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May 20th, 2011
May 1st, 2011
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( OUT OF CHARACTER )
Name: DPF
Age: 23
Roleplaying experience: Assorted tabletop games (D&D, WoD, In Nomine, etc.) since middle school, a few IJ games over the past few months but still somewhat new to the medium.
( IN CHARACTER )
Name: Dominique Sarah Tomlin
Nickname: Rose or Rosie
Age: 26
Stage name: Rosie the Ripper
Job: Knife throwing act with acrobatic elements
Played by: Summer Glau
Species: Changeling (The entry on changelings mentioned something about them having powers, but right now I'm a little unclear on the extents. For now I'm just planning on extreme dexterity, but if there are any other elements I should know about, I'd appreciate some more information on the setting's changelings. Thanks!)
Personality: Having embraced her natural abilities, Rosie frequently comes off as cocky, self-absorbed, or smug. A spiteful sense of humor and enjoyment of Schadenfreude has not helped this image. She's honest, at least by changeling standards- she's more likely to tell half of the truth than a lie, but more often she's just blunt. She's developed a certain contempt for humanity since she realized her origins, though individuals can overcome it by proving either supernatural talent or an ability to entertain her.
Rosie is fiercely loyal to the carnival as a whole, even when she disagrees with individuals in it. Because of this, she is willing to share with and make concessions to her fellow supernatural creature. Being so satisfied with her abilities and her career, she shows a great deal of restraint in other fields and tries to think of the long-term consequences of things.
History: William and Marie Tomlin were a couple of the many upper-middle class professionals who had children in the 80's. Baby boomers themselves, they'd delayed their procreation intelligently, waiting until they were established and would thus have the resources to handle their children with ease. That plan seemed to work out well enough with their first child, Robert, even with the normal surprises of parenthood, and they thought that when they had their daughter two years later, they would know better what to expect from their second child.
The first surprise was that Dominique was born a bit prematurely. After her release from the hospital, she seemed a bit different to her mother. Something didn't sound right about the child's cries. Friends and relatives reassured her that no two children are the same and they can't be treated as such, but Mrs. Tomlin never shook the feeling that something was deeply wrong about her child that wasn't that way before. Mr. Tomlin, however, took any differences in stride, having been fixed on the idea that his children should have all the opportunities that he'd never had growing up.
With her mother having sensed on an unconscious level that Dominique was not human, their relationship was always a bit distant. Her father pushed her forward as he did her older and, later, younger brothers. She grew up as a fairly good student and an increasingly adept athlete, winning awards for gymnastics in time. If she couldn't be very close to her family, she would try to get ahead.
Around her entry into middle school, Dominique's athletic prowess seemed to take off like never before. At the same time, she had never felt more distant from the people around her. This is a normal part of growing up. Everybody goes through a time of feeling the way you do right now. The reassurances were empty comfort. Despite earnest attempts from both sides to make Dominique a part of a loving family, neither she nor her mother could shake the feeling that there was something strange about her. And she was sick of playing along, trying to act like she wasn't different when she was.
Dominique started trying to get people to call her "Rose" and took on a fascination with the macabre. She fell in with a group of friends that she could enjoy horror movies with, though she still feel different even from them. She dyed her hair strange colors, and found an aptitude for playing music that her parents hated on a half-broken electric guitar she got from a yard sale. Her rebellion was dismissed as typical teenager stuff, and also middle child stuff, or trying to fit in at the new high school, depending on who was asked. Acting out, but mostly endurable.
The bigger issue, to her family, was what Dominique WASN'T doing. Her grades plummeted. So little at school interested her, so why bother doing more than the minimum to get by? Rose spent less time practicing gymnastics, at a time when she was receiving wider recognition than ever for it. In private, she was channeling her athletic ability into a hobby of precision knife-throwing in the garage when no one was around. She found a talent for that, too. It made her wonder what else would be no problem for her. She seemed capable of anything, and without challenges, she was ready to burn herself out.
Still her family pushed her onward to success, though it ended up being a very different variety from what they intended. At sixteen, she went to tour a college near her home. It was a weekend event of sleeping in the dorms and attending a few events on the campus, but Rose fell in with a few other students who enjoyed the horrific. They'd heard about a carnival in town with some pretty freaky acts being put on, and she decided on a whim to join them.
The Dark Carnival delighted her. Something about it excited her in ways she didn't understand. She left the group that she'd been with and tried to get the autographs of some of the particularly stunning performers. Her true nature was recognized from signs she'd never quite pieced together. Once the truth was revealed to her, she found herself elated and begged for a place at the circus among all of the wonderful outsiders.
