Post by Beatrice Michaels on Aug 9, 2009 21:33:05 GMT
Beatrice Michaels
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
-Dorothy Parker
character basics
NICKNAMES: Bea, Honey Bee
AGE: 21
BIRTHDAY: February 14th
GROUP: Human
SPECIES: human
OCCUPATION Journalist
GENDER: Female
PLAY-BY: Zooey Deschanelappearance
The body
Bea is about 5 foot 6, average height. Her skin is very pale and smooth. As a young girl her mother was worried Bea would always have a boy’s body, as Bea was neither curvaceous, nor developed. But near the end of high school, Bea’s waist thinned and her hips grew larger and her dresses no longer lay flat in the front. Bea has broad shoulders and is slim and athletic. There is a slightly fragile look to her as if a fine wind could blow her away. But if someone knew her, they would know she was much stronger than that.
The face
Bea has an oval face with a long, straight, button nose. Her lips are not thin, but neither are they considered full. Her eyes are almond shaped, wide, and the most brilliant blue. Her eyebrows are not high, but neither are they low. They are sculpted in a slight arch over her eyes. She has a brilliant smile that seems to go from ear to ear and her teeth are white and straight. Bea is not considered gorgeous, but she is quite attractive. Her eyes would be considered her best feature, her smile coming in second. When a person looks into her eyes he or she can see deep into her soul and feel the innocence, wonder, strength, and kindness behind them.
The hair
Bea is a natural blond. It is cut several inches past the chin and is naturally short, though she curls it occasionally for work. Generally she wears it in the current fashionable style. For special occasions she usually pins it up, showing off her slender, white neck.personality
•• likes: men, reading, photography, art, dancing, fashion, her cozy apartment, old town Annapolis, walking on the dock in Annapolis during the spring as the snow begins to melt and the birds start to sing, cozying up under the blankets with a good book during the dead of winter, when the Navy comes to town. Sunday morning scones, avocados, the smell of honeysuckles, the sun setting, lemons, meeting new people, dancing in the rain, the smell of newly washed hair, the smell of a new book, the smell of an old car, the sound of someone sitting on leather, the sound of crickets, listening to music, singing in the shower, barefoot on the sand, twilight time, the smell of jasmines.
•• dislikes: spiders, milk, men in the work place belittling her, living alone in the big city. Waking up early Monday morning, the word “no”, being misunderstood, the smell of a new car, the human body, getting injured, the sound of a nail filer in use, poorly written books, confined areas, needles and getting shots, being thought of as a good girl, inane comments, bad drivers, really hot days, waiting in long lines, disappointment, burning hot sand at the beach, waking up with knotty hair, and the smell of stale milk.
•• fears: bombing of New York, dying before having time to fulfill potential & goals, dying unloved and alone
•• hopes: to become a famous journalist for the New York Post, to die happy, to raise a family one day
Bea is independent. She likes to be true to herself, never trying to be someone other people want. She has her set of morals and values and follows them, but is sometimes too hard on her friends and children when she expects them to follow too. She understands people and their personality very well.
Bea is generally a happy person. But when she is angry, all hell breaks loose. Bea becomes an Amazonian when she’s angry, and no one would want to meet her. Over all, she is mostly seen smiling. She is funny. She likes to laugh. She is loyal, kind, compassionate, creative, and original. She also believes in love and soul mates, but not love at first site. She can be very stubborn and sometimes will refuse to do anything. She sometimes feels confined in her world.
On the matter of love and crushes, Bea is a flirt, though she is also a tease. Bea doesn't just settle for anyone, and she rarely has serious relationships unless he is truly worth it. On the matter of enemies, Bea is not someone to have on your bad side. She is like the goddess Hera when she’s angry or jealous. She can be very mean and sometimes will go as far as revenge. On the matter of friendship, she is a great friend. She helps her friends in need and is loyal and trusting.
Bea is a very loyal person. She will stand up for someone. "I may not believe what you believe, but I will help let you say it," is her motto, in a sense. She believes in fairness and justness. Not eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth so to say. But if someone did something wrong, then that person should somehow be punished, but not by her, unless it's personal. She believes in trust. She will trust someone and in return expect the same. Bea believes in treating people the same way you want to be treated, but her anger could make her forget that.
