Post by penelopeandrews on Aug 7, 2008 2:54:16 GMT
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Role playing experience: Four years
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Name: Edith
Age: --
How to contact you: PM or ask for my YIM
Role playing experience: Four years
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Penelope Andrews
About your Character
Name: Penelope Andrews
Nickname: Penny
Age: 23
Country: England
Position:(Outlaw, King's man, Sheriff's man, etc…) Neutral but keenly concerned for the people of Nottingham. Not much of a worldview outside that.
Job: Servant-Kitchens in Nottingham castle
Eye Color: Jade
Hair Color: Auburn
Height: 5 foot 3
General Appearance:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please)
Penny can be described as a fairly plain girl with some rare features. Like her father, her own hair is a deep auburn and her eyes a light shade of green. The rest of her makeup, however, can easily be attributed to her mother, particularly her height. While not as short as the dwarf-like woman, Penny just pushes five foot three and her slight figure only works against her to make her appear shorter. She carries herself with an air of being at home wherever she goes. Not to be described as confident nor a shrinking violet, Penelope has a natural grace which makes her appear as if she’s always been wherever she is and wants you to feel welcome too.
While in the castle, Penny’s general appearance cannot be describe as particularly put together. Because of the work she does in the kitchens all day her hair is usually tied back in some disarrayed chignon and she has a bad habit of constantly getting flour on her nose by who knows what means. It often has earned her playful laughs from the other servants but never scornfully or mockingly; it’s hard for anyone to maintain a pristine appearance in such conditions after all.
Though not normally one to take much notice of articles of fashion, Penny does have a pair of beautifully carved metal hairpins her father crafted for her before the loss of his hand. They are her most prized possession for just this reason and she can always be seen to wear them at important celebrations in the town and castle, even though she’s almost always in a serving role in the latter and no one is likely to notice. With a particular fondness for the color blue, Penny is often seen admiring other women’s dresses against her not so colorful daily surroundings. Though happy with her situation, if she could indulge in one thing it would be a light blue dress.
Likes:
Laughter
Cooking
Stories, the more inflated the better
Sunflowers
Early mornings
Family
Children
Music
Dislikes:
The Sheriff
Not being taken seriously
Dishonesty
Death
Afraid of dying alone
Violence
Personality:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please)
Penny is a cheerful spirit, not easily given to despair despite all the suffering she sees about her. Though most people would hate the thought of spending the major portion of every day in a hot kitchen, much less serving the entirety of Nottingham castle, Penny enjoys her job. Being slightly obsessed with food and quality preparation, she’s gained a reputation for being quite a good cook. Though she is not the master cook of the castle, she takes pride in the signature touches she adds to each dish that passes under her skillful hands. Despite her extreme dislike of the Sheriff, she believes in always doing her job to the best of her ability. Penny has trouble justifying working for a man such as the current sheriff but, not seeing any way out, has attempted to keep the guilt in check by smuggling out whatever food she can and giving it to the poor.
Though shy, she loves people and, above all else, loves to laugh. Tell her a good yarn and she’s likely to love you forever, the taller the tale the better. Altogether Penny has only two strong opinions and those are on the subject of her family and the poor. While she cannot justify the actions of people like the Sheriff, she firmly believes that there is good in everyone and thus has become known for her compassion and optimistic views. She is a kind and sweet soul but her naivety is perhaps her greatest weakness. Often turning an unintentional blind eye to many things that would upset her, this fault is sooner or later going to lead to her downfall.
