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[align=center] Susannah Elizabeth Cutteridge

* Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS Ivy, AND I AM eighteen. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT THREE YEARS AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE IN THE FUTURE POSSIBLY. I FOUND FKAC AT A FRIEND'S SUGGESTION. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF? THE CODE WORD IS ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WANT TO REACH ME? HERE'S MY IM: nonexistant--sorry, it just never works.
[/align]- - - - - Ivy, Susannah Elizabeth Cutteridge.
- - - - Title, Miss. - - - - Gender, female. - - - - Sexuality, straight. - - - - Age, fifteen. - - - - Place at Court, peasant - - - - PB (Play-By), Ellen Page.
[align=center] [/align]- - - - - Loves: all needlework (especially embroidery and lace making), watching other people, learning, listening to stories, spiders, looking at the sky at night....
- - - - Loathes, when people mistake her for a child, not being able to read, ants, cold rain, being wet, being dirty.... - - - - Strenghts, Needlework, running errands quickly, holding her tongue, cleaning and neatening without forgetting details, finding the cheapest sellers of a product and bargaining for it.... - - - - Weaknesses, not realizing what is or would be obvious for others, letting people her own age or status take advantage of her, being so abominably short, wanting to always believe the best in people, not being able to control her facial expressions.... - - - - Dreams, wanting to be married to someone who takes care of her and isn't unkind, learning to read. - - - - Fears, six-legged insects, going outside buildings in the dark, never being married or being married to someone who doesn't love her. - - - - Overall Personality: Susannah is content with her life. At the very least, she's accepted it. She frequently has to dodge rough hands when clearing dirtied tables at the inn, but she's quick enough on her feet to avoid most of them. The only other job she could find was cleaning out the forges at the blacksmith's shop, since she was the only one old enough and small enough to fit into the back corners of the machines. The way she sees it, cooking, cleaning, and washing dishes is a much better alternative.
However, Susannah is also quite anxious at times. Even though she knows worrying doesn’t ever solve anything ot accomplish anything, she’s concerned always about whether or not she’ll ever be married, to whom she’d be married to, what her husband might be like, if she’ll ever find a job above washing dishes, if she’ll ever get over her anxiety whenever there’s a marriage-eligible male nearby, and everything in between. She also worries that because of her height (a dwarfish four foot five) many people dismiss her as a child, men and women alike.
But Susannah gains pleasure from being useful. Sitting and being idle makes her uncomfortable and nervous, so she’s nearly always got something to occupy herself with. If she can’t find anything to do, she’ll hurry off to the kitchen or to the stables nearby or somewhere else she thinks she might be of use, and ask if they need any help. There isn’t a vast quantity of tasks that she can accomplish without a stepping stool, on account of her height, but she finds ways to be useful, be it polishing utensils or polishing a saddle.
[align=center] [/align]- - - - - Family Members, Mother—seamstress in town, and older brother, who is training to be a soldier.
- - - - Overall History, Susannah was born in southern England, where the weather was just a bit warmer than she’s had to get used to. She had a sister two years older than she, but that sister died of sickness when Susannah was only two herself, and the sister four. Her older brother was seven at the time. Their father was a foot soldier in the King’s army, and travelled often, but always returned with a small trinket for each of them, be it ribbons or a lead toy soldier for her brother. He died a skirmish off the western border, and Susannah's mother moved their family to the King’s court so she could look for better work and more fruitful lives for her children.
Since Susannah's mother was such a talented seamstress, Susannah learned early how to stitch, embroider and make lace just as her mother had. When young, she spent days with her mother in the small shop she ran, either doing small repairs on fabrics brought into the shop, or doing other small tasks such as restocking thread or sharpening needles or scissors. When Susannah grew older, her mother began looking into arranging a marriage for her, but most suitable young men were intimidated by her small stature, mistaking her for a child and accusing her mother of trying to be rid of her.
When Susannah was thirteen, she began looking for work. Her preference would be work as a maid (since her mother couldn’t afford to pay her to work at her shop), but no one she spoke to was willing to hire such a small girl, as they saw her lessened stature as a hindrance. The woman who runs the inn is a friend of her mother's and has known Susannah for years, so she knew she could rely on the girl to pull just as much weight and accomplish just as much (If not more) work as any other serving girl under her employment. She treats Susannah as she would any other girl, making few allowances for her height because she knows the girl will find a way around most setbacks, and knowing that Susannah wouldn't appreciate being set apart from the others her age. Always striving to make up for her limits, Susannah will exhaust every other possibility before asking for anything for herself, help included. However, if the help is offered without her asking for it, and she knows she needs the assistance, she won't turn down the aid.
[/font]- - - - - Roleplay Sample, Susannah hastened out the servants’ entrance of the inn and onto the streets, pushing hurriedly between people the way a toddler might push through the legs of his family. She struggled against the flow of people, as she was nearly always subject to that current’s whims, and managed to reach a looser throng of citizens at the center of the street. She had to dodge horses and carriages and carts whenever they clopped, rolled or clattered past, enduring their frustrated admonistrations with acceptance, but at least she had room to move. The small pouch of coins she’d stuffed into her blouse clinked against each other as she hopped over a large pothole in the cobblestones, and she quickly stifled the sound lest a theif hear it too. She hadn’t nearly enough money to buy the lace that her mistress had demanded, but any coin was worth snatching if the taker was desperate enough.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she mumbled apologetically whenever she bumped into people or startled them with her diminutative size. Occasionally, a matronly hand would extend to grab her and pull her protectively off the street, but rather than have to convince her protector of her true age and later suffer her own guilt for dawdling, she whisked out of reach and continued jogging toward the stitching row, the poorest section of it, where she knew she could bargain the harshest for the lowest prices and possibly get away with it. The trick was finding the person who was desperate enough to accept so little money for their work, and finding work that was worth going to so much trouble as to bicker with the seller for it.
Susannah hated going to the poorest section to barter, though. Her mother, brother and self had only recently managed to move into the merchants’ district and out of the mudslop of the poorer areas. Offering so little money for even such menial work was no different than stealing, and stealing from people who couldn’t afford to lose their work, too. Susannah disliked such a practice, but she needed the money she could save to repair the lace she had accidentally torn on her mistress' sleeve when she'd stumbled and her mistress had caught her.
Unfortunately for the linen sellers, Susannah knew just how hard her family had worked to escape the slums of the city, and she would protect what they had with whatever strength or abilities or resources she possessed. If her mistress ordered her to cheat others in the position Susannah had only just vacated, to maintain her hard-earned place in society, she would do it.
[align=center] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY THATSNOTMYNAME ! @ CAUTION EDITED BY LANIE OF FKAC [/align]
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Catherine Brandon
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Dec 15 2010, 09:33 PM
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Susannah Cutteridge
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Dec 24 2010, 11:35 AM
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