As stated before, Bea has a temper. Sometimes she forgets tact and will take her anger out on people. She has a very powerful yelling voice. Though generally a good judge of character, Bea does sometimes misunderstand people and situations in a negative way and will get angry or upset and sometimes will pout. Bea as a rule never lies, though she is excellent at it and will lie to get a story and she tends to break her rule.
Bea is terribly stubborn. She does not like the word no and will hound and annoy until she gets what she wants from people. Sometimes she will do something when she's told it's too dangerous and will often get herself into trouble or into life threatening situations.
After her fiancé's death, Bea has built a wall around her heart. Though she does care for people, she does not show it. She tries not to emotionally attach herself to people. People could call her an ice queen which hurts her, but no one has been able to thaw her out yet.family & history
Father: Mark Michaels
Mother: Ann Michaels
Siblings: n/a
Others: Michael Barns – fiancé - dead
Beatrice grew up on Fleet Street in Old Town Annapolis, Maryland; only two minutes away from the Annapolis Naval Academy. She was the only child of Mark and Ann Michaels. Mark was a lawyer for a Maritime Law firm and Ann stayed at home and baked pies for the family, the neighbors, and the middies trapped behind their large blue gates.
As a young girl, Bea’s father would to take her to the St. John’s College campus on College Avenue where she would be able to walk around the Liberty Tree and run across the quad to the back campus and College Creek. On Sundays, after church, families would sit on the grass and have picnics. Life in general was quite good.
Bea was good in school. She earned high marks and was generally a teacher’s pet, even if she didn’t try. She had a steady boyfriend through high school. His name was Michael Barns. After they graduated, he attended the Naval Academy and Bea went to St. John’s College. Her love for books overrode her mother’s desires and so Bea was educated in the Great Books Program while her boyfriend learned how to lead men into war.
Michael proposed to Bea when they were in their senior year in college and she accepted. But on a routine excursion out at sea, a missile malfunctioned and he died. She would miss bicycling down to the main gate and dropping off cookies she would bake for him to keep her in his heart. The last night before she would never see him again they had spent a night together that neither would ever forget. Bea’s parents would have disapproved if they had not been out of town.
Three months later, Bea learned she was pregnant and a week later she learned of Michael’s death. The grief caused her to lose her baby before she was able to even tell her parents. Keeping the miscarriage a secret, Bea moved to New York and applied for a journalist position at the New York Post. She would never forget Michael, but she knew she had to move on as life was too short and she had things she wanted to achieve.the roleplayer
NAME: Anni
GENDER: female
AGE: 19 1/2
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 3 to 4 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
HOW YOU FOUND US: through another RPG
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Zoot suit riot
throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot
Pull a comb through your coal black hair
Blow Daddy!
You got me in a sway
and I want to swing you done
Now you sailors know
Where your women come for love
The music was loud and pretty fast, but Bea was able to keep up with her partner. Of course she was more experienced as she had been taking swing dance lessons at St. John's College in Annapolis, Maryland since she was only 13 years old. Suddenly Bea's partner twisted her into a sweetheart and then they were doing the charleston. To this song it was quit fast and much of a work out. Bea's slender, pale legs kicked out from under pale pink dress. Her short blond hair bounced in waves around her face and her smile was wider than ever. She could not suppress the giggles that escaped from within as in that moment, Bea was truly happy.
Bea was rarely truly happy unless she was doing something that made her smile so. Be it dancing or sewing a new dress from a Vogue runway patterns. Most of her clothes were handmade by her. It was the only way to get high fashion cheap. And during this war it was best not to waste money on clothes.
Finally the song ended and her partner, a mid who must have been fresh out of the Naval Academy and already sailing the seas, took her arm and escorted her back to her seat.
"Thank you," he said with a slight southern drawl. "That was quite wonderful indeed." He would have chatted her up a bit more, Bea claimed she had to leave. It was a Sunday night after all and she did have to go to work the next day.
Escaping the dance and the mid, Bea picked up her purse, coat, and hat and existed the building. New York at night was quite beautiful. The lights and the window displays were always entertaining. A few sailors walked across the sreet and nodded their heads in Bea's direction when they passed her. The Navy was in town and the whole city was buzzing to accommodate them.
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