Meredith Joplin

"Originality implies being bold enough to go beyond accepted norms"

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a character in “The Gilded”, originally authored by sappho, as played by RolePlayGateway





xxxn a m e xx;xx meredith arnette joplin

xxxn i c k n a m e s xx;xx mer, jett

xxxg e n d e r xx;xx female

xxxa g e xx;xx 24

xxxb i r t h d a y xx;xx april 2nd

xxxs e x u a l i t y xx;xx heterosexual

xxxo c c u p a t i o n xx;xx designer


xxxh e i g h t xx;xx 5' 9''

xxxw e i g h t xx;xx 104 lbs

xxxb o d yx t y p e xx;xx ectomorph

xxxa p p e a r a n c e xx;xx Growing up Meredith never thought herself to be beautiful. Besides the countless teasing from her brother, Meredith saw beauty in a different way. Soft features, warm eyes and smile. everything Meredith wasn't. Her short-cropped blonde hair, dark eyebrows and large hazel eyes gave her an intimidating look, or to her brother 'alien'. As she grew older, she learned to love her angular features, but deep down she lacks in self confidence.

Meredith lives and breathes the fashion world around her. She has a deep rooted respect for every color and pattern that she has ever laid eyes on and has nearly created an outfit for each option. Her outfit of the day can range from lazy to daring, depending on the mood she's in. She loves experimenting with body paint, gold, and nearly everything she can get her hands on. She loves to stand out.

xxxp e r s o n a l i t y xx;xx

xxxxMeredith has always been strange. She is extroverted to most, but introverted to some. She is daring, bold, passionate, but shy, timid, and humble. Complete polar opposites make up her persona. She has always been a bit quirky, but deep down is a gentle soul. When it comes to introducing herself to others, she is quite well at coming up with a confident, stagnant persona, but she just yearns to be home, curled up with a sketch book and warm hot chocolate.

Most know her as the adventurous, daring Joplin sibling as opposed to her brother who was always more cynical and practical. Meredith yearned for adventure as a child and that curious nature still holds a small bit of her heart. She has never had too much of an ego, but growing up she understood that she had a higher place above others. She is very goal-oriented and when she knows what she want, she wont let anyone stop her from achieving her goal. Whether that be through subtle charm, or cutthroat competition. She would never consider herself to be academically smart, but she is cunning in a crafty way.

Meredith gets easily frustrated, and has a tendency to shut herself in a room for hours upon end when she's upset. She is almost awkward when it comes to receiving comfort because she has never been quite good at giving it herself. Not to mention her sharp tongue sometimes can get her into quite a bit of trouble.

xxxl i k e s xx;xx Meredith loves sketching or designing in her free time, anything to keep her hands busy. While she's never been exceptionally good at cooking she still tries out various new recipes, despite the near destruction of her kitchen countless times. Her mother keeps begging her to hire a cook, but she promptly refuses. On a nice day, she loves taking a stroll through Arcadia or just shopping and getting out in general. Whenever she is invited to an event or party, she never refuses. The music, food, and atmosphere is an experience altogether for her and she loves it. She adores aquatic life, and keeps a large tank of an assortment of sea creatures which she holds near and dear to her heart.

xxxd i s l i k e s xx;xx Meredith dislikes more of the snot nosed upper class of Arcadia. Her parents were highly guilty of this, and she grew to become more humble throughout her teenage years. Unlike her brother, she dislikes most sweets and candy due to their artificial flavor. She has never been too much of a sweet-toothed persona and would prefer maybe salted pretzels instead. She hates snakes, and rats. There's no definitive reason, the thought of them frankly just scares her. Being a designer also means that she receives a lot of criticism, which she has never been too good at taking. Her sharp tongue can be a bit of a downfall sometimes.

xxxf e a r s xx;xx Meredith would love to consider herself fearless but then she would be lying to herself. She has a small fear of letting down her parents. With their high roles in society she feels as if she owes them something, she's not sure what but it leaves a bit of worry on the back of her head. Her biggest fear however, is not being accepted or liked. In today's day and age if you're not liked you're immediately thrown down the social ladder to the lowest of the low. She constantly keeps a prestige persona when she is around other wealthy few in Arcadia, but on the inside it almost makes her nervous. Sometimes she feels like she just doesn't belong.

xxxh i s t o r y xx;xx

xxx To say Meredith wasn't born with a silver spoon is a lie.

