vιvα lα vιdα!
And the truth is... I miss you.
υѕerɴαмe:
Fraying Script;
Call me Fray.
(I'll be writing in first person for most of the forms, just to get a feel for the characters. I'll write third person in the actual role-play)
(Character names chosen for my own amusement.)
(While it seems that Jerome and Marie fully understand Dawn's powers here... THEY DON'T.)
Full list of names:
Name :: Known as/role - colour of speech.
Grey means narrator.
Navy means Moi, Fray.
Marie Sofia Carriedo :: Marie. - red
Dawn Armelle Knight :: Dawn. - gold
Jerome Martin :: Jerome, Marie's closest friend. - green
May mention:
Nina Grace/Carriedo :: Maria's mother, dead.
Carlos Carriedo :: Maria's father.
Lovinia Knight :: Jerome's fiancee, Dawn's mother and Maria's step-mother.
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ғυll ɴαмe:
"My full name is Marie Sofia Carriedo."
ɴιcĸɴαмe (ιғ αɴy):
"Marie. Jerome calls me Mar.
αɢe:
"I'm 18."
ѕpecιeѕ:
"What kind of a question is this?! Do I look furry to you? I'm a human, duh."
"Are you sure? You're pretty out there, Mar."
"Shut up Roma."
"I told you not to call me that!"
"I don't care."
powers:
"I don't have powers, not like that witch of dad's or her wackjob daughter. I'm interested in dragons though... I've taken a few Dragonology courses, but don't tell my friends that or they'll think I'm a dork, like Dawn."
"I'm not a dork,"
"Yes you are, Dawn, right, Roma?"
"Stop calling me that! I don't think Dawn's a dork."
"Urhhh. You all hate me."
"Nawhhhh... You know I looooove you."
"Prick."
looĸѕ:
Marie has average height, average weight, average body structure. She is average. Well, apart from the two scars on her left arm that were earned after a fight or two. You also can't count the tips of her straight black hair which are dyed red, or her eyes, where one is hazel and the other is gray. Her skin tone is darker than the normal Brit but not quite tanned. But other than that, she's average.
perѕoɴαlιтy:
She's one of those spunky, feisty people. Marie is extremely independent, she doesn't like to ask for help, and won't back down easily from a fight. However, she's quite nice to people, providing that she liked them and they didn't boss her about. Don't tell her what to do because she likes to do what she wants, unless you're her dad or one of her friends; she cares insanely for those people and values their opinions greatly. Insult them or their name, and you won't get away without a scratch from Marie. She is mostly fiercely protective of her dad and Jerome.
Naturally, she has a good idea of the outside world but doesn't keep to trends. She struggles to understand her deeper feelings, however she speaks her mind freely. She's a straight-talking kind of person and prefers you tell things to her instead of keeping it to yourself, even if you think it'll hurt her feelings. You could say she is guided by her mind and not her heart.
If faced by a difficult situation, she'll think about it clearly and thoroughly before making her move. But she's quite unpredictable, you can't be sure what she will do, although you can be sure that she will do something.
Despite everything, she doesn't have evil intentions whatsoever.
ѕтreɴɢнѕ:
Pretending, voicing her opinion, standing out, is clever.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ:
Deeper feelings, is impatient, can't keep to deadlines, procrastinator, hates to be told what to do, can be bossy at times, sometimes can't take what she deals, occasionally insensitive.
нιѕтory:
"I'm originally from America, and I'm quarter Spanish, quarter British and the rest American. My mum is whole American and my papa half Spanish, half British. My grandpapa was a traveler, and that's how he met grandmama, while he was stopping in Britain. Even when Papa was born they kept traveling, and Papa met Mum the same way, in America in a cafe called Naips. He settled down in America with her, working in the Cafe (keeping track of their money) a small diner, and I was born.
2 years after she died we moved back to England, because there was nothing left for us there and Dad's family (on his mum's side) was in Britain. (his father was Spanish and mother British) He works now as an accountant.
Me and Jerome met when I was 12 or 13 and he was 11. We clicked over the fact that we'd both lost our mothers, plus he's just really sweet so it's hard just not to fall for him.
You could say that the family is pretty scattered. I can give you that.
My mum died when I was 10. I miss her, a lot, probably more than Dad. My dad is getting married to Lovinia Clarke, a witch. Well, her daughter is. Lovinia herself is great. On the other hand, I caught Dawn resurrecting a dead bird. Freak."
"It's not weird... It could be kinda cool."
"You're joking, right? It's gross. Anyway, dad wants me to bond with the witch, so we have an apartment to ourselves, next to Rylan's and Jerome's."
oтнer:
"Right now, me and Dawn live together in a nice London apartment. Just by ourselves. Jerome's next door, with his older brother Rylan."
Marie uses a lot of American terms.
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ғυll ɴαмe:
"I'm Dawn, Dawn Armelle Knight."
ɴιcĸɴαмe (ιғ αɴy):
"Dawn is just fine."
αɢe:
"I'm 15."
ѕpecιeѕ:
"Human.
...
Can I trust you?
...
...
...
Fine, I'm a light spirit."
powers:
"I said I was a light spirit. I can make and control light, and all that comes with it. Sometimes it's just being a human flashlight, but it can include illusion and life. Illusion means I can change the way light appears so that people see things that aren't really there, or change the colour or appearance of things. Life means I can bring things back to life, or heal. Animals are easy. Even mythical ones. Humanoids, not so easy. It is said that a Light Spirit can only resurrect one humanoid in her lifetime. But if they are too weak at the time, they might die. The light spirit also must have loved or still love the wounded/dead person for it to work..."[/color]
"Guess it'll work for me then?"
