[hider=POPPY HONEYCUTT] [center][h1]penelope "poppy" honeycutt.[/h1][/center] [center][IMG]http://i64.tinypic.com/25aq0sm.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i67.tinypic.com/1zzmbt4.jpg[/IMG][/center] [center][color=tomato] [i]Will not be held responsible for any injuries inflicted if ever called "Penny"[/i].[/color][/center] [b]AGE[/b] | [color=tomato]25[/color] [b]NATIONALITY[/b] | [color=tomato]Irish[/color] [b]SEXUALITY | RELATIONSHIP STATUS[/b] | [color=tomato]Female. Heterosexual. Single.[/color] [b]HEIGHT[/b] | [color=tomato]163cm or 5'4"[/color] [b]WEIGHT [/b]| [color=tomato]58 kg or 127 lbs[/color] [b]APPEARANCE |[/b] [IMG]http://i63.tinypic.com/eqths9.jpg[/IMG] [color=tomato]She has a slender frame-- quite attractively proportioned with a smooth, shapely figure and flattering, but not overbearing, “endowments”. Her skin is pale milky white and literred with a few beauty spots and moles around her right eye, as well as several others on her body. She has long healthy hair-- almost raven-- that's all one length and falls to her waist, straight but oftentimes with a mind of its own. Sky blue eyes are framed by dark expressive brows. Full lips peak into a delicate cupid’s bow. When she smiles, her grin is wide and contagious and her teeth are straight, if not for her slightly more prominent canines; her father never had them fixed for her because he thought they had 'character'. [/color] [b]EAR PIERCINGS [/b]| [hider=Her Right][IMG]http://i65.tinypic.com/2iusv2h.jpg[/IMG][/hider][hider=Her Left][IMG]http://i68.tinypic.com/2ptp739.jpg[/IMG][/hider] [b]TATTOOS [/b]| [hider=Back Tattoos][IMG]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/66/62/66/666266d5ac6760b14a6947fe27fcfcc8--beautiful-birds-tattoo-bird.jpg[/IMG][/hider][hider=Left Forearm Tattoo][IMG]http://i66.tinypic.com/qzkf86.png[/IMG][/hider][hider=Right Thigh tattoo] [IMG]http://i68.tinypic.com/2yzdaxg.jpg[/IMG] [/hider] [b]ACTRESS[/b] |[color=tomato] Katie McGrath[/color] [IMG]http://i65.tinypic.com/21o5wz7.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]https://78.media.tumblr.com/274cd20761faa5ecbc8846e53ca144e9/tumblr_o3o567ptOG1qak3qto1_500.gif[/IMG] [b]LIKES [/b]| [b]DISLIKES[/b] [hider=LIKES] [color=yellowgreen] Whiskey. Children. Violins. Birds. Rock/Alternative rock. Fairy tales. Sleepy smiling. When people snort while they laugh. Ink of any kind. Opening jars for people. Having her hair touched. Talking early into the morning. The smell of rain. The smell of jasmines. Coffee, popcorn, and anything that's mint-chocolate chip. The words 'infernal' and 'ultramarine'. The colour ultramarine. The cold.[/COLOR] [/hider] [hider=DISLIKES] [color=mediumpurple]The blazing heat. Feeling like she can't help. Being interrupted, doubted, or told to 'Calm down/Chill'. Being called 'Penny'. Being asked her favourite song. Dishonesty. Children being spoken to like they're stupid. The sound of people chewing or lips smacking. ASMR. Apathy. The silent treatment. When dogs are upset. Raspberries.[/COLOR][/hider] [b]ZODIAC SIGN [/b]| [color=tomato]Scorpio, but she doesn't really think about astrology very much.[/color] [b]SPECIAL TALENTS[/b] | [color=tomato]Predicting what happens in films. Has an incredible photographic memory. Is unexpectedly good at throwing a punch. Can break anything and usually accidentally does. Can speak fluent Greek for some reason.[/color] [b]PROFESSION[/b] | [color=tomato]Schoolteacher at Lovelace Elementary and teaches the third grade.[/color] [b]FAVOURITE SONG[/b] | [color=tomato]Will go into a panicked frenzy if asked this question. For a brief moment she may look like she will explode with indecisiveness, but she won't hurt you-- it's just stress. However, recently, she's been dancing/lip-syncing to[/color] "Brick + Mortar - Hollow Tune" [color=tomato] and [/color] "Night Argent - Dreamcatcher" [color=tomato]quite a bit.[/color] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YIi46Kg5vA[/youtube] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PiET3kz4JFU[/youtube] [center][b][u]BIO/PERSONALITY[/u][/b][/center] [color=tomato]TL;DR:[/color] Poppy moved to SOL city from Dublin and lives with her 15-year-old cousin, Liam, while working as a schoolteacher at a primary school. She's the kind of person you want to have as your friend, if you ever need to bury a body. On the other hand, she's the kind of person you don't want to piss off, unless you want to end up as the body that's being buried. Or in time-out. [color=tomato]Her father, Magnus, was Irish and met her British mother, Heather, in Dublin. Heather left Magnus shortly after Poppy was born, and he ended up having to raise his baby as a single father who hadn't the foggiest clue about anything concerning little girls. But Magnus made it his business to learn. And oh, how much fun they had. It was difficult, sure, but nobody could be fonder of one another than the goofy dad and his adoring daughter-- they were best buds and essentially inseparable. Poppy was raised there, in Dublin, for the better part of her life-- 15 years (thus, she does have a slight lilting accent and it is recognisable as Irish). Tragedy struck when Poppy