31-01-2015, 09:18 AM
In Game Name (IGN): Erinaco
How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…) I was told about you by Gen, whom, in his own words, is doubtful any of you remember him.
About You: There's not much to tell, really. I've been on the RP scene for quite some time, now, and it's not a particularly good time for good roleplay. I've hopped from dying server to dying server, and watched them crumble. Hopefully it was them that was the problem, and I'm not cursed... On a more personal level, if you want to know who I actually am behind the screen, I'm that gay English teenager that everyone in the Fallout roleplaying community either hates, loves, or wants to be. Mostly wants to be~
After actually checking what we're supposed to put here, I'm missing my preferred pronouns and gender identities. You can call me Erin!
Age: Twenty-three
Gender: Female
Appearance: Jennifer is a decisively short woman, lacking somewhat in stature, and trying to compensate for it in her outfit. She adorns herself with shades of red and black, her clothes striking, and bold. Covering a dress composed purely of blacks and red lace is a small jacket with a crimson trim, cut off at the arms, covering which are a pair of long, fingerless dress-gloves, fastened with steel rings at the top. Coming to facial features, she looks to be plump and round, yet keeps a good figure all the while. Her button nose and light green eyes give her an air of defenselessness, and her lips are full. Her hair is kept up and out of the way in a ponytail, and is a pleasing shade of reddish brown. Despite the splendour that may be implied, her clothing all looks to be somewhat worn, the metal scratched, and fabric lightly frayed at the edges.
Personality: Jennifer is by no means a cruel person, but she is plagued by a certain lack of will toward physical exertion that leaves her feeling as though she couldn't be classified as 'good' due to her often being unwilling to go out of her way to help someone. She can come off as being lazy, but she keeps the best of intentions to heart, and does and says what she believes to be right. This said and brushed to the side, she's a firm believer of both situational ethics, and that there's usually some balance in place, governing the happenings of day-to-day life. She realises that if something happens, there's reasoning behind it, and events that have led to it. (Also known as situational ethics... Ooooh, tie-in with earlier!)
Backstory:
Ages 0 - 15:
Growing up with her mother and father in a small town in the mainlands wasn't an easy experience for Jennifer, but nor was it a challenging one. Neither parents died in the civil war while she was young, and she most certainly did not receive abuse from either of them. Her problems stemmed from the town's struggle with nature, and how most of the structures in the area were succumbing to the fall back into it. When most of the townspeople had fled to the Forbidden Lands due to the threat from their former Xitian overlords, the buildings were mostly left untended, and plants were allowed to claim them once more, taking over bakeries and blacksmiths, growing over the town hall, and tailor's. Three families remained living in the place, and the other two were both as small as hers due to casualties in the war, and had been left in charge of what would take multitudes more to keep in order. Taking care of the place had once been an easy feat, however the toll of war had left few of what had once been many. However, what it did allow for was free rein of the place, and taking what those that had departed had left behind. At least, she believed that most of them had 'departed'...
Whilst her father would take her out to find paper and instruments to mark it, her mother would show a side to nature that he feared due to the power forbidden to the Mesalians. He related their miraculous healing ability to the Lucins' power, whom were too close to the old slavers than he felt comfortable with. Jennifer was taught of the properties of different plants that were growing in the overtaken parts of the town, and of their uses. With her father, though, she would learn how to document what her mother taught. Her father had been a man of learning, a scholar, and the slavery hadn't been easy for him. The manual labour had born its toll, and he felt the strain of it each day. When she was fourteen, one of the other families was wiped out in the collapse of a building they had been 'gathering' in. The previous owners had been killed in the civil war, but her parents were reluctant to let Jennifer know this particular detail. Jennifer's father suggested leaving the ruined areas alone, claiming her mother's exploration of them to be near-suicidal, and that she'd end up dying as well, and leaving him robbed of his love, and his child. He was a man that had known sorrow and pain, and Jennifer went ignorant of her big brother, whom had been lost to them. Tentatively, and much to Jennifer's surprise, she accepted this proposition and the secret world her mother had given her a glimpse of was suddenly shut off to the girl.
Ages 15 - 20:
Eventually, her mother started taking her outside the town to show her more, gathering plant-life in a wicker basket she'd made. Her mother was a skilled worker, but hadn't received the chance at education that her father had. This was both blessing and curse for her, as whilst she suffered for her ignorance, the work was much easier for her able body. Jennifer would go out like this with her for many years to come, until her mother stopped quite suddenly on one such trip out, and spoke quite frankly with her, telling of what had come before her birth, and of how the girl's parents had grown up in an enslaved world dominated by Xitians until the liberation of their people. She told of the war that had gripped the lands, and how despite knowing not for what they fought, people had heard and taken up the call to arms. The two spoke for a few hours before Jennifer accepted that her mother was seriously considering simply leaving to go elsewhere. At this point, the girl was seventeen, and her mother had decided that she could cope without. She wasn't joined on her walk back to the small, over-run town, the likes of which was beginning to look more and more hopeless, the streets and buildings falling into a state of disrepair from which they would likely never recover. When confronting her father with this, he looked quite distraught, realising that his fear of losing his wife had become a stark reality. Suggesting she leave for the forbidden lands, he took it upon himself to ready her, though she was having no part in it. After all, she wasn't quite ready for change so soon after losing her mother. As the years went by, she grew more and more detached with her father, whom was now growing increasingly dependent on her to get food. He was growing to be oblivious to the world, and practicality had slipped from beneath him.
