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Church, Phillipa; [done]
Topic Started: Jan 28 2010, 08:55 AM (222 Views)
William Tobias Church
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<span style='font-size:19pt;line-height:100%'>Phillipa Tobias Church
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* My life's not to lead through power or greed
I am but a poor girl when I'm cut I bleed .

HEY THERE. THE NAME IS Pim, AND I AM 23.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT TOO LONG
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE NON-EXISTANT. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS PUMPERNICKLE

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  • - - - - Full Name, Phillipa Tobias Church
    - - - - Title, Girl is usually the title
    - - - - Gender, Female
    - - - - Sexuality, Hetero
    - - - - Age, 23
    - - - - Place at Court, Servant/ seamstress
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  • - - - - Eye Color, Blue
    - - - - Hair Color, Blonde.
    - - - - General Look,
    Build: A small build, somewhat waif-ish but healthy or as healthy as one can get in her position. Structure in general is petite.
    Hair: Blonde, and most often messy and half pulled back but on occasion it can be found down and falling over her shoulders in some god-awful mess. Length is about to the small of her back
    Eyes: A light blue in color and thickly lashed. Looks eternally doe eyed, soft but horribly curious in appearance.
    Skin tone: Tan, no fancy hats or parasols for Phillipa to hide.
    Facial Features: No make up, slightly rosy cheeks, though usually it’s just a hint of sun, a few freckles scattered over the bridge of her nose and cheeks. High cheeks, a small nose and a somewhat rounded face.
    Distinguishing Marks: A somewhat moon shaped birth mark of only slightly darker color at the small of her back, just to the left of her spine.
    Common Attire: A simple dress, though sometimes she is lucky enough to have discarded fabric to make herself something special.
    General Look: Phillipa is proud, very proud, and she carries herself that way. Very upright, chin up and a bold look on her face, but she doesn’t ever seem to quite make eye contact with anyone.
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  • - - - - Loves, Conversation
    Animals
    Sewing
    Warm nights
    Beautiful dresses
    Well made suits
    Gardens
    New People
    Chance encounters
    Surprises
    - - - - Loathes,
    Being snubbed
    Rudeness
    Dirty skirts that have been dragged through mud and God knows what else
    Being cold
    Being silent until spoken to
    Liars
    Little Yappy dogs
    Potatoes
    Frivolity
    Losing things
    - - - - Strengths,
    Intelligent
    Brave
    Very hard working
    Takes a few risks now and then
    Punctual
    Friendly
    - - - - Weaknesses,
    Hard-headed
    Impatient
    Sometimes naïve
    Has a Napoleon complex
    Occasionally obnoxious
    - - - - Dreams, To make a name for herself and bring her father’s name back to its former glory..
    - - - - Fears,
    The dark (more of a phobia)
    Making mistakes
    Going back to the streets
    - - - - Overall Personality, Phillipa is commonly jovial, and hardly ever would you find her in a bad mood. She’s eager to please, finds it impossible to worry and always looks for the best in things. Of course William is also timid, and a tad judgmental when it comes to strangers, though she’ll deny it later if you bring it up. She holds a grudge for a rather long time unless something is done about it by the other party and just like judgment, she’ll deny being mad, so it’s almost impossible to fix any rift between herself and another. Phillipa has spent her fair time in the streets and usually can hold her own ground should push come to shove, but more than anything she’d like to just be a lady.

    Give her a reason to trust you and you can do no wrong in her eyes, but heaven help you if someone else points out that you’ve been treating her poorly afterward. She’s indecisive, in the most obnoxious way possible, and often childish, but it’s only a trait that people who know her accept rather quickly and come to love her for it all the better.
    She a bit mixed up in the ideas of love and though she’s got a firm grasp on what she thinks it should be, that’s a whole other thing from what it often times actually is, so if you’re looking for an easy lay, Phillipa is not even in the same neighborhood as your girl.

