Post by Enamor on Aug 2, 2010 16:02:17 GMT -6
Player Questionnaire:
Are you 16 years of age or older? Yep, almost nineteen
What time(s) are you generally online (Furcadia Standard Time)? Varied-- I work both mornings and afternoons throughout the week.
What is your preferred play style (Strict Roleplay or Persona Roleplay)? Preferrably strict
Are you interested in taking on any IC positions (e.g. Bartender)? Maid
Are you interested in taking on any OOC responsibilities (e.g. Uploader)? I'd be happy to, if asked
Character Questionnaire:
What is your character's full name? Penelope Lucinda Lane i.e. Penny
What is your character's Furcadia screen name? Penelope Lane
Briefly describe your character's appearance: Fair skin was peppered with dark freckles, admitting to long hours of work in the sun, rejecting a tan. Red-brown hair was piled atop her head in a bun, some curling strands falling about her face and loosely out of the white bonnet. What could have been a lovely lady was cooped up in a corset and a daunting maid's outfit, of dark navy and white cotton. The apron was prequently lifted to fan herself whilst amongst her own status, beaten from a hard day's work. Full lips, sharp fieatures and intelligent eyes suggested she may not have always been of such demeaning descent-- yet the soot-stained apron and dirtied black boots may tell otherwise.
Briefly describe your character's background: Penny was born into a rather nice middle-class family. Her father was a well-known tailor, and her mother a housewife. With four other children in the family, they had several mouths to feed. Penny was the eldest child, but was barely given the responsibilities of eldest daughter. When the girl had turned six, they had fallen upon hard times. Her father was losing his business, after a robbery that had taken half his equippment, fabric and his till from him. With five mouths to feed, all just a year a part, things were looking grim for the family. Two years later, the Lanes were sent into poverty, forced to work in any way they could. Her mother became an atelier at a major hat shop, and her father began working as not only a tailor, but also a personal assistant to another tailor. The second eldest child, a boy, became a chimney sweep. Penny was sold to a household as a scullery maid, where she would spend the next five years. Afterwards, she was passed between households, until she was about eighteen. The girl grew after that, becoming a young woman, working first as a scullery maid and then a chamber maid at the household of Lord Nethercross, where she works to this day, at age twenty-three. In her spare time, whilst cleaning the bedrooms, she might take a peek at some of the books kept, learning how to read from her parents. She'd grown to a smart young woman with a challenging tongue, and yet, an acceptance of her status.
Post an example of roleplay (no more than a paragraph or two): Penelope Lane was wiping her hands on her apron. The poor girl had been taken over here to help with the household, as she was supposed to. Of course, with only one man to tend to, the lady's duties were slightly lessened. Though, being the only woman in the house meant she needed to clean, cook and prepare everything for the man. Needless to say, it multiplied her work significantly. With his dinner finished with, she was going to stoke the fire, before preparing his bedroom. The whole day was spent in the kitchen, mostly preparing the meals of the day. Otherwise, she was cleaning the place top to bottom. Reddish brown curls fell free from her bonnet, framing her face. Suspended in that corset she wore, the lady's breathing was heavier than usual, since she'd run up the stairs to finish the fire for him. Just about to do so, he spoke to her. After curtsying, she would leave the room, returning with a small tray, complete with glass, ice, and a bottle. Just as he liked. Rosebud lips never spoke, except to say Yessir when told. Penny's blue eyes glanced at the man momentarily, as if she'd barely noticed him, before pouring the brandy. Finally, she curtsied again, walked to the fire, and placed the logs inside. Match was lit, kindling thrown in, and it was properly stoked with one of those accordian-looking fans. Finally, while the flame blazed, she nodded at a job well done, and looked back to her master. "Will you be needing me more, sir?" Sweetheart's obediant voice spoke, unfortunately showing some of the exhaustion she harboured. Poor girl still needed to prep his bedroom, before retiring for the night. Oh, she would sleep well.
Are you 16 years of age or older? Yep, almost nineteen
What time(s) are you generally online (Furcadia Standard Time)? Varied-- I work both mornings and afternoons throughout the week.
What is your preferred play style (Strict Roleplay or Persona Roleplay)? Preferrably strict
Are you interested in taking on any IC positions (e.g. Bartender)? Maid
Are you interested in taking on any OOC responsibilities (e.g. Uploader)? I'd be happy to, if asked
Character Questionnaire:
What is your character's full name? Penelope Lucinda Lane i.e. Penny
What is your character's Furcadia screen name? Penelope Lane
Briefly describe your character's appearance: Fair skin was peppered with dark freckles, admitting to long hours of work in the sun, rejecting a tan. Red-brown hair was piled atop her head in a bun, some curling strands falling about her face and loosely out of the white bonnet. What could have been a lovely lady was cooped up in a corset and a daunting maid's outfit, of dark navy and white cotton. The apron was prequently lifted to fan herself whilst amongst her own status, beaten from a hard day's work. Full lips, sharp fieatures and intelligent eyes suggested she may not have always been of such demeaning descent-- yet the soot-stained apron and dirtied black boots may tell otherwise.
Briefly describe your character's background: Penny was born into a rather nice middle-class family. Her father was a well-known tailor, and her mother a housewife. With four other children in the family, they had several mouths to feed. Penny was the eldest child, but was barely given the responsibilities of eldest daughter. When the girl had turned six, they had fallen upon hard times. Her father was losing his business, after a robbery that had taken half his equippment, fabric and his till from him. With five mouths to feed, all just a year a part, things were looking grim for the family. Two years later, the Lanes were sent into poverty, forced to work in any way they could. Her mother became an atelier at a major hat shop, and her father began working as not only a tailor, but also a personal assistant to another tailor. The second eldest child, a boy, became a chimney sweep. Penny was sold to a household as a scullery maid, where she would spend the next five years. Afterwards, she was passed between households, until she was about eighteen. The girl grew after that, becoming a young woman, working first as a scullery maid and then a chamber maid at the household of Lord Nethercross, where she works to this day, at age twenty-three. In her spare time, whilst cleaning the bedrooms, she might take a peek at some of the books kept, learning how to read from her parents. She'd grown to a smart young woman with a challenging tongue, and yet, an acceptance of her status.
Post an example of roleplay (no more than a paragraph or two): Penelope Lane was wiping her hands on her apron. The poor girl had been taken over here to help with the household, as she was supposed to. Of course, with only one man to tend to, the lady's duties were slightly lessened. Though, being the only woman in the house meant she needed to clean, cook and prepare everything for the man. Needless to say, it multiplied her work significantly. With his dinner finished with, she was going to stoke the fire, before preparing his bedroom. The whole day was spent in the kitchen, mostly preparing the meals of the day. Otherwise, she was cleaning the place top to bottom. Reddish brown curls fell free from her bonnet, framing her face. Suspended in that corset she wore, the lady's breathing was heavier than usual, since she'd run up the stairs to finish the fire for him. Just about to do so, he spoke to her. After curtsying, she would leave the room, returning with a small tray, complete with glass, ice, and a bottle. Just as he liked. Rosebud lips never spoke, except to say Yessir when told. Penny's blue eyes glanced at the man momentarily, as if she'd barely noticed him, before pouring the brandy. Finally, she curtsied again, walked to the fire, and placed the logs inside. Match was lit, kindling thrown in, and it was properly stoked with one of those accordian-looking fans. Finally, while the flame blazed, she nodded at a job well done, and looked back to her master. "Will you be needing me more, sir?" Sweetheart's obediant voice spoke, unfortunately showing some of the exhaustion she harboured. Poor girl still needed to prep his bedroom, before retiring for the night. Oh, she would sleep well.
