Post by MABEL MISHRA on Mar 10, 2013 15:02:28 GMT -5
...mabel bhamini mishra*
* “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.” — Jorge Luis Borges *
[/size]* “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.” — Jorge Luis Borges *
...basics*
name...[/b][/size] Mabel Bhamini Mishra
nickname...[/b][/size] Most people just call her Mabel, but her father has a number of affectionate nicknames for her, the least embarrassing of which is May Flower.
age...[/b][/size] Nineteen years young.
gender...[/b][/size] Female.
grade...[/b][/size] Currently a Junior at J. Barrie University, though she will most likely be able to graduate a semester early.
occupation...[/b][/size] Mabel works in the Austen Research Center at school to keep up on student loans. She works at the desk, checking books in and out and returning them to the shelves once the library closes.
hometown...[/b][/size] Mabel was born in London, England, but after her mother died, she and her father moved to New York. She doesn’t remember much about England except a cozy bookstore near her family’s old home, where she spent more time than anywhere else.
sexuality...[/b][/size] Heterosexual.
personification...[/b][/size] Belle from Beauty and the Beast.
status...[/b][/size] Although Mabel is technically dormant, her massive amount of reading has of course lead her to connect the similarities between her real and storybook self. She is unaware, however, of the truth of the connection, and currently believes the similarities in characteristics to be entirely coincidental.
face claim...[/b][/size] Parminder Nagra.[/blockquote]
...appearance*
physical...[/b][/size] At only 5’4, Mabel has always been small for her age, though she prefers the use of the term ‘petite’. Despite her size, however, Mabel is surprisingly strong. She used to play soccer (or football, as she still believes is the proper term) when she lived in England, and was on the team in high school. She gave it up in college, however, due to her work schedule.
Mabel doesn’t put much effort into her appearance, but she tries not to look like too much of a slob. Her hair is naturally wavy, thick, and dark. She finds it usually manageable and tends to wear it partially up most of the time—just enough to get the particularly rebellious tresses looking neat and out of her face. She wears only enough make-up for it to be acceptable to be seen in public by her standards.
Her eyes are a dark hazel-brown, the same as her mother’s, as her father constantly reminds her. In fact, she has been told nearly every one of her features matches her mother’s, including her darker skin-tone (her father’s skin is much lighter).
clothing style...[/b][/size] Modest but fun! Mabel loves bright colors (her favorite is turquoise), and always wears at least one article of clothing or accessory with a color that pops: red shoes, bright blue handbag, and so on. When she’s relaxing, however, she wears her favorite grey sweatpants and her Manchester United “Red or Dead!” jersey—her favorite team since before they went mainstream, thank you very much.
defining traits...[/b][/size] She has a small dark mole on the inside of her left ankle, which her father told her meant she was descended from royalty. When she was little, she had an English accent, but she has been in the United States so long that her accent has all but disappeared, except for the occasional slang term she learned from her father.[/blockquote]
...personal info*
personality...[/b][/size] Mabel’s greatest love is good literature. She started reading at the age of four, and hasn’t been able to stop since. She has consumed more literature than meals—including poetry and short stories, of course. No matter where she is, she has a book open in her lap, and at least three more in her bag just incase. It came as no surprise when she declared an English major, though her grandmother still hasn’t stopped criticizing her for pursuing a degree in what she considers the most useless field next to theatre. Her father, on the other hand, is unconditionally supportive. Mabel does not know where her major will take her, but she plans to eventually pursue a higher degree in literature, or perhaps become a teacher (she loves working with children).
Her father is her biggest inspiration. Mabel does not remember much about her mother, but she has never felt particularly cheated by life because of this. Her father has more than made up for her mother’s absence with his unequivocal love and support for her. In return, she has supported him with equal fervor, especially through his episodes of depression, which usually occur without fail on the anniversary of her mother’s death (March 4). Following her father’s example, Mabel treats everyone with kindness, even those who are rude and cruel towards her. She believes, as corny as most people accuse her of being, that there is goodness and kindness in everyone, but when it doesn’t show, the less fortunate circumstances of life have buried it from view—but it still lurks, under the surface. That said, she doesn’t tolerate cruelty directed towards her friends or family, and takes an understanding yet firm stance against it.
Most people see Mabel as a sweet and beautiful girl, but there are those who are easily annoyed by her stubbornness to remain positive. Few would guess that, once home, Mabel shuts her books to watch the latest football match (real football, of course), and she tries to keep it that way. Soccer is sacred to her because it is the strongest interest shared between her and her father, and to her, it is representative of the closeness of their bond. She doesn’t want other people to know about her secret obsession because she loves that it remains just between her and her dad.
