Post by patricia on Mar 7, 2010 20:21:07 GMT -5
...Neta Renee MacHare*
*You and I have brains. The others have fluff.*
[/size]*You and I have brains. The others have fluff.*
...basics*
name Neta Renee MacHare
nickname She only goes by Neta
age 16
gender Female
grade Junior (High School)
hometown Kildare, Ireland
sexuality Heterosexual
personification Rabbit
...appearance*
hair color Light brown, almost blond
eye color dark brown
build Thin
height 5'8"
clothing style Very neat, but always up to date on the latest trends. Never anything too strange or revealing.
distinctive traits One eyebrow is almost always raised out of annoyance
...personal*
personality Neta has always been a loner. She never understood why other people felt the need to surround themselves with others; most people were just so annoying. Upon meeting new people, Neta would never be outright mean to them, but inside she would judge them, and develop an opinion about them based on what she saw. Neta preferred to have one or two close friends with whom she could relate and talk seriously, but friends like that didn’t seem to exist here in America. Whenever she opened up to someone that seemed like they could be a good friend, Neta would start conversations about obscure things, such as the concept of how pi is related to circles, or what would be a probable cause of the end of the world. Everyone so far had been scared, or just plain weirded out, and abandoned her. These failed friendships only added to her insecurities.
Neta never used to be so insecure about everything; it began when she came to America. She went to a summer camp in order to grow more accustomed to America, but the other campers were all awful to her. They made fun of her accent and her hair, which had been as short as a boy’s. Neta had always acted aloof, but she took everything they said to heart and tried to change the aspect of her that had caused them to tease her like that. She always made sure that everything was perfect. Neta cleaned her room everyday and made sure her hair and clothing always looked neat. Some people she met thought she had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but she didn’t really. She was just trying to make herself look neat enough to be immune to the taunts of the other students.
Because she was always so good at hiding her real feelings, Neta’s parents were kind of worried about her. She had been threatened with therapy, which Neta had been through and detested. She was determined to find at least one good friend here in America, but didn’t really know how to go about it. Everyone she met seemed so childish and immature, but maybe she wasn’t looking closely enough. Wealth and intelligence had always caused Neta to feel a bit superior to everyone else, but the people in America would never take notice of anything like that – not the people she knew anyway.
past AT Neta was born in Kildare, Ireland – the place where her family had always lived. As a child, she went to the local primary school, which she didn’t much like. She was an only child, so she was a bit spoiled. Her parents always tried to give her the best of everything, and most times they succeeded; Neta’s family was quite wealthy. Neta was always very smart, always getting top marks in class. Sometimes when she talked to the other children, she would talk about things they didn’t know about, and the other children would become annoyed with her. As she grew up, she moved on to a private secondary school, where there were more people like her.
Although she went to school in Dublin, Neta would always love Kildare. She liked it there – there was lots of nature, so much space for her garden. Neta preferred the country to the city, but she went to school in Dublin because the local secondary school was awful, just awful. Dublin was a nice place – not too big, so Neta could still find her way around it, but there was a lot of culture there. Dublin was where Neta met her two closest friends. They were wealthy, like her, and they were very mature. Together they would spitefully gossip about the other students at Saint Bridged Secondary School. Neta and her friends were never mean to the other students to their faces, but they never went out of their way to be friendly.
Sometimes people needed Neta’s help with school work; she was top of her class. She always gave help to people who asked, but she never went out of her way to befriend the people whom she helped. Everyone was a bit intimidated by her, but she kind of enjoyed that feeling of power. Neta would sometimes talk to the people who asked for her help in a way to establish the fact that she was smarter than them. She always explained the answer to their question in very complicated terms, and when they looked confused, she felt satisfied. Then, of course, she would have to explain it again for them, but in simpler terms.
This feeling of power Neta possessed ended abruptly when her father took a job offer in New York. She had sometimes heard her parents arguing about whether they wanted to move to America – her father had wanted to do so for a while, but Neta’s mother completely opposed it. Her parents had been growing apart for a while, but the job offer really set it off. Her parents divorced, and Neta was sent with her father to America.
present When Neta came to America with her father, they moved into a large apartment building. It was nothing compared to their house back in Kildare, but it cost just as much. Neta missed her garden back in Kildare, and wondered if her mother had been keeping it up. There was absolutely no yard space in the apartment building. The only plants she was able to keep were sitting on the window ledge in a basket – looking out of place against the stark brick building.
