Post by Ms. Paint on Sept 1, 2012 19:39:26 GMT -5
Character Name: Ms. Paint
Appearance: Very fair-skinned, grey eyes, white-blonde hair normally kept in a pink kerchief, about 5'4"
Age: 21
Affiliation: Exiles
Personality/Biography: Ms. Paint is very sweet and caring. She goes out of her way to add nice touches to things just in case it makes someone's day that much better. She's optimistic about pretty much everything. She's utterly brilliant, although you wouldn't think it to look at her- she's rather shy and doesn't go out of her way to garner attention. She's very quiet, and pretty much only speaks when spoken to. She knows a lot more than she lets on-she's got friends in high places. She's one of those classy ladies that are good at pretty much all domestic occupations, be it cooking or sewing or even painting. She's not totally sweet and nice, though; she can be vicious and takes martial arts classes on the side.
Ms. Paint grew up in the suburbs of Prospit, but moved to the city to attend high school. She was always incredibly studious and received excellent marks in all her courses. She didn't have many friends because she was too shy to ever introduce herself to people. Because of aforementioned shyness, she has only ever had one serious boyfriend, but they broke up once he left for college. Ms. Paint decided to stay in the city and currently works as a part time nurse at the Husspital, an independent emergency ward run by wealthy humanitarian Andrew Hussie.
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Ms. Paint was hard at work in the kitchen of the Husspital. Old Man Hussie was currently taking care of a gang member that had gotten in some sort of scrap- poor dear. She had prepared a Scottie-Dog soup for the young man, and was busy arranging it on a tray. She put down a lovely doily and gently set the bowl down on top of it. Mr. Hussie yelled for the soup. Ms. Paint resumed her preparations and added a single rose in a vase, hoping it would brighten Mr. Slick's day up. Old Man Hussie was getting impatient. Ms. Paint took the tray to the young man's room, where she was not stopped by anyone, especially not Lord English.
"Ah, Ms. Paint, thank you. Would you mind going and getting me a fresh bandage? He stabbed me again. I think that was more of a thank-stab, though," Mr. Hussie said.
Ms. Paint nodded and hurriedly rushed out of the room. She enjoyed working for Mr. Hussie; it payed well and she was getting quite skilled. However, she missed her friends. Hopefully, she'd get to talk to them soon. Word on the street was that something big was happening.
Appearance: Very fair-skinned, grey eyes, white-blonde hair normally kept in a pink kerchief, about 5'4"
Age: 21
Affiliation: Exiles
Personality/Biography: Ms. Paint is very sweet and caring. She goes out of her way to add nice touches to things just in case it makes someone's day that much better. She's optimistic about pretty much everything. She's utterly brilliant, although you wouldn't think it to look at her- she's rather shy and doesn't go out of her way to garner attention. She's very quiet, and pretty much only speaks when spoken to. She knows a lot more than she lets on-she's got friends in high places. She's one of those classy ladies that are good at pretty much all domestic occupations, be it cooking or sewing or even painting. She's not totally sweet and nice, though; she can be vicious and takes martial arts classes on the side.
Ms. Paint grew up in the suburbs of Prospit, but moved to the city to attend high school. She was always incredibly studious and received excellent marks in all her courses. She didn't have many friends because she was too shy to ever introduce herself to people. Because of aforementioned shyness, she has only ever had one serious boyfriend, but they broke up once he left for college. Ms. Paint decided to stay in the city and currently works as a part time nurse at the Husspital, an independent emergency ward run by wealthy humanitarian Andrew Hussie.
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Ms. Paint was hard at work in the kitchen of the Husspital. Old Man Hussie was currently taking care of a gang member that had gotten in some sort of scrap- poor dear. She had prepared a Scottie-Dog soup for the young man, and was busy arranging it on a tray. She put down a lovely doily and gently set the bowl down on top of it. Mr. Hussie yelled for the soup. Ms. Paint resumed her preparations and added a single rose in a vase, hoping it would brighten Mr. Slick's day up. Old Man Hussie was getting impatient. Ms. Paint took the tray to the young man's room, where she was not stopped by anyone, especially not Lord English.
"Ah, Ms. Paint, thank you. Would you mind going and getting me a fresh bandage? He stabbed me again. I think that was more of a thank-stab, though," Mr. Hussie said.
Ms. Paint nodded and hurriedly rushed out of the room. She enjoyed working for Mr. Hussie; it payed well and she was getting quite skilled. However, she missed her friends. Hopefully, she'd get to talk to them soon. Word on the street was that something big was happening.
