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P E N E L O P E B O Y L E O C T O B E R 2 0 0 1 ( 1 7 ) F E M A L E H E T E R O S E X U A L

"Go away. No, I'm not being funny. Please leave. Look, I even said please. Go. Away."

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:


"No, I didn't fall from heaven, these are Earth Pants not Space Pants, and I don't take Chem 101. This is embarrassing."
//STATS:
◼ HEIGHT | 5'2"

◼ WEIGHT| 110lbs

◼ ETHNICITY| Caucasian

◼ EYES | Dark brown

◼ HAIR | Bright orange, but dyed to be subdued

//DESCRIPTION:
Penelope is pretty; undeniably so. She matured earlier than a lot of her peers and has comfortably become an attractive woman in a few short years - but she refuses to show it off, wearing baggy, form-hiding clothes to hide her hourglass shape. She is cold and intentionally distant, physically closing herself off to those around her with a furious glare and defensive body language.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:


"Don't give people the chance to hurt you. Nothing dreadful about protecting yourself."
To say Penelope's upbringing was conservative would be a fair estimation. Her mother struggled to conceive a child, and when they did, Penelope was a pale, sickly child, and her birth almost cost her mother her life - the family's doctors sternly advised against conceiving any more - so Penelope's parents took every precaution to cherish the only child they had; 'cherish' being a subjective term. Penelope's father was religious, and made sure his wife and daughter were penitent as well. With her mother not working, her father making a meager salary, and Penelope herself ill, or worried about becoming ill, she spent little time socialising, her parents often forcing her to take 'sick days' from school out of fear, and opting to hometeach her instead. Eventually she was pulled out of Elementary entirely in favour of her mother and father's tutelage, and she lost what few friends she had managed to acquaint herself with.

By the time Penelope aged out of elementary education, she had also aged out of positive relationships with her parents; her father was a strict, authoritarian figurehead to her rather than a dad, and her mother was a meek, unsure mouse of a woman who was more an extension of her husband's will than an individual person of free thinking and ambitions. Out of sheer frustration on her father's part, Penelope was enrolled to Mather's Memorial High just to ease the consistently-tense atmosphere of the house for eight hours a day, and thus she was forced to re-enter public education, and face her peers. They were not kind.

Already in possession of a dubious reputation for her disappearance from Elementary, and the general disdain that her parents publicly held for a lot of their neighbours, Penelope's entrance into High School was not well-received. When she started growing and maturing earlier and fuller than her peers, the jealousy and insecurity of her classmates mixed with whispered rumours and She was the victim of locker pranks, gum on her notes, snapped pens and pencils, lipstick-written warnings, hair pulled, projectile food in the cafeteria. Penelope was bullied, to put it simply, and she took this stress home with her, only worsening her relationship with her mother and father, who often grounded, isolated and berated her further. With no support network, Penelope dealt with her struggles through the only avenues left to her; a mix of volatile retaliation and a hard, structured shell. She constantly crossed between a short-fused and unpredictable hellion-child and a sullen, icy, and near-mute stone wall of a woman. Her newfound defensive mechanisms put a quick end to the more ostentatious bullying, but it earned her a new nickname that she was almost exclusively referred to by: 'Penny Dreadful'.

Penelope accepted the nickname, the snide comments, and the behind-the-back whispers gracefully, all things considered; to her, it was clear that she was not destined to be a sociable girl regardless, so public opinion of her didn't matter. She occasionally picked up attention from boys who didn't know better - which could not be helped given her attractive features - but they soon learnt, either from classmates, or from Penny herself, that she was neither worth the effort nor recipient of the advances. Penelope was terse, aloof, and stand-offish, and she was well-known among her academic year, although certainly not for the 'right' reasons. Everyone knew Penny Dreadful, and if you didn't, you'd see her coming soon enough, with a stare to freeze steel and a fierce temperament to back up her words.

