Post by marcellineprideaux on Jul 18, 2012 17:07:20 GMT -5
MARCELLINE NOELLE PRIDEAUX
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Play by: Katy Perry
Race/Species: Therianthrope
Species Info: On full moons, Marcelline transforms into a Marwari horse. Its a breed of Indian horses that were designed to be hardy but elegant war horses.
D.O.B.: December 25, 1983
Age they appear: 29
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Features: You put the three Prideaux sisters together and no one would ever doubt they're family. Big doe-y eyes, dark brown hair, pale skin. People have a hard time telling them apart, especially when they were all younger. Thank god for age differences. Marcy generally looks pretty conservative and its obvious that she's not super fashionable like her dad or some of her siblings. She's cute, but generally she goes for comfortable. However, she is extremely graceful and refined. She loved attending etiquette classes when she was younger and its rubbed off.
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Straight
Ethnicity: British / French
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: She has a tattoo of the sith empire's symbol on her left ankle, just an outline. Most people don't know its there, and if they do, they have no clue what it is.
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Flaws/Weaknesses: Marcy is a little no-nonsense. A lot of jokes go over her head, but she still tries to laugh about them anyway, just to fit in. She's slightly OCD and breaks down about disorganization in her own home, just please don't mess up her alphabetically organized bookshelves. When it comes to outside her apartment, she's a little more lenient because you really can't control the organization of a hospital, but it does get to her from time to time. She can be a bit hot-headed and tempermental around the full moon.
Skills/Strengths: Marcy is incredibly tough and resilient. She has an extremely positive, glass-half-full attitude and is a complete go-getter. She may not be a bottle of sunshine, but she's like a well-oiled machine always striving towards improvement. She loves to read and is extremely good at her job, practicing and practicing so she's probably the best nurse in the hospital. No body can put in an IV like she can, and she really is proud of that. She's also quick to learn and fairly intelligent.
Likes:
- Nursing
- Organization
- Villians in Stories (Intelligent ones)
- D&D (she has a secret geek side she shows no one except her fellow campaigners)
- Third Person Shooter Video Games (like CoD and Gears. she's actually won a few tournaments when she's had the free time)
- A Pair of Comfy Sweatpants
- Krav Maga
Dislikes:
- Fairy Tales
- Large Crowds
- Death (she gets really upset every time a patient dies on her)
- Getting Older (she's kind of afraid of it)
- Guns
- Jokes she doesn't understand
Other Information: Anything else you'd like to add please do so here.
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History: At least three paragraphs long.
RP Sample: Dashiell Adrien Prideaux was at war. War with the worst scum on the face of the planet. He was nasty, ugly, smelly goo that got stuck to the bottom of his shoe and scared away every potential conquest that Dashiell had tried to make. So now, Dash found himself resorting to matters that were far beneath him. Trying to pick up chicks at a fast food restaurant. Of course, there were other reasons for this. One, he couldn't fricking go out at night anymore with looking like a big honking deer. He'd been shot at three times in the last couple weeks, by humans thinking they'd come across a prize buck in the middle of the city. He was almost starting to wonder if he should move back home, just so he could have a place to change during the night now since they seemed to be force-shifting every. single. fricking. night.
Two, people were staying indoors more often now because of the sky, so the only place he could find some girls to hit on were food joints. And it was much harder to find chicks alone at some fancy restaurant. So McDonalds it was!
Moving up in the line, there was only one cashier. A pretty girl with blond hair up in a pony tail and small plastic frame glasses. Dash had his eyes set on her. Sure... he could go up to one of the people sitting alone at a table, but today... he felt like a challenge. He thought about what he wanted to say; what was really going to come off as the most dashing, charming, witty thing to say to someone... He also thought that he really hoped she had heard none of the rumors surrounding him and his tiny dick or the fact that he was gay and had AIDS and all that nonsense. Like I said, war!
Finally, he was next in line, when some old hag who looked like she'd been working for the company for years and hated everything about life, wandered up to another register and called out 'next!' looking directly into his face. He stuttered something about the person behind him could go, cursing his bad luck and utterly terrified of this women who looked like she was going to lean over the counter and drag him up to the cash register by his dick if he did not come up to order immediately. 'SIR NEXT!' she nearly yelled at him. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT!" He yelled back, his full moon traits coming out as he roared at her.
'There's no need to yell sir!' She growled back as she turned a fierce shade of red and looked like she was going to murder him even more. 'I'm going to have to ask you to tone it down.' She was still using a very authoritative loud voice and now they were causing quite the scene, which caused him to miss his opportunity to get the pretty cashier as someone sidled past him to order.
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ABOUT YOU:
Name you go by: Wiz
Other Characters you play: Kelsey Whitfield, Dashiell Prideaux
How long have you been RPing: 10+ years
How did you find us? RPG-D
