Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 18:41:31 GMT -5
Player: Cam
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Have you read the General Rules?: Yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?: Yes
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?: Yes
Character Name: Peyton Sinclair
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Birthdate: 8th May
City / Region: Ashworth/Shelbourne
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Sinclair (Birth)
Played by: Sarah Gadon
Appearance:
The term best used to describe Peyton's appearance is, at best, a diamond in the rough. She doesn't look like a lady of a fine court, but that is probably what's to be expected of a girl raised around livestock and with a majority of males in her household. She usually has her blonde hair thrown into some form of updo, not through necessity of her female virtue but due to the fact that it keeps her hair out of her face when she's practicing the skills needed to join the Order of the Verdant.
She is slight, standing at 5'4", her body showing slight womanly curves but her history of training and horse riding has given her a sculpt unbecoming of a lady of the court. Uncomfortable with her shape in women's fashion, when possible, Peyton will be dressed in a shirt and trousers, however she is not one to scoff at society's expectations and will grace a gown so not to bring embarrassment to her family.
Personality:
Peyton can appear to be a quiet, subdued female at times, but don't be fooled. She watches, she takes things in and processes it, similar to her oldest brother, Logan. She can appear to be shy when first meeting people, but once she is comfortable in someone's presence, she comes out of her shell and becomes a lot more like her older brother, Tyber.
She has very few goals in her life, mainly taking care of her family and joining the Order. This has shaped the way she has lived her life, bypassing etiquette classes, like her female cousins, for horsemanship, combat training, She knows that has people talking behind her back and, more viciously, laughing at her, but it is her dream. She idolises the males in her family who are part of the Order and will tend to bug them regarding their experiences, beg them to help her hone her skills.
Beneath her tomboy aspects, Peyton is a very caring individual who adores those who were not born into a wealthy house as she considers these people to have the warmest hearts, without being tainted by the courts and social ladders. She is far happier riding through fields and getting covered in mud, than having her hair done and being decked in jewels.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
* Combat - although Peyton has trained in hand to hand, swords, spears and archery, her speciality lies between the bow and swords. Being the size she is, spears and lances never weighed well with her, but things needing accuracy and speed she has the upper hand in.
*Horsemanship - being born into the Sinclair family, with their history with horses, Peyton has always been at ease with the equine species and has been an excellent rider since she could sit on a horse. She's also well trained in how to care for a horse, and her (rare) soft tone has been known to soothe an agitated creature.
*Music - like her brother, Peyton loves music but her strengths lie in the vocal as opposed to the lute like him. That being said, it is rare to hear her sing.
*Logical thinking - Call it woman's intuition, but Peyton can be very gifted at considering potential outcomes of situations. Does this mean that she follows her own logic? Not all the time, but it's there. Some times she can be rather scheming and devious.
*Sewing - tell no one. Considering it to be a lady's trait, Peyton will never admit to enjoying sewing and the occasional other creative art.
Character History:
The fourth child, but first daughter, of Carlton Sinclair, Peyton was doted on by her father from the day she was born. Through her childhood, she was considered a 'pretty' child, who could have taken her place in court when she came of age. However, by the time that had come, Peyton had other plans for her life. By the time Peyton was 4, the family was complete and Peyton found herself surrounded by four brothers and one sister. Throughout her formulative years, Peyton helped around the family business, learning how to ride, learning what each animal did and how to respect them, care for them.
Watching her brothers train to join the Order made the expectations for Peyton seem very bleak, and she soon turned her back on the training expected of a lady in her position. When they'd go in search of the awol blonde, they could usually find her copying her brothers and cousins or pretending to fight her own shadow in a barn. Although her father had expected her to become a lady, he realised that it was fighting a losing battle and, with the misfortune that had befallen other females in their extended family, finally embraced his daughter for what she was.
When Peyton was 11, her cousin Gideon was knighted into the Order and Peyton couldn't have been more proud, cheering him on as he left for patrol. However, she remembered meeting him after he had returned and noticing the change in him. Being young, she had tried to push him for answers, but soon learned it was better not to ask.
Over the next few years, Peyton witnessed the aftermath of the drama that befell her cousins, Elizabeth and Ambrosia. It highlighted the fact that she didn't want to be a weak woman, who was at risk of being attacked and unable to defend herself. It was at that age that she decided she wanted to join the Order. The idea of being forced into the fakery of society, befriending people she had little in common with in hopes of landing a marriage of convenience became a recurring nightmare that would wake her in the night.
Over the following years, Peyton watched more and more of her family knighted, including her two older brothers, and it only fuelled her on to become a knight herself. Until then, she is stuck in her family's home, tending to their business and supporting them as and when needed.
