Post by goldilocks on Dec 11, 2012 4:40:03 GMT
Clara "Goldilocks" Percy
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What’s the fun in playing it safe?
I think I’d rather misbehave.
What’s the use in playing it safe?
Wouldn’t you rather misbehave? [/b][/size][/font]
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Age: Immortal
Species: Legend
Occupation: Thief
Playby: Imogen Poots
Father: Robin Hood
Mother: Lynn Percy (deceased)
Siblings: Possibly half-siblings she doesn’t know about
Other:
Likes: Gold, challenges, stealing, games, sarcasm.
Dislikes: Being poor, being helpless, authority figures, relying on others, snow.
Strengths:[/size] Survivor, street smart, acrobatics.
Weaknesses:[/size] Pessimist, difficulty trusting others, little physical strength.
Personality:[/size][/font]
Quick-witted and extremely sarcastic, Goldilocks has a very playful personality. She often uses humor to diffuse tense situations, and has no qualms poking fun at anyone, regardless of how comfortable she is with them. She also uses humor as a shield to deflect unwanted attention and to keep people from getting too close, as she doesn't really like to rely on others. Goldilocks has spent her whole life taking care of herself, and she tends to believe that if everyone else could do the same, the whole world would be so much better off. She doesn't believe in things like 'happily ever after's', pessimistic about the world and the people in it, she believes that since she's only out for herself, that must be how other people are too, and anyone who says any different must be selling something. And yet, at the same time she works so hard to keep everyone out, she's also lonely being so independent.
She can be brave, however, and she loves a good challenge. She steals what she needs to survive and she steals to prove she can; she likes the notoriety of being Goldilocks, even if it makes life a bit more dangerous. While she prizes her own survival above all else, she isn't opposed to taking some risks along the way. What's the point in playing it safe if it means you die of boredom instead of danger? She's not totally reckless, however, and the risks she does take are generally calculated, Goldilocks may not be the most educated Legend around, but she's got street smarts and knows her own limits. She doesn't tend to charge into situations half-cocked that will get her into trouble.
Eyes:[/size] Blue
Hair:[/size] Dark blonde
Physique:[/size]
Goldilocks is a petite young woman, standing at a height of 5’3”, she’s waifishly thin, but her slight limbs are extremely flexible and she’s stronger than she looks. She’s also an extremely fast runner. She’s quite pretty, but her face is often obscured by dirt and grime or else hidden beneath a hood for one disguise or another; being recognized on the job is somewhat less than ideal for someone in her line of work.
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History: [/font]
Clara was born in a poverty-stricken town where the local sheriff was infamous for raising the taxes and hanging those who couldn’t cope. Her mother was the keeper of a small inn, and while it was often difficult to make ends meet, she always managed to keep food on the table and the Sheriff out of their hair. She doesn’t really remember much of her father, maybe a silhouette in the doorway, or the scent of the woods on his clothes, but her mother used to tell her stories about him. She said he was a good man, a righteous man, and that while he couldn’t be in their lives because it would put them in danger, he loved her very much. She also said he was Robin Hood. Clara didn’t know whether or not any of it was true, but it was certainly better than believing her father was the town drunk.
Tragedy struck when Clara was six years old, when her mother was killed in a fire that also consumed the inn where they lived. Clara was carried from the wreckage by a patron of the inn, but her mother was not so lucky, and without any other family or even a home left, she suddenly found herself alone and on the streets. She survived by begging for scraps, wandering the streets and just trying to survive. But then winter came, and even those who had taken pity on the little orphan girl could spare no more, and cold and hungry, she wandered out into the woods, not even sure what she was looking for.
By the time she came across a little house in the woods, Clara was frozen and starving, and with a warm fire burning inside, light shining from the windows, she couldn’t resist. She tried knocking at the door but no one answered, and when she pushed on the door, it just opened, so she went inside to get out of the cold. There was no one home, but the scent of fresh porridge lured her into the kitchen, where she found three bowls of porridge set out to cool. She was so hungry, she only meant to have a few bites from each bowl, but when she got to the last bowl, she just couldn’t resist, and filled her belly with the entire portion.
