Post by Gloria Greeen on Feb 17, 2011 19:33:35 GMT -5
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name;; Ben
age;; 18
years of experience;; Two years and a couple of months RPing; beginning of writing unknown; earliest non-collaborative writing found is from 3rd grade
other characters;; First
how you found us;; Izzi recommended it to me.
contact method;; Email at beburwell@gmail.com is probably best.
other;; None that I can think of.
BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES[/font]
going nowhere, going nowhere
name;; Gloria Green
custom title;; Spleen Queen
label;; Physically Impure
birthday;; Unknown
age;; Unknown; roughly 16-19 (her appearance makes it difficult to tell)
playby;; Shirley Henderson
description;; She has a birth defect. Her skin, as a result, is similar to scales, and has a slight greenish tinge. She is small, just under 4’10”, thin and frail. Her hair is straight and brown, but scraggly her eyes a dark gray-brown, nearly black. Her facial features are almost human-normal, but don’t seem to align quite right and have a smooshed appearance. Notably, the jaw and nose area protrudes a small amount, almost like a muzzle, and there is barely any chin to speak of. Her eyebrows are scragglier than the rest of her hair, barely even there. Her eyes are slightly small and are close-set. Her ears are small, usually covered by her hair. Although she has barely any body fat (or figure) to speak of, she has more muscle than one might expect… she’s not strong, but nor is she as weak as she appears.
Her voice is highly variable by mood. It is almost always intense in some way, be it desperate, hopeful, despairing, joyful, mournful, complaining, afraid.
Left to her own devices, she’ll wear whatever clothing she finds pretty. Usually this means shiny and/or colorful, with no attention paid to whether it’s a dress or jeans and a T-shirt or whatever, and considering her size she often ends up with children’s clothing, which may still be too baggy for her frame. She adores pajamas with prints, and also likes nightgowns, so she’ll sometimes end up wearing one of those even in the day.
likes;;
[li]Singing
[/li][li]Spleens
[/li][li]Surgery, Surgeons, and Surgical Implements
[/li][li]Hospitals
[/li][li]Music from the ‘60s or thereabouts
[/li][li]Geckos (“because they look like me”)
[/li][li]Little Kids
[/li][li]Cats… or just about any cute animal, really
[/li][li]M to F Transvestitism/Transsexuality (which she would express as “boys turning into girls”)
[/li][li]Children’s stories
[/li][li]Musical theater
[/li][li]Cuteness
[/li][li]Taking care of other people (though her ideas of how one takes care of another are problematic)
[/li][li]Working in the kitchen (“because it’s almost the same thing as surgery”)
[/li][li]Sleeping with people (in the purely literal sense; she likes the warmth)
[/li][li]Snuggling
dislikes;;
[/li][li]People using knives to hurt people
[/li][li]Maleness, since she thinks it’s what makes men be mean to her, but she doesn’t dislike males themselves, just their gender
[/li][li]People contradicting each other
[/li][li]People lying about things that she cares about
[/li][li]Things that remind her of certain people from her past, especially Drew
[/li][li]Being pushed or manhandled
[/li][li]Snakes (because they look like someone chopped their legs off and that’s terrible!)
[/li][li]Rap music
[/li][li]Guns
[/li][li]Waiting around in a hallway, even with other people
[/li][li]Accidental injuries
fears/weaknesses;;
[/li][li]Being left alone, unless she planned on it
[/li][li]Things changing or being decided without her being able to know what’s going on
[/li][li]Generally, she’ll believe what people tell her
[/li][li]New things that she doesn’t understand
[/li][li]People in general, especially adults and especially men
[/li][li]Machines in general
[/li][li]People trying to comfort her (“because that’s what they all say when they scare me”)
[/li][li]Finding out that someone new she meets is “one of them” (=the sort of person who ends up hurting her)
[/li][li]Making people worse people by being around them
[/li][li]Being left alone with a man
strengths/goals;;
[/li][li]She is desperate to get a job as a surgeon (though she doesn’t really understand what this entails)
[/li][li]Otherwise, her main goal is to survive and to gravitate towards what she likes
[/li][li]Her main strength is her ability to tolerate hardship
[/li][li]She is good at remembering tidbits or events (though not at remembering the big picture)
[/li][li]She can be diligent
[/li][li]She has a good, clear, emotional singing voice.
