|| Never Let Me Go | Florence And The Machine || Brick By Boring Brick | Paramore || Breathe Again | Sara Bareilles || Anything Could Happen {Main Theme Song} | Ellie Goulding ||
Something To Believe In | Parachute || Human | Christina Perrri ||
Something To Believe In | Parachute || Human | Christina Perrri ||
“Had you but seen it, I promise you, your high-minded principles would have melted like candle wax. Never would you have wished such beauty away.”
Full Name:
"I'm French, what did you expect?"
Pearl Faustine Reynolds
Birthday:
"Are you expecting a tea party?"
September 23, 1899
Age:
"Women prefer not to disclose that information."
23.
Nicknames:
"Well..."
Reynolds - Mimi Windsor and Elizabeth Frances refer to her by her last name.
Earl - When he brother wants to make her mad, her removes the P at the front of her name.
Appearance:
"Us seamstresses are rather plain."
Pearl stands at 5'5, with dark, brownish-black toned hair. Her eyes are a dark chocolate brown, while her skin is fair. She weighs around 120 pounds. Pearl usually ends up wearing the same thing to work everyday. Her outfit consists of a tattered, creme colored dress that is a hand-me-down from her eldest sister, beige colored heels that is another hand-me-down from her mother, a single string of pearls that belonged to her great-great grandmother, a simple feathered headband and a small, torn clutch in which she carries her money and personal information in. It isn't much, but Pearl manages to look neat and groomed on a daily basis.
|| Pearl's Attire ||
Personality:
"When your status is like mine, you don't get to be your own person."
Pearl has learned her place in society. She doesn't speak unless spoken to, and addresses people above her by their given titles. Pearl is also rather reserved. Even when someone speaks to her, her responses come out soft and timid, like she's afraid she's going to say something wrong. This earns her a lot of backlash in her job, considering Mimi and Elizabeth are always wanting her to speak up. Pearl's never had the heart to test authority. She knows it will earn her an automatic boot out the door, costing her, not only her job, but the respect of her family and friends. Pearl usually goes about her business and follows her accustomed routine since it's the only thing she knows.
Courteous: Generally
Risk-Taking: Occasionally
Typically
Curious: Rarely
Self-Controlled: Sometimes
Nurturing: Generally
Trusting: Occasionally
Honest: Always
Loyal: Typically
Affectionate: Occasionally
Romantic: Never
Flirty: Typically
Sympathetic: Generally
Altruistic: Occasionally
Optimistic: Always
Observant: Generally
Logical: Always
Social: Reserved
Emotions: Extremely Controlled
Fears:
"When you have everything to fear, it seems like you have nothing to fear at all."
Pearl fears losing her job. Sure, it's one of the lowest paying, worst jobs in the city, but its all she has. It's a supplement to her family's low income, which, if Pearl lost her job, would reduce their income to near to nothing. Pearl also fears disappointing her family. At the moment, her family is proud of her for being able to support them, but if Pearl lost that, she wouldn't know what would happen.
Phobias:
Anthropophobia -Fear of people or society.
Atychiphobia - Fear of failure.
Hypochonria - Fear of illness.
"I'm French, what did you expect?"
Pearl Faustine Reynolds
Birthday:
"Are you expecting a tea party?"
September 23, 1899
Age:
"Women prefer not to disclose that information."
23.
Nicknames:
"Well..."
Reynolds - Mimi Windsor and Elizabeth Frances refer to her by her last name.
Earl - When he brother wants to make her mad, her removes the P at the front of her name.
Appearance:
"Us seamstresses are rather plain."
Pearl stands at 5'5, with dark, brownish-black toned hair. Her eyes are a dark chocolate brown, while her skin is fair. She weighs around 120 pounds. Pearl usually ends up wearing the same thing to work everyday. Her outfit consists of a tattered, creme colored dress that is a hand-me-down from her eldest sister, beige colored heels that is another hand-me-down from her mother, a single string of pearls that belonged to her great-great grandmother, a simple feathered headband and a small, torn clutch in which she carries her money and personal information in. It isn't much, but Pearl manages to look neat and groomed on a daily basis.
|| Pearl's Attire ||
Personality:
"When your status is like mine, you don't get to be your own person."
Pearl has learned her place in society. She doesn't speak unless spoken to, and addresses people above her by their given titles. Pearl is also rather reserved. Even when someone speaks to her, her responses come out soft and timid, like she's afraid she's going to say something wrong. This earns her a lot of backlash in her job, considering Mimi and Elizabeth are always wanting her to speak up. Pearl's never had the heart to test authority. She knows it will earn her an automatic boot out the door, costing her, not only her job, but the respect of her family and friends. Pearl usually goes about her business and follows her accustomed routine since it's the only thing she knows.
