Post by PENNY WOESSNER on Jan 20, 2012 14:31:17 GMT -5
... Penelope Diane Woessner *
*"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "Is that somewhere it hides a well."*
[/size]*"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "Is that somewhere it hides a well."*
...basics*
name
Penelope Diane Woessner
nickname
Penny. Pen’s alright too, just as long as you don’t use her full first name. She’s not a fan.
age
Sixteen
gender
Female
grade
Junior at Baum
hometown
Tulsa, Oklahoma
sexuality
Homosexual, although sometimes she tells herself she can’t know for certain, because she’s never even kissed a boy, after all.
personification
The Little Prince
status
Dormant
face claim
Meaghan Rath
...appearance*
hair color
Somewhere between dark brown and black, curly. She takes very good care of it—she has to, or she’d end up with something of a teased lion’s mane. She’d had quite enough of that after sixth grade, thank you very much.
eye color
Dark, chocolate brown and almond shaped.
build
Exceedingly average. She weighs about 12o pounds, 125 during the holidays. She has curves, but only a few, and they’re really only noticeable when she wears clothes meant for showing them off, which really isn’t often.
height
Five feet, three inches
clothing style
For the most part, Penny doesn’t do matching. Or, rather, the colors of her clothes match…sometimes…but not always the patterns. She just sort of grabs whatever she can reach and throws it on. Typically, she’s a bit colorful, although not overly so.
distinctive traits
She has a quiet, almost raspy laugh that sounds a bit like a softer smoker’s cough, albeit without all the phlegminess.
...personal*
personality
Penny very much wears a mask. Her confidence is her greatest asset by far, for she appears to have absolutely no qualms about approaching others, or initiating even the most random-seeming conversation. Neither does she comprehend the term “awkward silence.” Perhaps, though, that’s because she so often fills the void with words. An almost chronically nervous talker, Penny has hardly shut up for more than ten seconds at a time since she first learned to talk. She’s nervous quite often. It comes with the territory, she tells herself.
There’s an almost constant weight she feels pressing down on her shoulders, a very tangible feeling of disappointment stemming from the moment just over a year ago when her parents caught her kissing Sophia Mixx when the two girls were meant to be having an innocent sleepover. Ever since, she’s felt the need to deny her sexuality. Not that she was ever exceedingly lesbian—no one at school even suspected until word got around that the two had been caught and everyone blamed her, Penny, although it had most definitely been Sophie’s idea. Since then, she’s kissed no one. If left to dwell on the matter, she tells herself it was just for fun, and she doesn’t actually feel that way about girls. Growing up in a church-going family, Penny was raised to believe her actions incredibly wrong; no one ever told her she was headed for hell or anything like that, but she knows it’s her actions that led to boarding school. Some days, she regrets. Others, she gets angry. Mostly, she’s just confused.
Penny makes friends easily, floating between groups of acquaintances as she sees fit. It’s not that she gets bored easily or anything like that; in reality, she’s a bit paranoid. Paranoid somehow her past will have come with her and rumors will begin to spread like the plague. She’s terrified boarding school won’t give her the opportunity to do what her parents said it would—start over. Because in the forefront of her mind, that’s what she’s trying to do. She has a few friendly acquaintances, yes, and sometimes shares the occasional beer with them on the weekends, but all together she’s rather alone. Not lonely, per say (she’d never admit to that), but looking for someone who’d make a good, genuine friend. Someone to share secrets with, or even keep them with, were she to allow herself to think so hopefully.
past
Growing up, Penny never suffered from middle child syndrome. She never felt excluded from family events, didn’t get the impression either of her brothers got more attention than she did. In fact, all things considered, the Woessners were a rather close-knit bunch. They played board games together on Sunday nights, watched football once homework was finished on Monday nights, and ate dinner together as often as busy schedules allowed. Penny grew up particularly close with her older brother, Anthony, whom she shared next to everything with.
All throughout her childhood, Penny and her family went to church. They weren’t an overly religious family by any means—tolerance was well knit into their ideals—but still, she couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable when the pastor brought up the “condition” of homosexuality. Anthony never failed to notice how it made her squirm and she was grateful for his never asking why, because honestly, she didn’t even begin to think of answers until she was about thirteen. Before then, the topic was simply annoying—albeit slightly more so than most.
Penny grew up relatively unnoticed, in the grand scheme of things, as far as school went. She was neither bright nor dull, and rested in the comfortable middle ground between popularity and victimization, sliding on through things with friends that came and went as easily as the years themselves. She didn’t cause trouble, got good grades, helped her mother grade her second graders’ papers when she came home from school, and sometimes talked about how fun it would be to go up north for vacation and see real snow drifts. In fact, it wasn’t until her sophomore year of high school that things really veered from their same, dull routine.