Perhaps the only boon Penelope gathered from her tumultuous high school years was the ability to study un-distracted by the usual smattering of social gatherings and activities that her classmates were often partaking in. With no party invites, no mall hangouts, no summer barbecues, Penelope's free-time was used academically, and academically only. Her grades, previously suffering from the stress of her victimization, now began to soar. It was a small reward for an ultimately far greater cost - but Penelope was thankful for the rare positives she could cling to. A bright and intelligent girl, if socially stunted, Penelope looks towards leaving Mathers Memorial, and all of Crestwood, far behind her. Perhaps then she will make some true friends - if she learns to break down her walls.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:


"My bite is far worse than my bark. Back off."
//ABILITIES:
◼ AUTOBIOKINESIS | Penelope possesses the ability to freely warp her own genetic makeup on-the-fly to make immediate and drastic changes to her body's physiology. She is able to turn her hand into a brutal appendage of spiked or bladed bone, split her mouth to her ears and open a mouth full of fangs, sprout new eyes, push barbs through her skin and become thorned head-to-toe, re-route her stomach acid through her saliva glands...with full mastery, she will be a warping monster of flesh and bone, adapting quickly to incoming threats and turning herself into a flurry of teeth and bone.

//SKILLS:
◼ ACADEMICAL ACHIEVEMENT | Quite simply, with nothing else to do with her time, Penelope has managed to accomplish quite the academical record, with high and consistent GPA, extra-curricular activities, and excellent coursework and exam results.

◼ STONE-WALL AND ACID TONGUE | With her history of bullying, Penelope is quite blase about any attempts to 'get her goat' as it were, able to let insults, rumours, snappy asides, and all kinds of verbal unpleasantness slide right off her back, and reply quickly in an equally vicious manner.

//LIMITATIONS:
◼ SOCIAL INABILITY | With the only friends she's ever had far, far behind her, Penelope has never had the real, proper opportunity to learn how to make and keep friends, and with her past, what she has learnt is how to manage quite the opposite effect. She's not great in a social situation, and would rather avoid it altogether.

◼ BAD REPUTATION | Everyone knows about 'Penny Dreadful', and how she earned the moniker; there are few willing or capable of interacting with Penelope for fear of damaging their own social standing.

◼ CONSERVATION OF MASS | With the laws of physics in play, Penelope cannot materialize bio-matter to manipulate - she must change or transfer what is already there. A leg can change shape or form, but she cannot sprout an extra pair out of the blue.

//WEAKNESSES:
◼ INSECURITIES | With her early-developed body a frequent target for mockery and slander in her early Mathers Memorial years, Penelope has developed a fear of her own body, believing her impressive figure freakish and undesirable. She is sensitive about her appearance, and has debilitating body-image issues that she cannot face.

◼ MONSTROUS, NOT MUSCULAR | Penelope can sprout teeth, talons, thorns, eyes, mouths - all manner of assorted horrors straight from eldritch tomes - but she cannot make herself hardier, faster, tougher than she already is. Skin and bone is only as strong as skin and bone can be, regardless of where that skin and bone may find itself. She cannot command her muscles to withstand more damage than muscle can be reasonably expected to withstand; she must rely on agility and quick wits to avoid punishment while delivering her own.

▼ N O T E S:


//SUPPORTING CAST:
▼ ALLIES
DANIEL BOYLE | Penelope's father, a terse and faithful man, with a strained relationship with his daughter. He maintains a paternal bond with Penelope, but their personal relationship is frayed and fraught with tense and heated arguments about her manner, belief, future, responsibilities...both Penelope and her father imagine it would be easier to list what they don't argue about, as opposed to what they do.

MATHILDA BOYLE | Penelope's mother, a pale, meek woman, rarely speaking and often too quiet to be heard when she does offer some words of advice. Struggling since Penelope's birth with physical weakness, and then struggling mentally with the stress of Penelope's upbringing and personal troubles, she seems firmly sequestered within her own self, walled away to an even greater degree that what her daughter has learnt to do.