quirks;;
[/li][li] She trembles or shakes a lot
[/li][li]Sometimes she bursts into song
[/li][li]She gets extremely emotional on little provocation
[/li][li]She has an intense stare, which is sometimes applied to staring into space, sometimes to people or objects
[/li][li]She always walks very carefully
[/li][li]When she really wants someone to do something, she’ll beg for it using a threat, possibly against herself
[/li][li]She makes assumptions about people
[/li][li]She believes sharing is very important
hopes/dreams;;
[/li][li]She wants to have a new spleen implanted in her (the original was removed)
[/li][li]Meeting someone who’s not “one of them”
[/li][li]She’d like to have a daughter so she’d like to get herself pregnant
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THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES[/font]
no expression, no expression
personality;; Gloria is a basically caring person who doesn’t understand things very well. She wants to help people, and loves the idea of taking care of someone, perhaps a little girl or a kitten, but anyone really. She is resigned to the idea that people are unlikely to help her for long, but is still easily hurt by this. It is terrifying when someone leaves her, even for a minute, for she is convinced that this will lead them to leave her permanently. Her interpretation of other people is based on preconceptions. She hopes that if she tries really hard, maybe she’ll be able to get someone to stick around. That’s why it’s so important to do all she can to take care of someone. And then, if she wants something, pleading is really the only way she knows.
Gloria is also entirely obsessed with spleens and surgery. These are in a strange way the driving forces of her life. The thought of surgical transformation fascinates her, as do the implements, and surgeons are heroes to her. She wants so very much to see knives used for help instead of harm.
Gloria becomes intensely emotional with little provocation, and the emotions will shift rapidly. She never becomes angry, instead feeling sad. She feels a kind of hopeless depression when most people would be mad. She’ll easily become hopeful and eager, frantically excited. Although easily frightened or startled, she is unlikely to panic. She is prone to feel affection and attachment, but would have great difficulty forming a deeper bond. Although she will try to accommodate others’ requests, she is unlikely to actually trust them.
Self-restraint, conscientiousness and planning ahead barely exist for Gloria. She acts according to the drive of the moment. Her only real plans would be ones given to her or a general dream for the future. Generally, she acts on emotion, which, being so changeable, lends her a capricious, whimsical, flighty nature. With an intensity that never wanes, she easily behaves creepily.
She recognizes that she is not the same as other people, though not entirely understanding why. It’s because of this that other people keep leaving her, she believes. Like there’s some sort of dreadful curse on her, like whenever she’s around good people, somehow she turns them into bad ones. Nonetheless, she firmly believes that she is a good person herself, just one who makes too many mistakes. And maybe, in the end, is she’s good enough, everything will turn out well for her. It worked for Cinderella, after all.
history;; The exact nature of Gloria’s past is impossible to reconstruct. She herself does not have a clear narrative recollection of it. She came into officially attention more recently, after making her way to a hospital. The only previous records of her are from four years ago, when she was hospitalized, having been taken by a man named Andrew Jones. Although she was hospitalized under the name Gloria Green, it is not clear that this is her original surname, but may instead have been given based on her coloration. To get some idea of her history, following is a transcript of her own explanation of her past:
“It should start with my being born. But I don’t think I was. People who were born have parents, right? And I don’t remember being born. So I don’t know where I came from.
“I guess the earliest thing I can remember is… is… I don’t know. I don’t know what came first. I’ll just tell you whatever I can think of.
“Well, there was Drew. He was important. He was around me for, I don’t know, a lot of time. And he kept leaving me, but he came back again too. Except he hasn’t for a long time now. He’s kind of bad, so I’m okay with that. Though he helped me. Fed me and got me stuff to wear and stuff. He always said he loved me when we got really close. But he’s a liar anyway. And sometimes he was really scary… but that part doesn’t matter.
“He’s not the only guy who was like him, though. No one was around as long as him, but there were other people who did things for me. Some of them just visited and went away, though. They moved around me a lot. I guess it was weird, but it’s easy to get used to after awhile, you know? I’m a good, strong little girl. So I can make sure nothing ever hurts me.
“Except when they leave me. I get lonely sometimes, and then what’s there to do? I guess I’m not the same as the other people, so they didn’t want to stick around. Or maybe there were things they had to do. I never really understood all that people would talk about, when they’d go and fight people, or when there was that food that you eat with your nose. I don’t know why they kept me around, really, since I couldn’t really do anything except play with them. Though there was the one time Matt came back, with the big red gash all over him, and I helped him get better. They told me what to do, and I washed it and I was very nice to him. And I looked after the cat too, until he ran away. He left me too, just like everyone. I don’t know what happened to him after that, but maybe there was someone else who helped him.
“Oh! And I’ve still forgotten the best part of all of it! There was the time I had a problem with my spleen, and Drew took me to this big white hospital. It was all clean. There was a nurse there who watched me and got blankets for me, and she was really pretty. She told me a story about a girl who got married to a prince. I liked that. And then they had to take the spleen out of me, and that was the bad part, because I want it back so much! I asked them a bunch of questions and they explained everything really good, and they showed me pictures of what spleens look like when I asked for them, and it was so beautiful, and now I don’t have one. Maybe that’s why people left me, you know? They knew I didn’t have a spleen.