Family: Margaret Andrews (nee Gardener)-Mother
John Andrews-Father
Matthew Andrews-Brother (33)
Background:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please)
Up until the age of 12 nothing of much importance occurred in Penny’s life. Her mother, Margaret, the daughter of a modestly well off farmer met and married the local blacksmith’s son, a certain John Andrews. Though John was some years older than Margaret they were well matched and loved each other a great deal. In the years to come, this simple fact would carry them through numerous trials and heartaches. A year into their marriage, Margaret gave birth to their first child, a strong son and future heir whom they named after John’s own father, Matthew. The first ten years of their marriage were spent in Matthew’s careful upbringing. Though certain that he should pick up his father’s profession, Matthew never had a particular aptitude for the blacksmith trade. When asked to attend to the fires his mind was always turned to the wild forest and secret haunts only he knew just outside their doorstep. It wasn’t long before his parents recognized their son was better meant for other work but John refused to give up on his son. During this time, Margaret fell pregnant three times, each child being stillborn. Afraid she was now barren, Margaret sought the advice of many of the wise women she came upon and tried many folk remedies to cure the curse of her barrenness. When all hope seemed lost, Margaret fell pregnant with Penelope, ten years after Matthew’s birth. Seen as a miracle child, Penelope was spoiled horribly by her parents, who believed their angel could do no wrong being so heavenly brought in their time of despair. That said, Penny grew up with many more freedoms than she would have had if she had been born before Matthew. She was generally given free reign to do as she pleased as long as no member of the family needed assistance and she relished the freedom of not being tied down to any one thing she did not wish to be in the middle of.
Most of Penelope’s early life was spent in tasks about the house or the special few deliveries she would make on behalf of her father. At home, she enjoyed making any number of interesting concoctions for their meals, many of which failed but a number of which were good enough to warrant the notice of not only her family but any guest who was lucky enough to stop in.
It was the autumn of her twelfth year when her father lost his hand in a skirmish with a thief who deemed their home a good location to rob. John knew his blacksmithing days were over and hoped to pass his business on to the now grown Matthew. Matthew, not having the heart to tell his father he had no wish to take on the endeavor, chose rather to go into service of the king. With a few whispered promises to return to his most beloved sister, Matthew left the tearstained Penelope to tell her parents the next morning of his departure. Her parents never got over the shock of his leaving nor his method of doing so and Penny still feels guilty for not telling her parents of Matthew’s plan before he got far. Though she has not seen her brother since the age of twelve, she prays nightly for his safe return to her and the parents who so desperately wish to make amends for the pressure they placed on him to take this course.
Without means of making enough money to feed themselves not to mention pay the taxes, Margaret took a job as a seamstress and Penelope was given a position in the castle kitchens. Though never fond of the constant heat, Penny delighted in the opportunity to do what she loved all day. It gave her a freedom she could never have expected to have at home (particularly after her parents refused to let her out of their sight after Matthew left) and she relished the opportunity. Spending the next ten years of her life working in the kitchens and serving any other role she was called upon to perform while there, Penelope knows the ins and outs of the castle almost as if she’d lived there her whole life. Despite its mixed inhabitants, both those she loves and loathes, she thinks of it as a second home. When the current sheriff came to power a decided shift occurred not only in the castle but in all of Nottingham. Though she hates the Sheriff’s unfair taxes, which are forcing the majority of people into poverty, she still believes, perhaps because of her naivety, that there must be some good in the man. For this reason alone does she not go out of her way to criticize the man himself but rather the decisions he has made and continues to make. Still, she feels a deep sense of guilt for being around the Sheriff’s hoards of food all day long and, whenever she gets the chance, attempts to smuggle a little food out of his stores. Though she has never taken the time to think of the consequences of these actions it is unlikely she’d stop, feeling for the poor who constantly stand at their doorstep begging for the clothes on their back. While she’s not sure that Robin and his men should be stealing from anyone, she recognizes that the poor must be fed somehow and she generally supports their endeavors.
Anything else: Don’t think so
Face Claim: Felicia Day
RP Sample: at least two good paragraphes
Eva chuckled at Kathy’s response to the statement that she was impatient. Of course she was but so was Eva when the right situation provoked her. Perhaps it was a bad family trait but as Eva had gotten older she’d learned to better deal with that impatience. Patience was a virtue you had to exercise in the forest if you were to successfully live there as long as they had and she had gone out of her way to work practice it. Still her habit of fidgeting in boredom or distress was almost impossible to hide from the careful observer. The young woman had every confidence, however, that her little sister would grow out of it eventually or, at least, gain enough patience to let someone know where she’d gotten off to.
How different life must have been when her mother had been their age. No Sheriff or his men to worry about, it had to have been a safer place. If there was anything Eva wanted above all else, it was simply to feel safe, to feel free to live her life without fear of having someone she loved killed or simply fear for want of food and a shelter that didn’t perpetually leak. That was the problem with living in the forest, you had the first almost guaranteed but the later was the price you paid for it.
