Post by GERDY MILLAN on Jul 6, 2012 14:08:25 GMT -5
...Gertrude Sasha Millan*
*Now ya see it, now ya don't!*
[/size]*Now ya see it, now ya don't!*
...basics*
name Gertrude Sasha Millan
nickname Gerdy. Don't call her Getrude.
age Seventeen
gender Female
grade Junior
hometown New York, New York.
sexuality Bisexual
personification The Magic Carpet
status Awake
face claim Hannie Dropkick
...appearance*
hair color Blonde, usually with additional colors. Whichever color she sees fit, or that strikes her mood. Occasionally she'll get crazy and do a full head-color.
eye color Brown, but it's not a surprise if she wears colored contacts.
build Slender, small. She's not an imposing sort, she's rather small and on the thin side.
height 5'4"
clothing style Usually more on the scene side, but it's not oncommon for her to layer things on in a harajuku type of style. Usually jeans or shorts, or a super cute skirt. She'll top it off with an ironic babydoll tee, or a blouse.
distinctive traits She has a lot going on. Anywhere from the hair, to the piercings to her clothes. She's just walking on that border of being far too much, and not nearly enough. She's quite aware of people staring at her, and she likes it.
...personal*
personality
Exciteable. Gerdy is almost always seemingly on sugar. She's extremely hyper and easily exciteable. Even over the smallest things. It's not uncommon for her to bounce around for long periods of time. She has a hard time sitting still, and usually does a pretty good job of getting other people excited.
"Gerdy was sitting on the bleachers, staring at the football field boredly. The cheerleaders were...alright. Some people were cheering, but she couldn't feel the excitement the way she wanted to. All in all, Gerdy was bored. She sighed, and put her elbow on her knees and chin in her hand, staring at the cheerleaders. So what? They could flip, cartwheel and shout. But it was all routine. Nothing was new. But that could be fixed.
With a grin, Gerdy pushed past the crowd in the rows, and hurried down the alumininum steps, and with a little "extra" help, easily swung her legs over the gate and onto the field. Several of the cheerleaders stopeed to stare while she shook her arms over her head, her pink tutu bouncing against her jean-clad thighs. Laugher erupted from the crowd while she ran back and forth; a few of the cheerleaders along with the coach attempted to chase after her. Either way, the crowd was laughing, whistling and cheering. The way they were supposed to."
Sweet. Even though she seems to be trouble, and gets in a lot of it--she doesn't do things maliciously. She'll steal if she wants it, but when it comes to her friends and people she knows, she'll steal in order to get them to snap out of whatever funk they're in. Gerdy tends to make rash decisions; treating her friends to icecream, or hauling a pillowcase full of candy through the school and dumping it off the roof-top.
"Gerdy could hear crying just on the other side of the trees. It wasn't a hurt-crying, but more of a "I am totally heartbroken" sort of crying. And that's what caught her attention. However, the pink-haired wonder didn't go for it right away. Instead, she detoured several steps, and stopped at the ice-cream cart. Hopefully they liked chocolate--everyone liked chocolate right? While the man working the car was distracted passing the icecream to other customers, Gerdy snuck up behind him and plucked two wrapper-covered ice-creams from the cart, and quickly hurried back to the trees.
She followed the sounds of the crying, before flopping down to the young woman with the curled black hair. Gerdy set the ice cream in her lap, and unwrapped her own, while crossing her legs--applesauce style. "Why're you crying? Tell me your troubles!""
Sneaky. Oh, she's a clever one. It helps that the Magic Carpet has given her the ability to fly; this makes for quick getaways, and distractions. She's a fan of the five-finger discount, and she's rather slick about it. Gerdy's the master of the Kansas City Shuffle, and will make you stare right at her while she's taking something, while you're too busy staring at her too hard. This manuever has helped her snatch a few extra bucks off of her families and siblings. All in the stash, because one day--she'll be able to live her own life in her own house.
"Did they even want an oviously crazy child? The foster family sat at the table talking, while Gerdy listened in also seated at the table. Her glittery pink nail scratched at the wood surface, before looking up at her foster parents. She was seventeen, one more year and she'd be a full fledged adult. No longer in the foster system. It wasn't the child they had wanted, and they sure enough hadn't bonded with her. All of this was discussed with her sitting not too far away--doing their best to include her in the conversation.
However, Gerdy wasn't paying too much attention. If this family gave her back like an unwanted puppy, she'd become a ward of the state. It wouldn't be much of a change, and her things would be taken care of for just a few more months. She narrowed her eyes, and glanced at the parents, before slipping out of her chair. But she didn't just slip--she slid right out of it. The parents were still talking, and didn't even notice the cotton-candy haired child was missing, and had quickly flew up the stairs, and was stuffing her pockets with as much jewelry and cash that she could get her pale fingers on."
