Post by Darcy B. Mueller on Apr 10, 2012 16:49:30 GMT -8
Name: Darcy Beatris Mueller
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Personality: Darcy is as changing as the sea that she grew up loving. At times, she is often, more than anything, a child. She is lively, mischievous, and she is wild. She is constantly looking for trouble and devising little schemes of trickery. In her mind it is all fun and games, but to those around her, who might take things seriously, it is sometimes a problem. She is very much about impulses and being at her best when she is under pressure, or pushed to the very extreme of her limit. She likes to test those around her. If you push her back, or prove to her that you’re at her level, she’ll respect you, but only then. Admittedly, she is often painfully honest, but she finds it a blessing, probably because the truth is something she puts before all other aspects of life. Even so, she is constantly harvesting secrets. Dirty secrets, nifty secrets, secrets nobody would dream existed in the first place. It is a struggle for her, knowing that we are, each and every one of us, hiding something, feeling obligated to speak the truth, and yet knowing it is right to hold her tongue. In the end, it makes a liar out of even her.
She has a habit of asking questions, strange questions, and that is often how she finds the secrets she does. “How would you want to die, if you had to, at this moment?” “If you could be an animal, what animal?”. She doesn’t always vocalize them, but they are constantly streaming through her mind.
It’s interesting because she is very good at masking her more childish, predominate side, in moments of seriousness. It is as if she becomes another person. And in reality, she does. There is a divide to her inner self. There is her mother, and then there is her. (Explained in History )
Appearance: Long legged and lithe, twined with muscles and scars from several years of working with Asper at his worse. Her hair reaches down to the middle of her back, and is deep brown, that falls in hazy waves, often tucked into a messy bun at the nape of her neck so that it does not get in her way when she is riding. Her eyes, which are truly more her mother’s than her own, she curses because of the fact that they make her so closely resemble her deceased mother, glint a gold trimmed green, framed by her dark lashes.
Distinguishing Characteristics: Several years after her after her mother’s death, as Darcy was coming into her own and breaking away from her father, she decided that she preferred being called Tris, in relation to her middle name being Beatris, though this is often something that only her close friends actually do, because other’s often either do not know of this wish, or simply do not comply to it.
Resident or Non-Resident: Resident
Job: Darcy picks up small jobs here and there, whatever she can find, which often isn’t much on such a small island as Thisby, but she still makes due with what she can, most of the money she earns going toward anything and everything Asper needs.
History: Born on one crisp, autumn day, the 1st of August. All she ever heard about her infant self was: she was all. A fitful, but healthy child, who was only quieted when on the back of a horse. Born to be there, they said. Her father, consumed by the business of harvesting and racing Capall Uisce was a serious, but supportive man, lured into happiness only by her mother. His work was hard, and didn’t provide much often. They lived a poor, but happy, average life, which unfortunately turned on its head the week after she turned seven years old.
She watched her mother die. It was all she could do, paralyzed with naive fear. It was her downfall. It is, and will remain, the reason she is the way she is today. Impulsive need is a part of her because perhaps if she had been infected with the same driven instinct then; she might have saved her mother, as she lay on the floor, frothing from the mouth and twitching, aneurism sucking the life out of her. Darcy could only watch. And when her mother finally lay still, Darcy curled up on the ground and stroked her mother’s hair, she thought ‘Mommy is asleep now, the pain is gone. It will be okay now.’ Her father grew innately reclusive and bitterly spiteful toward his one and only daughter.
Growing older, she plucked at faraway memories, the happy ones she could recall forth most clearly, and began, by only what she could remember, to picture her mother as a carefree kind of person, mischievous and childish, and so she tried her best to take on the persona that she pictured to have been, once upon a time, her mothers. She tried so desperately to fill in the space her mother had left behind that she sometimes found it hard to remember herself in the process. It was the only coping mechanism she knew.
Still, her father could falsely comfort her as much as he wanted, he could see it in his eyes, the hatred, so close to the surface that is was a viable, physical thing. She was no longer his daughter; she was just this child whose unwitting stupidity was the cause of his wife’s death. Through the years it grew worse. Each passing moment made it more visible to Darcy, until she felt a prisoner in her own home. The day her father died was no important event to her. The house he left behind proved only a hollow shell to her previous life, and she can hardly ever be found there, today is serves merely as a place of shelter to her and her and Asper, which they seek out only when they absolutely must.