A merry laugh escaped her as Kathy said she’d told Gary. “Did he acknowledge that he heard what you said,” she asked, sure her sister had said it quickly in passing or shouted it incoherently. Besides, she hadn’t seen Gary today though she’d made an effort to seek him out, hoping he’d some clue where Kathy and the others had run off to. It wasn’t as if she didn’t trust her sister, she just didn’t trust the rest of the world. There were simply too many chances for something to go wrong, especially with a man like the Sheriff in power. He'd become a figure without a name, simply a title that meant pure evil and damnation. Eva could feel the old anger traveling through her again. Every bit of her hated that their punishment continued long after Emily’s death and would probably never completely end.
Sometimes she had to remind herself that the forest was the safer place to be. None of those in league with the Sheriff had yet to stumble across their dwelling and they had everything they needed to survive. Eva could happily live the rest of her life in the forest, forgetting that a world outside of the trees existed but she knew it was pure fantasy. Her mother and Kathy were always there to ground her and remind her that she couldn’t just wander off into her world; she had responsibilities.
Her brown eyes watched with surprise as she watched her sister’s usually energetic form droop. Normally Kathy didn’t take her chiding words this way. Certainly she promised to do better in the future, which she was bound to forget a moment later, but she didn’t look this put out. Eva wondered what could have possibly caused such a response as she watched the children come out of their place of hiding. The collective groan confirmed what Eva should have been expecting, an attack or prank of some sort. “I don’t know if I’d have found it funny but I would have put up a good fight,” she said defensively as Kathy rolled her eyes. She wasn’t that far removed from some of the children in age and could still relate to many of the shared secrets only the eyes of children could tell. Fate made her grow up too quickly but she could still remember and understand.
Eva could tell her sister was put out and she felt guilty. “No, I didn’t know. I only suspected, which I always have to do with you, Kathy. You keep me on my toes,” the young woman said, sorry for once that she’d actually foiled Kathy’s trick before it hit her, a rare occurrence. “I know you well enough to know you wouldn’t let the other children get too far.”
Password: (This is to ensure you have read the RULES.) I’m not being funny
Penelope Andrews
About your Character
Name: Penelope Andrews
Nickname: Penny
Age: 23
Country: England
Position:(Outlaw, King's man, Sheriff's man, etc…) Neutral but keenly concerned for the people of Nottingham. Not much of a worldview outside that.
Job: Servant-Kitchens in Nottingham castle
Eye Color: Jade
Hair Color: Auburn
Height: 5 foot 3
General Appearance:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please)
Penny can be described as a fairly plain girl with some rare features. Like her father, her own hair is a deep auburn and her eyes a light shade of green. The rest of her makeup, however, can easily be attributed to her mother, particularly her height. While not as short as the dwarf-like woman, Penny just pushes five foot three and her slight figure only works against her to make her appear shorter. She carries herself with an air of being at home wherever she goes. Not to be described as confident nor a shrinking violet, Penelope has a natural grace which makes her appear as if she’s always been wherever she is and wants you to feel welcome too.
While in the castle, Penny’s general appearance cannot be describe as particularly put together. Because of the work she does in the kitchens all day her hair is usually tied back in some disarrayed chignon and she has a bad habit of constantly getting flour on her nose by who knows what means. It often has earned her playful laughs from the other servants but never scornfully or mockingly; it’s hard for anyone to maintain a pristine appearance in such conditions after all.
Though not normally one to take much notice of articles of fashion, Penny does have a pair of beautifully carved metal hairpins her father crafted for her before the loss of his hand. They are her most prized possession for just this reason and she can always be seen to wear them at important celebrations in the town and castle, even though she’s almost always in a serving role in the latter and no one is likely to notice. With a particular fondness for the color blue, Penny is often seen admiring other women’s dresses against her not so colorful daily surroundings. Though happy with her situation, if she could indulge in one thing it would be a light blue dress.
