Penelope Blaise

[Penelope Blaise]

Penelope Louise Blaise
FACE CLAIM: Jenna Coleman
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AGE: Twenty-four
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
GROUP: Wanderer
POSITION: N/A

WE ALL HAVE A STORY...
what's yours?

THE GREAT GATSBY;;

People were idiots. They could deny it, but they were part of the machine. Of course a person would defend themselves.

The world was once thriving. There had been a time where structure held societies together rather than tear them apart. Where a person could walk down a road without dust filling their lungs and little need to constantly check over their shoulder.

People ruined it. The technology was - as far as her books told her - there. They should have seen it coming. It should have been stopped long before it was even a concern for the world. So how did it happen? Something old stacks of books couldn't explain; didn't have time to explain before it all was ruined. Pride. Ignorance. Distraction.

Everything to be angry about, yet nothing that could be acted on. Join the council? Why try to give to a society that was constantly turning on itself? She was hardly interested in helping others, and happy to know that nobody had interest in helping her, either.

Instead she stayed in the city, but refused to be part of it. Living in the library that was forgotten. Overlooked, much like herself.

THE GRAPES OF WRATH;;

Mexico was nothing like England. Penelope hadn't needed to step foot in the country her family came from to know that she would have preferred it. A place where overcast, rainy days were the norm rather than the brutal, dry land she lived in. Where history lived within the culture and buildings, and libraries weren't abandoned, but rather used.

What was it now? A wasteland, much like the one she currently lived in? Or something worse? It was impossible to know, but she did wonder. Only for moments at a time, before the reminder of how pointless wondering - hoping - was.

Even the question as to why she was there, in Mexico, was suppressed from the forefront of her mind. Infected parents wouldn't be able to provide the answer as it was. No way to know, but only to accept. Or, in her case, ignore.

1984;;

Few go unnoticed in this city. Staying off the radar takes a particular skill that a small number of people possess. If the council doesn't take notice, the Furrina do. Eyes were everywhere, but she was overlooked. Drawing attention to yourself only caused trouble; it was why she was the only standing member of the Blaise family left.

Michael was a good man. He was one honest person in a world of thieves and murders. One false step, and they slit his throat. Literally. His crime? Trying to protect a boy who stole in order to feed his family.

She walked the streets with her head down. Business conducted was only the most necessary. The world outside her own was not one she wished to be a part of.

GREAT EXPECTATIONS;;

As far she tried to distance herself from being part of society, it shaped her regardless. She was different, she was sure, but her hands were still dirty. Everyone's were. People wandered into her home on the rare occasion, most explorers who were too stupid to realize someone lived there. They looked, and they were gone once nothing of interest caught their attention. Who would wish to stay in a library, anyway?

She wouldn't murder, but she would defend herself.

The exact thoughts she had when someone came in through the highest window - the only one that wasn't secured shut.

She was fortunate her life wasn't taken by the intruder. A Furrina member that let her live. She was lucky, too.

And now she visits. Regularly.

BEHIND THE MASK...
who are you really?

SAMPLE:

A move of quick denial could easily be considered an effective move, only if Penny really wished for it herself. The need to hold on was greater than the desire to allow her clothes to fall to the floor, but only just. She knew of the inevitable distraction that would come with the loss of even just one layer. It was something she couldn't afford in such a critical moment. Or, at least, she thought.

Because perfect hands still found her skin as Penny sucked in a wavering breath. She was close enough to kiss with just a small tilt of her head, and the Brit honestly considered it. Then again, when didn't she?

Yet a response flagged her attention immediately, putting a stall in her distracting thoughts as her eyes widened a hair. It was a surprise to get such a straightforward reply out of the Australian who knew every trick to avoid a subject when she wanted. Even if it was short, it spoke with a new weight.

"You were never broken." Penny replied gently, a hand crossing up along the length of the blade on Lucy's arm to settle at her shoulder. The other still held its point on a lion, unsure if the contact gave more comfort to herself, her counterpart, or even the beast itself.

USERNAME: Sai

AGE GROUP: Twenty-four

EXPERIENCE: Centuries. Just about ten years on and off.

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I'm a DLC with Eddie.

[Mel *]

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