Application & OOCness
Character Information
Name: Wendy Gwendalyn Testaburger
Series/Fandom: South Park
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Into women, only one though.
Student or Faculty Member/Professor: Student
Major: Law
Minor: Buisness
Residence: Dormitories
Occupation: None.
Appearance:
Although born in America, Wendy's German heritage only became more obvious as time grew on and she got older. When she was in middle school, she soon began to grow and take on her mother's height. Although she was still average height, she was only an inch taller than her friend Bebe at five feet, seven inches. Her raven hair grew out, Wendy feeling the need to cut it only once. It hangs straight down to the bottom of her shoulder blades, a few bangs strewn across her head. She'll sometimes put this up into a bun, to keep her hair out of her way. This is only is she is doing something active, or is concentrating on work, and does not want her hair to be a constant bother, and getting into her eyes. Her figure is thin, but still at the exact weight she should be for her age. Her skin is only a little ways off from pale, but sunburns easily. She makes sure to put on sunscreen before going out on hot days.
She has her father's eyes, a dark brown. She wears makeup, but not a ton is needed, since she takes good care of her skin with crèmes and the once-in-a-blue moon facials she pampers herself with. She has a piercing in both ears, dark obsidian pearls.
Although in middle school she wore dresses and the like, as her activist side became stronger, she only began to fall into the role of 'hippie.' She still wore the purple hat she had as a child of course, but instead of a skirt, usually wears pants, cargo to be exact. Her shirts are usually, ALWAYS purple, hugging her skinny frame and giving her the perfect look of the hippie student. She still believes in good hygiene, and believes in good first impressions. She won't hesitate to wear business attire if need be. Her choice of backpack is a messenger bag that matches her pants. She refuses to wear a purse, although she will happily shop for them (along with shoes, even though she wears sandals) with Bebe.
Her clothes nonetheless are always inspired by the scene crowd, or more 'alternative' forms of clothing. Although she does not shop at Abercrombie like her friend, she still pulls off the 'arty' look, with simply expensive pants and shirts. Usually from places like the GAP or Banana Republic.
Personality:
Wendy, outspoken, and snarky from day one; has been the perfect girl. Although, when one looks at her family; rich, spoiled, and her future paved in gold, it would be hard to think any other offspring with a contrasting personality could be birthed. Still, even with all of this, Wendy had found herself accepted by her peers and classmates, especially her dire contrast and best friend, Bebe. Bebe was in ways, everything she wasn't. When she was passing spelling tests with flying colors, Bebe, would pull her away from the library and take her shoe shopping. When at fancy family dinners, Bebe was the one to pull Wendy by hand up to her room and do her hair while fawning about boys. Bebe, even with the many trivial spats strewn across the span of their friendship, was still the much needed down to earth rock that with her privileged lifestyle, needed.
With her radical feminist views that seemed to only strengthen from her childhood years, Wendy grew up to be a hard worker, straining to part ways with her carefully structured childhood of having everything handed to her. By now, in high school, her feminine views had branched out into other regions, now feeling she had to fight for equality for EVERYONE. She became the definition of the average activist, fighting for everything she couldn't relate to, due to her high class family. She got all A's, class president, tri-lingual (studying both German and French), leader of many clubs including theater, student government, the gay/straight alliance, valedictorian of her high school graduation, and the epitome of the perfect rich girl. Over time however, she couldn't help but feel the pressures to be a 'good girl' by parents and family. She soon realized that with all the clubs she ran, the protest she camped out with, that her once 'passive' attitude about the world had to change, and everything didn't in fact, sparkle. She took her more hidden art of articulation and book smarts, and used words to win arguments, rather than using primitive slang with anyone but her personal friends. (She was not averse to calling Cartman a fat asshole). To sum up, she had to be in-your-face with everyone. She was not to be walked over, and become simply nothing more than a submissive and overlooked housewife.
It was only in high school that Wendy started considering that maybe her feminist views were being sparked by something else. Her admiration for Stan was soon becoming a facade, since in fact; she could feel herself becoming less fascinated by the sex she felt was holding her down. She grew out of the purple skirts and into purple cargo pants, out of the jackets and into purple shirts. She still kept her trademark hat, one that was given to her in fact, by Bebe. She became a STRICT vegan, In senior year, thanks to her more than perfect grades and riches, she had been accepted into Harvard to study Law. In this one year of school, she felt herself miss home more and more, and missing most of all, her best friend, who slowly she had been beginning to think of more and more. The girl constantly called her on the phone, gossiping or crying about everything and anything, and even though Wendy took it with a grain of salt, inside, it only killed her slowly.