Courteous: Generally
Risk-Taking: Occasionally
Typically
Curious: Rarely
Self-Controlled: Sometimes
Nurturing: Generally
Trusting: Occasionally
Honest: Always
Loyal: Typically
Affectionate: Occasionally
Romantic: Never
Flirty: Typically
Sympathetic: Generally
Altruistic: Occasionally
Optimistic: Always
Observant: Generally
Logical: Always
Social: Reserved
Emotions: Extremely Controlled
Fears:
"When you have everything to fear, it seems like you have nothing to fear at all."
Pearl fears losing her job. Sure, it's one of the lowest paying, worst jobs in the city, but its all she has. It's a supplement to her family's low income, which, if Pearl lost her job, would reduce their income to near to nothing. Pearl also fears disappointing her family. At the moment, her family is proud of her for being able to support them, but if Pearl lost that, she wouldn't know what would happen.
Phobias:
Anthropophobia -Fear of people or society.
Atychiphobia - Fear of failure.
Hypochonria - Fear of illness.
✓ Likes:
"There's not much for me to like."
|| Her Family || Being Alone || Reading Poetry || Walking Through Paris || Feeding The Animals || Living On A Farm || Reading Music || Fruit || Her Cat, Mildred || Being Outside ||
"There's not much for me to like."
|| Her Family || Being Alone || Reading Poetry || Walking Through Paris || Feeding The Animals || Living On A Farm || Reading Music || Fruit || Her Cat, Mildred || Being Outside ||
✘ Dislikes:
"Now, there's a lot of things for me to dislike."
|| Her Job || Being Bossed Around || Being Ridiculed || Vegetables || Rainy Weather || Reading The Newspaper || Watching Other Peoples' Children || Pollution From The Growing Industry || Being Poor ||
"Now, there's a lot of things for me to dislike."
|| Her Job || Being Bossed Around || Being Ridiculed || Vegetables || Rainy Weather || Reading The Newspaper || Watching Other Peoples' Children || Pollution From The Growing Industry || Being Poor ||
Place Of Origin:
"That's not complicated."
|| Banlieue, France {Suburb Of Paris } ||
|| Age 0-23 ||
"That's not complicated."
|| Banlieue, France {Suburb Of Paris } ||
|| Age 0-23 ||
Family:
"You leave home to seek your fortune and, when you get it, you go home and share it with your family."
|| Claude Reynolds || Father || 49 || Living ||
|| Anne Reynolds || Mother || 48 || Living ||
|| Constance Reynolds || Eldest Sister || 30 || Living ||
|| Gerald Reynolds || Eldest Brother || 27 || Living ||
|| Sophie Reynolds || Older Sister || 25 || Living ||
"You leave home to seek your fortune and, when you get it, you go home and share it with your family."
|| Claude Reynolds || Father || 49 || Living ||
|| Anne Reynolds || Mother || 48 || Living ||
|| Constance Reynolds || Eldest Sister || 30 || Living ||
|| Gerald Reynolds || Eldest Brother || 27 || Living ||
|| Sophie Reynolds || Older Sister || 25 || Living ||
History:
"There isn't much to tell."
Pearl was born to Claude Reynolds, a poor farmer, and his wife, Anne, in 1899. Since her birth, the family has never moved from the small farm they call home in the Paris suburb of Banlieue, France. Pearl and his older sisters, Constance and Sophie, stayed home when they were younger to help their mother maintain the house while Pearl's older brother, Gerald, was allowed to attend and all-boys school in Paris. Pearl always dreamed of being able to attend
"There isn't much to tell."
Pearl was born to Claude Reynolds, a poor farmer, and his wife, Anne, in 1899. Since her birth, the family has never moved from the small farm they call home in the Paris suburb of Banlieue, France. Pearl and his older sisters, Constance and Sophie, stayed home when they were younger to help their mother maintain the house while Pearl's older brother, Gerald, was allowed to attend and all-boys school in Paris. Pearl always dreamed of being able to attend
Writing Sample:
{ This Writing Sample Is From The Roleplay, "That's Worth Dying For," the character is Kristina Carter, played by thesouthernbelle. This sample should not be duplicated in any way. }
{{ For the past three months, it had been work, day in and day out for Kristina Carter. She had learned to eat, sleep, and breath defense work. High profile cases had been piling up lately, and she didn't know why. The arson at Pauline's bakery 6 months ago came to her desk, and she proved her client not guilty, the homicide of the town's historian had also came to her desk, and she managed to cut a plea deal for her client who admitted to the murder, and now, she was working on the burglary of the local 7-11. She was sure this client was not guilty. The police station had once again just scrambled to get a conviction by using a halfway concocted witness description and untraceable evidence. That happened a lot in this cracker box of a town. Nevertheless, Kristina was hard at work as always. Just because this was a small time town didn't mean the justice system could be corrupt. And, by the time the jury's verdict rolled around, Kristina's work proved to be completely worthwhile.
"We find the defendant... not guilty." Said Juror Number 1.
It was unanimous.