was 14, and Magnus was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The loving father died within the year. It was his decision that, should something happen to him, Poppy would move to SOL City, where his younger sister, her aunt Eleanor, lived, in the hopes that perhaps the woman could take care of her and also support her in the areas he felt he had neglected her over the years-- the areas that required the mother's touch he lacked. As fate would have it, Poppy's aunt Eleanor had a child of her own-- a seven year old boy named Liam, who grew up as fatherless as Poppy did motherless, but whom the girl grew to love more than life itself. As she flowered into a young woman, the trio only became closer and closer, until… the cycle repeated itself. One day, while Poppy was at college, Eleanor and Liam got into a car accident. Although Liam was badly hurt, he recovered slowly and surely, but his mother was dead before the paramedics ever came. The 12-year-old boy was orphaned and, at the tender age of 22, Poppy was left alone to care and provide for them both. With the financial aid her father left for her and countless menial jobs to get by on, Poppy managed it, working everywhere from reception desks, to tattoo parlours, to coffee shops, and somehow still successfully completing her college studies. It seemed being a nurturer and a caregiver was like second nature to her, but, even after becoming a schoolteacher, it was never a simple matter for Poppy to adopt the role of being her teenaged cousin's legal guardian when she was barely in her twenties. It was an easy decision, of course, no one else could take care of Liam and, regardless, she adored the boy so much that she wouldn't have it any other way, but as a result, Poppy never had much of a life of her own. Friendships outside of work were few, and her love life was even more stumped-- it wasn't like most guys her age were all for a serious relationship with a girl parenting a grown-kid of her own. She couldn't exactly blame them, of course, but that was her reality and she embraced it. Liam was anything but a burden-- she had never tried to replace Eleanor in his heart, instead acting as a guide and a sister, as opposed to a mother. [/color] Even despite the curveballs life throws at her, though, and no matter how much her experiences have matured her, Poppy is still every bit the curious, witty dreamer she's always been. Full of life, it is impossible for her to hide how she feels about anything-- Poppy is an absolutely atrocious liar when it comes to her opinion-- and even when she tries to, her treacherous eyes give her away every time. Like everyone else, though, she can be kind of a wreck, only she's horrible at hiding that too. The woman is clumsy, anxious, swears like a pirate, and has a botched up verbal filter that usually ends up in her communicating the first sound that pops into her head, whether it be appropriate or not. Ultimately, she's an absolute firecracker of passion, feeling everything to the max-- loyalty, glee, compassion, grief, fury... Inner balance is something she'd always struggled to achieve, but at least (if only to her own psychological detriment, perhaps) this gives her great intuition when it comes to empathising with people-- Poppy is the absolute boss of putting herself in other people's shoes. She tends to ramble when anxious, overthinks things to the point of disgust (and borderline paranoia, actually) but at the end of the day, it all makes it so that she is incredibly sensitive to the feelings of people around her. … Until someone pisses her off, or acts like an inconsiderate dipshit. That's when the kind, day-dreaming schoolteacher turns into a volcano of boiling rage. Put simply, Poppy has [i]very[/i] low tolerance for ignorant people. [/hider] [hider=About me] [b]ABOUT ME[/b] | [color=tomato]~My name is Flor and I'm 21. I come from a little island called Cyprus.~ How many years have I been roleplaying? Um, properly? Like with real writing? On-and-off 4-5 years. Since I was 17. I work freelance and so I make a lot of my own hours-- I have the freedom to post quite frequently. On the other hand BECAUSE I work freelance, the amount of work I have fluctuates depending on my clients, and so there will be times when I am busier, and times when I am more relaxed. I'm going to commit to posting at least once every 2-3 days, if not more. But yes. I am a freelance comic illustrator, simultaneously working to finish my degree in Classical Animation. I like singing-- a lot. I play the piano and hope to one day pick up the bass. I live and breathe the music I listen to and the stories I create, both on my own and with other people, because they fill me inspiration for my drawings and films. I think my favourite thing about role-playing is the chemistry and nuances of what connects the characters-- how natural they feel when responding to each other. There's also the great feeling of when someone hits you with a great twist and you have to go along with it, because life itself never asks you if you want any goddamn lemonade before it gives you lemons, and it sure as hell won't take them back after. [/color] [/hider]