Post by TEMPERANCE KENSINGTON on Aug 20, 2010 15:53:57 GMT -5
TEMPERANCE KENSINGTON
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SURNAME: kensington
ALIAS: 'spades'
TITLE: lady temperance marie kensington
AGE: nineteen
AFFILIATION: affiliated with pirates, not one herself.
BRANDED?: nope
RANK: n.a
SHIP: n/a
࿂ DESCRIBE YESELF![/color]
alright if i must. if you were to spot me walking on the streets, i would look for all the world like nothing more than a wealthy lady. for all intensive purposes i suppose i am, born into the kensington family does make me a wealthy woman. i do wear those nice dresses that fall to my feet, and corsets are involved in many of my outfits. my hair is usually worn up and out of my face and i tend to make good use of available make-up. i will not say i am homely, i find myself attractive to be honest. i have bright blue eyes and blonde hair, and skin that is more fair than most. consequently, my cheeks are usually blushed a rosey tinge. i stand at about five feet and three inches in height, a bit on the shorter side, and my build is slender and sort of petite. my curves are what they are. my friends tend to poke fun because my curves happen to be minimal, but who needs anything larger anyway- they just weigh you down. i do have a tattoo, a small spade at my ankle. father never sees this because i daresay he'd have a fit if he knew. i have no piercings, and i keep my style fitting for my status.
࿂ WHAT GIVES YE PLEASURE?
pleasure, well you make this sound like something sexual. if you're asking what i like, then that is something i could gladly answer. it is commonly known that i like to gamble and play card games. it is also known that i am very good at gambling via card games due to my 'career' as a card-counter. not quite legal, but then again who really cares as long as you are good enough to hide it. i happen to be one of the best here in england, and the name i keep with my gambling posse is simply 'spades.' due to my rather competitive career i like to win. i will not go as far as to say i am a sore looser, but i would rather not loose if i have any say in the matter. luckily for me, the way i dress and my age gets my underestimated so usually i do win. but my life is not all about card games, not really. i like to eat just like any other human being and my favorite food has to be chocolate. i often eat out with the ladies, and i tend to order the chocolate cake or pie. ah, that's another thing. i like people. the smart ones make for good allies and the dumb ones are so easily to manipulate for your benefit.
࿂ WHAT MAKES YE ANGRY?[/color]
i cannot stand to loose, as i had said before. of course, it happens, but that is life for you. i do not like strawberries, in fact i am allergic to them in a minor sense. basically, i just get a rash if i ingest one. my gambling friends find it funny to slip me one sometimes, and i suppose it is all in good fun. now, being judged for my status can go both ways. i do not mind it in my line of work, though in my everyday life i dislike it when people expect me to be stupid and snooty. i could care less what happened to you unless you are my friend. if i care about you, and someone picks on you, then they shall fear my wrath. i hate those who are bullies, basically. and those military men too, they're too stiff for my liking. father tried to fix me with one once ... it was an awful turnout to be honest.
࿂ WHAT DO YE HIDE?[/color]
my main secret is my career as a card-counter. my buddies and i know, but a secret like that could get me, in an essence, fired in my line of work. father doesn't know, though he does know i hang out with some commoners and he knows i gamble. i only gain money, so he cannot truly be ... upset with me. i have no regrets that i will speak of, but that doesn't mean i have none i will keep to myself. my mother died, you see, and i had been in a tiff with her beforehand. i had refused to speak to her, and when she left the house that day she never came back. i regret not calling out to her, saying something nice. this is probably why i never turn my back on a friend nowadays, even if i happen to be angry or upset with them. making the same mistake twice is unforgivable. i fear that i will make that mistake again, though. and speaking of fears, i also fear loosing my father. i am an only child and with mum gone, he is the only immediate family i have left in the household. i am nineteen, able to care for myself, but a father is a father.
࿂ WHAT SKILLS DO YE POSSES?[/color]
ah my strengths. well, the first is my ability to count cards. in england, there are many card-counters, but i happen to be one of the best in the area of expertise. earning myself the name 'spades' i am pretty well into the game if you know what i mean. this is not my only strength, however. under it lies intelligence, because not everyone is capable of the skill. and i am also a great liar. this is something i may not always be too proud of, but when push comes to shove it has a habit of pulling me through. i am no superhuman, though. i have my weaknesses, and those happen to be the kind that can cause a downfall in a person. i am too curious for my own good. as we all know, curiosity killed the cat. and i don't even have nine lives, so i'd imagine i am screwed. i also have a habit of acting upon impulse. my friends call me whimsical, never thinking before acting. i agree that i do this, unfortunately.