Likes:
Laughter
Cooking
Stories, the more inflated the better
Sunflowers
Early mornings
Family
Children
Music
Dislikes:
The Sheriff
Not being taken seriously
Dishonesty
Death
Afraid of dying alone
Violence
Personality:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please)
Penny is a cheerful spirit, not easily given to despair despite all the suffering she sees about her. Though most people would hate the thought of spending the major portion of every day in a hot kitchen, much less serving the entirety of Nottingham castle, Penny enjoys her job. Being slightly obsessed with food and quality preparation, she’s gained a reputation for being quite a good cook. Though she is not the master cook of the castle, she takes pride in the signature touches she adds to each dish that passes under her skillful hands. Despite her extreme dislike of the Sheriff, she believes in always doing her job to the best of her ability. Penny has trouble justifying working for a man such as the current sheriff but, not seeing any way out, has attempted to keep the guilt in check by smuggling out whatever food she can and giving it to the poor.
Though shy, she loves people and, above all else, loves to laugh. Tell her a good yarn and she’s likely to love you forever, the taller the tale the better. Altogether Penny has only two strong opinions and those are on the subject of her family and the poor. While she cannot justify the actions of people like the Sheriff, she firmly believes that there is good in everyone and thus has become known for her compassion and optimistic views. She is a kind and sweet soul but her naivety is perhaps her greatest weakness. Often turning an unintentional blind eye to many things that would upset her, this fault is sooner or later going to lead to her downfall.
Family: Margaret Andrews (nee Gardener)-Mother
John Andrews-Father
Matthew Andrews-Brother (33)
Background:(Minimum of two paragraphs, please)
Up until the age of 12 nothing of much importance occurred in Penny’s life. Her mother, Margaret, the daughter of a modestly well off farmer met and married the local blacksmith’s son, a certain John Andrews. Though John was some years older than Margaret they were well matched and loved each other a great deal. In the years to come, this simple fact would carry them through numerous trials and heartaches. A year into their marriage, Margaret gave birth to their first child, a strong son and future heir whom they named after John’s own father, Matthew. The first ten years of their marriage were spent in Matthew’s careful upbringing. Though certain that he should pick up his father’s profession, Matthew never had a particular aptitude for the blacksmith trade. When asked to attend to the fires his mind was always turned to the wild forest and secret haunts only he knew just outside their doorstep. It wasn’t long before his parents recognized their son was better meant for other work but John refused to give up on his son. During this time, Margaret fell pregnant three times, each child being stillborn. Afraid she was now barren, Margaret sought the advice of many of the wise women she came upon and tried many folk remedies to cure the curse of her barrenness. When all hope seemed lost, Margaret fell pregnant with Penelope, ten years after Matthew’s birth. Seen as a miracle child, Penelope was spoiled horribly by her parents, who believed their angel could do no wrong being so heavenly brought in their time of despair. That said, Penny grew up with many more freedoms than she would have had if she had been born before Matthew. She was generally given free reign to do as she pleased as long as no member of the family needed assistance and she relished the freedom of not being tied down to any one thing she did not wish to be in the middle of.
Most of Penelope’s early life was spent in tasks about the house or the special few deliveries she would make on behalf of her father. At home, she enjoyed making any number of interesting concoctions for their meals, many of which failed but a number of which were good enough to warrant the notice of not only her family but any guest who was lucky enough to stop in.
It was the autumn of her twelfth year when her father lost his hand in a skirmish with a thief who deemed their home a good location to rob. John knew his blacksmithing days were over and hoped to pass his business on to the now grown Matthew. Matthew, not having the heart to tell his father he had no wish to take on the endeavor, chose rather to go into service of the king. With a few whispered promises to return to his most beloved sister, Matthew left the tearstained Penelope to tell her parents the next morning of his departure. Her parents never got over the shock of his leaving nor his method of doing so and Penny still feels guilty for not telling her parents of Matthew’s plan before he got far. Though she has not seen her brother since the age of twelve, she prays nightly for his safe return to her and the parents who so desperately wish to make amends for the pressure they placed on him to take this course.