▼ FRIENDS
NONE | Yet, Penelope hopes, but she isn't helping her own cause.

▼ ENEMIES
PENELOPE'S PEERS | Penelope's reputation and past haunt and cling to her to this day, and she rarely walks down a hallway these days without some verbal jab speared in her direction. Physical altercations have long since ceased, but the icy air that surrounds her is still waiting to clear.

//STOMPING GROUNDS
◼ MATHER'S MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL | Where Penelope spends the majority of her time, often even on weekends. She studies in class, eats alone at lunch, remains after school in any number of extra-curricular activities - ranging from elective study hall to assistant administration work - and then returns home to eat, sleep, avoid her parents, and return to Mathers Memorial the following day.
IC IS LAUNCHED! If you have an accepted character in the active roster, you can now post as you like!

All accepted characters will henceforth be part of the same volunteer party, and will be required to travel and act as a group.

On that note, if there is anyone still waiting for a PM regarding their sheet, please let me know, as I'm not sure if I've missed anyone; it has been a busy week for me, as I've had a difficult week at work, and have begun to launch a reboot of an old flame of mine as co-GM, on top of completing sheet reviews and launching the over-due IC for this game. Apologies!


As the eras and rulers passed, lineage falling to new lineage, it became clear to historians and archivists across the realm that Jocun Garland had faced perhaps the single most adverse, and arguably tragic, crises of his family line's rule, and certainly of anything faced by any High Lord since. His fall, shared by the kingdom his bloodline had built, has left a ragged scar on the history of the land and the memories of its people, and it stands as a brutal reminder of the fickle nature of...

Well, to this old and aching archivist, everything. Broadly speaking, Jocun was a good king. A little blase, a little lackadaisical perhaps, but good. Certainly too lazy to be malevolent. A lot of discourse about his rule, of course, both in the years during and plenty in the decades since, so you do have to take what you hear with a pinch of salt...but that's not what this record, and the grand tale that it weaves through, is about. This record is about the stalwart band of heroes who pushed back, and nearly - so very nearly - succeeded. Heroes being a subjective term applied a few years after the rubble had been picked up of course.

Now, let's see. Where did it all begin...? Ah, yes. Here.



The Stone Blight had been ravaging the nation for four years. It had crept up slowly at first, and many people had mistaken the initial victims for mysterious wonders of nature, chipping off the rubies to smuggle away as private riches...that was before word got around, and people started actually really looking at the faces of the statues. Peering past the rough, cracked surfaces, and seeing the faces of friends, lovers, siblings, parents... then, there was fear and panic and more victims and the palace acknowledged it, whatever it was, as a plague. It got its name in time, as all things do, and after its first year it was known throughout the kingdom regardless, name or none. Four years of research, quarantine, treatment, experimentation...the palace was silent and all attempts had failed thusfar. The desperation was rife, thick in the air. And then, at the turn of the fifth, the palace opened its gates.

It began, as it often does, with town criers spreading fresh news. Across the kingdom it was announced to all who would hear that the High Lord was seeking brave and noble volunteers for an oddessey to all corners and cities. The quest would be dangerous, arduous, all-but-destined to fail...but should it succeed, the world would be saved, the cities would not fall, and the volunteers would be lauded as heroes for the rest of their lives. As an incentive, those who heeded the call would be pardoned of all crimes and paid a small boon for the travel. The caravans were to arrive during the following weeks and months, ferrying all back to Vasilius, for a personal audience in the palace. Many of them returned empty, as many found that the risk of contracting the Blight were better chances than the almost certain death of whatever quest the palace would send them on; but there were a few responses - and of course, the valient subjects of our story were among them. From here, their journey can be pieced together via word-of-mouth, hearsay, palace records, city archives, and even some of their personal journals. With the caravans travelling in and out of the city capital across the land, there was a lot of time for recollection and the sharing of rumours and news.