Dominique Tomlin is still on the books as another teen runaway, even a decade later. She's better known as her stage name, Rosie the Ripper. She's embraced her otherworldly nature and worked to become a strong performer, putting together an act that combines her knife-throwing skills with her gymnastic ability. She considers the carnival her real family now.
Roleplaying sample:
Rosie was distantly aware of the ringmaster's announcements as she padded herself down, making certain of where all of her props were. Even before the audience came in she'd checked everything out in the arena. All the preparations had been made.
Though she couldn't make out the words, the tone of the announcements changed. Rosie saw the previous performer exit the stage and knew it was her cue. Even if her name hadn't been announced yet, she needed to get her running start going. Bursting out of the curtains that had concealed her, she was assaulted by the sounds that she'd been trying not to focus on before, audience noises and the loud "PER" that marked the end of her introduction.
Bounding off the trampoline, she made a slight turn in the air and drew the first knife from the sheath under her left armpit. The moment if left her hands she knew that it would hit the bulls eye farther off center than she liked, but there was no way to correct it now. Better to focus on the next throw... To focus past that noise. The noises people made were tolerable, but that clicking sound was one of her pet peeves.
Bouncing from the second trampoline, she drew the next knife and spun head over heels in the air. Rose always thought back to the first time she'd tried to throw during a cartwheel and how long it took to find the knife afterward. The second knife left her hand- still more clicking from the audience- and the blade was embedded near the edge of the second target.
She seemed to land deeper in the third trampoline before bouncing this time, having crouched so she could leap with more power. The world spun end over end as she somersaulted, grabbing the third knife click from over her right shoulder click click and locked eyes click with her intended target click click click before click throwing it cli-
Rose stuck the landing and stood up as the audience realized what had just happened. The third bulls eye was untouched. She hadn't been aiming for it. Her third knife was stuck in the railing next to the man at the end of the front row who had, at long last, stopped typing on his Blackberry. Rosie walked over to him slowly and yanked the blade from where it landed. "Please turn off all electronic devices," she said. Walking back towards the targets, there was some feeble applause from the audience, people who had assumed that the typing man was a plant. There was a louder commotion from people turning off their cell phones.
She knew that she'd gone a bit far, but tried to get her mind back to the performance. The initial problem had been her focus and she might be able to keep it better now without those interruptions. If people kept on texting and getting calls while she was throwing, she'd just keep missing things, like what happened with the bulls eyes and when she'd tried to destroy the man's phone.
Name: DPF
Age: 23
Roleplaying experience: Assorted tabletop games (D&D, WoD, In Nomine, etc.) since middle school, a few IJ games over the past few months but still somewhat new to the medium.
( IN CHARACTER )
Name: Dominique Sarah Tomlin
Nickname: Rose or Rosie
Age: 26
Stage name: Rosie the Ripper
Job: Knife throwing act with acrobatic elements
Played by: Summer Glau
Species: Changeling (The entry on changelings mentioned something about them having powers, but right now I'm a little unclear on the extents. For now I'm just planning on extreme dexterity, but if there are any other elements I should know about, I'd appreciate some more information on the setting's changelings. Thanks!)
Personality: Having embraced her natural abilities, Rosie frequently comes off as cocky, self-absorbed, or smug. A spiteful sense of humor and enjoyment of Schadenfreude has not helped this image. She's honest, at least by changeling standards- she's more likely to tell half of the truth than a lie, but more often she's just blunt. She's developed a certain contempt for humanity since she realized her origins, though individuals can overcome it by proving either supernatural talent or an ability to entertain her.
Rosie is fiercely loyal to the carnival as a whole, even when she disagrees with individuals in it. Because of this, she is willing to share with and make concessions to her fellow supernatural creature. Being so satisfied with her abilities and her career, she shows a great deal of restraint in other fields and tries to think of the long-term consequences of things.
History: William and Marie Tomlin were a couple of the many upper-middle class professionals who had children in the 80's. Baby boomers themselves, they'd delayed their procreation intelligently, waiting until they were established and would thus have the resources to handle their children with ease. That plan seemed to work out well enough with their first child, Robert, even with the normal surprises of parenthood, and they thought that when they had their daughter two years later, they would know better what to expect from their second child.
The first surprise was that Dominique was born a bit prematurely. After her release from the hospital, she seemed a bit different to her mother. Something didn't sound right about the child's cries. Friends and relatives reassured her that no two children are the same and they can't be treated as such, but Mrs. Tomlin never shook the feeling that something was deeply wrong about her child that wasn't that way before. Mr. Tomlin, however, took any differences in stride, having been fixed on the idea that his children should have all the opportunities that he'd never had growing up.
