Post by Nott on Jul 19, 2009 12:45:41 GMT -5
Greensleeves
was all my joy,
Name :: Zealous Aubrey Nott
Gender :: Female
World :: Travels between them.
[Hello, who might you be? I'm Zealous. No, silly, it's my name!]
Age :: Thirteen years of age
Date of birth :: July the fifth, 1996.
Star Sign :: Cancer
[/size][/font]was all my joy,
Name :: Zealous Aubrey Nott
Gender :: Female
World :: Travels between them.
[Hello, who might you be? I'm Zealous. No, silly, it's my name!]
Age :: Thirteen years of age
Date of birth :: July the fifth, 1996.
Star Sign :: Cancer
Greensleeves
was my delight,
Height :: Five-foot three-inches.
Weight :: 97 pounds.
Complexion :: Like the inside of an almond.
Build :: She's thin, and looks rather fragile to the touch. Probably why Leo feels the need to be so gentle with her. Could be described properly as "Petite".
[Red is such an odd color, don't you think?]
Hair :: Zealous' hair is a vibrant, noticeable shade of red. It's long and wavy, but she wears it in a different style every day. It's rarely completely down.
Eyes :: Dark green, there's a light hazel color laced throughout.
Piercings :: Her ears are pierced. Other than that, no. She doesn't like artificial things in her body. It attracts biffles, you see, and biffles are not pleasant creatures.
Tattoos :: None. She thinks they look nice, but she's never been fond of ink. Inkmites live in ink --- They're microscopic creatures, and if they get under your skin, they give you eczema, you see. And eczema is unpleasant indeed. Almost as unpleasant as biffles.
Outstanding features :: Her clothing isn't always completely ordinary.
Other :: She never applies make-up, so she's always looking natural.[/size][/font]
Greensleeves
was my heart of gold,
Likes ::
- Leo
- Swimming
- Music
--- Choir
--- Classical (Violin)
--- Classic Rock
--- Brass
- Glow Sticks
- Matches
- Fireworks
- Cats. Particularly, Jobbernowl.
- Canna
- City lights
- Reading
- A good movie, with a plot
- Writing
- School
- Trees, nature
- Drawing
- Orange juice
- Pale colors
- People with similar interests.
- Rollerblading
[Leo, will you watch Pan's Labyrinth with me tonight?]
Dislikes ::
- People with no imagination.
- Close-mindedness.
- Needles
- Jerks
- Medicine, it's impure. Attracts biffles.
- Biffles.
- Poorly written / tasteless movies or books
- Rashes
- Cars, put out too much pollution. She roller-blades everywhere.
- Fried foods. Biffles.[/size][/font]
And who but my Lady,
Greensleeves.
Strengths ::
- She has an imagination of epic proportions.
- Great student
- A unique and interesting individual
- She's got good charisma
- Optimistic
- Sweet
- Talented with instruments (Piano, particularly.)
- Creative.
- Pure
- Kindhearted
- Innocent
Weaknesses ::
- Typically considered a freak, or insane.
- Has trouble discerning fiction from reality.
- Gullible
- Easy to lie to
- Inferiority complex
Quirks ::
- Goes out on night walks. It clears the mind, you know. Much better for writing.
- She's clumsy, has a habit of knocking things over.
- Loses things easily, her memory isn't very good.
- Her room is absolutely covered in books. Piles and piles and piles of books.
- Her bed, despite her age, is absolutely covered in old, dirty stuffed animals. But that's how she prefers it, they're comfy and make for a good conversation.
- She constantly sleeps standing up in her closet, much to the shock of Leo who finds her on a not-so-regular basis. You'd think he'd be used to her by now.
[Leo, why don't you ever come with me on my walks?]
Fears ::
- Silence
- Sports
- Airplanes. They could crash at any moment, you know.
- White rooms
- Situations that are bigger than her.
- Not being able to find a clear escape route.
- Reality.
Hopes ::
- Be more in touch with the real world, not to be afraid.
- Make more friends.
- Spend more time with Leo.
- Become more practical.
- Improve her drawing skills.
Aspirations ::
- Become an artist like her mother, and a writer for herself.
- Graduate
- Find someone just for her.
- Be more open to others.
Secrets ::
- Her imagination and creativity are like her brother's intellect --- they're ten fold that of a normal person's. This is what makes her able to travel between Carlisle and Canna.
- She has a wide range of emotions, but she never lets them surface --- except for happiness, excitement. The anger and sadness that is very prominent in her mind are hidden beneath the surface, locked in a drawer. They're unnecessary.
- Sports don't exactly run in the family. Speaking of running, if she so much as thinks of running, she trips.
- She much prefers Canna over the real world. The real world is too impure, the people there are very dark and cruel. The human race is selfish and vile, Canna isn't like that.