The caravans had delivered their passengers back into Vasilius, who were then decanted and herded into the centre of the city, within the walls of the Garland Citidel itself. They were rested and fed; physicians and magicians made their checks and signed off as to their health; and then, on the morning after, they were escorted by the elite Crownguard itself into the throne room itself at the very core of the palace. There they stood, in audience of High Lord Jocun himself - Queen Vesindra behind his throne tending to their child, and Aborran at his side to advise. Jocun regarded them with an almost weary optimism; a faux hopefulness, put on for show, but not a reflection of his true beliefs. Jocun rose from his throne to address the room.

"You brave souls are but the few who have answered my summons. A king should not struggle for volunteers to help save and serve his kingdom, but we live through dark times, and their are not many left who would consider the needs of the many over the needs of their few. Less each passing day..." Jocun trailed off as Aborran leant in to whisper inaudibly in his ear, and then both men straightened again. "You are here because you have agreed, by your very presence, to undertake a journey for the good of the kingdom. You know that the realm is divided, with our cities closing their gates and refusing the palace's envoys; you know that the land is at its most dire hour, with the blight taking scores every week, and marking more. You are here because you want to help, and as your king I applaud you." Jocun paused and sat; Aborran lingered and then went to lean in again, but Jocun waved him away.

"Aborran here will mark each of you before you leave - a combination of some advanced scrying and the best resistances we can muster against whatever is causing this blight - and then you are free to pursue your quest as you wish. Aborran will moniter you through your mark - those of you who abandon us will find yourselves held in far less favourable regard than our basest criminal. We ask that you re-open channels with our cities, and discover all you can about the blight. There may be knowledge out there that the palace is not privy too, and we need to know." Jocun gave a weary sigh and leant back, seemingly exhausted by the speech - the gray in his beard and hair seemed more prominent than ever. It was clear that the blight was taking its toll on him personally, as well as his kingdom.

"Now go. Find what you can. Save our kingdom. And best of luck to you all; this may be the last chance Vassidia gets."
P E N N Y D R E A D F U L

P E N E L O P E B O Y L E O C T O B E R 2 0 0 1 ( 1 7 ) F E M A L E H E T E R O S E X U A L

"Go away. No, I'm not being funny. Please leave. Look, I even said please. Go. Away."

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:


"No, I didn't fall from heaven, these are Earth Pants not Space Pants, and I don't take Chem 101. This is embarrassing."
//STATS:
◼ HEIGHT | 5'2"

◼ WEIGHT| 110lbs

◼ ETHNICITY| Caucasian

◼ EYES | Dark brown

◼ HAIR | Bright orange, but dyed to be subdued

//DESCRIPTION:
Penelope is pretty; undeniably so. She matured earlier than a lot of her peers and has comfortably become an attractive woman in a few short years - but she refuses to show it off, wearing baggy, form-hiding clothes to hide her hourglass shape. She is cold and intentionally distant, physically closing herself off to those around her with a furious glare and defensive body language.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:


"Don't give people the chance to hurt you. Nothing dreadful about protecting yourself."
To say Penelope's upbringing was conservative would be a fair estimation. Her mother struggled to conceive a child, and when they did, Penelope was a pale, sickly child, and her birth almost cost her mother her life - the family's doctors sternly advised against conceiving any more - so Penelope's parents took every precaution to cherish the only child they had; 'cherish' being a subjective term. Penelope's father was religious, and made sure his wife and daughter were penitent as well. With her mother not working, her father making a meager salary, and Penelope herself ill, or worried about becoming ill, she spent little time socialising, her parents often forcing her to take 'sick days' from school out of fear, and opting to hometeach her instead. Eventually she was pulled out of Elementary entirely in favour of her mother and father's tutelage, and she lost what few friends she had managed to acquaint herself with.

