G-oals ||
•To explore all of Atheros
•To create something beautiful
•To win an arm wrestling contest against her brother
•Become so beautiful when she gets older that everyone who teased her regrets it- yes, that's petty but honest.
\-|-°-|-/
° H-istory ||
(Explain as much as possible)
\-|-°-|-/
° R-oleplay example ||
A test of courage is something no self respecting person could turn down, even if they were absolutely terrified of the dark. Of course that was information that no one needed to know. Even still, the small brunette freshman hugged her stuffed pink bunny to her chest. Phoebe took solace in the fact at least they were supposedly assigned a partner to venture the school with in the event the upperclassmen organized.
There was nothing, nothing absolutely nothing scarier than a school at night and Asher Academy was no exception. In fact, it seemed ages creepier than most other schools at night. Why so? The Academy was on a very muggy island in Florida. Fog always added a scary factor to every situation by at least fifteen percent.
Now was not the time to freak out! No way! That would be humiliating, even if she was alone at the moment. Phoebe fiddled with her neon green polka-dotted pajama shorts, hoping the bright colors, her signature look, would give her comfort. Her orange tank, fuschia ponytail holder and the delightedly stereotypical bunny slippers, while not giving her any dignity whatsoever, helped the Australian girl feel more at home.
She desperately hoped her teammate for the challenge wasn't some prissy scaredy-cat. Phoebe was jumpy as is, a walking cream puff of a companion would only make the situation worse.
"Eva~!" Phoebe called out the name she was given on a card by a senior. "Umm, Eva! Where are you?" The girl couldn't really contain the panic in her voice as she was frantically searching for her team mate. Maybe she had chickened out and left Phoebe to fend for herself. She couldn't ever forgive her if that was the case. Bouncing on the heels of her slippers, Phoebe began to pace, clutching her stuffed animal tighter and tighter.
-from a superpowers boarding school type RP-
There was nothing, nothing absolutely nothing scarier than a school at night and Asher Academy was no exception. In fact, it seemed ages creepier than most other schools at night. Why so? The Academy was on a very muggy island in Florida. Fog always added a scary factor to every situation by at least fifteen percent.
Now was not the time to freak out! No way! That would be humiliating, even if she was alone at the moment. Phoebe fiddled with her neon green polka-dotted pajama shorts, hoping the bright colors, her signature look, would give her comfort. Her orange tank, fuschia ponytail holder and the delightedly stereotypical bunny slippers, while not giving her any dignity whatsoever, helped the Australian girl feel more at home.
She desperately hoped her teammate for the challenge wasn't some prissy scaredy-cat. Phoebe was jumpy as is, a walking cream puff of a companion would only make the situation worse.
"Eva~!" Phoebe called out the name she was given on a card by a senior. "Umm, Eva! Where are you?" The girl couldn't really contain the panic in her voice as she was frantically searching for her team mate. Maybe she had chickened out and left Phoebe to fend for herself. She couldn't ever forgive her if that was the case. Bouncing on the heels of her slippers, Phoebe began to pace, clutching her stuffed animal tighter and tighter.
-from a superpowers boarding school type RP-
\-|-°-|-/
° U-sername || WhoWhatWhen
° A-ge || 21
° T-ime zone || EST
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? ||
°E-xtra || This is an application I filled out over half a year ago from this site that I never got around to finishing as life as incredibly crazy at that point.