She kept this to herself of course, her form of derogatory affection keeping Bebe at bay. She kept all potential boyfriends at bay with her smarmy and sarcastic wit, her sharp stare, and independent attitude. She doesn't like to play around when it comes to academics and activities, making her reasons for wanting to be a lawyer all the more obvious. She wasn't completely offish however. She was open to all new ideas, friendly to those that made an effort, and would gladly sacrifice her own self to help others if there was really no other way. She's protective of close friends, and will not hesitate to stand up for them. That is one of the times she'll drop the articulate act, and simply call you 'asshole.'
Wendy's rebellious side only comes out when Bebe is around, but she still manages to keep it under control. It gets harder and harder as time goes by. Wendy picked up the habit of smoking while at Harvard, and isn't put off by the idea of smoking pot. She smokes even more when she's under stress, which only is when she has a paper to turn in, or is torn by feelings for her friend back home. She'll drink, her fantasies often getting played out with her evocative use of words. She tries to be careful, and not drink often and make an ass of herself.
History:
Much like anybody who grew up in the town of South Park, Colorado, Wendy Testaburger was doomed to a life full of strange and wild animosity toward wild and most of the time, seemingly impossible situations. It was just something that came naturally when you lived there, and nothing that anybody seemed to mind escaping. Born to a rather rich family -though not near as rich as the Blacks of course-, Wendy was an only child with a lawyer for a mother and a biochemist for a father. Money, intelligence, and regulations were three things that were never lacking in the Testaburger household. From the very beginning of her childhood, Wendy was raised to strive for the best, true excellence, and be the greatest she could be at anything she decided to try her hand at. But to be modest, never to flaunt what she was gifted with. And Wendy didn't seem to mind her parents having such high expectations, since she seemed to meet them easily.
It came as a bit of a surprise to her parents when Wendy met a girl named Bebe Stevens in the very first day of kindergarten, and the two were practically attached at the hip from that day forward. In a small town like South Park, it really wasn't as if there too were many children in a class anyway, but the pair definitely made an interesting dynamic together, easy going Bebe and determined Wendy, side-by-side. They balanced each other out, and kept each other in line, with Wendy keeping Bebe out of trouble, and Bebe teaching Wendy how to relax and have fun once in a while. The two attended South Park elementary together, middle school, and high school, and still managed to remain the closest of friends no matter what sort of trouble or social problem came their way, whether it was school work, boyfriends, or some inane argument that was happening in the town at the time. The 'Stupid Spoiled Whore' fad comes to mind.
Wendy, much like Bebe, was good friends with almost all of the girls in their class and age range, and hung around with them frequently, as well as the boys. Along with Bebe, Wendy was considered a 'leader' for the girls group, and was someone that the other girls looked up to and often imitated, as children would often do. For most of elementary school, she had a puppy-love sort of relationship with Stanley Marsh, but this broke off shortly before they began seventh grade. Wendy was a nice girl, a good girl, with straight A marks and nothing but praise from her teachers.
It was also around seventh grade, and middle school, that Wendy began to change slowly. She still did everything with Bebe, sticking close at the other girl's side, and she kept up her same ideals and high grades, but she also began to focus more on some of the causes she had supported when she was younger. Veganism, feminism, anti-war protests, and many other worthy causes became a large focus of her attention, and by the time she was a freshman in high school, Wendy had carved out a spot for herself as South Park's token teen activist, willing to stand up for the little guy, and state her opinion no matter what others might have to say about it. She wasn't involved in any sports, unlike Bebe, but she was student council president in both South Park junior and senior high schools, as well as the leader of many of the clubs that the schools offered, such as theater, Gay Straight Alliance, German club, and French club. The latter of which two languages she taught to herself in her spare time. Her attempts to teach them to Bebe were not as successful.
At graduation, Wendy was the top of her grade, and valedictorian for their senior class. She attended prom with Stan, as friends, and Bebe did the same, with Clyde Donovan. And it had been standing to the side of the gymnasium, oh so awkward, with Stan chattering to Kyle beside her, watching Bebe dancing with Clyde and watching Clyde whisper something to her that made her giggle and just bury her face further into his neck, that Wendy decided that her feelings for her best friend might have been changing. It wasn't something she was ready for, and it had definitely startled her, but it was something that she couldn't seem to push aside as they spent every last moment together that they could during their last summer in South Park. She hadn't found herself genuinely interested in a boy for some time, sure, and maybe she did feel a little confused on the romantic front, of course, but she wasn't expecting to fall in love with Bebe of all of the people all of the girls in the town. Certainly not.