- She tries to convince herself that she believes in biffles, and inkmites, and all of that, the magical invisible creatures. But sometimes she doubts it. She wants to believe, because it would make the world a lot more interesting. It's almost a security blanket, she needs to believe in it, because it makes reality not reality.[/size][/font]
Your vows,
You've broken, like my heart,
Mother :: Lorenna Nott
Father :: Bastien Nott
Siblings :: Leo Nott [Older brother]
Other family :: Vanity Grace Newlane [Cousin through marriage, not blood. Daughter of the English teacher at the high school, Tyler Newlane.]
[Here, Jobbernowl, here kitty. . . come here Good Boy, come now.]
Friends :: Hardly any.
Pets ::
- Dog, doberman pinscher, male, named Cerberus. It's actually a very sweet thing.
- Cat, Somali breed (a type of long hair abyssinian), male, named Jobbernowl. Orange, Zealous never lets go of it. It's her cat.
History :: Her father was born with above average knowledge --- not exactly to genius capabilities, but he's made it into several clubs and groups for that sort of thing. Her mother is an artist --- She works out of their home, painting and sketching and then selling them for vast amounts of money. Many people have offered her jobs, but she prefers working for home much more. She's well known in their area.
Zealous is the intelligent side of the family's newer generation. She writes, reads, draws, and plays the piano. Her imagination has conflicted with reality, however, and she's living in her own world. That's when she found out about Canna. Sometimes she goes to Canna and refuses to leave. The only person she feels particularly close to is Leo, her older brother. Her parents take a back seat, though she is partial to her mother. They both are, she and Leo. Their father isn't the nicest person in the world.[/size][/font]
Oh, why,
Did you so enrapture me?
Code word :: Jim, I'm a doctor, not a physicist!
[Can you play me Greensleeves, Leo? Please?]
Role-Play sample ::
Putting his violin snugly back inside it's velvet lined case, Leo took a few deep breaths. His arms hurt from playing so often, and so quickly, but it didn't really bother him much. In the end, it was all worth it. The sound that came out of that old, hollow instrument was beautiful. You wouldn't expect it, looking at it; The thing was so old that it was turning gray, losing it's polished color, and it's sleekness was lost all together. There was a bit chipped off on the outside, but it didn't affect the sound. Thank god. This was the only material possession he really, truly valued. He couldn't have it go breaking on him.
He glanced at the clock, Zealous should be asleep by now, shouldn't she? She was thirteen already, he shouldn't have to play her lullabies. She should be able to sleep on her own by now. But seeing as it was nearly midnight, he thought it safe to assume that he could wrap it up for the night.
Pulling a book off the shelf across the living room, he tossed himself onto the couch, the springs thrusting him upwards as he landed. It hurt his back a bit, but it was fun. Everything has a con, after all. It can't be helped. He grabbed the remote that had been pressing into his back from the crack between the couch cushions, turning the television on low to his favorite music channel, not wanting to wake anyone up. After making himself comfortable again, he opened to the marked page and started at the top.
Jobbernowl came from the stairway, ripping across the room and under the piano bench, followed by an obviously tired red-head.
"Leo?" Zealous asked, squinting, "Why did you stop playing?" She glanced over at her orange cat under the piano bench. He was laying on top of the golden pedals used to alter the tone of the note.
"I've been playing for an hour, Zealous. Did something wake you up?" Leo asked, remarking his page and setting the book aside.
"No. I've been thinking, is all. I couldn't sleep. . . " She smoothed her nightgown down, and ran her fingers through her long, wavy hair. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "One more song? Please, Leo?"
He automatically groaned in protest, "I've got the classical music channel on --- They're much better than I am, really, they've got entire orchestras, you know. That's tens of people, you know. You can come listen to it with me if you like. My arms are sore, Zealous, please. . . "
Zealous frowned, and glanced at the television, then at him again, "It's not the same. . . " she sounded exhausted and looked rather pale. He couldn't help but wonder if she was okay, but until she said something, he figured that it wasn't really worth it. If she needed help, she would say it, "Please, Leo, just one more. Then I promise, if I'm still awake, I won't ask again. Please!"
He paused for a moment, and considered this. It was just one more song. It couldn't hurt, right? He sighed, and stood up. Zealous immediately brightened up, "Can you play Greensleeves?"
"Yeah, yeah. Get on the couch. . . " He said harshly. But Zealous read his words the way they were intended, in a way that only a sister could. She would always see him as her gentle older brother, and she would always hear his words exactly that way. She climbed onto the couch, and lay her head on one of the arms. He sat on the other, and began to play quietly.
She drifted to sleep rather quickly, curling into a ball after a bit. When he finally set the violin down, confident that she was asleep, she was in a fetal position, sleeping soundly. Leo smiled, he took a large knit quilt from it's place on the recliner, and draped it over her, tucking it in around her shoulders. He slid his violin case under the piano bench, forgetting about the cat and hitting it fairly hard. It ran out of the room.
Finding himself yawning. Greensleeves, after all, had amazing lullaby capabilities, as many lullabies do. After all, that is what they are intended for. He sat in the recliner, and closed his eyes. A deep calm came over him.[/size][/font]
Now I remain in a world apart,
But my heart remains in captivity.
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