Post by POPPY LOVE WENTWORTH on Aug 6, 2012 21:15:12 GMT -5
POPPY WENTWORTH
full name Poppy Love Wentworth
nicknames None
type Original
gender Female
age Fifteen
birthday April 6th
group Stranger
clique Transfer Student
grade Sophomore
sexuality Pomosexual
occupation None
face claim Allison Harvard
alias Pounce
persona
Odd Quiet Introverted Naive Awkward Unsure Independent Curious Inquisitive Honest Creative Free-Thinking Kind Bright Open-Minded
life
Poppy Love Wentworth was born in a hippy commune in Northern California and raised by her mother and the small community they called family. When the abandoned campground upon which the community was squatting was sold, the members were arrested for trespassing and Poppy was taken into protective custody by the state where it was determined that she be placed with her birth father on the East Coast, a man that Poppy had never met nor had any previous contact with.
Poppy is a quiet, introverted girl whose biggest challenge at her birth father's high school alma mater, Manchester Preparatory Academy, will be to fit into the routines that most people have come to know as the norm. Technology, schedules, rules and social etiquette are all hopelessly foreign to the young woman who has essentially been free to explore the world at her own pace and whims with little direction and even less structure her entire life. Poppy is bright and inquisitive with a talent for multiple forms of artistic expression. Will she be able to adjust to such a different set of circumstances? Only time will tell.
roleplaying sample
Pret-ty pop-pies gol-den, In thy yel-low cup Sun-beams bright, lend their light, Hon-ey bees doth sup. In thy bed so dain-ty, Soothe to slum-bers deep, Pop-pies, gol-den pop-pies, Flow-ers fair and sweet. Pret-ty pop-pies gol-den bright, good night, good night. Nod your lit-tle gol-den heads, good night, good night.
Poppy let the words of the familiar old song roll through her head as she lay staring up to the ceiling of her new bedroom, waiting for sleep to take her. It was barley seven o'clock out home along the coast of Northern California, yet her father and his new wife had insisted that she observe a decent east coast bedtime.
She could hear them arguing in the room below. It would seem that the knowledge of the existence of the scrawny, bad mannered fourteen year old Poppy Lovechild Wentworth had only recently been made known to her father's young bride and it was causing a bit of controversy between the couple. To be fair, she had shown up without much notice after the State of California had decided to evict her commune from the land they were squatting on and decided to place Poppy with her biological father on the other side of the country, 'in the interest of the child's health and welfare'.
It was an awkward reunion, to say the least. There had never been any communication between father and daughter that Poppy could remember. Her mother rarely spoke of him except to describe the tall, strong faced man who had spent a summer living free on the California coast before the pull of family and career obligations drew him back to the east.
Pret-ty pop-pies gol-den bright, good night, good night. Nod your lit-tle gol-den heads, good night, good night.
Poppy repeated silently, slightly curious about the sudden quietness in the room below. Seconds later she heard footfall approaching the door to her room followed by a quiet knock.
"Poppy, Darling." Her new step mother cooed as the door opened and the woman's head appeared in a flood of soft light. "We have some wonderfully exciting news! You're going to attend school at your father's high school alma mater… in Maryland! Manchester Preparatory Academy. Isn't it wonderful?"
The woman seemed truly pleased with the news and looked almost angelic with the light shining forth from behind her slight frame.
"Sleep well, Darling. We will have a very busy day making preparations for your big move tomorrow. Goodnight." The door closed softly, leaving the room dark once again.
Pret-ty pop-pies gol-den bright, good night, good night. Nod your lit-tle gol-den heads, good night, good night.
Poppy continued the song in her head, though at this point she knew sleep would escape her for many hours to come.
other characters
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