Post by Penelope Sutton on Jun 22, 2010 18:05:49 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
Such a beautiful disaster..[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: Penelope Elizabeth Sutton[/font]
NICKNAMES: Penny
GENDER: Female
AGE: Twenty-three
PAST EDUCATION: High School Graduate
JOB: Waitress
PLAYBY: Sophia Bush
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: Caucasian[/font]
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Green
HEIGHT: 5'6" 1/2
WEIGHT: 118
BODY TYPE: Slim/Slender
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: Beauty mark on her right cheek, ears pierced.
PERSONAL STYLE: Classy, and classic. When at work at her waitressing job, she is a bit more dressed down, cozy, and comfortable shoes are a must. Outside of work however, she is glam meets girl next door. Makeup is always done up to near perfection, and you would never spot her without lip gloss. Penelope takes pride in her appearance, as the way she struggles for what she has, she makes sure she has defined herself in her small piece of the world. She loves heels, and bright colors, though she prefers darker shades on herself. Browns, Grays, and Blacks.
OTHER: N/A
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS:Decent artist, fashionista and trend-setter in the making. Extremely devoted to her family, and even more hard headed.[/font]
WEAKNESSES:Can be co-dependant at times (though she enjoys getting a little help here and there), a strong dislike for her job, tends to speak without thinking.
LIKES: Fashion, the strong ties with her family, business, quick wit, good long-lasting conversation, using names/statuses to excel, good food, comfortable heels, sketching, being right and a good cup o' joe.
DISLIKES: Her job, the lifestyle her family had to start working through, gossip, Keizer, confrontation (though she is good at it), judge mental people, fried foods, iced coffee, arrogance, lethargy.
FLAWS: Penelope likely trusts a bit too easily, and could be taken advantage of because of it. Still, she is quick to jump to the line if someone is interfering with her family.
HABITS:She is caught talking to herself quite a bit, playing her music far too loud, and tends to mess with her hair when nervous.
SECRETS:This character is 'pre-made' request of sorts, so I don't want to completely rearrange the character history, I really want to be able to bring Penelope to life as the creator sees her, I was thinking it would be interesting if Penelope actually had a scholarship offered to her to Art Institute of Chicago for their Fashion Design program, but she passed it up as it was maybe offered while Carly was going through the pregnancy issue? - Penny chose to stay with her family and passed up the scholarship? Let me know what the admin thinks of this idea? ;)
BEST MEMORY:(If the above 'secret' is permitted) Receiving notification of the scholarship.
WORST MEMORY:Passing up the scholarship, finding out their family had become a disgrace to the town, and the personal brunt of the rumor mill.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Penelope is a very generally excited person. Certain moods and emotions tend to bubble over and spill out, even when it is not intended. She tends to wear her heart on her sleeve to people she cares about, and would give you the shirt off her back.. as long as it was one of her own designs. Extremely protective of those she has let in, and her family. She tends to trust a bit too easily for her own good, and has been working on picking the right ones to share that with. She is also a bit shy about her sketches and fashion line in the making (hopes and dreams, so they seem), and absolutely loathes showing an unfinished product to anyone.
Despite the obvious dislike for her job, she still plants a smile on her face every day, and tries to see the bright side to the downers in life. A tough exterior to those who don't know her well, she can be stubborn, and hard headed. Hating to admit when she is wrong, and tends to rely on humor when she is, but not the type to point fingers when she is right. Never relying on the `I told you so` factor. In her mind, she has a goal, and a dream, and nothing except for possibly her family will deter her from working towards those dreams, even with that though, family comes before the dreams.
Penelope is expressive to her emotions physically, to those who matter in her life, and she is not at all good at hiding her emotions to them (close friends and family), thought she would verbally deny it any day.
