Post by baltiprintsess on Nov 25, 2010 0:15:22 GMT -5
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General
name: Aimee Jeanette Prideaux
age: 16
Nationality: French-Seychelloise
Date of birth:June 29th, 1934
function: Student
likes: Fish, bunnies, stuffed animals, speaking French, speaking Seselwa, speaking Mandarin, boys, candies
Dislikes: Speaking English, annoying people
IC
Personality
A loud and friendly teenager, Aimee J. doesn't really know how to be quiet. She tends to be quite restless in classes and is a bit lazy about homework and assignments, but somehow those darn things always get done in the end. She likes sitting on the tops of chairs and tables, and of course climbing up on peoples' backs is not out of the question either when she doesn't feel like walking around. She tends to wear her heart on her sleeve and will cry at nearly anything, though can be quite the pissy princess. Aimee puts on quite an egotistical facade, despite the fact that now her dark skin is wearing thin as it clings to her body, giving her a slightly emaciated appearance. Being 4'9" might have something to do with that as well though.
background story
Born in Port Victoria on the island of Mahé, Aimee was born to parents Jérémie and Samantha. Jérémie was a traveller of the world, learning customs and languages from other places, and Samantha had been considered an exotic beauty in Seychelles--her burnt chocolate colored skin was different to other girls' marred skin, which lured Jérémie to her. A few years after they had been together, Jérémie proposed to Sammi and they married quite happily.
And thus Aimee was born, bright and early in the thirties, and grew up for the first seven years in Port Victoria with her parents.
However, all good things must come to an end.
The petite African's father died in the war. Her mother would sit in the chair by the bay window and just stare out at everything after the letter arrived, all of the people bustling about, the waters in the distance sloshing and people coming from boats in the distance. She became distant and wouldn't speak often, and when she did it was almost always through tears.
Aimee had to buy everything, but first had to acquire money somehow. It was difficult, being in the thick of the second World War and having to earn a living for two people--most days they couldn't eat anything, which wore down on both Aimee and Samantha. Finally her aunt stepped in, a letter from France sent to the teenager and she read it carefully. A ticket to France and information about the school her aunt requested she attend were included, and Aimee was on her way, lightly pressing kisses to her thin mother's face.
For a little while she lived with her aunt as she prepared to go to the school, though resolutely spoke Seselwa and Mandarin--the languages her father taught her when he was still around. She didn't want her aunt understanding anything--especially not how terribly she missed her mother. This usually resulted in being hit by her aunt, who would constantly grow frustrated with the short African's refusal to speak so she could understand. She knew that her aunt could pick up on some words, which only frustrated her. But she knew she would be punished for using the other language of the world her father had taught her, and tried to keep quiet usually.
Extras
She simply insists on being around Francis or Gilbert as often as possible--she feels most at ease around them, at least. (France should be sense explanatory, Prussia because of historical relations showing that they were particularly close allies throughout several wars, including WWII). Actually, she'd probably prefer sticking closer to Gilbert than Francis, but she's fine either way. For her, Gilbert means that even if he's smoking or picking on someone, there's at least some sort of security near her--Gilbert would probably be considered her best friend aside from [Taiwan].
((Hey hey Gilbo man, is this cool with you? ♥ I can show you the research if I need to! ))
RP sample
A deep sigh and suddenly a loud groan from the petite African that sat in the desk closest to the window as the teacher continued to drone on about nothing. No, no, she thought, she wanted away from here. "Are you ever actually going to teach us something? I'd love to learn something of what's going on outside of this school, you know," she snapped, barren gaze slipping over the rest of her classmates.
She knew now she was awaiting punishment, but seriously! She could be enjoying a day outside right now, it was so so sunny, so lovely outside... no, no, this just... ugh. Sometimes she wondered why she still went to class day after day. She just wanted to be warm and happy, her slight-airheaded appearance could shine through if only Aimee would be given the opportunity to be herself for a moment. She would have to see to it that she got to talk to Gilbert as soon as she had a moment.
Later, after cleaning had sored and tired her petite frame, she lay in the grass out in the courtyard of the school and just laughed, feeling the sun kiss her face and skin, and marvelled at how much better she felt simply from being in the sun again. Aimee stretched in the light and rolled over so her back was up, numb to her pain of existing here as she soaked up the warmth.
