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Current Happy birthday to me!! 🥳🥳
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Cataract surgery happening today...send good vibes/well wishes, please? I'll be back soon~
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"In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength." Uncle Iroh
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That moment when you plan an RP and get the first post up and then your partner deletes the OOC PM thread and doesn't answer... ~_~
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10 yrs ago
The moment when you're having a Disney movie marathon and you regret nothing. Not even caring that your parents are looking at you funny because your singing along ^^
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Marilyn blinked and moved away from the bookshelf she was searching through, turning for the door and pulling it open, she waved the book in her hand.

"No one really, just needed a book or two for lessons. I don't have to see them for ten more minutes. Is everything ready for our visitor?" Marilyn asked with a raised brow, her booted-feet thudding softly against the carpet as she moved towards the bookshelf once more. Tugging the two other books she'd picked, she turned back to Artemis and moved past him, heading down the corridor to head for one of the receiving room for her lessons.




Margaret sighed and shifted in the cushioned seat under her, long fingers of her left hand cradling a cigarette, while her right cradled a glass of scotch. The rythmic sounds of the horses hooves and wheels turning were lulling her into a daze, closing her eyes and releasing a breath she shifted her gaze to the small window.

It would take abother three hours until she got to her granddaughters estate. Better to get as relaxed as she can now, taking a drag and then drink, Margaret relaxed into her seat and watched the scenery past her by.
@pyroman That's fine ^>^ no worries

Thanks :3 kinda sucked at their in-depth description but meh xP


Margaret Fellows


“When your in need of something, deception plays a role in getting that which you need.”
-Unknown


T H E B A S I C S

|Name|
Margaret Fellows


|Birth Date|
3-20


|Age|
55


|Gender|
Female




A P P E A R A N C E


|In Depth Appearance|
Margaret appears younger then she really is, she takes pride in her beauty and will crush anyone who tells her otherwise. Her chestnut-brown hair style kept short for the reason that she hates dealing with it long, her nail and lipstick color vary with her moods. She stands at 5" 4' without her heeled boots, her skin is porcelain white and her eyes are light gold.




G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E


|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Money
✔ Expensive things
✔ Her cats

✘ Her granddaughter
✘ Business meetings
✘ Incompetent people


|Hobbies|
☆Spending money on whatever she wants

☆Gambling

☆Drinking/Smoking


|Habits|
○When deep in thought a cigar or cigarette can be found between her painted lips.
○When annoyed her right eye will start to twitch and her tails will tap across whenever surface they are on.
○When lying or uncomfortable, her bottom lip can be found flamed between her teeth.


|Fears|
☠ Not getting the money she 'deserves'
☠ Gaining wrinkles/looking older
☠ Closed-in spaces




D E L V I N G D E E P E R


|Personality|
♦ Cold ♦ Selfish ♦ Temperamental ♦ Dismissive ♦

At least a paragraph or two detailing your character’s personality.


|Place of Origin|


|History|
At least two paragraphs detailing your character’s past.
Avelina bowed in gratitude and accepted the ban and broom, setting it down and beginning to sweep, she glanced over her shoulder and offered a nod.

"Yes sir, where should I clean next? I've dusted the main library as well as the rooms from the east wing. Ueda told me that Miss Marilyn was to have a visitor later, should I clean one of the receiving rooms?" She knew that this man was important and was someone she should respect, finishing and lifting the pan, she turned on her booted-heel towards the kitchen.

She liked the house, though she'd only arrived two hours ago, she was itching to clean as well as explore.




A sigh escaped into the air followed by a puff of smoke. A hand decorated with rings with varying gem stones reached for another glass, pausing as a knock filled the air. Huffing in annoyance, the figure rose from the chair they'd been sitting in and moving towards the door.

"Mistress, I'd you wish to make it in time for dinner. I'd suggest leaving now." The voice was timid but held a firm undertone, another sigh mixed with smoke escaped parted lips, offering a dismissive wave of her ringed-hand, she entered the corridor and made her way to the staircase that would lead her to the main floor.

Reaching the last step and nodding approvingly at the warm coat that was draped over her shoulders, high heels clicked against the tIle floor aa she heads for the carriage she knew was waiting for her. She'd go and face her granddaughter and see if the child would be willing to lend her some money. Entering the opened door, she leaned her head against the cushioned seat and took another long drag of her cigar, she needed to be calm and the overbearing grandmother when she arrived.

She'd do anything to get the money she deserved.
@pyroman Our maid is half done, going to do Grandma next ^>^


Avelina Prismall


“The world is a giant puzzle that hasn't been put together yet, and we're trying to the other piece of this puzzle that goes with us.”
-Unknown


T H E B A S I C S


|Name|
Avelina Prismall


|Birth Date|
10-19


|Age|
16


|Gender|
Female




A P P E A R A N C E


|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at 5"1' Avelina is rather short for her age, her crimson hair reaches just past her shoulders and can normally be found down or in pigtails. Her skin is alabaster white, her eyes are crimson as well, her frame is small but quick and flexible.




G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E


|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Humming
✔ Staring at the cloud
✔ Sweeping

✘Spiders
✘ Being still for too long
✘ Awkward conversation


|Habits|
♧Blushes whenever embarrassed or emotional
♧Tends to twiddle her thumbs when bore or annoyed.
♧Stutters when lying.


|Fears|
☠Drowning
☠ Snakes
☠Being lost



D E L V I N G D E E P E R


|Personality|
♦ Kind ♦ Skittish ♦ Self-conscious ♦ Energetic ♦

Avelina odd in a sense. She's energetic yet easy to tire out, her moods vary on how much sleep she'a gotten. She's jumpy and is prone to scaring easily, she feels as if she has no value, she feels like othera judge her only by her appearance. She loves helping others when she's able to, she seeks a home that will be hers for many years to come.


|Place of Origin|
Unknown.


|History|
At least two paragraphs detailing your character’s past.
@pyroman making a CS for the maid and grandmother ^>^

Your go. :3
As they neared the final step, the sound of something crashing and a squeak filled the air, Marilyn paused and blinked in confusion. Moving further into the center of the entrance hall, Marilyn paused when she saw a figure crouched in front of what seemed like a fallen vase. Half-turning to glance the Artemis, she raised a blonde brow in silent question, the girl's quiet muttering filling the air, turning back to watch her, sharp lilac eyes don't miss the inform she wears.

Shaking her head and turning on her heel, she turns left and heads down the corridor, pausing in front of the first door and pausing, eyes shifting from the door to the window. The sky was dark now, thick rolling clouds blocking the weak sunlight, her fingers twitched at her side absently. Huffing a breath, Marilyn knocks on the door twice before entering.




Crimson eyes frantically search for any salvageable piece of vase, pale fingers skimming nervously over the mass she'd made on accident. It was true she'd been told to tsy in the east wing so her new mistress wouldn't be bothered, however her damnable curiosity had gotten the best of her. The sudden chill that rolled up her back had her shooting to her feet and bowing low, crimson hair falling over her shoulders.

She might of met the man once, but if a mere glare or narrow-eyed look could kill, she'd of been died by now. She offered a nervous giggle and nervously rubbed her neck. "I-I'm really sorry Artemis. I-I didn't mean to." She managed to choke out, her cheeks flooding with color as the sound of a door opening before closing fllls the air.

Nice job, you idiot! You just got this job and you might ether get killed or fired...great!! her mind frantically screeched as she waited for Artemis to speak.
@pyroman sweet. Overly-dotting grandmother coming up xD
I'll do grandmother too xD unless you wanna? xD @pyroman
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