Other: Darcy came upon owning Asper by luck, or fate, which ever you may prefer to call it. Her father caught Asper, in a chance encounter along the furthermost side of the Thisby beaches. He was a fitful stallion, small for his breed, but perfect, at least to Darcy. Asper was the last Capall her father ever caught, and though her father would let her have nothing to do with the water horses before her mother’s death, he grew to care less after she died, about Darcy’s safety and the Capall business in general. Asper was left to run wild in the wide pasture behind their house, with its tall, Capall-proof fences, probably the most expensive thing they’d ever owned. Slowly, but surely, and though trial and error, mostly error, Darcy came to know, and eventually, after several long years of work, ride Asper. Still, Asper is to blame for many, if not all of the scars that can be found among Darcy’s body, including, her most commonly noticed, one, long, stitch patterned line dragging on the back of her neck, from the junction of her skull and throat to the tip of her spine. She doesn’t give him any leeway and he returns the favor by not ending her life.
Celebrity Claim: Astrid Berges-Frisbey
Name: Asper
Age: Five years
Stallion or Mare: Stallion
Capall Uisce or Island Horse: Capall Uisce
Rider: Darcy
Appearance and Color: Asper is short and lithe, much like Darcy herself. And perhaps this is the reason she has always felt him a perfect fit to her. He is often underestimated, for his size, though what he lacks in height and stock, he makes up for fully with his speed and stamina. He is grey as the pebbles that cover the rougher parts of the beaches, and dappled, most heavily around his legs and rump. The most easily distinguishing characteristic about him are is eerie ice-blue eyes, a rare gene in even island horses, but especially in Capall.
Personality: Sharp, quick witted, easily set off, but easily calmed as well. He often likes to put on a show, to assert himself as powerful, Darcy often laughs about it to herself, seeing it as him trying to compesate for his small stance, but she also knows that he can cause a lot of damage if given any leeway.
Other: asper -ADJ♦ rough/uneven, coarse/harsh; sharp/pointed; rude;savage; pungent; keen; bitter;
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Personality: Darcy is as changing as the sea that she grew up loving. At times, she is often, more than anything, a child. She is lively, mischievous, and she is wild. She is constantly looking for trouble and devising little schemes of trickery. In her mind it is all fun and games, but to those around her, who might take things seriously, it is sometimes a problem. She is very much about impulses and being at her best when she is under pressure, or pushed to the very extreme of her limit. She likes to test those around her. If you push her back, or prove to her that you’re at her level, she’ll respect you, but only then. Admittedly, she is often painfully honest, but she finds it a blessing, probably because the truth is something she puts before all other aspects of life. Even so, she is constantly harvesting secrets. Dirty secrets, nifty secrets, secrets nobody would dream existed in the first place. It is a struggle for her, knowing that we are, each and every one of us, hiding something, feeling obligated to speak the truth, and yet knowing it is right to hold her tongue. In the end, it makes a liar out of even her.
She has a habit of asking questions, strange questions, and that is often how she finds the secrets she does. “How would you want to die, if you had to, at this moment?” “If you could be an animal, what animal?”. She doesn’t always vocalize them, but they are constantly streaming through her mind.
It’s interesting because she is very good at masking her more childish, predominate side, in moments of seriousness. It is as if she becomes another person. And in reality, she does. There is a divide to her inner self. There is her mother, and then there is her. (Explained in History )
Appearance: Long legged and lithe, twined with muscles and scars from several years of working with Asper at his worse. Her hair reaches down to the middle of her back, and is deep brown, that falls in hazy waves, often tucked into a messy bun at the nape of her neck so that it does not get in her way when she is riding. Her eyes, which are truly more her mother’s than her own, she curses because of the fact that they make her so closely resemble her deceased mother, glint a gold trimmed green, framed by her dark lashes.
Distinguishing Characteristics: Several years after her after her mother’s death, as Darcy was coming into her own and breaking away from her father, she decided that she preferred being called Tris, in relation to her middle name being Beatris, though this is often something that only her close friends actually do, because other’s often either do not know of this wish, or simply do not comply to it.
