Post by Rei on Nov 1, 2011 19:23:06 GMT -8
Name: Perenelle Hyde
Link: vivelarougerp.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=chars&thread=8&page=1#20
Position: The Alchemist (Chapter 1)
Reason: Perenelle, as an up-and-coming apprentice, has pretty intimate knowledge of how Rouge works and what its purpose is, without the elitism and... well, flexible morals that I imagine would come with being in the alchemy business after a while. Not to mention the idea of Peri being torn between a) the pursuit of her craft and her loyalty to her teacher and b) her personal sense of morality. Internal struggles are fun to write, what can I say?
Sample paragraph(s): ((Apologies, this is long and stupid and also in second person. I like using it for character studies, and old habits die hard.))
The study is a disaster zone. Books and papers are scattered everywhere, dust being kicked up in great allergenic clouds as you rush about in a panic. If you're going to pull this off, you'll need to do it quickly. You're not entirely sure whether you're trying to beat your teacher's return from his errands or your own common sense. Either way, time is of the utmost importance, and you have precious little time to waste.
In what has to be your eightieth hurried glance over your surroundings, your eyes lock onto one heavy tome tucked away in the corner of a bookshelf. Alchemy in Ancient Egypt is scrawled on the spine in gold leaf, but to you it only means victory. You thank your lucky stars as you let out a stunningly unladylike whoop (imagine what your mother would say if she saw you yelling like a hooligan, for shame) and you are across the room in an instant. The book finds itself pried from the company of its neighbors and dropped it onto the desk, along with the three other books you need.
You take a moment to adjust your glasses-- they've been threatening to slide off the edge of your nose for a while now-- and survey your findings. All alchemical tomes, some of them of the old and expensive sort, and all related to one thing: Rouge. The elixir that much of your teacher's studies have hinged upon, which he and many others believe to be a true panacea. But the more you delved into the process of its creation, the more you realized how far he was from the truth. Rouge's detriments greatly outweighed their benefits, and there was no getting around it.
You flip the books to the relevant pages, and you try your best not to think too hard about what you're about to do. The Egyptian one is the oldest of the four, so you decide to use that one first, if only to get the hard part over with. You catch the heading of the chapter-- The Lotophagi: Nymphaea caerulea and Its Uses-- before you force yourself to shut your eyes and grip the pages. You only hesitate for one painful second before your arm jerks back, taking the pages with them. It sends another cloud of dust directly into your face but you suddenly can't bring yourself to care. You just tore pages out of a book. Your teacher would murder you if he-- stop it, STOP IT, don't panic--
You carefully remove the pages you need from the other books, trying to hold off your inevitable hysterical outburst as long as possible. You just damaged-- no, you are damaging incredibly rare books. You're going against everything your teacher and peers stand for. What you're doing could cost you your future career. But, as the quiet voice of your conscience reminds you, this is the right thing to do. People have been lied to, and they deserve to know the truth. The papers that you're now carefully storing in a manila envelope along with the letter you wrote beforehand hold information that needs to be seen, and now you have the perfect way to make sure that happens.
You place the envelope in your satchel and take out two pieces of paper. One is a map of the city, the intersection of 5th and 44th circled in green ink. The other is a slip of notebook paper, a name and the words 'Head Editor' neatly scrawled in the same shade of green. It starts to fully sink in that this is really happening.
You're about to give away sworn secrets about Rouge to a major newspaper.
You're doomed.
Link: vivelarougerp.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=chars&thread=8&page=1#20
Position: The Alchemist (Chapter 1)
Reason: Perenelle, as an up-and-coming apprentice, has pretty intimate knowledge of how Rouge works and what its purpose is, without the elitism and... well, flexible morals that I imagine would come with being in the alchemy business after a while. Not to mention the idea of Peri being torn between a) the pursuit of her craft and her loyalty to her teacher and b) her personal sense of morality. Internal struggles are fun to write, what can I say?
Sample paragraph(s): ((Apologies, this is long and stupid and also in second person. I like using it for character studies, and old habits die hard.))
The study is a disaster zone. Books and papers are scattered everywhere, dust being kicked up in great allergenic clouds as you rush about in a panic. If you're going to pull this off, you'll need to do it quickly. You're not entirely sure whether you're trying to beat your teacher's return from his errands or your own common sense. Either way, time is of the utmost importance, and you have precious little time to waste.
In what has to be your eightieth hurried glance over your surroundings, your eyes lock onto one heavy tome tucked away in the corner of a bookshelf. Alchemy in Ancient Egypt is scrawled on the spine in gold leaf, but to you it only means victory. You thank your lucky stars as you let out a stunningly unladylike whoop (imagine what your mother would say if she saw you yelling like a hooligan, for shame) and you are across the room in an instant. The book finds itself pried from the company of its neighbors and dropped it onto the desk, along with the three other books you need.
You take a moment to adjust your glasses-- they've been threatening to slide off the edge of your nose for a while now-- and survey your findings. All alchemical tomes, some of them of the old and expensive sort, and all related to one thing: Rouge. The elixir that much of your teacher's studies have hinged upon, which he and many others believe to be a true panacea. But the more you delved into the process of its creation, the more you realized how far he was from the truth. Rouge's detriments greatly outweighed their benefits, and there was no getting around it.
You flip the books to the relevant pages, and you try your best not to think too hard about what you're about to do. The Egyptian one is the oldest of the four, so you decide to use that one first, if only to get the hard part over with. You catch the heading of the chapter-- The Lotophagi: Nymphaea caerulea and Its Uses-- before you force yourself to shut your eyes and grip the pages. You only hesitate for one painful second before your arm jerks back, taking the pages with them. It sends another cloud of dust directly into your face but you suddenly can't bring yourself to care. You just tore pages out of a book. Your teacher would murder you if he-- stop it, STOP IT, don't panic--
You carefully remove the pages you need from the other books, trying to hold off your inevitable hysterical outburst as long as possible. You just damaged-- no, you are damaging incredibly rare books. You're going against everything your teacher and peers stand for. What you're doing could cost you your future career. But, as the quiet voice of your conscience reminds you, this is the right thing to do. People have been lied to, and they deserve to know the truth. The papers that you're now carefully storing in a manila envelope along with the letter you wrote beforehand hold information that needs to be seen, and now you have the perfect way to make sure that happens.
You place the envelope in your satchel and take out two pieces of paper. One is a map of the city, the intersection of 5th and 44th circled in green ink. The other is a slip of notebook paper, a name and the words 'Head Editor' neatly scrawled in the same shade of green. It starts to fully sink in that this is really happening.
You're about to give away sworn secrets about Rouge to a major newspaper.
You're doomed.