Wendy at least managed to keep her cool, and not let onto anything being different between them, and when the summer was over and she was climbing onto the plane to go to Harvard Law (and how pleased her mother and father were indeed), she just couldn't argue that it didn't feel right. Almost everyone was taking some time off first before college, including Bebe, and Wendy almost felt the need to do the same, but she decided to get on the plane regardless. She had a responsibility to live up to, after all.
Wendy attended Harvard for almost one year, thoroughly not enjoying herself, but managing to handle her work load with ease, and keeping in touch with Bebe on a daily basis. But upon finding out that Bebe was finally ready to go to college, and that she was going to be attending Evergrove University, Wendy Testaburger decided to act upon a whim that she normally never would have considered. Half because it was such a waste (people would think she was insane), and half because her parents were going to kill her. But dammit, she was an adult, and she did it anyway. She put in an applciation for a transfer to Evergrove University, intending to surprise Bebe with her arrival.
Journal-Entry RP Sample:
So like, today I bumped into this activist right? They were blabbing about something to do with abortion. Okay, first off, I'm pro-choice, but this cocksucker had the gall to get in my face, and tell me I'm going to HELL for being pro-choice. Seriously? What the hell is that? Not only are we women dragged down enough, we can't even get control over our own bodies? That's bullshit, and all of you know it. I'm not debating the actuality of heaven and hell, and what sends you there; but there are reasons for abortions. Even if a woman goes out and gets knocked up because she was so drunk that she couldn't keep her legs closed, it shouldn't be a reason to let her not decide what to do with her body.
Eric, you're a fat asshole, because I know you're going to respond to this with some fatass comment.
Bebe, don't stick up for him.
Third-Person RP Sample:
Mm. Yeah. This was probably one of those things on the 'WTF Scale' that maybe reached a twenty-four...and the scale only went up to ten. What sparked her to suddenly decide HARVARD (her parents were pissed their perfect little girl decided to leave like, the best school ever), and go to Evergrove...well there was probably a reason for it, but no matter what Wendy came up with, they all sounded insane. Harvard, even though it was hailed and everyone would shit their pants and kill their mother to get in, didn't interest Wendy, not in the least little bit. Studying law there would be a much needed boost for her resume, look great, all that hoohah that Wendy cared about, but didn't feel anything like...home. The people there annoyed the hell out of her, and preppy frat boys flirting with her left and right only annoyed her more. Her parents weren't paying for her education to simply cohort with men (boys rather), it was to make something of herself. She wanted to, Oh GOD how she wanted to. But, she wanted to with a place that could at least give her some sort of much needed peace of mind. Why would she let on to such a thing? She would never, but a laidback campus was just what Wendy needed. Plus, how could she expect to rattle off her wayward liberal views, when she went to a school full of conservative pricks who expected the world to be handed to them on a silver platter? Yes, Evergrove appealed to her more and more, and when she finally got the nerve to apply and transfer, she could feel herself squeal inside.
Not only did the campus attract her, there was something there that honestly, she could never find at Harvard. Not to replace this. Barbara. Or, rather Bebe. Her best friend, her confidant, partner in crime, and her almost crush -well, no, crush. She had been tossing those feelings around long enough to have to revert back to the denial stage- went there. She had talked to Bebe only a day before, and that little playful side of Wendy came out, and still, Bebe thought she went to Harvard. She could only smirk at the thought of Bebe nearly shitting a brick, and then attacking her with hugs. Yes, the reunion would be awesome. Never mind the fact that the asshole Cartman went there, the fact that Bebe was totally popular with all the boys and she probably wouldn't give Wendy the slightest bat of an eye, it would all be worth it to be stuck with Bebe's dammed annoying antics again. She could endure three years of all that before she was thrown into the work world headfirst right?
Right...
Wendy was already waiting for the plane to take her from Harvard town, and to her old life. The seats were hard plastic, giving the ache in Wendy's back even more to strain and crack over. A soft hum startled her, and reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her pink cellphone, covered in fake diamonds. The caller ID read 'Bebe.'
Nope, as much as it hurt her to not answer the call, she could hold off for another few hours...days...