    On the other hand, if you’re looking to be the one, I advise you come in banners waving and riding a white charger, because Phillipa misses subtle things all too often and simple gestures, though they will be noticed, will only be considered as friendly. She is very protective of those she loves and has a bit of a Napoleon complex, assuming she can handle things that are far beyond her and thinking that she appears much more intimidating than she actually is..
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  • - - - - Family Members,
    Mother: Kate Donovan
    Father: Lt. James Church.
    - - - - Overall History, Born in England to an Irish mother and a Lt. to the king’s army, Phillipa was brought up in a house full of love and the necessary discipline to produce a well behaved young girl who was quite respectable as a ten year old in society. Surprise, Phillipa was a girl, not a boy as her parents had hoped, and though they were just as happy with the little girl to dote over, the name they had originally picked, stuck, sort of. Phillip. Phillipa was an odd bird in her own little ways. She quite often preferred to spend her time reading in her father’s study than entertaining the family’s guests with all of the piano playing and singing and reciting that was to be expected of a girl her age and the child hardly had any friends at all, at least not of the human variety. Phillipa was quite the tamer of beasts and had thus far in her short life, procured a myriad of pets from a black thoroughbred to a small fox kit she had stumbled upon in the family’s gardens. The other girls were not so interested in the wonders of Phillipa’s world and would much rather enjoy their tea parties than “mucking their gowns” and so she quickly became a sort of outcast of the younger society.

    At eleven years of age Phillipa was thrown headfirst into a world not at all her own and a life that she was desperate to escape from as a fire swept through their home on a summer night. Her father had succeeded in pulling her unscathed from the blaze but upon returning to retrieve her mother, the structure collapsed, burying both mother and father in a nightmare that Phillipa would not soon forget. No family member was willing to take the bizarre waif of a girl who had not spoken since that night and was prone to fits of near hysteria at any moment and so she was sent to a home for orphans in London. This “home” upon arrival was no more than an old widow with twenty children, twenty one with William and more arriving monthly. Food was scarce if any, and housing was a thing far opposite from her life before. Begging was her only means of nourishment, if the people of London were generous, she was fed for the day but her quota was hardly ever met and for nine years, she lived in squalor, income to a widowed peasant and source of entertainment and ridicule to the city.

    Phillipa was intelligent, however, and had kept her own share of the money, though it starved her, the thought of freedom kept her belly full at nights and after nine years and at the age of eighteen, she presented her worth in coins to the woman of the house, buying her freedom with little argument from the old crone and launching herself out on her own and final freedom. Now three years later and twenty three years of age, Phillipa is a simple seamstress in the palace, merely an apprentice now, but showing great potential and aside form the unnerving fact that she never will meet anyone’s gaze, her history is easily hidden from her higher beginnings all the way through life in the gutter, Phillipa simply is, and has no past or present as far as you will ever be concerned.
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  • - - - - Roleplay Sample,
    (this is from a short stint with a super hero board)

    Anne Marie was only a few days old in this place, fresh off of the plains of Oklahoma and a little culture shocked to say the least. It would take some getting used to, this living style, and so many secrets, well it was enough to make her head spin, and required much exploration on her part. It had all begun with a fairly brief tour of the facilities on the day of her arrival, Tuesday morning, and as most of the other students were all tucked away in their respective classes, it was a considerably dull and uneventful welcome to the Institute. Of course the library and the kitchen and all other necessities were on the agenda for the tour, and Anne Marie committed them to memory, but what really had her curious was the entire floor of the complex that was left untouched by the introductory tour, it was obvious on in the elevator, the lower floor was not ventured, and there was no possible way it was as uninteresting as her tour guide had made it out to be, no something was hidden down there and it made Anne Marie want to find out what exactly it was even more so.

    Of course unpacking and the like were first on the list of things to do today, clothes were put away, knick-knacks set in place to give her part of the room something more,.. well lived in looking, and a number of photographs of her own design were mounted on the walls. In all it took a good bit out of the day, and out of Anne Marie, and having just left the hospital a few days before, she was not surprised. She was, however, curious. Did overexertion like that leave her physically drained as well? It was the first time she had encountered her abilities with natural light, and Anne Marie was still learning how her body reacted to the toll that was placed upon it. It was a shame she couldn’t remember much of it, it would have been nice to have some sort of category to place the action in to, but all that she could recall was the flash of light and half of the ambulance ride. Ah, well, perhaps she would learn more about this new discovery here, at least she hoped she would, that was what she was here for wasn’t it?