Meredith was born the youngest of two children to Ygrette and Henry Joplin. Her parents were very well known and respected in Arcadia, her father a professor at one of the esteemed colleges located in the vast city while her mother maintained a job as a model. Growing up, Meredith and her brother, Derrick spent their time exploring the city and causing trouble in their wake. At a young age Meredith became fascinated with the ideals of art and design. Her parents dedicated an entire room to her many paintings and constructs, there wasn't a day that passed that she wasn't covered in finger paint or strays of fabric.

One of her fondest memories was seeing a Gilded for the first time in her life. She was twelve years old and had dragged her brother along shopping for hours. To her brother's dismay she still intended to continue until her mother's card declined her, which happened quite frequently. After her brother had managed to convince her to head home she passed the most beautiful woman she had ever seen on the way out of the store. First, she could tell was the patrician that walked through the door, a wealthy man, clean-cut, obviously of high descent he walked past the two kids without even a glance in their direction. Following him was a memory that will always be ingrained in Meredith's head. The woman had the most exquisite golden patterns adorning her body. Thin vines curled around her wrist and up her arms, to rest delicately behind her ear. Everytime she turned the gold would glitter with the warm sunshine that shone through the store window. Her parents could never understand why Meredith was so interested in the Gilded, she painted them, designed for them. To her they were her biggest inspiration.

When she reached eighteen she immediately moved out, and with the help of her parents bought a gorgeous flat in which she settled down in. Her passion soon landed her a job as an apprentice for one of the most esteemed designers in Arcadia.

xxxp l a y e r xx;xx geminiblues

xxxf a c e c l a i m xx;xx hailey baldwin

xxxt i m e z o n e xx;xx central standard time

xxxs h e e t xx b y xx;xxgeminiblues

So begins...

Meredith Joplin's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois Character Portrait: Laurence Perry Character Portrait: Magnolia T. Krane Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Priscilla Johnson Character Portrait: Alanus McCloud Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Xena Dawn Character Portrait: Aris Lincoln Character Portrait: Quartz M. Jones

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The problem with having the wealth and power that he did meant that it often fell on Silas to host his peers and their over-the-top demands when it came time for holidays or any other celebration. One such holiday had always been welcoming in the new year in the dead of winter. Temperatures in Arcadia never reached above forty degrees in the winter, and a thin sheet of snow coated everything.

A unforgiving wind whipped through the streets that day, driving most Patricians into the cover of their automobiles to reach whatever party they would be attending. Silas's was only for the cream of the crop, of course. A man in his position could not afford to invite those who didn't belong there. Despite that, his home seemed packed to the brim. The manor stood on the edge of Arcadia, in the same place his mentor had begun its construction so many years ago. And now, here it was - a looming, multi-story thing of near-palatial quality.

It was Harvey who had requested the layout that, frankly, had no place among the most modern pieces of architecture. It seemed to glow in the moonlight, the white of the building reflecting the light like a beacon. A courtyard in the center stretched the length of the mansion, but it had been covered for the comfort of the party-goers.

It was in the courtyard that Silas stood now, engaged in a conversation with far too many people at once. Like most of the conversations that night, it involved talk about the recent protests that had sprung up in smaller, less significant cities across The Republic earlier that day. That was the problem with mass media, he found - news spread far too quickly. He hadn't even had time to be briefed before the concerned phone calls came into his secretary and the more influential Patricians appeared at his doorstep.

