Post by Peregrine Mendicant on Aug 19, 2012 17:20:12 GMT -5
 | Character Name: Peregrine Mendicant; although this has often been shortened to just "Per” or “PM” Age: 23 Affiliation: Exiles Personality: PM has a rather upbeat attitude on life, and is the kind of person who tries to never give up hope; although she knows when the chances of her succeeding are slim to none (not that it stops her). She perseveres through everything, and will do anything to get a job done – to the point where it’s a little obsessive. She’s not a huge fan of participating in violence herself, and can’t imagine purposely harming anyone – unless, of course, she absolutely must and people are dependent on it. Biography: PM grew up in the city, with a relatively average childhood. She skipped out college to pursue her life-long dream of becoming a postal worker. Since then, she has happily been delivering mail – until one day, she learned she had the ability to sense auras and joined the group known as The Exiles. She still delivers mail – it’s a sacred duty, and it’s not going to deliver itself! – but stopping the forthcoming of Lord English is her primary goal. Paragraph Sample: (This is a humanized Rarity from MLP, from a multi-fandom RP.) Rarity had decided to explore Gotham City a little bit more – finding a guide hadn’t seemed to work out for her; and she did need to know her way around her new environment! Becoming lost at a later date would be absolutely awful, and not at all anything she wanted. She had decided it wouldn’t be too hard to memorize a few street names and “landmark” locations nearby her new residence; that way, if she were to lose her way, she could find her way back with relative ease. But hopefully she would manage to navigate this city, or her friends would come rescue her soon – but there was no need for her to be digressing into that train of thought right now. No need to sadden herself for the time being. She was Rarity, she was in public, and she would damn sure keep her head held high. She had started to stroll through some alleyways – perhaps it wasn’t the safest route, not by a long shot, but she had hoped it would draw less attention to herself. Apparently that hadn’t worked as planned, because the next thing she knew – a gun was pointed at her head. More importantly than that – a man in a very tacky and ugly sweater was pointing a gun at her head. Oh, the horror! She almost wanted to faint due to that terrible crime against fashion. Not even she would be able to pull that off, and she was the unofficial queen of making things work. She almost screamed, but being a woman of excellent priorities, she remained calm and simply asked, “What on earth are you wearing? You simply must tell me what was going through your head when you wore, well, that.” Other: Picture links to source. |
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