Her father’s job caused him to be away much of the time, so Neta was alone in the house after she came home from school. She always went straight home – no wanderings to the shops or cafes with friends, mostly because she had no friends, but also because the city frightened her. Neta like being holed up in her bedroom reading book after book. That is what she did every day. Sometimes her dad asked her why she never had friends over, because back in Kildare, she and her friends would lounge about in Neta’s house every afternoon. Neta had to tell him the truth – that she really had no friends.
At school, Neta always sat alone at lunch. Well, she didn’t exactly sit alone; there were other people at the table, but she never interacted with them or paid any attention to them. Neta sometimes just listened to their conversations and thought about how stupid they were. If that had been her and her friends talking, they would have been discussing something much more important than how many tattoos so and so got last night. Neta hoped to find at least one good friend here in America, but she didn’t really know how to go about doing it. But maybe she just needed to look deeper into people.
family Neta, an only child, was always spoiled by her parents. They were very loving parents, and quite old too. Her father and mother waited until they were both almost forty years old to have a child. Neta’s friends always ranted about how awful it was to have siblings, so she never really wanted any, but upon moving to America, Neta wished for someone to talk to. She was never close to her parents; they were both slightly eccentric, outspoken people, her father especially. Neta abhorred the fact that she had to move to America with her father.
likes
Neatness
Serious conversations
Plants and Gardens
Carrots
Being with other intelligent people, or just being alone
Helping people who need it
Reading
dislikes
Stupid people
People who make fun of her
People who are different from her
People who are smarter than her
Dirt and uncleanliness
Boredom
other notes Neta would do anything to protect her garden from harm, and hates when people make fun of her for it. She is also a huge neat freak. Throughout the whole day, Neta drinks so much coffee. It’s like chain smoking, but with coffee instead of cigarettes. All the coffee she drinks causes her to constantly bounce up and down, unless she is very calm – which she usually isn’t.
...literature*
book title Winnie the Pooh
backstory Rabbit is one of the smartest out of the whole Winnie the Pooh group of friends. He does not take well to being introduced to new people, but is loyal and helpful to his old friends. He knows a lot of people, but considers himself better than them. He is very protective of his garden, especially his carrots, and enjoys coming up with plans to help people, though most of the time his plans do not work out exactly as planned.
...roleplayer*
name Patricia
age 14
gender Female
rp experience Neopets, but not much
how you found ouac Monica and Becket
rp sample When Eloise got to school, she tried to avoid seeing her friends. She took the less crowded route to her locker, and hid in the bathroom until the first bell rang. Eloise could not have been more embarrassed about what happened the day before. She was never really even friends with Christopher! And it’s not like she was prejudiced against people like him, it’s just that she didn’t want people to think she was in any way associated with him. Oh God, that sounded awful, but it was true. When he talked to her on facebook, she was never mean to him; she was even nice! But she always ended their conversations after only a few minutes, saying she had to go do her homework or eat dinner, so why would he even think that Eloise would let him do what he tried to yesterday?
When she unlocked the bathroom stall she had been hiding in and walked out into the washing up area, she was alarmed and upset to see one of her friends who had witnessed the whole ordeal yesterday standing there, touching up her lipgloss.
“Why didn’t you just let him do it?” she said.
“It’s just that, well, if he had been, you know…normal – I mean, not normal, but just, you know, not the way he is,” Eloise sputtered, “I would have. But I just don’t want to let him down! It’s better if we stay friends” – Eloise put air quotes around the word ‘friends’ “than for me to let him kiss me like he tried to yesterday and then have to tell him that I don’t like him like that. I mean, would you have done it?” Eloise was a bit disappointed in herself for pushing him away and crying like she did yesterday, but she just would have been so embarrassed if she actually ended up kissing Christopher.
Eloise looked at her friend, who was still just looking at her as if she was disappointed, and turned away. Without saying another word, Eloise walked out of the bathroom and headed to class. When she saw Christopher walking the opposite way down the hall with his teacher, she rushed past him and averted her eyes. Had he even seen her?
“Eloise?” Someone called her name and Eloise turned around to see who it was. Christopher’s teacher was looking at her, holding Christopher’s hand. Christopher was looking at the ground, crying. Eloise felt absolutely awful. She was holding back tears herself.
“Christopher, I’m sorry,” she said, and walked away.