"It's outrageous, I say," blubbered a woman to his right. She was a journalist, he recalled, one of the first who had appeared on his doorstep that morning. "The gall of some...frankly, I don't see what they plan to accomplish." She turned quickly, facing Silas with a hungry look in her eyes. "What do you make of it?"

Societal change slips under our noses, suddenly integrates itself into life.

He had been watching Canan from a slight distance, having let her wander off among the flowers in the garden. Once upon a time, that could have - would have - been him. He had been so young then, but here he stood, a changed man. He could hardly imagine a life without the Gilded.

It was ironic that despite all of his schooling, he had seemed to forget one of the earliest lessons he had learned as a child, that there was an ugly side to the Gilded that the media, the endless commercials and promotions didn't show. He could hardly remember a time without the looming presence of the Gilded.

"We...owe it to the people of The Republic to let them speak for themselves," he began, his hand tightening for a moment on his tumbler of some drink he had long forgotten about. "But we will ensure their civil liberties do not infringe upon those of other citizens." He gestured about the circle, his hand almost hesitating as he gestured past a few of the Gilded that stood by their respective Patricians.

He looked to the journalist now, and she gave a slow nod, already pounding his words into her sleek cellular device with her thumb. They would be across the nation in just minutes. An urge struck him, and he downed the rest of his drink before excusing himself and walking towards the bar, seeking something else to calm newly frazzled nerves.


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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Laurence Perry Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin

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It was a bit cold for a party, but nonetheless Meredith had rarely been invited to drink in the presence of the higher Patricians in Arcadia. It had been a mere chance that an invitation to Silas's New Years Eve party had landed itself in her hands. One of her most recent clients that she had designed for asked if she would attended the party. A favor for the intricate, beautiful dress Meredith had spent countless hours stitching together. She nearly would've starved if it hadn't been for Ren kindly leaving plates of food at her work table while she stitched. 

Tonight however, Meredith planned to stick out. She had to, if she wanted to stick her nose out into the higher classes of Arcadia. It was her chance to spread her name and hopefully acquire a multitude of new clients. She had spent a week fashioning a silver, silk dress that had tiny crystals incased in each fashioned stitch. Every time she walked, a small little shimmer followed in her wake. She was proud of it, and tonight was her chance to showcase her talent. 

The ride to Silas's Estate was rather quiet, she had taken Ren along with her. A little part of her wanted his company, she was practically one of the youngest higher class members in this section of Arcadia, he was the only person she was comfortable with. Guiltily however, he showed her level of class, having a Gilded meant you had authority or wealth in this world. As the thought crossed her head her eyes strayed over to his spot next to her, she had fashioned a sleek golden suit that matched the intricate swirls of gold peeking out from his sleeve, and curling up his neck. Her eyes fell back down to her hands in her lap, which where etched with faint lines from where she had constantly been working and stitching. "There are going to be a lot of important people there." The sentence that came out had many meanings. She was nervous, he could probably tell, to her it was more of reassurance. Stating her trouble, and hoping that the words would make her feel better. It didn't. 

Ren took one of her hands in his own, rubbing his thumb along the imprints. "You'll be one of them," he replied simply. "You're more than ready for this." If he was honest with himself, he was more worried about how he would deal with that level of scrutiny than how she would. Being Gilded meant coming from the lower classes, and Ren was no exception. Parties in his hometown were less tailored suits and stunning gowns and more dirty jeans and faded shirtdresses. Living in Arcadia, with Meredith especially, had offered an enormous departure from any life he'd known before. Just the gold suit he was wearing now was probably worth more than his family's entire home had been. Out the window were sprawling estates that rivaled anything Ren had ever seen.

Each mansion was bigger than the last, and the one the car pulled into was the biggest of them all. The white walls glittered in the light of the moon in the same way every one of Meredith's steps did. It seemed that most of the guests had already arrived, and they were among the final few stragglers to show up. Maybe Ren was a biased, but he didn't see a single outfit that was better than the ones Meredith had designed, or even half as good. He had watched her slave away over each stitch, every inch of fabric until the constructions were absolutely perfect, and in his eyes it had more than paid off.