“They were all the nicest people in the world ever, they even showed me some of their tools and things. Really shiny. So of course I want to be like them. Who wouldn’t? They get to be nice and talk to people, and they can use those sharp, shiny tools, and they can hear stories from pretty nurses. So I’m going to be a surgeon. I’m good at taking care of people, and I’m good with knives. Hank let me help out in the kitchen after I asked him. That’s almost the same thing, right?
“There was another place that I was at for awhile too. This big place with all the people around it. They’d all watch, and then a little while later they’d go around and I could talk to them. Especially the little kids. I liked talking to them, and they were so sweet, but the other people kept pulling them away, so it never lasted very long. That stopped when everyone was running away, and I ended up getting led away. I’m not sure what part happened after that. Everyone was just trying to get away.
“There’s been a few places I’ve stayed at, I guess. Maybe that’s why the people keep changing. There was one I was at that was all girls. There was one, Bernie, who looked different, and I thought maybe she was like me, only I found out it was because sometimes she was a boy. It was really fun, and eventually he let me help him when he was changing into a girl, and he showed me some of his friends, and they let me change them too. And there was one of them, Emma, she was having a surgery so she could be a girl forever, and was telling me all about it, and it all sounded wonderful. So that’s a good thing. Oh, but then I made a mistake, because Martha got so mad at me when she left me to watch Dakota—that was her son—for a little while, and then I tried practicing on him. He would have been the sweetest girl ever, and then she could have been like a little sister and I could have looked after her like surgeons are supposed to, but I messed up. I saw him later on so it was all okay, but it was still bad. I’ll have to be careful, I guess.
“So I’ve been alone for awhile, the last bit of time. Sometimes I got people to help me anyway, or sometimes they just gave me something. Or I could find something tossed on the ground, that happens a lot. But at least this way, stuff won’t all suddenly change and I’ll be in a new place with different people and I won’t know why. And look, now I’ve found a hospital again, and now you can teach me to be a surgeon! Right?”
HIDE MY HEAD I WANNA DROWN MY SORROW[/color][/font]
no tomorrow, no tomorrow
rp sample;;
Gloria stood by the river, watching the first orange splashes of light starting to glow upon the ripples. And up, above it, the lights were brightening, that distant red circle of the sun peering up on the horizon. She shivered slightly at a gust of night air, but that would be going now. The sun was rising.
She knelt down by the river and cupped her hands, bringing up a handful of water, glowing a yellow-orange from its reflection. Golden water… so pretty. She looked at it too long, and it trickled through her fingers, a dark red-brown patch of mud forming below her. She cupped her hands again, took a little more water and brought it to her mouth now, then again. It was better at dawn, when the water shined. It didn’t taste any different, but somehow… somehow she knew it was special. Somehow she knew it was magical, and if she only had enough of it, something wonderful would happen to her.
She looked up, still kneeling, at the sky, at the sun passing through those mountains, and now peering through again, as its rays of lights burst through the mountains, burst through the clouds, shafts of light and color exploding through the sky. A pretty moment, a transforming moment, a special moment. And she stood and cast her head upwards, staring through the clouds turned purple, through the stripes of colors that melted into each other, through the rays that shifted and changed. And she began to sing, her voice echoing from here to there and all around as she shouted with the special goodness of this moment.
“Here comes the sun… here comes the sun… and I say, it’s alright…”
Once she had finished the song, she lingered for some minutes, watching, then turned and started back to Max’s place. There were rocks that shifted, dry grass that brushed against her bare feet, so she watched her steps each time she made them, setting them down carefully. If she fell… and there wasn’t anyone with her now… but she’d be alright, she just had to watch herself.
A flash of scales darted in a clump of grasses, and she crouched down to see.
“Oh, you’re so sweet,” she murmured. She moved her head down and shifted so she was face to face with the little lizard. It didn’t move, head partway exposed, motionless tail woven in and out of the grass. Its black dot eyes stared, met by Gloria’s, who watched it, hardly blinking. “You’ll stay with me,” she whispered. A strained, pleading smile formed on her face. “You’ll be a kitty for me… my little kitty lizard… and then I can watch over you and give you food and you’ll be all mine and we’ll stay together forever… I’ll be like a good mother to you, you’ll see, and you’ll be so happy, and I’ll take care of everything for you… you’ll want that, won’t you?” She reached out a hand to pat its head. “Stay with me…”
The lizard turned and sped off, leaving only a spray of stirred dirt. “No!” Gloria stood up and started running, the folds of her tattered nightgown catching against her legs, stumbling and shaking against the groundcover of rocks. “Come back… you don’t understand… you’ll be left alone in the desert… you’ll get hurt… you need me… you have to stay with me, you’ll die!”