Without means of making enough money to feed themselves not to mention pay the taxes, Margaret took a job as a seamstress and Penelope was given a position in the castle kitchens. Though never fond of the constant heat, Penny delighted in the opportunity to do what she loved all day. It gave her a freedom she could never have expected to have at home (particularly after her parents refused to let her out of their sight after Matthew left) and she relished the opportunity. Spending the next ten years of her life working in the kitchens and serving any other role she was called upon to perform while there, Penelope knows the ins and outs of the castle almost as if she’d lived there her whole life. Despite its mixed inhabitants, both those she loves and loathes, she thinks of it as a second home. When the current sheriff came to power a decided shift occurred not only in the castle but in all of Nottingham. Though she hates the Sheriff’s unfair taxes, which are forcing the majority of people into poverty, she still believes, perhaps because of her naivety, that there must be some good in the man. For this reason alone does she not go out of her way to criticize the man himself but rather the decisions he has made and continues to make. Still, she feels a deep sense of guilt for being around the Sheriff’s hoards of food all day long and, whenever she gets the chance, attempts to smuggle a little food out of his stores. Though she has never taken the time to think of the consequences of these actions it is unlikely she’d stop, feeling for the poor who constantly stand at their doorstep begging for the clothes on their back. While she’s not sure that Robin and his men should be stealing from anyone, she recognizes that the poor must be fed somehow and she generally supports their endeavors.
Anything else: Don’t think so
Face Claim: Felicia Day
RP Sample: at least two good paragraphes
Eva chuckled at Kathy’s response to the statement that she was impatient. Of course she was but so was Eva when the right situation provoked her. Perhaps it was a bad family trait but as Eva had gotten older she’d learned to better deal with that impatience. Patience was a virtue you had to exercise in the forest if you were to successfully live there as long as they had and she had gone out of her way to work practice it. Still her habit of fidgeting in boredom or distress was almost impossible to hide from the careful observer. The young woman had every confidence, however, that her little sister would grow out of it eventually or, at least, gain enough patience to let someone know where she’d gotten off to.
How different life must have been when her mother had been their age. No Sheriff or his men to worry about, it had to have been a safer place. If there was anything Eva wanted above all else, it was simply to feel safe, to feel free to live her life without fear of having someone she loved killed or simply fear for want of food and a shelter that didn’t perpetually leak. That was the problem with living in the forest, you had the first almost guaranteed but the later was the price you paid for it.
A merry laugh escaped her as Kathy said she’d told Gary. “Did he acknowledge that he heard what you said,” she asked, sure her sister had said it quickly in passing or shouted it incoherently. Besides, she hadn’t seen Gary today though she’d made an effort to seek him out, hoping he’d some clue where Kathy and the others had run off to. It wasn’t as if she didn’t trust her sister, she just didn’t trust the rest of the world. There were simply too many chances for something to go wrong, especially with a man like the Sheriff in power. He'd become a figure without a name, simply a title that meant pure evil and damnation. Eva could feel the old anger traveling through her again. Every bit of her hated that their punishment continued long after Emily’s death and would probably never completely end.
Sometimes she had to remind herself that the forest was the safer place to be. None of those in league with the Sheriff had yet to stumble across their dwelling and they had everything they needed to survive. Eva could happily live the rest of her life in the forest, forgetting that a world outside of the trees existed but she knew it was pure fantasy. Her mother and Kathy were always there to ground her and remind her that she couldn’t just wander off into her world; she had responsibilities.
Her brown eyes watched with surprise as she watched her sister’s usually energetic form droop. Normally Kathy didn’t take her chiding words this way. Certainly she promised to do better in the future, which she was bound to forget a moment later, but she didn’t look this put out. Eva wondered what could have possibly caused such a response as she watched the children come out of their place of hiding. The collective groan confirmed what Eva should have been expecting, an attack or prank of some sort. “I don’t know if I’d have found it funny but I would have put up a good fight,” she said defensively as Kathy rolled her eyes. She wasn’t that far removed from some of the children in age and could still relate to many of the shared secrets only the eyes of children could tell. Fate made her grow up too quickly but she could still remember and understand.
Eva could tell her sister was put out and she felt guilty. “No, I didn’t know. I only suspected, which I always have to do with you, Kathy. You keep me on my toes,” the young woman said, sorry for once that she’d actually foiled Kathy’s trick before it hit her, a rare occurrence. “I know you well enough to know you wouldn’t let the other children get too far.”
Password: (This is to ensure you have read the RULES.) I’m not being funny