{"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.โ}
~ Pablo Neruda
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|{Full Name}|
Ophelia Elizabeth Sprout
|{Nickname}|
Some affectionately call her Phelia, others just Lia...she doesn't mind what she's called. She loves and accepts all nicknames.
|{Age}|
21
|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual
|{Occupation}|
Employee at the Verona Herbal Tea Shop.
|{Role}|
Ophelia || Hamlet
|{Appearance}|
Green eyes as bright as stars, wispy chocolate hair, and doll-white skin with no visible scars or blemishes makes Ophelia stand out as one of the many beauties living in Verona. Her features are very small and delicate-like, as though a mere touch of her skin would send her dissolving into thin air. She stands at 5'6'' and weighs a solid 120 lbs. Her two front teeth are somewhat large, but when she smiles, they make her grin something to remember. She tends to wear deep purples, greens, and pale pinks, as well as white, and on occasion, navy blue. She almost never wears black. (Unless the black clothing she is wearing has something bedazzled or engraved onto it.) She walks with a slight bounce, and her movements become faster the more excitement she feels. Her voice, although shrilly, is pleasant like rain against a window pane. In fact, the aroma of Ophelia's skin itself is something of a fresh rain smell.
|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Flower Picking ~ Perhaps the hobby and skill she is best known for. In her spare time, Ophelia likes to circle around the park, pulling wildflowers out of the ground and arranging them into neat little bouquets and crowns. She picks some for her boyfriend almost every week.
Tea Expert ~ Since it is her job, she is a walking dictionary when it comes to herbal teas and what to drink during this time of year and which mugs are best for keeping the liquid warm, etcetera, etcetera. She makes some for her father every day.
Singing ~ With a lovely voice and a wide imagination, she enjoys making up songs on the spot.
The Community ~ Altruistic, she helps others more than she helps herself, and finds joy in putting a smile on someone else's face.
|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
Drowning ~ Ophelia feels that having your lungs fill up with water is perhaps the nastiest way to die. She can't swim, (or at least she can't swim very well,) so at times, the water does make her cringe.
Insanity ~ She feels the mind is too precious to be thrown away, and feels sorry, as well as frightened, around those who have it.
Peer Pressure ~ A major flaw of hers, she knows that she is heavily influenced by the power of peer pressure. However, she cannot protect herself from it no matter how hard she tries. It's just something that comes with an obedient nature...
Emotional ~ She's just one of those people that takes everything to heart. It has its perks, but of course, it has even more flaws.
Physically Inept ~ Ophelia has always been frail. No matter how hard she tries to apply herself in staying fit, she never seems to gain any muscle. Her bones snap easier than twigs.
|{Family Tree}
Polonius Sprout // Father // 59.
Serena Sprout // Mother // Deceased.
Laertes Sprout // Brother // 22.
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|{Personality}|
In spirit, Ophelia Sprout is like a pixie among men. With a sweet disposition, jolly outlook on life, and obedience that would make every parent want to take her for their own, no one can really resist the charms of this innocent girl. She is spry and hopeful, believing that anything harmful can be fixed with a bit of peace, tea, and a nice bouquet of flowers. Of course, this can make her seem somewhat annoying to others who take everything super seriously, but alas, her mind is much more complex than she makes it seem. Ophelia is imaginative, but appears cute and quiet to others. She just likes to live simply, and it shows whenever she is forced to make a decision. The fact of the matter is, she makes none. She has been rendered incapable of doing so.
Choosing to live without choices obviously has more weaknesses than benefits. It makes her gullible, powerless, vulnerable to deceit, and open to physical, mental, and emotional attacks. The worst part about it is that she is not strong enough to handle the terrible mistakes she might make due to those flaws. She helps others, but refuses to help herself, so in reality, her lack of choice is her own foolish fault. Of course, one can argue that having a manipulative father and an abusive brother can do quite a bit of harm to a sweet young girl, but while the residents debate about it, they cease all action to prevent its occurrence.
Still, despite her weakness, Ophelia is a pleasure to behold. She's a loyal friend, a talented bouquet-maker, and a wonderful romantic partner. She's everything a person could ask for...but if you ask for her to show you her self-worth, well...that's a story that can never be written.
|{History}|
Ophelia Sprout's existence came out of the earth like a blossoming rosebud in the midst of scathing thorns. Her childhood was spoiled and sweet, yet scary at the same time. Everyone - friends, family, strangers...would always tell her that she looked and acted like her mother. So when she walked into her parents' bedroom one day only to find her mom's limp corpse dangling from a makeshift noose, she couldn't help but see an image of herself through those dead, green eyes before promptly falling into unconsciousness herself. Her father seemed indifferent to his beloved wife's death. Laertes, well...he just tried to move on.
Her education was an ordinary one. Still, it could have catered more to a creative mind like hers. She'd sing in the hallways, but her pupils would tell her to be silent. She'd paint pretty pictures, but her teachers would reprimand her for not following the instructions of the assignment. Instead of supporting his daughter, Ophelia's dad pointed a long, bony finger at her face, scolding her for not applying herself to the demands of society. The girl learned at a young age that if she stayed obedient and didn't ask questions, people didn't ask anything from her in return.
So for the remainder of her childhood, she looked up to her older brother for advice. After all, he was the favorite child, and always got good grades, friends, and memories. She had a tendency to tag along no matter what he was doing, but he'd always hit her in front of his acquaintances, so she kept her conversations with him to a minimum. After high school, Ophelia's dad wanted her to stay in Verona to help him around the house. So while Laertes got to go study abroad in France, she decided to go find an occupation somewhere around town. Fortunately, the tea shop she loved was hiring. After handing in her rรฉsumรฉ and aicing her interview, she got the job. After that, she knew that that was pretty much it for her dull, exhausting life...
Until she met him.
And then everything changed.
He was gentle, kind, charming, intelligent...and he still is. Of course, her father is still as stubborn as he used to be, and wants her to end the romantic relationship now before her sweetheart becomes destructive towards her later on. His advice could be plausible, but the problem is that she already knows what abuse and manipulation is, and she sees it more in her father than she does in her boyfriend's passionate words. Perhaps she can finally stand up to her patriarch. After all, she knows his big secret...she knows that he is in some sort of strange affair with the new mayor of the town. That mayor happens to be her boyfriend's uncle and stepdad. If that news were to break out, perhaps she could break free. Or it could be the end of her...whatever that information means for her future, she'll just have to wait until she knows for certain what consequence it will bring.
|{Theme Song}
Can't make my own decisions
Or make any with precision
Well maybe you should tie me up
So I don't go where you don't want me
You say that I've been changing
That I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
If God's the game that you're playing
Well we must get more acquainted
Because it has to be so lonely
To be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion
But it's one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of view
If the only thing you see is you
You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
This is the last second chance
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it gets
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence
(I'll point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret
I'll hold you to it
I know you don't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
I know you won't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror
|{Face Claim}
Felicity Jones
Character Dialogue || #41A317