With her mother having sensed on an unconscious level that Dominique was not human, their relationship was always a bit distant. Her father pushed her forward as he did her older and, later, younger brothers. She grew up as a fairly good student and an increasingly adept athlete, winning awards for gymnastics in time. If she couldn't be very close to her family, she would try to get ahead.
Around her entry into middle school, Dominique's athletic prowess seemed to take off like never before. At the same time, she had never felt more distant from the people around her. This is a normal part of growing up. Everybody goes through a time of feeling the way you do right now. The reassurances were empty comfort. Despite earnest attempts from both sides to make Dominique a part of a loving family, neither she nor her mother could shake the feeling that there was something strange about her. And she was sick of playing along, trying to act like she wasn't different when she was.
Dominique started trying to get people to call her "Rose" and took on a fascination with the macabre. She fell in with a group of friends that she could enjoy horror movies with, though she still feel different even from them. She dyed her hair strange colors, and found an aptitude for playing music that her parents hated on a half-broken electric guitar she got from a yard sale. Her rebellion was dismissed as typical teenager stuff, and also middle child stuff, or trying to fit in at the new high school, depending on who was asked. Acting out, but mostly endurable.
The bigger issue, to her family, was what Dominique WASN'T doing. Her grades plummeted. So little at school interested her, so why bother doing more than the minimum to get by? Rose spent less time practicing gymnastics, at a time when she was receiving wider recognition than ever for it. In private, she was channeling her athletic ability into a hobby of precision knife-throwing in the garage when no one was around. She found a talent for that, too. It made her wonder what else would be no problem for her. She seemed capable of anything, and without challenges, she was ready to burn herself out.
Still her family pushed her onward to success, though it ended up being a very different variety from what they intended. At sixteen, she went to tour a college near her home. It was a weekend event of sleeping in the dorms and attending a few events on the campus, but Rose fell in with a few other students who enjoyed the horrific. They'd heard about a carnival in town with some pretty freaky acts being put on, and she decided on a whim to join them.
The Dark Carnival delighted her. Something about it excited her in ways she didn't understand. She left the group that she'd been with and tried to get the autographs of some of the particularly stunning performers. Her true nature was recognized from signs she'd never quite pieced together. Once the truth was revealed to her, she found herself elated and begged for a place at the circus among all of the wonderful outsiders.
Dominique Tomlin is still on the books as another teen runaway, even a decade later. She's better known as her stage name, Rosie the Ripper. She's embraced her otherworldly nature and worked to become a strong performer, putting together an act that combines her knife-throwing skills with her gymnastic ability. She considers the carnival her real family now.
Roleplaying sample:
Rosie was distantly aware of the ringmaster's announcements as she padded herself down, making certain of where all of her props were. Even before the audience came in she'd checked everything out in the arena. All the preparations had been made.
Though she couldn't make out the words, the tone of the announcements changed. Rosie saw the previous performer exit the stage and knew it was her cue. Even if her name hadn't been announced yet, she needed to get her running start going. Bursting out of the curtains that had concealed her, she was assaulted by the sounds that she'd been trying not to focus on before, audience noises and the loud "PER" that marked the end of her introduction.
Bounding off the trampoline, she made a slight turn in the air and drew the first knife from the sheath under her left armpit. The moment if left her hands she knew that it would hit the bulls eye farther off center than she liked, but there was no way to correct it now. Better to focus on the next throw... To focus past that noise. The noises people made were tolerable, but that clicking sound was one of her pet peeves.
Bouncing from the second trampoline, she drew the next knife and spun head over heels in the air. Rose always thought back to the first time she'd tried to throw during a cartwheel and how long it took to find the knife afterward. The second knife left her hand- still more clicking from the audience- and the blade was embedded near the edge of the second target.
She seemed to land deeper in the third trampoline before bouncing this time, having crouched so she could leap with more power. The world spun end over end as she somersaulted, grabbing the third knife click from over her right shoulder click click and locked eyes click with her intended target click click click before click throwing it cli-
Rose stuck the landing and stood up as the audience realized what had just happened. The third bulls eye was untouched. She hadn't been aiming for it. Her third knife was stuck in the railing next to the man at the end of the front row who had, at long last, stopped typing on his Blackberry. Rosie walked over to him slowly and yanked the blade from where it landed. "Please turn off all electronic devices," she said. Walking back towards the targets, there was some feeble applause from the audience, people who had assumed that the typing man was a plant. There was a louder commotion from people turning off their cell phones.
She knew that she'd gone a bit far, but tried to get her mind back to the performance. The initial problem had been her focus and she might be able to keep it better now without those interruptions. If people kept on texting and getting calls while she was throwing, she'd just keep missing things, like what happened with the bulls eyes and when she'd tried to destroy the man's phone.