True to her words, she never cancels plans, stands people up, and is trustworthy. With being true to her words, she is true to herself, intentions, and her actions. Sometimes she tends to speak before thinking, losing the whole `tact` factor, and Penelope could easily argue her way out of anything. Extremely intelligent, considering she never had formal college schooling, a whiz at problem solving, and often uses this ability to talk her way out of situations she finds causing her trouble, or something she doesn't want to do. Logic, at its finest. Last but absolutely not least, she is first and foremost loyal to her family. A closeness with Carly, often more then the others, but messing with any of her family, results in instant mass retaliation from this fast-talking, quick-whitted sharp tongue.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN:Keizer, Oregon[/size][/font]
PARENTS:Charles Gregory Sutton; father; 42; construction worker. Emilia Diane Sutton; mother; 39; tailor.
SIBLINGS:Nathaniel Gregory Sutton; brother; 23; out of work mechanic. Wesley Daniel Sutton; brother; 23; alaskan crab fisherman. Caroline Isabelle Sutton; sister; 17; student.
OTHER:N/A
LIVING SITUATION:shaks
HISTORY:
Never would have guessed by the outside appearance of Keizer, Oregon, that there were so many judge mental, and cruel people that could reside in one single location. Then again, maybe this story is a bit biased. Getting ahead of ourselves though maybe. Emilia and Charles Sutton were the epitome of a fairytale. Growing up in the same town they would eventually end up marrying each other in. From this marriage came triplets, Nate, Wes, and Penelope Sutton. It was in those early years, at a tender age of three years old that their family would be handed a dish that they would never forget, and spend their lives working through. Ellison Sutton, Emilia's father, and the triplets Grandfather passed away. With it, the family fortune, and grand name the Sutton's had made for themselves was instantly sent down the drain.
Penelope didn't remember a lot of what happened, or how it all happened. Mostly, she remembers the funeral. Even then it hadn't made sense. Neither had giving up their almost lavish lifestyle they had all gotten used to. No more of the frilly pink dresses, or shoes to match that she had been spoiled with as a toddler.
Grade school, middle school, clear into high school, was one nightmarish year after another. Constantly under scrutiny, and judgment from the peers around her. While she wasn't positive, Penny even would have bet, the teachers even seemed to look upon the Sutton family, just a little bit different. It is these years that she truly believes she obtained and developed the sharp tongue, and argumentative nature she is prone to, especially sensitive when it comes to her family. Nothing, in all of this time, came between her and her family. It was after all, all the Sutton's really had left. Each other.
Her High School graduation was the landmark for her. The freedom she had been so greatly craving. Away from the prying eyes and awful rumors. By now she had found a love in helping her Mother with making clothes, even coming up with her own sketches, which ultimately were submitted around for possible scholarships, though she didn't mention it to anyone. A part of her heart still worried about leaving the family, and Caroline. Fresh out of walking across for her diploma though, she was already working as a waitress, it wasn't `her` money, it was the family money. Anything to help keep them afloat. Anything to make their lives just a little easier. Making it through the excruciatingly long shifts often just day dreaming, remembering all the coupon clipping, and the sound of their Father, snoring the evenings away.
It was Carly's pregnancy that brought out the real momma-hen in her. Despite the fact she was a triplet, and of course would always cherish that, Carly was the little sister she held the protective nature over. After the pregnancy mis-hap, the treatment at school was too much to bare. Not to mention, she couldn't attend school with her to make sure she was alright.
It was shortly after this, that the bags were packed, and off to Valkyrie, California they were destined.
It wasn't a ton different for Penelope though. Instantly she took up a job waitressing again, working 10-12 hour shifts on a regular basis. She had received acceptance on a scholarship just before they moved, and she had grudgingly passed it up without a word to anyone of her decisions. Her family needed her now more then ever. Wouldn't a career opportunity always be there, if the talent was there? Guess she would have to find out in time. It didn't stop her from sketching designs, working on patterns and different styles. It was the one true talent she felt she had obtained between her two parents. Business skills were all hers. Budgeting was a breeze for her. Getting the money to budget, was the issue. Between working, sleeping, and working on her possible fashion design, she hopes eventually for more of a social life. A relationship maybe. Feeling that desperate need to just have something of her own to take care of, to work on. For now though, she is working on a place of her own.. a studio maybe even, to work and display her designs.
