Gender:
Female
Age:
12
Role:
Run Away
Appearance:
Iggy is a very small girl, standing at 4' 5''. She's underfed, so her weight is a measly 70.2 lbs. She has fair skin and a few freckles along her face. However, they are well placed and add to her simple beauty; if one can call it that. Her hair is a somewhat bright orange, and her eyes are dull teal. She appears to be somewhat of an Irish background, although her accent is easily understandable; but that Irish is shown in it as well, but only a little bit. She has slender fingers, and a fragile build, and pale pink lips.
Personality:
Iggy is a quiet little girl. She doesn't speak because she doesn't want to get hurt, whether physically or mentally. If she doesn't talk, then she can't mess up. Occasionally, she'll hum to herself very quietly, though it's always in a frightened voice. She gets nervous very easily around crowds and strangers, and this causes her work under Miss Angela very strenuous. Iggy is very frail with emotions, but has learned how to keep from crying in public. She usually waits until she's alone to shed silent tears. She likes shiny objects, as well as being alone under a tree. She really likes the shade and the quiet so she can think. She's fairly smart for her age, and she picks up on things quickly. She likes blueberries. Iggy thinks often of her mother, and it sends her into a small depression, and makes her more and more scared of this place. She just wants to get away from it all and go back to her home. She's also constantly worried about her little lamb which she had to abandon. She had a love for that thing like no one's business.
Fears:
Beatings
Miss Angela
Pain
Crowds
Strangers
Strengths:
Being so young, Iggy really doesn't have that many strengths yet. Her best strength as a servant would be serving, even though she gets incredibly nervous around big crowds and strangers. She's also very good with gardening. However, her small stature allows her to squeeze into smaller spaces and good at going unnoticed.
Weaknesses:
Physical strength
Nervousness
Entertaining
Origins:
Iggy has been a part of the household for one and a half weeks. She has been beaten a total of 6 times so far, as her nervousness has made her make small of mistakes under her perfectionist master.
Roleplay Sample:
The sun filtered down through a cherry tree beside a small house. A gentle breeze stirred, causing the leaves to dance and flicker in the wind. There was a small farm plot beside this house, and a small girl poking around in the dirt, a small pouch of seeds at her side, and a stick in her left hand. An older woman opened one of the window's shutters, and peered down at the girl with a small frown. "Iggy love, you should be out tending to the sheep over the ridge. What are you doing in the garden? We can't plant anything for another week. They say a storm's a brewin'. Now go run along. See if you can't find your little lamb. Now begone child!" Iggy peered up at her mother, and smiled faintly. "Yes, mother." And with that, she got up from the dirt, brushed off her frock and then scurried off towards the ridge.
The small girl carefully climbed up a small path on the ridge, hopping carelessly from rock to rock until she came onto the flat plateau where the grasses were tall and a small stream ran along. Sheep dotted the landscape, peacefully grazing. Iggy smiled faintly, a scarce peach blush reaching her cheeks prettily, and she plopped down in the grass, looking back towards her house. She then turned her attention to the distance, and tilted her head curiously, her eyebrows knitting together thoughtfully. What... is that... black stuff out there? Then the sound reached her ears, and her face visibly paled.
There were whoops and yells echoing throughout their peaceful home, men on horses roping together the cattle and slaughtering them mercilessly. They set their crops alight, and that's when they entered the house. The air seemed to tense visibly, and time appeared to slow down, the sounds and yells from the neighbors and her other family was suddenly silenced, and a gut-wrenching, agonizing scream filled the air. "MOTHER, NO!!!" Tears were streaming down the little girl's eyes, and she ran as fast as she could to her mother. She wasn't thinking straight at all; she was running towards the danger. Iggy's precious cherry tree was on fire, and her small plot was completely destroyed from being trampled. Blood was smeared on the outside of the walls, and a soldier dragged her mother out of the house violently. "We don't need this wench." He informed another man, and that man smiled cruelly. "You know what to do then."
Her mother turned, her face bloodied and bruised, hardly even recognizable as the woman whose face was always so cheerful and warm. "Ig-" But she was cut off as a sword flashed, connecting with her neck and a sick, crunching sound followed. The woman's eyes widened, and she coughed out blood, her eyes rolling into the back of her head before she fell onto the ground, dead. Iggy let out a small, shrill scream as the person she loved the most was just taken from her. She thought that maybe she was still okay. Just maybe! The soldier turned around, and spotted the small girl. "We can use that one though. Get her." Tears were streaming down her face, and she whimpered, trying to get away from these scary men, but she tripped, twisting her ankle. She let out a pitiful cry, that soon turned into another scream as she was roughly snatched up. She cried out, struggling against the man and reaching out for her mother, desperate. "Mother. M-mother, no. MOTHER!!!" She screeched out, choking on her own saliva and tears, being dragged away from her home and from what she thought was a safe place.
Iggy was taken from her homeland, and sold as a slave to Miss Angela. Her first task was as a server at one of her parties, and she was extremely nervous. She had absolutely no experience with this, and she had already seen the beatings and the rules and punishments that happened when you didn't meet her standards. It was only when two glasses clinked together that someone made a comment on her being nervous. Her face paled, and she was taken to Miss Angela. Afterwards, she was beaten mercilessly. She still has bruises and her back is still sore.
Theme
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1C5WeVmHbU