Post by Tottie Braelin on May 2, 2009 5:32:36 GMT -5
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NICKNAMES: Tottie, much to her disgust everyone calls her by her middle name.
AGE AND BIRTHDAY: 17, June 6
BLOOD LINE: Braelin/Confessor
RACE: Human/Confessor
MAGIC TYPE: Confessor[/ul]
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HAIR COLOR: Pale blond and curly. Though the curl is so tight that it would be best to call it a “frizz”.
FACIAL FEATURES: with large, rounded eyes, a cute, yet nondescript button nose and full lips. Tottie's face is pretty but not beautiful. It is the sort of face that is unspectacular enough to slip through a crowd unnoticed, but nice enough to look at if nothing more marvelous walks in the room.
PHYSIQUE: At 5”5 and weighing 136 lb Tottie is just slight. Her body lacks all muscular tone, instead it appears soft and rounded in a way usually attributed to the “sweet feminine” physic. Her tummy has a healthy amount of fat around it and although it's barely noticeable, she's prone to being self-conscious about it.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Her hair and the elbow length gloves she always wears.
PLAYED BY: Juno Temple[/ul]
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PARENTS:
Alain Julia Braelin; mother, 45
Demetrius Sael Braelin; father, 52
OTHER FAMILY: None of note.
OVERALL HISTORY:
Life is a strange and unyielding thing, it did not take much time to for Tottie to learn that.
She was the daughter of Alain Braelin; a gentle but coldly professional woman bound by duty, and Demetrius Braelin; an ex-military officer, now a shell of a man bound to a chair near a window overlooking a city.
From early days Tottie's Mother prepared her for the life to come. She made it very clear that Tottie's life was not her own, but the country's. That her every step would be shadowed by the knowledge that she could not touch another being. Sadly, the acceptance of it did not come easily.
Tottie was and always will be a painfully sweet girl. The sort of child who always loved small animals. It was the hardest thing to teach her not to touch other people. It didn't help that, in the beginning, her power was unexpectedly volatile. Tottie had seen the other children playing together in the street (she was too shy to try and join them) and tried to imitate that with the household servants. It never turned out well. There was once a time when her Mother was forced to keep Tottie in a sealed room to prevent her from touching anyone.
Over the years Tottie gradually gained controlled over the abilities she was forced to live with. Even perhaps becoming a model student in the careful art of the Confessor. She paid a price however, by becoming shy and withdrawn. Beginning to fear physical contact and hurting people in any way. She began to cover her entire body up to the base of her neck with cloth so that she would never use her powers accidentally. When told that she had to learn to defend herself she threw tantrums and forced herself into illness, becoming bed bound for two weeks. Her Mother was ashamed and felt that it was her fault for not teaching her daughter well enough. To this day Tottie has refused to learn any techniques for self-defense.
Perhaps it was that shame that her Mother carried that made them drift further and further apart. It seemed that as Tottie grew older her mother became more and more absent for longer periods of time. Taking any and all jobs offered to her, she'd leave Tottie sometimes for months. When she was home she paid attention to Tottie only when it was necessary and Tottie was not stubborn enough or strong enough to try and change that. Now, as Tottie prepares to become a Full Confessor she turns only to the other older Full Confessors to guide her.
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GENDER: Femme
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ANY OTHER INFORMATION?:
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
A brown mop of hair, a pair of green eyes and smiling, dimpled cheeks. It was a little boy. Too young still to work and even missing his first tooth. He ran through the busy street, little feet hitting the ground with soft thumps covered by the sound of laughter. A blond child emerged from around the corner and chased the brown-haired boy until he finally touched his arm and the game began in reverse.
It was a fun game, you could tell by the smiles on the boys faces and the laughter when they got into other people's way and were yelled at. A good afternoon that would be sincerely missed when they grew up.
They would not remember the small girl watching them from behind the iron gate though. The one with doll-like features and frizzy hair. Her eyes popping out of their sockets in wonder. Because she was not a child like them, free to do as they wished. She was a child who grew up with rules, so many rules in fact that “freedom” was a concept that simple didn't exist in her mind. It was a word without substance. No, they didn't even glance at that child. Though she longed for the chance to play with them, she already knew that was impossible.
“Tottie, come in now. It's time for lessons.” The girl, Tottie, turned and looked up at the woman who was her mother. She was dressed, as always, in black with her
blond hair held back tightly in a strict bun. Her mother's face was serious and professional but somewhere behind her eyes there was a flicker of liveliness. It was strange, that liveliness, Tottie knew it was there but it always eluded her. For all her efforts to make her Mother show it it remained hidden. Tottie turned and looked in resignation for one painful second back at the two boys, then followed her mother inside.
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