Ages 20 -
Without her mother's company, though, Jennifer felt quite lost when out and about, and felt as though she was simply distancing herself from everything. Depressed with what came her way, she decided it was finally time to move on. Not in search of her mother, but in search of herself, for she realised that there was no future in this small town, that simply staying there was trying to breathe life into a fire that had already been reduced to ash. On her twenty-third birthday, she said farewell to her father, and set off for the new lands her mother had told her about, once. Unbeknownst to her, the old man that had grown to rely on her for food took his own life a few days after her departure.
Making her way to the Forbidden lands by boat, she met and spoke with very few other people. However, one of those that she did speak with told of what had happened in the land whilst she had been out of touch - or, rather, since the town she'd grown up in had been cut off from the rest of the world. The man spoke ill of portals and foul men and slavers, spite heavy and venom in his tongue. The prospect was somewhat chilling for Jennifer, but she listened intently. The dusk portal had opened, the man said. He was unsure of if it had been fixed on this side or the other, but he was full of propositions, and suspected much. Of this, she took no heed, but stayed with the man throughout her journey nonetheless so as to gleam as much information as she may.
Capabilities:
FINE ARTS - Drawing - Competent
FINE ARTS - Painting - Novice
FINE ARTS - Writing - Apprentice
HANDICRAFTS - Weaving - Novice
MISCELLANEOUS - Medicine - Novice
WILDERNESS - Herbalism - Apprentice
Items: If possible, I'd quite like a book and quill for the documentation of herbs, and sketches of them so as I can write this stuff down and access it easily without going to the guide page, and do so in character. Along with this, I'd quite like a small box with watercolour paints, brushes, and a pencil to justify her ability to paint in-game. Other than that, a little bit of food would be quite nice.
Additional Comments: This is starting to get painful. If I get online and it turns out that this is actually LotC in disguise, I swear I'm going to be ripping off someone's jaw.
I've done it before, and I'll do it again!
How did you find us? (Forums, friend, previous member, etc…) I was told about you by Gen, whom, in his own words, is doubtful any of you remember him.
About You: There's not much to tell, really. I've been on the RP scene for quite some time, now, and it's not a particularly good time for good roleplay. I've hopped from dying server to dying server, and watched them crumble. Hopefully it was them that was the problem, and I'm not cursed... On a more personal level, if you want to know who I actually am behind the screen, I'm that gay English teenager that everyone in the Fallout roleplaying community either hates, loves, or wants to be. Mostly wants to be~
After actually checking what we're supposed to put here, I'm missing my preferred pronouns and gender identities. You can call me Erin!
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Jennifer Lee EmerretAge: Twenty-three
Gender: Female
Appearance: Jennifer is a decisively short woman, lacking somewhat in stature, and trying to compensate for it in her outfit. She adorns herself with shades of red and black, her clothes striking, and bold. Covering a dress composed purely of blacks and red lace is a small jacket with a crimson trim, cut off at the arms, covering which are a pair of long, fingerless dress-gloves, fastened with steel rings at the top. Coming to facial features, she looks to be plump and round, yet keeps a good figure all the while. Her button nose and light green eyes give her an air of defenselessness, and her lips are full. Her hair is kept up and out of the way in a ponytail, and is a pleasing shade of reddish brown. Despite the splendour that may be implied, her clothing all looks to be somewhat worn, the metal scratched, and fabric lightly frayed at the edges.
Personality: Jennifer is by no means a cruel person, but she is plagued by a certain lack of will toward physical exertion that leaves her feeling as though she couldn't be classified as 'good' due to her often being unwilling to go out of her way to help someone. She can come off as being lazy, but she keeps the best of intentions to heart, and does and says what she believes to be right. This said and brushed to the side, she's a firm believer of both situational ethics, and that there's usually some balance in place, governing the happenings of day-to-day life. She realises that if something happens, there's reasoning behind it, and events that have led to it. (Also known as situational ethics... Ooooh, tie-in with earlier!)