Oklahoma was boring. She was bored. That’s what she told herself, in the days following what her parents referred to in private as “the incident.” Really, it was nothing. A kiss, and hardly even that, as they hadn’t used tongue, and that was how first kisses went, wasn’t it? Sophie had been Penny’s first, so she really hadn’t a clue. Either way, they’d been discovered mid-peck (well, perhaps it was slightly more than that) by Danny, who’d come home from baseball practice early because of the heat. At first, he hadn’t said anything. For a few days, Penny was almost certain she’d convinced him to keep quiet simply by pleading. Perhaps he’d meant to not breathe a word, but that didn’t change the fact that it slipped out at dinner one night, or that her parents spent the next three hours at least telling her how very disappointed they were, and how they understood that she must be confused, but they’d get through this, together, as a family. Just like always. And of course, it’d hardly changed the fact that Anthony didn’t answer his phone when she tried to call him later that night, or the discussions she overheard her parents having in the living room while they thought she was sleeping.
present
The three months after her first kiss passed with simultaneous monotony and rapidity. At school, there were rumors. How word had gotten out, Penny hadn’t a clue, but seeing as Danny went to middle school and she certainly hadn’t told anyone, she had to rightfully assume it was Sophie. Who else would it have been? Her brother was an idiot, but not nearly dumb enough to tell people it’d been all her idea. No, those words had to have come from the mouth of someone looking for a scapegoat—and honestly (and obviously) it hurt, having to be the one to take the blame.
At first she thought she was just being paranoid. There was no way someone, even in high school, could go from being so far off the map to so very in the center of it with a blinking neon sign so very quickly. Of course, changing in the locker room was all the confirmation she needed to cease her doubts. Girls were nasty, sneaky things, Penny soon learned, and ever so intent on causing others as much misery as humanly possible without the use of physical tactics. Unfortunately, for the next few months, Penny was nothing short of miserable.
It was probably because of this fact alone that she so willingly accepted her parents’ reasoning for the move to boarding school in New York City. It was a smooth transition for all those watching, although tense, for those going through it. Things haven’t been the same at home since Penny came out to her parents; she still has Anthony to talk to, she supposes, but even he seems a bit distant. Although that could just be her imagination. Either way, she’s trying to make the best of a new situation, taking it in stride and with a smile, as is the only way she really knows how. Not that it’s always worked in the past, as smiles tend to hide things.
family
Susanna Woessner, mother, 53, teacher
Michael Woessner, father, 56, insurance agent
Anthony Woessner, brother, 20
Daniel “Danny” Woessner, brother, 13
likes
**Her brothers, but particularly Anthony. She can’t quite forgive Danny for what he did, although she knows deep down it wasn’t his fault.
**Mouse Trap. You roll your dice, you move your mice. Nobody gets hurt. No, but really, it’s always been her favorite game, even if it is a bit childish—it’s what she grew up with, and sometimes old habits die hard.
**Girls. No, she doesn’t. She really doesn’t. …Does she?
**Earthy tones and colors, particularly in clothing. It should also be mentioned that as far as pants go, she has a certain affinity for skinny cords. God knows why.
**When her parents say they’re proud. Sure, most people like this—she just didn’t realize how much she missed it until she stopped hearing it.
**Feeling included. One of the worst feelings in the world for Penny is being a tag-along, no matter what the situation.
dislikes
**When people (particularly her Uncle Rich) make up strange little rhymes with her name. Take, for example, “Penny Penny Bo-Benny Fee-Fi Fo-FEENNNYY.” It’s really…a lot more annoying than you’d think.
**Dark chocolate. It’s far too bitter.
**Neon colors, particularly in clothing. If people want to wear signs, they should hang them around their necks.
**Her sexuality. She knows she’s lesbian. It’s not even that bit of her that she hates so much as the fact that her parents can’t come to terms with it, and her brothers can’t, and she can’t. In fact, that’s probably the worst bit of it all. It makes her feel pathetic.
**Church. She can’t bring herself to go anymore, even though she knows it would probably make her parents feel a little better. So, she lies, and tells them she attends every week. That, of course, is another bit of herself she dislikes.
**How often she talks. Just once, couldn’t she stand to think before she opened her big fat mouth? Nothing good ever comes of it. Ever.
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title
The Little Prince
backstory
A pilot flying through the desert crashes and finds a little prince, who teaches him all about love and friendship and happiness without every actually saying anything directly related to that. The Prince basically blabbers on and on about how he loves this flower and wants to get back to his little planet to see her so very badly but can’t. Together, they find a well and realize that it’s the little things in life which are always the most beautiful, and then the Prince dies because a snake bites him. Don’t worry though, he asked it so. So it’s all okay. He’s just a parselmouth, gone back to his little planet to take care of his little rose way up there in space, and because he’s out there somewhere, the entire sky becomes beautiful, just like that.
...roleplayer*
name
SCOUTTYMCSCOUTTINGTONS (Scout)
age Sweet talkin’
gender Sugar
rp experience Coated
how you found ouac Candy
rp sample Man
