Posy Fleming, Summer Court Changeling
Status: Approved
Mod Notes: Details about Posy's father are intentionally vague to allow the opportunity for other players to potentially app him as a PC. If you're interested in doing so, please contact Jen to work out the details. Posy's history and personality are sparse, but she's also 14 and has been leading an apparently normal life. Standard changeling stamp as a reminder that with all changelings, the more they use the power from the fae side of their heritage, the more they are moving themselves toward making the Choice to become wholly fae.
Player Name: Jen
Player LJ: evilenabler
Player Email: roleplayingjen AT gmail DOT com
AIM/YIM/etc.: evilenabler (AIM)
Character Name: Posy Fleming
Character Type: Faerie/Changeling
Abilities: As the offspring of a dryad father and human mother, Posy is a Summer Court changeling and has an affinity for growing plants.
Age: 14
Kinsey Rating: 1
Physical Appearance: Small (both in height and weight) and lithe, with blue eyes and blonde hair that is streaked with various colors (red, green, purple, yellow). She has pale skin and tends to burn easily in the sun.
PB: Dakota Fanning (specifically from 'Push')
Personality: Posy is friendly and quick to trust. She takes people at face value and, as a result, is fairly naive. She is on the shy/quiet side, though will open up easily when people show an interest. She is very nurturing.
History/Background: Posy was raised by her single mother and is as yet unaware of her faerie heritage since her mother was never able to track down the man who impregnated her after a weekend fling. In elementary school, she was teased by other children about not having a father, accounting for some of her shyness and reluctance to strike up conversations with people. Her mother has recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer and has moved them to San Francisco in an effort to find Posy's father before she passes away. Posy is nervous about starting high school, especially in a new city, where she doesn't know anyone but her mother. They've been in the city a couple of months when game play starts and Posy has spent most of that time in their small backyard, cultivating a garden, when not taking care of her mother.
RP Sample:
Posy dropped her backpack in the entrance way and headed up the stairs. Her first destination was her mother's bedroom. She knocked once and then opened the door without waiting for a response. "Hey, how are you feeling today?" she asked, walking over to the dresser to get her mom's afternoon pills together.
"It's been a good day," her mom said. "How was your first day of school?"
She knew that question was coming before it was asked. She gave a shrug. "It was okay," she said. "It was school. Books, teachers, lots of other kids." It was an attempt to stave off further questions like 'did you make any friends?'. Her mom was all about her wanting to make friends and meet people. Sure, Posy understood why. Her mom didn't want her to be alone after she died. No matter how many times Posy told her that she preferred to be alone. The kids at her new school were nice enough in that superficial way, but she didn't know how long that would last if they found out she had a dying mother and no father. In her experience, either they would be even nicer, which was annoying in its own way, or tease her, like the kids at her old school.
Sensing that she didn't want to answer questions, her mother dropped the subject for once, offering a weak smile as Posy poured her a fresh glass of water and placed it on the tray with her pills. "Did they give you homework on the first day?"
"A little," Posy said. "Shouldn't take me long though." She left off the part where she had done the majority of it over lunch. Sitting alone in the cafeteria had some perks. "What do you want for dinner tonight?" she asked, wishing that she had a larger repertoire than grilled cheese, canned soup, tuna helper and pasta. Lucky for them, a few of the hospice workers had taken pity on them and provided home-cooked meals a few nights a week.
"I think the first day of school requires a treat," her mom said. "Let's order in Chinese."
Posy smiled at that. Despite her mother having inherited a sizable chunk of money when her own parents had passed away, they tended to live frugally and ordering Chinese was saved for very special occasions. "You know I'll never turn that down," she said. "I'm going to go do my homework and water the garden. Then we can order?"
Mod Notes: Details about Posy's father are intentionally vague to allow the opportunity for other players to potentially app him as a PC. If you're interested in doing so, please contact Jen to work out the details. Posy's history and personality are sparse, but she's also 14 and has been leading an apparently normal life. Standard changeling stamp as a reminder that with all changelings, the more they use the power from the fae side of their heritage, the more they are moving themselves toward making the Choice to become wholly fae.
Player Name: Jen
Player LJ: evilenabler
Player Email: roleplayingjen AT gmail DOT com
AIM/YIM/etc.: evilenabler (AIM)
Character Name: Posy Fleming
Character Type: Faerie/Changeling
Abilities: As the offspring of a dryad father and human mother, Posy is a Summer Court changeling and has an affinity for growing plants.
Age: 14
Kinsey Rating: 1
Physical Appearance: Small (both in height and weight) and lithe, with blue eyes and blonde hair that is streaked with various colors (red, green, purple, yellow). She has pale skin and tends to burn easily in the sun.
PB: Dakota Fanning (specifically from 'Push')
Personality: Posy is friendly and quick to trust. She takes people at face value and, as a result, is fairly naive. She is on the shy/quiet side, though will open up easily when people show an interest. She is very nurturing.
History/Background: Posy was raised by her single mother and is as yet unaware of her faerie heritage since her mother was never able to track down the man who impregnated her after a weekend fling. In elementary school, she was teased by other children about not having a father, accounting for some of her shyness and reluctance to strike up conversations with people. Her mother has recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer and has moved them to San Francisco in an effort to find Posy's father before she passes away. Posy is nervous about starting high school, especially in a new city, where she doesn't know anyone but her mother. They've been in the city a couple of months when game play starts and Posy has spent most of that time in their small backyard, cultivating a garden, when not taking care of her mother.
RP Sample:
Posy dropped her backpack in the entrance way and headed up the stairs. Her first destination was her mother's bedroom. She knocked once and then opened the door without waiting for a response. "Hey, how are you feeling today?" she asked, walking over to the dresser to get her mom's afternoon pills together.
"It's been a good day," her mom said. "How was your first day of school?"
She knew that question was coming before it was asked. She gave a shrug. "It was okay," she said. "It was school. Books, teachers, lots of other kids." It was an attempt to stave off further questions like 'did you make any friends?'. Her mom was all about her wanting to make friends and meet people. Sure, Posy understood why. Her mom didn't want her to be alone after she died. No matter how many times Posy told her that she preferred to be alone. The kids at her new school were nice enough in that superficial way, but she didn't know how long that would last if they found out she had a dying mother and no father. In her experience, either they would be even nicer, which was annoying in its own way, or tease her, like the kids at her old school.
Sensing that she didn't want to answer questions, her mother dropped the subject for once, offering a weak smile as Posy poured her a fresh glass of water and placed it on the tray with her pills. "Did they give you homework on the first day?"
"A little," Posy said. "Shouldn't take me long though." She left off the part where she had done the majority of it over lunch. Sitting alone in the cafeteria had some perks. "What do you want for dinner tonight?" she asked, wishing that she had a larger repertoire than grilled cheese, canned soup, tuna helper and pasta. Lucky for them, a few of the hospice workers had taken pity on them and provided home-cooked meals a few nights a week.
"I think the first day of school requires a treat," her mom said. "Let's order in Chinese."
Posy smiled at that. Despite her mother having inherited a sizable chunk of money when her own parents had passed away, they tended to live frugally and ordering Chinese was saved for very special occasions. "You know I'll never turn that down," she said. "I'm going to go do my homework and water the garden. Then we can order?"