"Do shut up, Roma."
"Yes, shut up Roma. No-one's allowed to love you without my permission."
"You're ganging up on me now, aren't you?"
looĸѕ:
Dawn is quite short but slender, her weight is pretty average though. She has blonde hair that falls wavily around her shoulders. Her eyes are a unique golden-brown colour. She is far-sighted so when she reads she has to wear glasses.
perѕoɴαlιтy:
Dawn is quite a sweet and positive character, traits usually found in light spirits. She feels the most comfortable around her friends, and when she's with them she's most free, talkative and cheerful. Around new people, she may come across as quiet and studious, and it takes a while for her to feel comfortable and free around them.
She loves to read and write.
After they moved, she lost touch with her old friends and now has to look forward to making new ones. However, as mentioned before, she finds it hard to open up.
Faced with troubles, she'll usually take them with laughs, cautiously tiptoe around them or just try to wait until it simmers down.
She is completely pure of heart and doesn't wish to hurt anyone.
ѕтreɴɢнѕ:
Is creative, booksmart, good at anything involving a pen.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ:
Can be shy, quiet, hidden.
нιѕтory:
"I come from a rather broken line of light spirits. My mum isn't one, and neither are her parents, but my great-grandfather was one, and my great-great-grandma. I haven't told my mum that the powers landed on me, so she won't treat me special or have to lie. She's a terrible liar.
I guess I'm a lucky creature. Most of non-humans are outlaws, while I'm in my comfy London apartment.
Mum is a Publisher's Reader.
My mum and dad separated when I was 5. It just wasn't working out, I guess. I don't miss him, but Mum does. Did. A lot.
A few years ago, mum met Carlos, Marie's dad. They just clicked, I s'pose, because in a way they lost their other halves in a hard way.
We've moved and I haven't any friends now, and there's probably no hope with Marie's friends. Marie isn't particularly fond of me, which is why we live together alone. Carlos wants us to bond, which is why me and Marie share a flat. Jerome's okay though."
"Okay?! JUST okay?"
"Fine, he's amazing and lovely and good-looking and funny and handsome and sweet and caring and sensitive and great to be around-"
"That's better."
"-Not."
"Meanie."
oтнer:
"Personally, I think we should let animals or something down there on the New World, like in Noah's Ark. I'm not religious but what he did was pretty clever. Maybe I should do that. If it comes back wounded I can heal it."
ғυll ɴαмe:
"I'm Jerome Martin."
ɴιcĸɴαмe (ιғ αɴy):
"I don't have a nickname, but Marie sometimes calls me Roma (against my wishes)"
αɢe:
"I'm 17."
ѕpecιeѕ:
"I'm just human."
powers:
"I have the amazing ability to wind up Rylan in record time of 20 seconds."
looĸѕ:
Jerome has dirty blond hair, which is purposefully scruffy. He is quite tall, and his body structure is normal. His eyes are a deep green.
perѕoɴαlιтy:
Jerome is a light-hearted and sweet guy. He is very forgiving, a trait which people would abuse if he didn't have Marie by his side. He doesn't rely on her at all though, in fact it could be the other way around.
He is fairly smart, except he does joke around a lot so it doesn't come across that way.
Jerome is Marie's shoulder to cry on and best friend, though they have no romantic relationship.
ѕтreɴɢнѕ:
Making people smile (especially Mar), is charming, can be friends with just about anyone.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ:
Doesn't come across as smart, can be oblivious, his nice side easily taken advantage of, maybe too trusting.
нιѕтory:
"I'm not interesting. At all.
My mum died when I was 10. It hit me pretty hard, luckily I met Marie not long after and she helped me get through it. Her mum died too, so we just clicked, sorta.
My dad didn't like us and kicked us out 2/3 years later, when I was 13 and Rylan was 19. Rylan became my legal guardian and we got our own apartment. Luckily Rylan's educated so we have money coming in, though Marie lends me some of that too.
oтнer:
"...hmm... this New World thing is pretty cool, I guess."
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ιɴтrodυcтυry pαrαɢrαpн:
Do I have to? Mm... Llama, you and I go way way back, let me off? Grumfff. If I have to then. Here goes...
Marie stormed out the house, fuming. Her dad, oh her dad. She loved him to bits, but sometimes he could just be an insufferable git. (oh the British; some of their language can be pretty stupid but other times they can just be the exact word she needed)
He'd proposed to that... that... that... witch-bearing woman, Lovinia. Lovinia herself was actually quite fine, but as a friend. Nobody could ever replace Marie's mother, or even take half the title, as Lovia would. No, Lovinia couldn't be her step-mum and Dawn most certainly couldn't be her step-sister. They weren't even the same type of human, for gods' sake! Not that Marie thought that there were different types of human, but it seemed that could be the only possible way to explain Dawn's existence and abilities.
Her feet led her to an apartment building - oops, should she say block of flats (see, the British are so boring) - without her intending them to. Miss Sweet at the front desk gave her a nod and a smile, accustomed to her presence in the place. Marie's friend Jerome lived here, and Sweety usually saw them together around these parts.
At once she ran up the stairs to the third floor and knocked on Rylan's door.
Jerome answered it, and was surprised that Marie had come at such an unexpected time. They hadn't made plans.
And she hugged him.
And she cried.
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