(the part of the scholarship is thrown in, again, if it is preferred that not be a part of Penelopes history, I can remove it. ;D )
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME:Amanda/Manda[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER:Female
AGE:27
RP EXPERIENCE:10+ years
OTHER CHARACTERS:None at the moment
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:give us an example of what a normal post is for you
Laying in that bed, the down comforter plush beneath her. It was one of the few clean she had managed to find in the entire hotel. Time was nothing to her, as the only thing in existence to her in those moments, were dreams, old memories. Memories that in this time, hadn't yet come to pass.
Eyelids flickered the slightest, "Im gonna be a superstar..." her voice, tone, dry as she spoke, and simply blinked. Matthew seated across from her at the smooth oak table in their kitchen. Everything was oak. Remembering so vividly the scent of it, how it always smelled so fresh, yet had that woodsy-outdoors smell, especially in summer when the lawn was freshly mowed. The way the wind would blow through the open patio door. Matthew only owning up the barest of smiles, though it held nothing but worry. "You cant be a superstar and a slayer, Maddy.." His voice was low to her, watching as he leaned forward just enough, as if it would ensure that somehow, her parents didn't hear.
"Why not? I could be a stake-toting badass that sings and shakes my goodies to sold out arenas. It would be like... Hannah Montana.. the later years." She still spoke, dry, but utterly convincing, as if there were simply no doubt in her tone. Anything to calm that worry she saw across her bothers face. Finally he broke, a laugh, one of those real, true laughs, that while no sound came out, his shoulders would shake from the noise he held in. Now she too had to smile, it faded around the edges though. "It isnt just a phase Matt.. im all.. chosen or something." Shrugging lightly. "So unchoose yourself." He quickly interjected. "Ill be fine." She only responded. Now the worry was in her own eyes. A hand slid over the table. Eyes shifted down slowly.
The pain seemed to scrawl across her features, even in that unwilling sleep that had consumed her somewhere during the battle with Callisto, and Castiel coming to her rescue. Remembering the blood, the way every bone in her body ached and throbbed, internally, externally.
Running up to that door, that had been tossed wide open, one of the hinges torn completely off. None of that summery smell, none of the oak.. it smelled like.. fireworks, or a fireplace. Her mind not registering the difference of the two. Flames had been shooting from the second floor windows, and she had run in. The world she come from was nothing like the others she had traveled through. It was more brutal, cruel and unforgiving. Scrambling from room to room, knowing her parents were already long gone. They were in that room.. with the shooting flames. Barely seeing through her own tears as she made her way towards the kitchen.
Every item they owned strewn about, things broken, knocked over and out of place. The very things she hunted in her life night had found her home. Destroyed everything they could. It was Matthew though, he had to be alive, had to be alright. He was a fighter, like her. Not quite but.. he couldn't be dead. A hand catching herself from nearly falling over a tipped over china shelf as she gripped the door frame of the kitchen, seeing the still crumpled body against one of the cabinets on the floor. "Matthew!" She fell to her knees in front of him. Fingertips gripping his shirt as she pulled him closer, away from the cabinets. A panic set in though.. there was nothing, no movement, no expression, nothing to reassure her, or make any ounce of what was happening, feel any better. Arms wrapping underneath his arms, she pulled him towards the patio door. He would wake up, she couldn't just leave him there to burn.. he never did wake up though..
Jolting awake in the next moment, and an instantaneous wince withered across her features. Hands moving lightly to her ribs. It was a nightmare, one she had countless times, countless nights. More and more seeming to become vivid every time she had it, including the ache in her chest she felt every single time she had to realize, Matthew was dead.
A shaky breath given, slowly lowering herself back against the comforter, the pillow. Finally turning her head enough to see Cas, calm as ever in the chair. Having to blink, remind herself, this was the Angel, sent to watch over her.. not the brother she would have given anything to have 5 more minutes with. Blinking back the tears that had somehow managed in her sleep. A hand raising lightly to her forehead, then to her cheek, and finally to her lower lip. Every place she touched feeling about three times its normal size.
"Did we win..?" She finally muttered with a light cough.
credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