OoC
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General
name: Aimee Jeanette Prideaux
age: 16
Nationality: French-Seychelloise
Date of birth:June 29th, 1934
function: Student
likes: Fish, bunnies, stuffed animals, speaking French, speaking Seselwa, speaking Mandarin, boys, candies
Dislikes: Speaking English, annoying people
IC
Personality
A loud and friendly teenager, Aimee J. doesn't really know how to be quiet. She tends to be quite restless in classes and is a bit lazy about homework and assignments, but somehow those darn things always get done in the end. She likes sitting on the tops of chairs and tables, and of course climbing up on peoples' backs is not out of the question either when she doesn't feel like walking around. She tends to wear her heart on her sleeve and will cry at nearly anything, though can be quite the pissy princess. Aimee puts on quite an egotistical facade, despite the fact that now her dark skin is wearing thin as it clings to her body, giving her a slightly emaciated appearance. Being 4'9" might have something to do with that as well though.
background story
Born in Port Victoria on the island of Mahé, Aimee was born to parents Jérémie and Samantha. Jérémie was a traveller of the world, learning customs and languages from other places, and Samantha had been considered an exotic beauty in Seychelles--her burnt chocolate colored skin was different to other girls' marred skin, which lured Jérémie to her. A few years after they had been together, Jérémie proposed to Sammi and they married quite happily.
And thus Aimee was born, bright and early in the thirties, and grew up for the first seven years in Port Victoria with her parents.
However, all good things must come to an end.
The petite African's father died in the war. Her mother would sit in the chair by the bay window and just stare out at everything after the letter arrived, all of the people bustling about, the waters in the distance sloshing and people coming from boats in the distance. She became distant and wouldn't speak often, and when she did it was almost always through tears.
Aimee had to buy everything, but first had to acquire money somehow. It was difficult, being in the thick of the second World War and having to earn a living for two people--most days they couldn't eat anything, which wore down on both Aimee and Samantha. Finally her aunt stepped in, a letter from France sent to the teenager and she read it carefully. A ticket to France and information about the school her aunt requested she attend were included, and Aimee was on her way, lightly pressing kisses to her thin mother's face.
For a little while she lived with her aunt as she prepared to go to the school, though resolutely spoke Seselwa and Mandarin--the languages her father taught her when he was still around. She didn't want her aunt understanding anything--especially not how terribly she missed her mother. This usually resulted in being hit by her aunt, who would constantly grow frustrated with the short African's refusal to speak so she could understand. She knew that her aunt could pick up on some words, which only frustrated her. But she knew she would be punished for using the other language of the world her father had taught her, and tried to keep quiet usually.
Extras
She simply insists on being around Francis or Gilbert as often as possible--she feels most at ease around them, at least. (France should be sense explanatory, Prussia because of historical relations showing that they were particularly close allies throughout several wars, including WWII). Actually, she'd probably prefer sticking closer to Gilbert than Francis, but she's fine either way. For her, Gilbert means that even if he's smoking or picking on someone, there's at least some sort of security near her--Gilbert would probably be considered her best friend aside from [Taiwan].
((Hey hey Gilbo man, is this cool with you? ♥ I can show you the research if I need to! ))
RP sample
A deep sigh and suddenly a loud groan from the petite African that sat in the desk closest to the window as the teacher continued to drone on about nothing. No, no, she thought, she wanted away from here. "Are you ever actually going to teach us something? I'd love to learn something of what's going on outside of this school, you know," she snapped, barren gaze slipping over the rest of her classmates.
She knew now she was awaiting punishment, but seriously! She could be enjoying a day outside right now, it was so so sunny, so lovely outside... no, no, this just... ugh. Sometimes she wondered why she still went to class day after day. She just wanted to be warm and happy, her slight-airheaded appearance could shine through if only Aimee would be given the opportunity to be herself for a moment. She would have to see to it that she got to talk to Gilbert as soon as she had a moment.
Later, after cleaning had sored and tired her petite frame, she lay in the grass out in the courtyard of the school and just laughed, feeling the sun kiss her face and skin, and marvelled at how much better she felt simply from being in the sun again. Aimee stretched in the light and rolled over so her back was up, numb to her pain of existing here as she soaked up the warmth.
OoC
MSN: Please PM me for this! Otherwise I w2ill not know who to expect. xD
AIM: teafishie
Yahoo!: demonic_hiphop[arroba]yahoo[dot]com
Email: Same as MSN
Skype:baltiprintsess
Did you read the rules?: Lemur or Sugar Glider