Post by Rocket! on Jan 1, 2011 4:26:19 GMT -5
A Long and Tedious Journey Awaits
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Username: rocket
Is This Character Canon?: GOODNESS NOLink to Audition Thread:
Your Destiny is to Venture Upon It
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Name: Anne "Nanette" Meld
Race: Human
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Twilight Town
Your Decisions Will Decide the Outcome of the Universe
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Appearance: A lanky and androgynous youth, Nanette looks very much the part of one of Twilight Town's many teenagers. A pale, effeminate face bearing brown half-open eyes can be found under a short cropped black hair often hidden away under a fairly large flat cap. Under her brown sweatpants, loose shirt, and orange hoodie, Nanette has rather thin, bony limbs. Though of fair height for her age, she's probably leaning a little on the lean side of the weight scale. Her shoes, which are worn thin, buck the recent Twilight Town for larger shoes than wholly necessary, perhaps even hugging the sk-- oh wait they're running shoes, which is justified. Okay.
Personality:•General Persona: A level-headed, go-with-the-flow kinda gal, Nanette is a conversationally laid back soul-- typically on top of the town happenings and very retrospective. She's not really a nice person, though. She tends to be a little on the snarky side, and doesn't seem to mind pushing a little to get her way. Overall, her first instinct is to help herself first, and help others second. Be happy if she over comes that first instinct for you.
•Inner Thought Process: A little... nervous and desperate. She knows want she wants to be like, but she knows she isn't exactly like that. But she still tries to emulate her mental image of an ideal Nanette. She also tends to jump to conclusions, which isn't exactly spectacular given her circumstances. To be frank, she needs more of the inner strength she feigns in General Persona.
•Fears: Her dad, privately. The word pebble unnerves her a bit too, no offense to the pebble intended.
•Pleasures: Sea Salt Ice Cream.
•Quirks: Explaining her line of thinking comes second to acting on her line of thinking.But With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility
Character Class: Null
Stats:
•Strength: 3
•Cunning: 12
•Agility: 19
Weapons:
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Primary Weapon Name: Body
Primary Weapon Type: Melee, Unarmed
Primary Weapon Description: A flexible girl, used to hard work and no play, the whole of Nanette's body makes for her weapon. This is because, with no real training, she often has to resort to improvising.
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But Your History Decides Your Version of "Responsibility"
[/b][/size][/center][/u]History: [[Note: Going to try a traumatic past for a character, trying something with a push not unlike my old Colonel back on FM. What follows is heavy reading, but I try to keep it PG-13.]
Nanette was born Anne Pemble-- a bouncy baby girl to the two proudest parents in Twilight Town. (Three minutes later, another baby was born, and this ceased to be true, but roll with me here.)
The Pembles were a relatively quiet couple-- they kept to themselves, led their quiet life in their own quiet way, until baby Anne found the matches under the sink.
It was... messy.
What ensued was a fire-- that much you've already determined. Mrs. Pemble died in that fire.
Nanette still hasn't forgiven herself for it. Nanette's father hasn't forgiven her either.
Mr. Pemble gave Anne up for adoption within the week. The man was... troubled. He had been a very quiet man, and this kind of unsettling... situation... he couldn't look at his daughter without some kind distaste rising in his mouth.
Nanette was not too long after-- she was a 1st grader at this point, after all-- by Mrs. Meld. Mrs. Meld was a nice enough woman, who worked part-time at a convenience store. She raised Nanette to the best of her ability, with arguable success. I mean, she gave the kid a nickname like Nanette.
Nanette grew. She made a few friends here and there, never truly lost contact with society, but shut herself off from the world. Too preoccupied with her own ghosts, Nanette didn't click into school as the rest of the kids did. Her autopilot had her ignore most of the conversations she, herself, participated in.
Until she accidentally bumped into her father in the street.
At this point, Nanette had more than willingly taken on her adoptive mother's name. She tried to shut her Pemble self off, cut it off like a replaceable limb, and have a Meld one replace it.
Mr. Pemble was a shadow of his former self, whatever that was. Most of his life savings had gone up in flames when Nanette had inadvertently lit the house on fire. His entire life, in his eyes, had gone downhill with Nanette.
And seeing Nanette-- whose face was a mirror image to that of Mrs. Pemble's-- had the man livid.
Mr. Pemble hit Nanette.
Nanette ran.
She ran home, as fast as she could-- her heart beating down on her lungs like a hammer-- blazed into her room, and locked herself in for the night.
Nanette is a teenager, still trying to understand the world and her place in it, is juggling inner guilt and a fatherly rage, and trying to find her way into society.
She has a long road ahead of her. But she's going to start by learning how to defend herself from her father.
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