Outgoing. Though she's been a bit unfairly (Her words) treated, that never made her bitter. At least not for very long. She's always eager to make new friends, and get to know as many people as she possibly can. Without saying it so much, she's a fan of "You only live once". And if you ask her--she was a fan of that motto before that ridiculous song was even made. Even if her new friends only last a day, she makes sure to make it an adventure. Just so they can't ever forget her.
"Cold outside. Freezing frackin' cold. But in a strange way, she liked the snow and the cold. It meant she could wear more absurd clothing and layers without being looked at too strangely. But it also meant that the thermus in her arms would be put to good use. An old winter tradition. Have hot chocolate and cookies with the coldest person she could find.
It took a bit of searching, but then she found him. An old, withered man that looked like Grandpa Joe, sitting all alone at the bus stop. His wrinkled hands clutching his cane tightly, and he was shaking from head to toe. It was difficult to see, but Gerdy saw it. And right then and there, she plopped down next to him, sliding off her backpack. "Here. This one is yours--" She passed him the thermus of hot chocolate, ignoring the bewildered look. "And this is mine. And here are some cookies. They're really good in the hot chocolate." She nodded her head, and crossed one leg over the other, dropping her cookies into the chocolate, and shaking it up for the bits of chocolate to break apart. "Tell me your most exciting story, grampa.""
past
Gerdy didn't know her mother, or her father for that matter. Her father bailed before she was born, and her mother fell sick shortly after her birth. A little after Gerdy's first birthday, her mother Julie passed. Custody fell onto her grandparents; Granpa Joe and Granma Trudy. But things wouldn't go quite as smooth. Granpa Joe ended up in a car accident when she was eight years old that took his life.
For the next few years, it was just her and Granma Trudy. Unfortunately, dementia and alzheimer's don't make for suitable conditions. Granma was taken to a nursing home, and Gerdy was placed in the system. From thirteen to seventeen she was bounced from home to home. Some parents decided for one reason or another they didn't want to keep her. Gerdy did her best to forget about why. Anything from having their own kids, to Gerdy being too rambunctious sent her to the next family.
On her sixteenth birthday, things took a dramatic change. She was asleep in the hard, old-person's bed, tossing and turning. She was dreaming about being in the sky, free as a bird. Nothing holding her back, no one judging her. When she woke with a start--she sat up and promptly bumped her head on the ceiling. The fright sent her crashing back down onto her bed with a scream. The parents rushed in, and she dismissed it as a bad dream. But the second she was sent to school--she detoured to Central Park to examin it.
Gerdy was determined, and with a bit of focus, she was able to recreat ethe levitation. Clearly recalling the horrible dream. In the dream, she hadn't been herself. She had been a carpet, soaring high above the sky, alongside people with blurred out faces. Of course, true to Gerdy nature--she dismissed it and accepted the cool, strange new thing she could do.
present
Now seventeen, Gerdy is still in the system. Technically a ward of the state, she lives in the dorms of Baum Academy. It's as close to freedom as she's ever had. She maintains her classes, because despite how she might act--school is important to her. Her dreams include graduating, getting into college...though she's not sure which career path she wants to take. Being a spy still sounds pretty cool.
Either way, she usually spends her freetime on the roof of the tallest building in the school, or playing with the clouds. She's not exactly secretive about her abilities, but she makes sure that people don't question it. There isn't anyone that she's trusted well enough to share with them that it wasn't a trick of their eyes that they just saw.
For now, she keeps having dreams of the people with the blurred out faces. She knows them, and she knows she just has to find them. Which shouldn't be terribly difficult. Not.
family
According to her, foster families don't count.
Granpa Joe - Deceased at 68
Granma Trudy - Nursing Home at 76
likes
-Colors
-Theft
-Freedom
-Flying
-Meeting new people
-Looking forward and avoiding the past
-Sweets...no. Salties...no, sours. Fuckit. Food.
-Being different
dislikes
-Liars
-The foster families that gave her back
-People who are too serious
-Authority figures. Trust her--juvie isn't a vacation.
-Physical fights
-Clear drinks (Sprite, water, clear juice)
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title Arabian Nights
backstory
So there's this street rat Aladdin, right? And he totally gets himself into some trouble where the Magic Carpet bails his ass out. Carpet also gives him a free ride to wherever he needs to go, and helps him--even though Carpet is probably sending brainwaves that it's not a great idea. Either way, Carpet's part of the group. The hotrod before hotrods were invented.
...roleplayer*
name Olley
age 21
gender I'MMA LADY
rp experience ....Srs?
how you found ouac In a galaxy far...far away....
rp sample LOL. YER FUNNY.