࿂ HOW DO YE ACT?[/color]
i act very civil, thank you. i grew up in a wealthy household. i have my manners and i know how to be a hostess. i am polite and i can be manipulative because of this. i wouldn't intentionally harm someone, but i know how to hide emotions behind the most perfect smiling mask. have you ever seen a hostess frown at her guests? of course not. i can be miss perfect if i want to be, and sometimes if i have to be. father is a social man, and parties are nothing uncommon in the kensington home. i do not hide my intelligence to please others, however. i will not dumb myself down for society, and i have no issue with speaking my mind when the time is right. this could be considered verbal recklessness, though i show myself to be reckless as well during my gambling nights out. i associate myself with sketchy people, and reckless is not something that can be considered too good. neither can my curiosity, though i have learned to curb it just a little. i tend to act sarcastic at times, and i blame my youth. i am only nineteen, and i have a lot to learn. of course, most times i think i know everything already. i can be a little cocky.
࿂ WOULD YE BE MISSED?[/color]
i have a good relationship with my family, so yes i could be missed. despite my father's disapproval of my gambling, he is proud that i win. i don't win to please him, of course, but it is a nice extra. father and i get along, but we do keep our lives somewhat separate. i am not the high class partier that he is, or i don't want to be. sure i attend some of his get togethers, but when the choice becomes mine i turn it down. he is usually up during the day, whereas i sleep a lot when the sun is out. i spend my nights gambling and, well, i need my sleep so it has to be squeezed in sometime. father's friends think i am a little looney, so i don't get along well with them. i have my upper class friends who i shop and have lunch with, and then i have my gambling commoner friends who have a tendency to be more fun after a few beers. i have good relationships with the both of them. as for romance ... well, haven't found the guy yet. father has tried to set me up with some of his friends' sons but they are all so droll, and i never make it to date number two.
࿂ YER STORY![/color]
i was born right in this very town. my father and mother had met when they were about my age, and mum was the one with all of the money. father inherited it when the married, and then i was born. i was little temperance, their pride and joy. the only child in the entire family, i was coddled beyond belief and it's no wonder i am not some spoiled arse who runs around spending cash like crazy. my early life was pretty uneventful. i grew up, a rich girl with all the money to buy anything in the world. an event that matters to me more than anyone could begin to guess was my first card game. i played with my cousin during a family gathering and i had to have been about ten at the time. i found the game so intriguing and soon enough began card-counting. to be honest, i was awful at first. but practice made me better and i began playing out in the evening. i wouldn't say i taught myself it all, because i began getting in cahoots with other and more experienced card-counters soon enough.
then the unthinkable happened. unthinkable to me, anyway. i had been on my way out to the game when my mother had stopped me. she told me to stay home, that she didn't want me on the streets so late. i wa sixteen at the time, i really thought i could handle myself. looking back now, i know i probably could not have even if i thought i did. i stayed home, but my anger was slow and simmering. mum had to leave the next day for the store and i refused to speak to her. she died. i never got to see her after that argument and to this day i regret it. but there is no use in wallowing in the past. i doubt mum would want me to do that. every now and then it just gets to you. but i moved on, and i grew in popularity as a card-counter. i earned the name spades and i am addressed as this now at the bars and taverns. spades, it has a nice ring to it doesn't it?
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OVER THIRTEEN ࿂ ILZE BAJARE ࿂ SEVEN
HAZIE
HAZIE
RP SAMPLE. <3
a meisterless weapon, a dainty looking girl young enough to overlook important details. young enough to have no common sense. but still, she wasn't as fragile as she appeared. lean and wiry, allie wasn't as unskilled alone as some would imagine at first glance. still, a witch was a witch and a witch had more skill than she could hope to ever have alone. jumping back after missing her chance to strike, allie slid on the sidewalk, the soles of her shoes worn from years of use. she was about to jump forward again when the sound and vibrations of running feet made her pause, glancing down at her scythe arm. in the reflection was a long haired girl running closer, her eyes narrowed with a purpose as she gave a flying leap and wailed her foot into the witch's face. allie's eyes widened and she almost hesitated. instead, she wasted no time in kicking her feet off the ground and running forward, sliding until she was behind the witch, and spinning around, her arm slicing the orange-eyed woman through the arm. it didn't kill her, but it seemed to be enough to scare her off. she spat a few swears at the newcomer and allie before disappearing off.
allie felt like she had been hit by a mack truck, and she shook her head, fighting off the aches and pains, her arm glowed for a moment, morphing back into a regular arm. she waggled her fingers, closed them into a fist and let her arm drop to her side. her bright blue eyes flickered over to gaze at the girl who had just arrived. she was taller, she was older, though not as old as the witch had been. she was pretty, with long and silky black hair, her own blue eyes a stark contrast. allie felt a little indignant, though she knew she probably couldn't have handled it herself. still, she would have damn well tried. blinking slowly, she huffed and lifted her chin, folding her arms over her chest. "what was that for?" she demanded, not sounding the least bit grateful. sure she supposed the help was nice, but it wasn't like she asked for it.
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