The mansion took Meredith's breath away. Compared to her flat, this place was a castle. There were big names everywhere, it would be a lie to herself if she wasn't a tiny bit intimidated. The quiet, hushed conversations could be heard all around her, about the various protests in the Republic. She wasn't surprised, there had always been various forms of protests against the Republic, but it had slowly been getting worse. She turned her head slightly to address Ren as they made their way into the courtyard. "Feel free to walk around if you like, just don't stray too far," she said quietly. She had noticed the other Gildeds walking around the courtyard, some right next to their Patricians and others roaming around. 

Ren stopped himself before he could furrow his brow at the crowd. Pasting a pleasant smile on his face, he offered, "Do you want me to get you a drink?" Waiters passed every few feet with trays of either hors d'oeuvres or champagne. A table against the wall held a punch bowl and a water pitcher. The other guests seemed to prefer the champagne. "I'd really rather not leave you alone," he admitted, "or try to introduce myself alone." Socializing had never been his strong suit, and he had never really seen himself fitting in well with other Gildeds. He'd only met a few, but they'd had very different views than he did on being a Gilded. It made him sick to his stomach. Reminded him of his 'training.'

Meredith gave him a soft smile and a slight nod, "I would love a drink." Something to loosen her up, and take away her anxiety sounded like a wonderful idea. As she watched Ren slip away to grab a drink her eyes strayed across the crowd, beautiful men and women surrounded her everywhere, she didn't even know where to start. She noticed Silas, one of the most influential men in the Republic, and quite intimidating. Then there was Rosemary, Laurence, she could go on. If it hadn't been for her parents encouraging lesson on some of the highest class in Arcadia she would've been lost. She was so lost in her own thoughts she didn't even notice a woman that approached her. 

"That is one of the most lovely dresses I have ever laid eyes on, you must tell me where you purchased it!" The women's voice was obnoxiously nasally, but Meredith didn't let it phase her. 

"Well, uhm, I actually made it myself." Her voice came out a bit unconfident, but she flashed the woman a bright smile, and hoped that it would save her failing confidence. 

After grabbing a glass of champagne and an Hors d'oeuvres, he made a beeline for the drink table, hopefully for something without alcohol. He took a sip of the punch he'd gotten for himself and nearly choked on the booze in it. Either someone had spiked it, or this was never really 'punch.' It reminded him of the jungle juice he'd accidentally had too much of at a party when he was 14. The appetizer, on the other hand, was a beef tenderloin on a fancy cracker with what seemed to be a garlic and merlot jam spread decoratively on top. He wondered to himself if he could recreate it at home and turned to see if Meredith thought he could. When he saw the woman talking to her, Ren decided to hang back at the drink table and watch, grinning to himself as the potential conversation played out in his head.


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Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin

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Ren watched as the woman fawned over Meredith's gown.

"She is beautiful." The voice startled him out of his focus. Beside him had appeared a woman, another Gilded, with dark hair and a coy tilt to her head. "You're new," she said. "My name is Luisa."

"She is, isn't she? I'm Ren," he replied. "Is it that obvious? You must come to a lot of these then." He took a long sip of his punch, forgetting the alcohol content for a second. His face scrunched up before he fixed it into a friendly smile. "So tell me, Luisa," he said, pulling her name out half a second longer. "Should I trust the water, or is it just straight vodka?"

The crowd ebbed and flowed until Meredith was out of his direct line of sight, but he clamped down on the lump of anxiety that arose in his throat. His heart rate accelerated, but there was nothing he could do about that besides breathing steadily. Here was a chance to branch out beyond the apartment building, and Ren wasn't going to waste it by worrying about being ten feet from Meredith or saying the wrong thing.

"Any advice for a newcomer?" he asked, his voice turning up and a playful grin on his face. "I wouldn't want to screw anything up."