She let herself fall forward onto her knees, her whole body quivering, like she had no power over her movements, her own self shaking with its own will. “Don’t leave me… you don’t want to see me alone again… you’re not a human, you’re not supposed to be mean like a human… why don’t you like me enough to stay with me? I would have done anything you wanted… come back or I’ll throw myself off of the rock and you’ll have made me hurt! Or just… please…”
She closed her eyes tight, letting herself finish trembling for awhile, until she was finally able to stand again. She looked back to the place she was staying, where she’d gotten into that deal with that man, Max. But he was just another one… just another Drew, another of everyone. He’d said he couldn’t keep her for long, she knew that. But last night, when he said he cared about her so much, just like everyone else said, last night after he had got so close to her, so close together, after they’d been warm together, and he’d said so many nice things to her, how he loved her… but it couldn’t last, and they’d be apart again, and she’d be without even a lizard friend to call her own…
As she walked her way back, bare feet treading delicately over wobbling stones, she softly sang again to herself.
“Tonight you’re mine, completely… you give your love so sweetly… tonight the light of love is in your eyes… But will you still love me tomorrow…? Will you still love me tomorrow?”
She knelt down by the river and cupped her hands, bringing up a handful of water, glowing a yellow-orange from its reflection. Golden water… so pretty. She looked at it too long, and it trickled through her fingers, a dark red-brown patch of mud forming below her. She cupped her hands again, took a little more water and brought it to her mouth now, then again. It was better at dawn, when the water shined. It didn’t taste any different, but somehow… somehow she knew it was special. Somehow she knew it was magical, and if she only had enough of it, something wonderful would happen to her.
She looked up, still kneeling, at the sky, at the sun passing through those mountains, and now peering through again, as its rays of lights burst through the mountains, burst through the clouds, shafts of light and color exploding through the sky. A pretty moment, a transforming moment, a special moment. And she stood and cast her head upwards, staring through the clouds turned purple, through the stripes of colors that melted into each other, through the rays that shifted and changed. And she began to sing, her voice echoing from here to there and all around as she shouted with the special goodness of this moment.
“Here comes the sun… here comes the sun… and I say, it’s alright…”
Once she had finished the song, she lingered for some minutes, watching, then turned and started back to Max’s place. There were rocks that shifted, dry grass that brushed against her bare feet, so she watched her steps each time she made them, setting them down carefully. If she fell… and there wasn’t anyone with her now… but she’d be alright, she just had to watch herself.
A flash of scales darted in a clump of grasses, and she crouched down to see.
“Oh, you’re so sweet,” she murmured. She moved her head down and shifted so she was face to face with the little lizard. It didn’t move, head partway exposed, motionless tail woven in and out of the grass. Its black dot eyes stared, met by Gloria’s, who watched it, hardly blinking. “You’ll stay with me,” she whispered. A strained, pleading smile formed on her face. “You’ll be a kitty for me… my little kitty lizard… and then I can watch over you and give you food and you’ll be all mine and we’ll stay together forever… I’ll be like a good mother to you, you’ll see, and you’ll be so happy, and I’ll take care of everything for you… you’ll want that, won’t you?” She reached out a hand to pat its head. “Stay with me…”
The lizard turned and sped off, leaving only a spray of stirred dirt. “No!” Gloria stood up and started running, the folds of her tattered nightgown catching against her legs, stumbling and shaking against the groundcover of rocks. “Come back… you don’t understand… you’ll be left alone in the desert… you’ll get hurt… you need me… you have to stay with me, you’ll die!”
She let herself fall forward onto her knees, her whole body quivering, like she had no power over her movements, her own self shaking with its own will. “Don’t leave me… you don’t want to see me alone again… you’re not a human, you’re not supposed to be mean like a human… why don’t you like me enough to stay with me? I would have done anything you wanted… come back or I’ll throw myself off of the rock and you’ll have made me hurt! Or just… please…”
She closed her eyes tight, letting herself finish trembling for awhile, until she was finally able to stand again. She looked back to the place she was staying, where she’d gotten into that deal with that man, Max. But he was just another one… just another Drew, another of everyone. He’d said he couldn’t keep her for long, she knew that. But last night, when he said he cared about her so much, just like everyone else said, last night after he had got so close to her, so close together, after they’d been warm together, and he’d said so many nice things to her, how he loved her… but it couldn’t last, and they’d be apart again, and she’d be without even a lizard friend to call her own…
As she walked her way back, bare feet treading delicately over wobbling stones, she softly sang again to herself.
“Tonight you’re mine, completely… you give your love so sweetly… tonight the light of love is in your eyes… But will you still love me tomorrow…? Will you still love me tomorrow?”
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