Backstory:
Ages 0 - 15:
Growing up with her mother and father in a small town in the mainlands wasn't an easy experience for Jennifer, but nor was it a challenging one. Neither parents died in the civil war while she was young, and she most certainly did not receive abuse from either of them. Her problems stemmed from the town's struggle with nature, and how most of the structures in the area were succumbing to the fall back into it. When most of the townspeople had fled to the Forbidden Lands due to the threat from their former Xitian overlords, the buildings were mostly left untended, and plants were allowed to claim them once more, taking over bakeries and blacksmiths, growing over the town hall, and tailor's. Three families remained living in the place, and the other two were both as small as hers due to casualties in the war, and had been left in charge of what would take multitudes more to keep in order. Taking care of the place had once been an easy feat, however the toll of war had left few of what had once been many. However, what it did allow for was free rein of the place, and taking what those that had departed had left behind. At least, she believed that most of them had 'departed'...
Whilst her father would take her out to find paper and instruments to mark it, her mother would show a side to nature that he feared due to the power forbidden to the Mesalians. He related their miraculous healing ability to the Lucins' power, whom were too close to the old slavers than he felt comfortable with. Jennifer was taught of the properties of different plants that were growing in the overtaken parts of the town, and of their uses. With her father, though, she would learn how to document what her mother taught. Her father had been a man of learning, a scholar, and the slavery hadn't been easy for him. The manual labour had born its toll, and he felt the strain of it each day. When she was fourteen, one of the other families was wiped out in the collapse of a building they had been 'gathering' in. The previous owners had been killed in the civil war, but her parents were reluctant to let Jennifer know this particular detail. Jennifer's father suggested leaving the ruined areas alone, claiming her mother's exploration of them to be near-suicidal, and that she'd end up dying as well, and leaving him robbed of his love, and his child. He was a man that had known sorrow and pain, and Jennifer went ignorant of her big brother, whom had been lost to them. Tentatively, and much to Jennifer's surprise, she accepted this proposition and the secret world her mother had given her a glimpse of was suddenly shut off to the girl.
Ages 15 - 20:
Eventually, her mother started taking her outside the town to show her more, gathering plant-life in a wicker basket she'd made. Her mother was a skilled worker, but hadn't received the chance at education that her father had. This was both blessing and curse for her, as whilst she suffered for her ignorance, the work was much easier for her able body. Jennifer would go out like this with her for many years to come, until her mother stopped quite suddenly on one such trip out, and spoke quite frankly with her, telling of what had come before her birth, and of how the girl's parents had grown up in an enslaved world dominated by Xitians until the liberation of their people. She told of the war that had gripped the lands, and how despite knowing not for what they fought, people had heard and taken up the call to arms. The two spoke for a few hours before Jennifer accepted that her mother was seriously considering simply leaving to go elsewhere. At this point, the girl was seventeen, and her mother had decided that she could cope without. She wasn't joined on her walk back to the small, over-run town, the likes of which was beginning to look more and more hopeless, the streets and buildings falling into a state of disrepair from which they would likely never recover. When confronting her father with this, he looked quite distraught, realising that his fear of losing his wife had become a stark reality. Suggesting she leave for the forbidden lands, he took it upon himself to ready her, though she was having no part in it. After all, she wasn't quite ready for change so soon after losing her mother. As the years went by, she grew more and more detached with her father, whom was now growing increasingly dependent on her to get food. He was growing to be oblivious to the world, and practicality had slipped from beneath him.
Ages 20 -
Without her mother's company, though, Jennifer felt quite lost when out and about, and felt as though she was simply distancing herself from everything. Depressed with what came her way, she decided it was finally time to move on. Not in search of her mother, but in search of herself, for she realised that there was no future in this small town, that simply staying there was trying to breathe life into a fire that had already been reduced to ash. On her twenty-third birthday, she said farewell to her father, and set off for the new lands her mother had told her about, once. Unbeknownst to her, the old man that had grown to rely on her for food took his own life a few days after her departure.
Making her way to the Forbidden lands by boat, she met and spoke with very few other people. However, one of those that she did speak with told of what had happened in the land whilst she had been out of touch - or, rather, since the town she'd grown up in had been cut off from the rest of the world. The man spoke ill of portals and foul men and slavers, spite heavy and venom in his tongue. The prospect was somewhat chilling for Jennifer, but she listened intently. The dusk portal had opened, the man said. He was unsure of if it had been fixed on this side or the other, but he was full of propositions, and suspected much. Of this, she took no heed, but stayed with the man throughout her journey nonetheless so as to gleam as much information as she may.
Capabilities:
FINE ARTS - Drawing - Competent
FINE ARTS - Painting - Novice
FINE ARTS - Writing - Apprentice
HANDICRAFTS - Weaving - Novice
MISCELLANEOUS - Medicine - Novice
WILDERNESS - Herbalism - Apprentice
Items: If possible, I'd quite like a book and quill for the documentation of herbs, and sketches of them so as I can write this stuff down and access it easily without going to the guide page, and do so in character. Along with this, I'd quite like a small box with watercolour paints, brushes, and a pencil to justify her ability to paint in-game. Other than that, a little bit of food would be quite nice.
Additional Comments: This is starting to get painful. If I get online and it turns out that this is actually LotC in disguise, I swear I'm going to be ripping off someone's jaw.
I've done it before, and I'll do it again!