By the time Penelope aged out of elementary education, she had also aged out of positive relationships with her parents; her father was a strict, authoritarian figurehead to her rather than a dad, and her mother was a meek, unsure mouse of a woman who was more an extension of her husband's will than an individual person of free thinking and ambitions. Out of sheer frustration on her father's part, Penelope was enrolled to Mather's Memorial High just to ease the consistently-tense atmosphere of the house for eight hours a day, and thus she was forced to re-enter public education, and face her peers. They were not kind.

Already in possession of a dubious reputation for her disappearance from Elementary, and the general disdain that her parents publicly held for a lot of their neighbours, Penelope's entrance into High School was not well-received. When she started growing and maturing earlier and fuller than her peers, the jealousy and insecurity of her classmates mixed with whispered rumours and She was the victim of locker pranks, gum on her notes, snapped pens and pencils, lipstick-written warnings, hair pulled, projectile food in the cafeteria. Penelope was bullied, to put it simply, and she took this stress home with her, only worsening her relationship with her mother and father, who often grounded, isolated and berated her further. With no support network, Penelope dealt with her struggles through the only avenues left to her; a mix of volatile retaliation and a hard, structured shell. She constantly crossed between a short-fused and unpredictable hellion-child and a sullen, icy, and near-mute stone wall of a woman. Her newfound defensive mechanisms put a quick end to the more ostentatious bullying, but it earned her a new nickname that she was almost exclusively referred to by: 'Penny Dreadful'.

Penelope accepted the nickname, the snide comments, and the behind-the-back whispers gracefully, all things considered; to her, it was clear that she was not destined to be a sociable girl regardless, so public opinion of her didn't matter. She occasionally picked up attention from boys who didn't know better - which could not be helped given her attractive features - but they soon learnt, either from classmates, or from Penny herself, that she was neither worth the effort nor recipient of the advances. Penelope was terse, aloof, and stand-offish, and she was well-known among her academic year, although certainly not for the 'right' reasons. Everyone knew Penny Dreadful, and if you didn't, you'd see her coming soon enough, with a stare to freeze steel and a fierce temperament to back up her words.

Perhaps the only boon Penelope gathered from her tumultuous high school years was the ability to study un-distracted by the usual smattering of social gatherings and activities that her classmates were often partaking in. With no party invites, no mall hangouts, no summer barbecues, Penelope's free-time was used academically, and academically only. Her grades, previously suffering from the stress of her victimization, now began to soar. It was a small reward for an ultimately far greater cost - but Penelope was thankful for the rare positives she could cling to. A bright and intelligent girl, if socially stunted, Penelope looks towards leaving Mathers Memorial, and all of Crestwood, far behind her. Perhaps then she will make some true friends - if she learns to break down her walls.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:


"My bite is far worse than my bark. Back off."
//ABILITIES:
◼ AUTOBIOKINESIS | Penelope possesses the ability to freely warp her own genetic makeup on-the-fly to make immediate and drastic changes to her body's physiology. She is able to turn her hand into a brutal appendage of spiked or bladed bone, split her mouth to her ears and open a mouth full of fangs, sprout new eyes, push barbs through her skin and become thorned head-to-toe, re-route her stomach acid through her saliva glands...with full mastery, she will be a warping monster of flesh and bone, adapting quickly to incoming threats and turning herself into a flurry of teeth and bone.

//SKILLS:
◼ ACADEMICAL ACHIEVEMENT | Quite simply, with nothing else to do with her time, Penelope has managed to accomplish quite the academical record, with high and consistent GPA, extra-curricular activities, and excellent coursework and exam results.

◼ STONE-WALL AND ACID TONGUE | With her history of bullying, Penelope is quite blase about any attempts to 'get her goat' as it were, able to let insults, rumours, snappy asides, and all kinds of verbal unpleasantness slide right off her back, and reply quickly in an equally vicious manner.

//LIMITATIONS:
◼ SOCIAL INABILITY | With the only friends she's ever had far, far behind her, Penelope has never had the real, proper opportunity to learn how to make and keep friends, and with her past, what she has learnt is how to manage quite the opposite effect. She's not great in a social situation, and would rather avoid it altogether.