The gavel pounded on the bench and a sly smile spread across Kristina's lips. Her third high-stakes case of the month was once again a win for her and her team. She shook hands with her client, repeating her usual spiel of how glad it was to represent them, and how wonderful it was that they would be free instead of spending the rest of their life in a jail cell, and she headed out of the courtroom. She was stopped by the plantiff's attorney at the doorway,
"You know, Ms. Carter..." he had started, and Kristina just shook her head.
"Save it, Cooper. I've rejected you for the past three months. No dinner, no coffee, no movie." The other attorney, Jason Cooper, opened his mouth to speak again and Kristina shook her head, "No. For the millionth time, not interested."
Kristina left the half-witted attorney standing in front of the doors to the courtroom, blushing and probably kicking himself for even trying again.
Kristina had managed to make it to her office building a few buildings over by taking odd paths and back alleys, and once she got everything together, she found herself taking her usual exit down the service elevator, and making a speedy retreat to her car.The drive home was always the worst part of her day. It's when she reflected. Now, for most people, reflection at the end of a hard day is good for the soul, but, for Kristina, it's more than awful. The drive home is when she listens to the only radio station she can handle nowadays- 102.9, The Cat- that plays hits of the 2000s and today, and she just thinks. Which, today- like every other day- includes her replaying her diagnosis in her mind. "Stage II Cervical Cancer." Only, now, it had progressed to Stage III, and according to her doctors, Stage IV was just around the corner. As Kristina thought, she gripped the steering wheel. She'd learned not to cry over it anymore. Crying was a sign of weakness. And Kristina was anything but weak. She sighed as she finally pulled up to her small, one bedroom home. It wasn't the greatest place in the world, and surely with her salary she could do better, but, in this small Texas town, Kristina had no desire to stand out anymore than she already did. She put her car in park and turned the key to shut down the ignition, her frail frame dragging it's way up the stairs and into the small house, where a light came on in the midst of darkness, just like every night for the past 4 years. }}
{ This Writing Sample Is From The Roleplay, "That's Worth Dying For," the character is Kristina Carter, played by thesouthernbelle. This sample should not be duplicated in any way. }
{{ For the past three months, it had been work, day in and day out for Kristina Carter. She had learned to eat, sleep, and breath defense work. High profile cases had been piling up lately, and she didn't know why. The arson at Pauline's bakery 6 months ago came to her desk, and she proved her client not guilty, the homicide of the town's historian had also came to her desk, and she managed to cut a plea deal for her client who admitted to the murder, and now, she was working on the burglary of the local 7-11. She was sure this client was not guilty. The police station had once again just scrambled to get a conviction by using a halfway concocted witness description and untraceable evidence. That happened a lot in this cracker box of a town. Nevertheless, Kristina was hard at work as always. Just because this was a small time town didn't mean the justice system could be corrupt. And, by the time the jury's verdict rolled around, Kristina's work proved to be completely worthwhile.
"We find the defendant... not guilty." Said Juror Number 1.
It was unanimous.
The gavel pounded on the bench and a sly smile spread across Kristina's lips. Her third high-stakes case of the month was once again a win for her and her team. She shook hands with her client, repeating her usual spiel of how glad it was to represent them, and how wonderful it was that they would be free instead of spending the rest of their life in a jail cell, and she headed out of the courtroom. She was stopped by the plantiff's attorney at the doorway,
"You know, Ms. Carter..." he had started, and Kristina just shook her head.
"Save it, Cooper. I've rejected you for the past three months. No dinner, no coffee, no movie." The other attorney, Jason Cooper, opened his mouth to speak again and Kristina shook her head, "No. For the millionth time, not interested."
Kristina left the half-witted attorney standing in front of the doors to the courtroom, blushing and probably kicking himself for even trying again.
Kristina had managed to make it to her office building a few buildings over by taking odd paths and back alleys, and once she got everything together, she found herself taking her usual exit down the service elevator, and making a speedy retreat to her car.The drive home was always the worst part of her day. It's when she reflected. Now, for most people, reflection at the end of a hard day is good for the soul, but, for Kristina, it's more than awful. The drive home is when she listens to the only radio station she can handle nowadays- 102.9, The Cat- that plays hits of the 2000s and today, and she just thinks. Which, today- like every other day- includes her replaying her diagnosis in her mind. "Stage II Cervical Cancer." Only, now, it had progressed to Stage III, and according to her doctors, Stage IV was just around the corner. As Kristina thought, she gripped the steering wheel. She'd learned not to cry over it anymore. Crying was a sign of weakness. And Kristina was anything but weak. She sighed as she finally pulled up to her small, one bedroom home. It wasn't the greatest place in the world, and surely with her salary she could do better, but, in this small Texas town, Kristina had no desire to stand out anymore than she already did. She put her car in park and turned the key to shut down the ignition, her frail frame dragging it's way up the stairs and into the small house, where a light came on in the midst of darkness, just like every night for the past 4 years. }}
Favorite Movie: Titanic