When she’d finished, she decided to sit by the fire to get warm before going on her way, so when she found three chairs by the hearth, she tried out all three to see if she could get comfortable, but when she sat on the smallest chair, it broke under her weight. She knew that she should leave then, but it had started snowing and she was so tired, so she went upstairs and found the three beds. Again, she tried out all three before she settled down in the smallest bed and fell fast asleep.
She was woken up by the sound of voices, and when she opened her eyes, it was to find herself staring up at three enormous bears. She screamed and threw off the bed covers, catching the bears by surprise, she was able to dash out of the room, down the stairs and back out into the cold before they had a chance to catch her, and she didn’t stop running until she was sure she was far enough away from the bears that she would be safe.
After that, she managed to find her way to a city, and it was there that she decided if no one was going to give her the things she needed to survive, she was just going to have to take them. She hadn’t forgotten the stories her mother told her about her father, how he stole from the rich to give to the poor, and she was definitely poor, so it had to be right, right? She started small, picking pockets and swiping bread from bakeries, but the price of failure was always high. At best, getting caught stealing led to a beating, and at worst…well, she learned quickly to avoid the worst.
Clara had a natural talent for thieving, though, quick fingers and good reflexes, and soon enough hunger became a worry of the past. As she got older, she started to enjoy the challenge stealing presented, and as she grew in skill, she started going for bigger scores, stealing not just to survive, but for enjoyment. She didn’t necessarily steal things to have them, but to prove that she could. So when someone offered to pay her to steal for them, well, she just couldn’t resist. Among the criminals and ill-meaning inhabitants of the Nine Kingdoms, she became known as Goldilocks, a thief for hire who could acquire just about anything, for the right price.
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Role-play Example:
It had been weeks since Red had been chased into the Infinite Forest by an angry mob of peasants, and since she had left the safe haven of Rapunzel's hidden tower. Since then she'd been trying to find her way out of the woods, but unfortunately, she hadn't had much success, and as the time went on and her supplies started to dwindle, she was getting kind of desperate. Every day she tried to find her way, but it seemed like she just found herself deeper and deeper in the woods with no way out. She was usually so good at finding things...but apparently her way just didn't count.
The more time passed, the more certain Red became that she was going to die in these woods. She'd tried hunting, but while she'd seen some game around, she had no bow or even a knife to hunt with, and throwing rocks hadn't gotten her anywhere. What fruits and berries she'd managed to find had run out days ago, and she was dizzy with hunger as she stumbled through the trees, the only thing keeping her on her feet her will to survive. As darkness fell, she huddled under a tree, pulling her cloak tightly around herself for warmth. She thought about starting a fire, but her exhaustion weighed on her, and before she knew it, she was sleeping while she could.
When she woke up, it was to bright light in her face, and she turned her face away. But when she opened her eyes, it wasn't to the golden light of sunrise, but the silvery light of the full moon. Turning her face toward it, she glared up at the hated thing, blaming it for her current predicament and her impending death from starvation, until an idea struck her. She couldn't hunt without weapons...but the wolf always seemed able to find something to kill, she thought to herself bitterly. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she fumbled with frozen fingers to untie her cloak, the magic cloak that was her salvation to the curse that had ruined her life, and hesitating for a long moment to consider what she was doing, she threw the cloak back off her shoulders and let the change take her.
As she had guessed, the wolf didn't have any trouble hunting in the woods, and before dawn came, it had downed a large stag, and was gnawing contentedly on the long bones. It looked up sharply when an unexpected sound drew its attention, and a low growl started in the back of its throat, both a warning and a threat.
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Name: MJ
Location: Canada!
RP Experience: Long long time
How You Found Us: I also play Queen Red
Fun Fact About You: I like tragic backstories.
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