    She half considered changing clothes, wondering if perhaps a more refined wardrobe was in need for her first day here at the institute, her current one being just a pair of blue jeans and flip flops accompanied by a green t-shirt with the words “Giving back is the new black” scrawled across the front. And then of course there were the bandages, left over from her hospital visit, tightly wrapped white linen bandages that spanned from wrist to elbow on both arms to cover the burns from her run in with the undiscovered spectrum of her abilities. Only two more days until she could remove them, and she had to admit they were rather a pain, besides, what would the others think of her? The bandages were a bit,.. well….angsty looking. Sighing lightly and frowning in an irritated manner at those arms, she shook her head decided against it, better to have them see and ask than try and hide it only to make it look more suspicious.

    Anne Marie had planned to immediately go in search of the sublevels after unpacking, but sleep was in order instead, and upon awaking, it was time for dinner and that along with introductions and all things related took up the rest of her day. Her classes began the next day, and were quite a bit more tiring as well as time consuming than she had expected, though she quite enjoyed them just the same, but it left little to no time for snooping about as she so planned and her intended sleuthing would have to wait until a more practical time.

    Saturday to be exact. No plans for the day, just a do-as-you-please, which Anne Marie had been waiting for. Most students had plans to go out and spend their time in the city, or at least out of doors, and normally Anne Marie would have followed along, but not today, today she had things to do and places to see. It was near one in the afternoon when she had decided that the place was empty enough to get around without much question, and slipping from her room quietly, Anne Marie scanned the hallway for a brief moment, before casually making her way to that elaborate elevator that lay at the far end of the wing. Luckily her room was not too far from it, and punching the button quickly, she waited for a moment before the doors slid open and she stepped inside. It was all very common, from anyone’s guess she could have been going to find a bit to eat or to the library or any other normal day-to-day activity, but Anne Marie knew different.

    That curious little smirk twisted at the corners of her moth as the doors to the elevator slid shut, and she reached out to hit the button that had been nagging her so. Sub-level. A few seconds worth of an elevator ride and she was there, the steel doors sliding open with silence and the small brunette stepping from the contraption with a bit of timidity, a stark contrast to her formerly bold self. Well, she was here.. now what? Scanning the barren hallway, Anne Marie took notice of the small plaques that pointed to various wings and rooms of the new level, and one in particular caught her eye. Danger room? Interesting..
    She quietly ventured in the direction of the sign, making sure now and then that she was in fact alone, until she came across the rather intimidating, and impressive door of the danger room. Now Anne Marie was not a stupid girl, and knew that it was probably in her best interest not to venture inside, however, and this was a large however, a room like this must have windows or something of the sort, and that she was going to find.

    It didn’t take long to locate the room just adjacent to the first, marked observation, and turning quickly to check over her shoulder; Anne Marie grabbed hold of the door handle and slipped inside. Aha! Windows. The room behind that pane of glass was something rather disappointing, nothing but a bare room, though apparently built to take a beating, but the disappointment was quickly relieved by the panel of buttons and switches and all sorts of playthings before her.

    “He-llo…”
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Charles Brandon
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  • Hiya Pim!!

    I'm KG and I'll be taking a look at your bio. :) It looks really good! I can certainly see that you have a firm grasp on who your character is and what she wants to be. But there is just one thing.

    Her name.

    We really do love the creativity. But we have had issues with historical discrepancies being pointed out at a later time and then we have to go back and clean up this big mess because, while we're not a completely historically accurate board, we really try to get the little things right. So unfortunately we're gonna have to ask you to pick a different first name. By all means, keep Tobias as her middle name. :) But take a look at this and browse around to see if maybe you can find a female name you might like.
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William Tobias Church
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Alright I think that might do it.
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Charles Brandon
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[align=center]Thank you so much, Pim!! I know it's probably a super duper pain. And for that I apologize. As for future plot, I really think Susanna and Phillipa could get along. If you're interested totally PM me for plottage!!

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