Writing Sample:
Christmas, 2015, and Dani was going to be alone, yes alone, in a city she didn't know, no home comforts, no boyfriend, no family, but hey... her ex-boyfriend was in town which was just SO freaking peachy! Right about as peachy as being slapped in the face with a toaster iron! All in all, Christmas, 2015, was going to suck.
So what else was a girl to do when she wanted to drown herself in a bath of red wine and absinthe? Retail therapy, which had seemed like a great idea up until she had been dropped off at the heaving mall. People, she wasn't all that great at being around crowds of people right now, especially at Christmas. It seemed to heighten every emotion; made the stressed people demonic monsters, the lovers sickening sweet and gushy, the angry... well, enough said. Unfortunately, it also made the sad far more forlorn, and that was very much the state Dani found herself in.
She meandered the shops, trying to block people out, just minding her business, but nothing seemed to grab her eye. Great, even retail therapy was letting her down. Surely the comic store on the third floor would give her cause to use her credit card!
It did. Once she'd stocked up on a few graphic novels, some Pop! characters and a few really cute items of clothing she could wear to conventions and, let's face it, work, Dani emerged from the shop feeling slightly less tense. Okay, so she wouldn't get to have dinner with her parents, or with Bobby in their apartment, looking over the lights of the city, but she would have Stitch, Odin, Batman, Jack Skellington, Khal Drogo and Compound Hulk, room service and a marathon of Walking Dead.
Oh God, he was here, and not just here, but in UBC, where she was based. Life apparently decided that this was a safe thing for her, and wasn't going to bring on the mental flip out she felt it should. Her mind was still reeling from the encounter; she'd expected anger, she'd expected yelling, but none of that happened. She was lost in a sea of faces and memories when a flash of blonde and blue caused her to stop. No, no no no, this could not be happening. No.
Grace
Possibly, the term most suited to this chain of events was fml. She watched her old friend turn on her heel and walk away from her and she wanted to run. Part of her wanted to run away from Grace, but part of her wanted to run towards her. She didn't know what was causing it, maybe she had flipped. For a moment, Dani just stood where she was, unable to move or anything, just stare at the spot where Grace had stood.
It was too late now, Grace had disappeared, so Dani continued to move around the shops, looking at clothes, buying things here and there, keeping her eye out for the blonde that felt so bittersweet to see again. Oh this was messed up. Shaking her head to try and clear her thoughts, Dani didn't look as she stepped out of the shop and into someone... just not someone, her. Grace.
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Best Contact Method(s): PM or AIM
Have you read the General Rules?: Yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?: Yes
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?: Yes
Character Name: Peyton Sinclair
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Birthdate: 8th May
City / Region: Ashworth/Shelbourne
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Sinclair (Birth)
Played by: Sarah Gadon
Appearance:
The term best used to describe Peyton's appearance is, at best, a diamond in the rough. She doesn't look like a lady of a fine court, but that is probably what's to be expected of a girl raised around livestock and with a majority of males in her household. She usually has her blonde hair thrown into some form of updo, not through necessity of her female virtue but due to the fact that it keeps her hair out of her face when she's practicing the skills needed to join the Order of the Verdant.
She is slight, standing at 5'4", her body showing slight womanly curves but her history of training and horse riding has given her a sculpt unbecoming of a lady of the court. Uncomfortable with her shape in women's fashion, when possible, Peyton will be dressed in a shirt and trousers, however she is not one to scoff at society's expectations and will grace a gown so not to bring embarrassment to her family.
Personality:
Peyton can appear to be a quiet, subdued female at times, but don't be fooled. She watches, she takes things in and processes it, similar to her oldest brother, Logan. She can appear to be shy when first meeting people, but once she is comfortable in someone's presence, she comes out of her shell and becomes a lot more like her older brother, Tyber.
She has very few goals in her life, mainly taking care of her family and joining the Order. This has shaped the way she has lived her life, bypassing etiquette classes, like her female cousins, for horsemanship, combat training, She knows that has people talking behind her back and, more viciously, laughing at her, but it is her dream. She idolises the males in her family who are part of the Order and will tend to bug them regarding their experiences, beg them to help her hone her skills.
Beneath her tomboy aspects, Peyton is a very caring individual who adores those who were not born into a wealthy house as she considers these people to have the warmest hearts, without being tainted by the courts and social ladders. She is far happier riding through fields and getting covered in mud, than having her hair done and being decked in jewels.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
* Combat - although Peyton has trained in hand to hand, swords, spears and archery, her speciality lies between the bow and swords. Being the size she is, spears and lances never weighed well with her, but things needing accuracy and speed she has the upper hand in.
*Horsemanship - being born into the Sinclair family, with their history with horses, Peyton has always been at ease with the equine species and has been an excellent rider since she could sit on a horse. She's also well trained in how to care for a horse, and her (rare) soft tone has been known to soothe an agitated creature.
