Post by Willie Scott on May 20, 2007 11:32:38 GMT -5
CONTACT INFORMATION:
Name:Beta
Age:14
Email:beauty_rebel@hotmail.com
YIM/AIM: beauty_rebel@hotmail.com
Name:Beta
Age:14
Email:beauty_rebel@hotmail.com
YIM/AIM: beauty_rebel@hotmail.com
CHARACTER INFORMATION:
Name: Wilhelmina 'Willie' Scott
Age: 30
Hair:Blond
Eyes: blue
Build:Slim
Strengths and talents: She is a capable singer and actress. She is also extremely attractive and seductive.
Weakness':Willie is easily disgusted and scared. She is used to living a luxorious life and she is very spoiled.
Occupation:Cabaret singer
History: (From Wikipedia)
Born in Missouri in the USA, Scott grew up on a farm owned by her parents. Her grandfather, an entertainer and magician, was a regular fixture in her childhood; however his death during her teens helped develop her determination to succeed in the entertainment industry.
Scott originally pursued a career in Hollywood as a Cabaret singer. However, the Great Depression; she left Hollywood , chasing apparently lucrative opportunities in the Orient.[1] Arriving in Shanghai, she quickly found herself in the employ of Lao Che; this arrangement continued until she met Indiana Jones - accompanying him in the quest to retrieve the stolen Sankara Stones (Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom). She and Jones had a brief romantic relationship following the successful recovery of the artifact.
Personailty: Willie is a person that cares more about material than spiritual. This is proved by the fact she had been with many men, but would have given any of them up for, say, a million dollars. She does have pride, but when she smells serious danger, she is very likely to do what she is forced to. With a fierce temper, Willie often does things that get her into trouble later. She is easily scared and disgusted-rather spoiled, to say the least.
Apperance: Averagely tall at 5''6, Willie possesses a slim, curvacious figure. Her long, curly blond hair cascades down her shoulders, reaching to the half of her back. Her eyes are almond shaped of a blue color, and they often glint with emotion. She possesses generous body curves. Her face is oval, with red cheeks, high cheekbones and a determined jaw.
Relationship History: She had been with various men, including Indiana Jones. She hadn't been in love with every man she had slept with, though, only a few.
Sexual Preference:straight(men)
Turn ons:Muscles, smart men, violent men, powerful men
Turn offs:Stupidity, poverty, timidity
Allies: Indiana Jones
Enemies: None at the moment
Things most likely to do in spare time: Sing, take care of her looks
SAMPLE RP:
Mary felt her heart jolt as soon as Percy's arm brushed hers. His touch was something she yearned for. During long, sleepless nights she would lay with her eyes transfixed on his back, wanting for him to turn around and just…smile at her, show her a sign of some love, however tiny it might be. Deep inside, she would hope he'd caress her, or kiss her…That, though, was already fiction of pure kind, with no chance whatsoever of occurring. This was a reason she was eager for social occasions-then Percy would play the caring, loving husband she had always wanted him to be. She also anxiously waited for Percy to get drunk. Only then would he make love to her. It was rather weird that she had never ever even thought of cheating on him. Some attached it to her upbringing, but she was sure that, had she married another man, she would have cheated on him with Percy in a bat of an eyelash. Some interpreted it as foolishness-she knew it was love.
"Mary, may I present Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company? Lord Beckett, allow me to introduce you to my wife, Lady Kirke."
Mary curtsied as manners instructed her to, a friendly smile on her face. Although certainly not sincere, it was not completely fake. She was feeling elated-she was about to be treated decently by Percy for an evening. Dinner parties weren't uncommon for the Kirkes, but they didn't come as often in Tangier. There, they'd mostly be invited to parties. As grand as they had been, she somehow found this more to her liking. Being treated decently by Percy was something. Being treated decently by Percy within the walls of their house meant even more to her. That way she could allow her imagination to wipe the guests away and imagine she was alone with her husband. It lasted for a short time, but it was certainly pleasant.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Kirke."
A standard line, Mary noted, that was to be replied by another one of that kind. Well, this was something she was good at. As the daughter of an Earl, she had had the opportunity to attend numerous social occasions. Dealing with people and guests was nothing but unknown to her. So, she knew that this was a standard line. Those were spoken at every party, every gathering, invented to avoid conflicting opinions and unnecessary arguments. In other words, when someone mouthed them they didn't have to mean them. Mary had learned not to ever judge people by them because of that very reason. If she had done so, all would seem like marble models. People were to be judged by little things, tiny mistakes and secret looks...something that gave away what they weren't supposed to feel. Of course, everyone tried their best to keep within the 'marble model' restrictions. She was not an exception.
"The feeling is mutual, Lord Beckett."
Her voice was indifferent, with a tad of friendliness, like it was appropriate. Her expression went along with it. After the introductions were over with, Mary's blue pools rested briefly on the Lord. She spotted him bestowing a look at Percy-a rather cold, unfriendly one-and then her eyes flew to her husband. There was a tension here, she could almost feel it. The two men obviously didn't get along so perfectly. Personally, she didn't care what had happened-she would always take Percy's side, as a dutiful and loyal wife. Yet she couldn't help but wonder. Percy tended to gain enemies rather quickly. What had this man done to him...or what had he done to this man? One way or another, she decided, Beckett was a man of high standing. He was worthy being friends with, he certainly was. So she made it her mission for the evening to charm him into forgetting his dislike for Percy.
"Mary, may I present Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company? Lord Beckett, allow me to introduce you to my wife, Lady Kirke."
Mary curtsied as manners instructed her to, a friendly smile on her face. Although certainly not sincere, it was not completely fake. She was feeling elated-she was about to be treated decently by Percy for an evening. Dinner parties weren't uncommon for the Kirkes, but they didn't come as often in Tangier. There, they'd mostly be invited to parties. As grand as they had been, she somehow found this more to her liking. Being treated decently by Percy was something. Being treated decently by Percy within the walls of their house meant even more to her. That way she could allow her imagination to wipe the guests away and imagine she was alone with her husband. It lasted for a short time, but it was certainly pleasant.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Kirke."
A standard line, Mary noted, that was to be replied by another one of that kind. Well, this was something she was good at. As the daughter of an Earl, she had had the opportunity to attend numerous social occasions. Dealing with people and guests was nothing but unknown to her. So, she knew that this was a standard line. Those were spoken at every party, every gathering, invented to avoid conflicting opinions and unnecessary arguments. In other words, when someone mouthed them they didn't have to mean them. Mary had learned not to ever judge people by them because of that very reason. If she had done so, all would seem like marble models. People were to be judged by little things, tiny mistakes and secret looks...something that gave away what they weren't supposed to feel. Of course, everyone tried their best to keep within the 'marble model' restrictions. She was not an exception.
"The feeling is mutual, Lord Beckett."
Her voice was indifferent, with a tad of friendliness, like it was appropriate. Her expression went along with it. After the introductions were over with, Mary's blue pools rested briefly on the Lord. She spotted him bestowing a look at Percy-a rather cold, unfriendly one-and then her eyes flew to her husband. There was a tension here, she could almost feel it. The two men obviously didn't get along so perfectly. Personally, she didn't care what had happened-she would always take Percy's side, as a dutiful and loyal wife. Yet she couldn't help but wonder. Percy tended to gain enemies rather quickly. What had this man done to him...or what had he done to this man? One way or another, she decided, Beckett was a man of high standing. He was worthy being friends with, he certainly was. So she made it her mission for the evening to charm him into forgetting his dislike for Percy.