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Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin Character Portrait: Aris Lincoln

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Though he often timed his entrances to be fashionable, Aris was simply lucky to walk in before anything monumental had occurred at Silas's New Year's Eve party. Certainly, he would have already known if he had missed something, for the press notoriously infiltrated his parties and were quick to update those of Arcadia who were not fortunate enough to receive an invite to the most awaited party of the evening.

Aris's own evening had begun around eleven in the morning with a cocktail party for some premiere at the theatre. His children had accompanied him, and he attempted to keep them with him through the majority of the day, but by about five in the afternoon, the parties were becoming far too rowdy for the children, and he had sent them home for the evening.

And so his evening had continued, and without the presence of his children, he moved swiftly across the border from tipsy to hammered. Aris had ridden out this state, refueling with a martini or a shot here or there. Finally, the evening had brought him and Luisa to Silas's manor.

He had been there for not long at all when he was drawn into a conversation with one of his producers, an ancient woman, and a younger male actor. It was an awkward set-up between the three of them, for Aris recalled after some time that he had been briefly engaged in a prolonged tryst with the man across from him. The actor, at least ten years Aris's junior, shot glances at the director through heavy-lidded eyes, as if daring him to leave the party behind and join him somewhere slightly more private.

But Aris must have figured wrong, for the actor took off in a moment after a passing artist or playwright or something of the sort. Aris had long since stopped caring who was who, for if they were of any importance, he already knew them.

And yet, halfway across the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of Luisa conversing with two guests he hadn't met or even seen before, for that matter. Excusing himself, he made his way towards them, deftly maneuvering around the press even though he nearly lost his balance and pitched into a hedge at least twice. But he made it to her side eventually, snagging a glass of some brilliantly red wine from a passing waitress.

"Now, Miss Ngugen I know very well," he began, approaching the blonde from behind as he gave the wine a gentle swirl. "On the other hand, I can't say I've ever seen you before - one of Silas's parties or elsewhere." He didn't bother to introduce himself, turning to face her now so that she might see him and recognize him and gush over his presence. That was the beauty in newcomers - he could have cared less as to where she had come from, what she did. He wanted to see her reaction, hear her ooh and aah as she looked Aristotle Lincoln in the eye. "But I imagine there's a reason your here. You have the allure of a model - an up and coming actress, perhaps?"


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Character Portrait: Laurence Perry Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin Character Portrait: Aris Lincoln

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Laurence was relatively late and he knew it. The new year had begun with a bang for him as he had just about sold almost all of the cars within his lot that afternoon. He took his team of employees out for a celebratory evening and now, he was getting out his limo and fixing the middle button of his blazer to snap it close as he looked at Silas' home. With a breath, Laurence closed the door behind him and proceeded to walk closer and closer towards the building where the party resided. The door opened for him and he stood there, smirking as his eyes danced around the place, from person to person, until he spotted the host of the evening, Silas. He was unfortunately surrounded by a horde of people so Laurence grabbed himself a drink from the bar and went over to where a blonde, who he heard many muttered about and her name being Meredith. The other person beside her was no other than Aristotle, or Aris, as he liked to be called someone who has made quite the name for himself.

Upon his entrance towards the duo, his eyes scanned over them both then went over towards Aris as he placed his hand upon his shoulder. "Oh, Aristotle, still using those same pick up lines?" Laurence mused in his presence as his gaze bounced over towards Meredith with a smile. "I am sure this young lady did not buy one word of that." His voice muttered softly as his gaze went over towards Silas now as he leaned against the bar gently. Laurence continued to eye Silas until he would look his way so that Laurence could raise his glass up towards him and give him a thumbs up, a signal for a great party. Even though Laurence had just arrived but that was something he was going to keep to himself.

A charming smile came over his facial features as he eyed Aristotle again. "So, are you even enjoying the party, Aris? Or just getting on everyone's nerves again?" Laurence took a sip from his drink after a small chuckle as he waited for a reply from Aris.