*Music - like her brother, Peyton loves music but her strengths lie in the vocal as opposed to the lute like him. That being said, it is rare to hear her sing.
*Logical thinking - Call it woman's intuition, but Peyton can be very gifted at considering potential outcomes of situations. Does this mean that she follows her own logic? Not all the time, but it's there. Some times she can be rather scheming and devious.
*Sewing - tell no one. Considering it to be a lady's trait, Peyton will never admit to enjoying sewing and the occasional other creative art.
Character History:
The fourth child, but first daughter, of Carlton Sinclair, Peyton was doted on by her father from the day she was born. Through her childhood, she was considered a 'pretty' child, who could have taken her place in court when she came of age. However, by the time that had come, Peyton had other plans for her life. By the time Peyton was 4, the family was complete and Peyton found herself surrounded by four brothers and one sister. Throughout her formulative years, Peyton helped around the family business, learning how to ride, learning what each animal did and how to respect them, care for them.
Watching her brothers train to join the Order made the expectations for Peyton seem very bleak, and she soon turned her back on the training expected of a lady in her position. When they'd go in search of the awol blonde, they could usually find her copying her brothers and cousins or pretending to fight her own shadow in a barn. Although her father had expected her to become a lady, he realised that it was fighting a losing battle and, with the misfortune that had befallen other females in their extended family, finally embraced his daughter for what she was.
When Peyton was 11, her cousin Gideon was knighted into the Order and Peyton couldn't have been more proud, cheering him on as he left for patrol. However, she remembered meeting him after he had returned and noticing the change in him. Being young, she had tried to push him for answers, but soon learned it was better not to ask.
Over the next few years, Peyton witnessed the aftermath of the drama that befell her cousins, Elizabeth and Ambrosia. It highlighted the fact that she didn't want to be a weak woman, who was at risk of being attacked and unable to defend herself. It was at that age that she decided she wanted to join the Order. The idea of being forced into the fakery of society, befriending people she had little in common with in hopes of landing a marriage of convenience became a recurring nightmare that would wake her in the night.
Over the following years, Peyton watched more and more of her family knighted, including her two older brothers, and it only fuelled her on to become a knight herself. Until then, she is stuck in her family's home, tending to their business and supporting them as and when needed.
Writing Sample:
Christmas, 2015, and Dani was going to be alone, yes alone, in a city she didn't know, no home comforts, no boyfriend, no family, but hey... her ex-boyfriend was in town which was just SO freaking peachy! Right about as peachy as being slapped in the face with a toaster iron! All in all, Christmas, 2015, was going to suck.
So what else was a girl to do when she wanted to drown herself in a bath of red wine and absinthe? Retail therapy, which had seemed like a great idea up until she had been dropped off at the heaving mall. People, she wasn't all that great at being around crowds of people right now, especially at Christmas. It seemed to heighten every emotion; made the stressed people demonic monsters, the lovers sickening sweet and gushy, the angry... well, enough said. Unfortunately, it also made the sad far more forlorn, and that was very much the state Dani found herself in.
She meandered the shops, trying to block people out, just minding her business, but nothing seemed to grab her eye. Great, even retail therapy was letting her down. Surely the comic store on the third floor would give her cause to use her credit card!
It did. Once she'd stocked up on a few graphic novels, some Pop! characters and a few really cute items of clothing she could wear to conventions and, let's face it, work, Dani emerged from the shop feeling slightly less tense. Okay, so she wouldn't get to have dinner with her parents, or with Bobby in their apartment, looking over the lights of the city, but she would have Stitch, Odin, Batman, Jack Skellington, Khal Drogo and Compound Hulk, room service and a marathon of Walking Dead.
Oh God, he was here, and not just here, but in UBC, where she was based. Life apparently decided that this was a safe thing for her, and wasn't going to bring on the mental flip out she felt it should. Her mind was still reeling from the encounter; she'd expected anger, she'd expected yelling, but none of that happened. She was lost in a sea of faces and memories when a flash of blonde and blue caused her to stop. No, no no no, this could not be happening. No.
Grace
Possibly, the term most suited to this chain of events was fml. She watched her old friend turn on her heel and walk away from her and she wanted to run. Part of her wanted to run away from Grace, but part of her wanted to run towards her. She didn't know what was causing it, maybe she had flipped. For a moment, Dani just stood where she was, unable to move or anything, just stare at the spot where Grace had stood.
It was too late now, Grace had disappeared, so Dani continued to move around the shops, looking at clothes, buying things here and there, keeping her eye out for the blonde that felt so bittersweet to see again. Oh this was messed up. Shaking her head to try and clear her thoughts, Dani didn't look as she stepped out of the shop and into someone... just not someone, her. Grace.
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