There are few things Mabel dislikes, but she does tend to avoid alcohol and drugs, because lack of control over her own actions is a prospect that deeply frightens her. Especially having witnessed his father lose control over his own actions and emotions, she does not understand the appeal of intentionally doing so. She does not disapprove of other people who drink, but she stands firm when others try to convince her to join in. She is also uncomfortable speaking in front of large crowds of people; shy by nature, Mabel doesn’t believe she could ever willingly place herself in front of a large audience and speak. The mere thought makes her heart rate double. Even watching plays or public speakers, she feels nervous for the speaker, worried for them that something might go wrong. Her biggest fear by far, however, is losing her father. Apart from her grandparents (who still live in India), he is the only family she has, and she loves and admires him dearly.
life until now...[/b][/size] Mabel was born in London, England, to her mother Kushner and her father Jaaved. She has few memories from her time there, apart from the sufficient amount of time she spent with her mother in their favorite bookstore, learning how to read. She vaguely remembers her mother’s hands, long and elegant, turning the pages of picture books from behind where Mabel sat on her lap. When Mabel turned six, her mother fell ill. She refused to go to the doctor until her husband eventually convinced her, but by then the breast cancer had progressed too far to be eradicated. Her mother died two months later. At the time, Mabel was too young to really understand what was happening, but she could never forget how her father wept in the months that followed. Some days, she stayed home from school, pretending to be sick, because she was so frightened of the depth of his grief. Finally, Mabel’s grandparents suggested a change in location might help. Jaaved found work in New York doing pharmaceutical development in a research laboratory, and he and Mabel moved to the city shortly after she turned seven. By then, Mabel was already ravenously tearing through book after book, in a desperate attempt to escape her father’s grief and immerse herself in another world. Even long after that sort of escapism was necessary, Mabel never slowed, and still can’t fall asleep—no matter how late—until she has read at least a few chapters.
When she entered high school, her father’s emotional condition began to deteriorate again. On the tenth anniversary of her mother’s death, when Mabel was sixteen, she came home from school to find her father twirling a knife in his hands, tears running down his face, and a few words of a suicide note to her already scribbled on the table. She stayed home for two weeks after that, caring for her father, taking him to the doctor, making sure he took his pills. When her grandmother suggested she institutionalize him, Mabel adamantly refused; she would not condemn her father to a cold bed in a mental ward, away from her, where she knew he would be even more miserable. Instead, she took care of him, quit her soccer team to spend more time at home, and threw herself into her schoolwork harder than she had before. Because of her dedication, along with taking some college courses online, Mabel graduated high school two years early, and enrolled in J. Barrie University straight away. She had always excelled in school, but again because of her need to forget what was happening at home, she worked even harder and graduated with a perfect GPA. She most likely could have attended an Ivy League school, but she did not bother to apply, because she knew she would be needed at home.
the present...[/b][/size] Since she started college, her father’s condition seems to have smoothed out reasonably well, though Mabel keeps a constant eye on him. She lives on campus, but because the university is so close to her father’s apartment, she is able to visit him every week and calls him every day. As expected, she excels in her schoolwork, though her participation in extracurricular activities is kept to a minimum, due to her work schedule. She is paying her own way through college, having refused to make her education a financial burden to anyone other than herself—and especially not to her father.
Despite the grueling hours and constant stress over her father’s condition, however, Mabel does not resent her father for any of it. There is no room in her life for resentment or bitterness, only forward-thinking and kindness. She does not hold a grudge because she does not believe it is worth the energy, nor that a person’s actions can entirely define them, because there is so much going on under the surface, invisible to everyone else, which could be controlling their actions. She does, however, feel somewhat lonely; although she does have a few close friends, she does not have much time to see them, and she is afraid they are drifting apart as a result. She also does not have any current love interests; if she doesn’t have time for her friends, there is no way she believes she could commit to any sort of relationship.