Resident or Non-Resident: Resident
Job: Darcy picks up small jobs here and there, whatever she can find, which often isn’t much on such a small island as Thisby, but she still makes due with what she can, most of the money she earns going toward anything and everything Asper needs.
History: Born on one crisp, autumn day, the 1st of August. All she ever heard about her infant self was: she was all. A fitful, but healthy child, who was only quieted when on the back of a horse. Born to be there, they said. Her father, consumed by the business of harvesting and racing Capall Uisce was a serious, but supportive man, lured into happiness only by her mother. His work was hard, and didn’t provide much often. They lived a poor, but happy, average life, which unfortunately turned on its head the week after she turned seven years old.
She watched her mother die. It was all she could do, paralyzed with naive fear. It was her downfall. It is, and will remain, the reason she is the way she is today. Impulsive need is a part of her because perhaps if she had been infected with the same driven instinct then; she might have saved her mother, as she lay on the floor, frothing from the mouth and twitching, aneurism sucking the life out of her. Darcy could only watch. And when her mother finally lay still, Darcy curled up on the ground and stroked her mother’s hair, she thought ‘Mommy is asleep now, the pain is gone. It will be okay now.’ Her father grew innately reclusive and bitterly spiteful toward his one and only daughter.
Growing older, she plucked at faraway memories, the happy ones she could recall forth most clearly, and began, by only what she could remember, to picture her mother as a carefree kind of person, mischievous and childish, and so she tried her best to take on the persona that she pictured to have been, once upon a time, her mothers. She tried so desperately to fill in the space her mother had left behind that she sometimes found it hard to remember herself in the process. It was the only coping mechanism she knew.
Still, her father could falsely comfort her as much as he wanted, he could see it in his eyes, the hatred, so close to the surface that is was a viable, physical thing. She was no longer his daughter; she was just this child whose unwitting stupidity was the cause of his wife’s death. Through the years it grew worse. Each passing moment made it more visible to Darcy, until she felt a prisoner in her own home. The day her father died was no important event to her. The house he left behind proved only a hollow shell to her previous life, and she can hardly ever be found there, today is serves merely as a place of shelter to her and her and Asper, which they seek out only when they absolutely must.
Other: Darcy came upon owning Asper by luck, or fate, which ever you may prefer to call it. Her father caught Asper, in a chance encounter along the furthermost side of the Thisby beaches. He was a fitful stallion, small for his breed, but perfect, at least to Darcy. Asper was the last Capall her father ever caught, and though her father would let her have nothing to do with the water horses before her mother’s death, he grew to care less after she died, about Darcy’s safety and the Capall business in general. Asper was left to run wild in the wide pasture behind their house, with its tall, Capall-proof fences, probably the most expensive thing they’d ever owned. Slowly, but surely, and though trial and error, mostly error, Darcy came to know, and eventually, after several long years of work, ride Asper. Still, Asper is to blame for many, if not all of the scars that can be found among Darcy’s body, including, her most commonly noticed, one, long, stitch patterned line dragging on the back of her neck, from the junction of her skull and throat to the tip of her spine. She doesn’t give him any leeway and he returns the favor by not ending her life.
Celebrity Claim: Astrid Berges-Frisbey
Name: Asper
Age: Five years
Stallion or Mare: Stallion
Capall Uisce or Island Horse: Capall Uisce
Rider: Darcy
Appearance and Color: Asper is short and lithe, much like Darcy herself. And perhaps this is the reason she has always felt him a perfect fit to her. He is often underestimated, for his size, though what he lacks in height and stock, he makes up for fully with his speed and stamina. He is grey as the pebbles that cover the rougher parts of the beaches, and dappled, most heavily around his legs and rump. The most easily distinguishing characteristic about him are is eerie ice-blue eyes, a rare gene in even island horses, but especially in Capall.
Personality: Sharp, quick witted, easily set off, but easily calmed as well. He often likes to put on a show, to assert himself as powerful, Darcy often laughs about it to herself, seeing it as him trying to compesate for his small stance, but she also knows that he can cause a lot of damage if given any leeway.
Other: asper -ADJ♦ rough/uneven, coarse/harsh; sharp/pointed; rude;savage; pungent; keen; bitter;