◼ BAD REPUTATION | Everyone knows about 'Penny Dreadful', and how she earned the moniker; there are few willing or capable of interacting with Penelope for fear of damaging their own social standing.

◼ CONSERVATION OF MASS | With the laws of physics in play, Penelope cannot materialize bio-matter to manipulate - she must change or transfer what is already there. A leg can change shape or form, but she cannot sprout an extra pair out of the blue.

//WEAKNESSES:
◼ INSECURITIES | With her early-developed body a frequent target for mockery and slander in her early Mathers Memorial years, Penelope has developed a fear of her own body, believing her impressive figure freakish and undesirable. She is sensitive about her appearance, and has debilitating body-image issues that she cannot face.

◼ MONSTROUS, NOT MUSCULAR | Penelope can sprout teeth, talons, thorns, eyes, mouths - all manner of assorted horrors straight from eldritch tomes - but she cannot make herself hardier, faster, tougher than she already is. Skin and bone is only as strong as skin and bone can be, regardless of where that skin and bone may find itself. She cannot command her muscles to withstand more damage than muscle can be reasonably expected to withstand; she must rely on agility and quick wits to avoid punishment while delivering her own.

▼ N O T E S:


//SUPPORTING CAST:
▼ ALLIES
DANIEL BOYLE | Penelope's father, a terse and faithful man, with a strained relationship with his daughter. He maintains a paternal bond with Penelope, but their personal relationship is frayed and fraught with tense and heated arguments about her manner, belief, future, responsibilities...both Penelope and her father imagine it would be easier to list what they don't argue about, as opposed to what they do.

MATHILDA BOYLE | Penelope's mother, a pale, meek woman, rarely speaking and often too quiet to be heard when she does offer some words of advice. Struggling since Penelope's birth with physical weakness, and then struggling mentally with the stress of Penelope's upbringing and personal troubles, she seems firmly sequestered within her own self, walled away to an even greater degree that what her daughter has learnt to do.

▼ FRIENDS
NONE | Yet, Penelope hopes, but she isn't helping her own cause.

▼ ENEMIES
PENELOPE'S PEERS | Penelope's reputation and past haunt and cling to her to this day, and she rarely walks down a hallway these days without some verbal jab speared in her direction. Physical altercations have long since ceased, but the icy air that surrounds her is still waiting to clear.

//STOMPING GROUNDS
◼ MATHER'S MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL | Where Penelope spends the majority of her time, often even on weekends. She studies in class, eats alone at lunch, remains after school in any number of extra-curricular activities - ranging from elective study hall to assistant administration work - and then returns home to eat, sleep, avoid her parents, and return to Mathers Memorial the following day.
Still about, just waiting for PM.


I'm really sorry about my silence on this, I saw it, failed to reply the same day, and then it immediately flew out of my head forever. Will get a reply to you this afternoon.


All good! Accepted, and glad to have Gaius on-board. Throw him into the characters tab when you have time.


I would maybe consider bumping his age up to 12 or 13, but otherwise you've fixed all the major quandaries we discussed. Accepted! Go ahead and move him into the characters tab when you'er ready.

Working on the opening IC post and I have 2 more sheet reviews pending, apologies @Poet and @Fetzen for being so tardy with them. Hopefully IC launches this weekend! Latest Monday, as that's my next day off.
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@Mistress Dizzy
@Fetzen

I’d like to discuss your sheets further with each of you; expect PM’s tomorrow. I’m currently travelling but won’t be getting into anything heavy this evening as it’s a fairly long journey.
Just a quick note; I’ve noticed a couple of the accepted sheets thus far have been posed in their hiders, presumably from being copied from where I’ve put them in hiders when accepting them. I made that choice purely so not to clutter or overly extend the OOC more than necessary; when posting in the characters tab please remove them from the hiders, as it offers a cleaner, smoother read-through and will be better when I come to list the active cast in a roll-call.
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