other notes...[/b][/size] Due to her extensive reading, it is correct to assume that Mabel is quite knowledgeable and clever. Due to her shyness, however, she rarely speaks up in class; only enough as is required to receive a good grade. Otherwise, she prefers to blend in to the background as much as possible, so her classmates don’t all have to listen at once to when she speaks. She does not much care what other people think of her, however. She just strongly dislikes the feeling of a large number of eyeballs turned towards her, with expectation, and the sound of the silence she is expected to fill. [/blockquote]
...literature*
title... Beauty and the Beast
backstory... Beauty, her two sisters, three brothers and fathers are aristocrats. But one day, they suddenly lose their fortune, and have to move to the country and work hard to make end’s meet. Beauty’s sisters mock her constantly because they are jealous of her beauty and don’t understand why she loves reading. One day, Beauty’s father gets lost in the woods, stumbles upon the Beast’s castle, and plucks a rose for his daughter. The Beast flies into a rage and demands that Beauty’s father either die or bring back one of his daughters to willingly sacrifice herself in place of her father. The father refuses, but once he tells his children what happened, Beauty is glad to sacrifice herself for her father and makes up her mind to do it, despite his protests. She lives with the Beast, who is horribly ugly but very kind to her. She turns down his marriage proposals but he is still good to her, and allows her to spend no more than a week at home. Her sisters plot to make her stay longer to enrage the Beast, who is heartbroken by Beauty’s absence and nearly dies. She returns to the castle to see him dying and confesses her love for him, finally accepting his proposal of marriage, which breaks the spell upon the Beast. He transforms into a handsome prince and they live happily ever after (of course).
...the roleplayer*
tell us about you...[/b][/size] Hello everyone! My name is Ella, and I’ve been role playing for a number of years (just over seven). I’m nineteen years old for a few more months before I finally outgrow my teenage years. I have always been interested in fairy tales, but now I’m taking a class on folklore/fairy tales (and yes, it is the best class ever) so I decided to finally combine my love for stories with role playing. I have the most experience role playing fandoms (mostly Marauders era), but I’ve also dabbled in most other genres. [/blockquote]
...writing*
writing sample/freestyle...[/b][/size] {{ sample from a next-generation harry potter role play, as rose weasley }}
Rose couldn't help but laugh. She and Albus had spent much of their childhood avoiding their elder siblings together. While Rose agreed that James and his gang were almost obnoxiously loud and rowdy, it wasn't this so much as their infuriating habit of ordering her about that bothered her. It was always, "Rose, don't wander off!" or "Sit quietly while we talk, we're supposed to keep an eye on you." Perhaps it was these very commands that first stirred rebellion in her heart. By the time she was seven, for every order she was given, she carried out the exact opposite. This had resulted in some rather amusing and spontaneous games of hide and seek, tag, or even adventures, if she got a large enough lead on her pursuers. There was one time she had wound up lost in the woods for an entire afternoon. Her mother recalled the tale anxiously, but Rose could only remember it fondly: covered head-to-toe in mud, she had found a unicorn foal with whom she had carried out an entirely one-sided conversation for nearly an hour before her father found her. She had been punished for wandering off and worrying her parents and siblings (no supper, and no books for a week) but this had only instilled a more passionate desire for exploration and adventure than before.
Parents never seemed to understand that punishment almost always encouraged such rebellion.
Albus had always been her best friend, as long as she could remember, and while much quieter than his older siblings, he was twice as interesting, as far as she was concerned. Funny quips and one-liners like these, for instance, reminded her of one of the many reasons they remained so close.
"I could certainly live without James in my life for the next few hours," she heartily agreed. "Along with whatever treasures he decides to bury in my hair," she added, as she bemusedly distangled a jelly slug from her bright red hair. She was in the midst of deciding how exactly to get rid of the item in question (which was clearly no longer fit for consumption), when she glanced up into the compartment Albus had opened.
It took all of her conscious effort to keep her jaw from dropping. Of course, Albus had already shot off his fat trap and it was too late to pretend he hadn't asked the question. She stomped on his toe as subtly as she could, held the jelly slug behind her back, and grinned widely at Scorpius. She had met his gaze earlier, before getting on the train. Her father had warned her firmly about the Malfoys, and their past involvement in the Dark Arts. It was, according to her values, an almost unforgivable offense. But when their eyes had locked, he had smiled slightly, and she had smiled back. Instinctually. Maybe her instincts were wrong, but in her mind, evil wizards didn't smile at all, and he had.
Maybe she ought to give him a chance.
And, if he proved snarky and malicious, she could just throw the jelly slug at his face while she and Albus made a break for it.
"Hi," Rose announced, still grinning. She didn't wait for Scorpius's response, but instead dragged Albus in behind her and plopped down across from the Malfoy boy. "Don't mind if we do. We're trying to escape some rather rowdy students a few compartments down, with whom we are not associated in the slightest, I swear. What's your name?"
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