Post by Prudence on Jun 17, 2009 0:08:37 GMT -5
Character Name: Prudence Herman
Age: 22
Organization: None, but currently associated with Hellsing for her writing
Race: Human
Class: n/a
Physical description:
-height: 5'9"
-approx. weight: Unknown; can't be bothered to check.
-facial characteristics: Similar face structure to Integra Hellsing's, but much less severe. Extremely nearsighted and wears thick-rimmed rectangular glasses.
-hair: Long, dark blonde, and notoriously hard to control.
-eyes: Dark blue
- Usual clothing: Shabby but comfy thrift-store stuff
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Personality: Prudence is an introverted bookworm. She'll read anything she can get her hands on, whether it's any good or not. Years of foregoing social interaction for literature have left her a bit nervous around people and a bit melodramatic in her thoughts. She often has trouble holding down stable relationships because of the way she throws herself into her writing, and has had her heart broken by a few past boyfriends. She tends to take her revenge by writing extremely gory horror stories featuring said past boyfriends as victims.
History: Born to an American Catholic father and a British Protestant mother, Prudence (named for a Beatles song) grew up between continents. When her parents divorced shortly after her birth, she became embroiled in a custody battle that didn't let up until she came of age, which forced her to move from England to America and back again every few years. Her father tried to bring her up as Catholic during her years with him, but accepted and supported her agnosticism once she revealed it; her mother was largely ambivalent about religion. After graduating from an American high school, she moved to England to attend university for two years and has lived there since. She has so far had one novel published, but it sold abysmally and left her rather uninspired, until the recent explosion in interest in vampires. She resolved that she could do better than Anne Rice and Stephenie Meyer combined, and set out to plotting. When her cousin drunkenly revealed to her that he worked for Hellsing (only to die shortly after in an attack), Prudence saw an opportunity for research. After months of stalling, she finally plotted out her trip to Hellsing Manor to ask to study about the undead.
Powers: Prudence is skilled in stream-of-consciousness writing, has swift dexterity with a ballpoint pen against paper, and wields an impressive vocabulary. She can also make a pretty good cup of tea, but that might not be a power so much as inherent Britishness. Lastly, she can apparently take some nasty shocks without a heart attack, despite her love of bacon and other artery-clogging foods.
DETAILED SAMPLE ROLEPLAY POST: (Oh look at my copy-paste skills from old IM logs.) Prudence stares up at the rather impressive gates. Surely it wasn't this easy to find. Who would put a top secret vampire hunting organization right out in the open? This had to be a front or something, she thinks. She steps gingerly closer, hoping not to get staked in the chest under the mistaken assumption she's a vampire assassin or something. Approaching the guards at the gate with eyes wide, Prudence throws up her hands in mercy. "I just...can I...I'm not...." She flails her upheld hands for a moment before deciding to just let the word vomit come pouring right on out. "I'm not a vampire, I'm a novelist! I'm writing a book, you see, and, well, see, I know about this place because my dead cousin told me about it--not after he died, obviously, but he used to work here and then zombies ate his face or something, I don't know. That part was never really clear to me. ANYway, he never could keep a secret so I and about four other people in my family found out last Christmas that apparently the government sponsors vampire killing, but I was the only one sober enough to be paying any attention, and anyway no one else in my family apart from my dead cousin and I have any reason to care about vampires whatsoever. Long story hopefully-not-too-much-longer, I am writing a vampire novel and want to do academic research!" She tries to smile, but feels dizzy and nauseous. Part of this is out of fear, and part of it is out of running her mouth off so much it deprived her of some air.
And we all fall down!
Age: 22
Organization: None, but currently associated with Hellsing for her writing
Race: Human
Class: n/a
Physical description:
-height: 5'9"
-approx. weight: Unknown; can't be bothered to check.
-facial characteristics: Similar face structure to Integra Hellsing's, but much less severe. Extremely nearsighted and wears thick-rimmed rectangular glasses.
-hair: Long, dark blonde, and notoriously hard to control.
-eyes: Dark blue
- Usual clothing: Shabby but comfy thrift-store stuff
Icon:
Picture:
Personality: Prudence is an introverted bookworm. She'll read anything she can get her hands on, whether it's any good or not. Years of foregoing social interaction for literature have left her a bit nervous around people and a bit melodramatic in her thoughts. She often has trouble holding down stable relationships because of the way she throws herself into her writing, and has had her heart broken by a few past boyfriends. She tends to take her revenge by writing extremely gory horror stories featuring said past boyfriends as victims.
History: Born to an American Catholic father and a British Protestant mother, Prudence (named for a Beatles song) grew up between continents. When her parents divorced shortly after her birth, she became embroiled in a custody battle that didn't let up until she came of age, which forced her to move from England to America and back again every few years. Her father tried to bring her up as Catholic during her years with him, but accepted and supported her agnosticism once she revealed it; her mother was largely ambivalent about religion. After graduating from an American high school, she moved to England to attend university for two years and has lived there since. She has so far had one novel published, but it sold abysmally and left her rather uninspired, until the recent explosion in interest in vampires. She resolved that she could do better than Anne Rice and Stephenie Meyer combined, and set out to plotting. When her cousin drunkenly revealed to her that he worked for Hellsing (only to die shortly after in an attack), Prudence saw an opportunity for research. After months of stalling, she finally plotted out her trip to Hellsing Manor to ask to study about the undead.
Powers: Prudence is skilled in stream-of-consciousness writing, has swift dexterity with a ballpoint pen against paper, and wields an impressive vocabulary. She can also make a pretty good cup of tea, but that might not be a power so much as inherent Britishness. Lastly, she can apparently take some nasty shocks without a heart attack, despite her love of bacon and other artery-clogging foods.
DETAILED SAMPLE ROLEPLAY POST: (Oh look at my copy-paste skills from old IM logs.) Prudence stares up at the rather impressive gates. Surely it wasn't this easy to find. Who would put a top secret vampire hunting organization right out in the open? This had to be a front or something, she thinks. She steps gingerly closer, hoping not to get staked in the chest under the mistaken assumption she's a vampire assassin or something. Approaching the guards at the gate with eyes wide, Prudence throws up her hands in mercy. "I just...can I...I'm not...." She flails her upheld hands for a moment before deciding to just let the word vomit come pouring right on out. "I'm not a vampire, I'm a novelist! I'm writing a book, you see, and, well, see, I know about this place because my dead cousin told me about it--not after he died, obviously, but he used to work here and then zombies ate his face or something, I don't know. That part was never really clear to me. ANYway, he never could keep a secret so I and about four other people in my family found out last Christmas that apparently the government sponsors vampire killing, but I was the only one sober enough to be paying any attention, and anyway no one else in my family apart from my dead cousin and I have any reason to care about vampires whatsoever. Long story hopefully-not-too-much-longer, I am writing a vampire novel and want to do academic research!" She tries to smile, but feels dizzy and nauseous. Part of this is out of fear, and part of it is out of running her mouth off so much it deprived her of some air.
And we all fall down!