Gypsy Babes
02-04-2016, 07:27 PM
Name: Corva
Gender: Female
Age: 3
Design: #2
Personality:
Greedy: She likes to have things, which is in part due to her history. Material possessions aren't something she's been able to keep for the majority of her life. When the band stops for a while, she amasses a horde of collected items that she either stole, bargained for, or found somewhere along the way. It makes her happy to see all of the things she's collected, and each one has its own meaning. She's picky, and doesn't acquire things at random or without thought. Careful thought, weighing the benefits, and recognizing the downsides are all taken into consideration before she makes a decision. Usually, she will have a good reason for getting her hands on something, or she won't bother. When she moves on, she takes her favourites with her and leaves the rest behind to be discovered. Part of her enjoys thinking of those who might stumble upon her abandoned hoarde, and how they might react.
Flighty: Confrontation isn't her forte, and she would rather ignore a problem than face it. She'll keep on walking, even with something serious dogging her heels. It's her belief that if you pick up the pace, you'll eventually lose it. When conflict arises, she tends to head for the hills without looking back. Nothing exists currently that will make her face the music, and there's a chance nothing ever will.
Vulgar and Rude: The gilded femme is far from a decent lady. She has an affinity for crude language and harsh jokes. She has the vocabulary of a well educated sailor, and uses it well. Most sentences are punctuated by mostly unnecessary expletives, and her sense of humor is both dark and morbid. Conversations with her are not for the faint of heart, generally. She laughs at inappropriate times and taunts mercilessly. She's brutally sarcastic, and prone to calling others out for their transgressions. Essentially, she's an asshole.
Wary: When given the option of fight or flight, the charcoal dame will choose the latter. She's cautious to the point of it being absurd, and doesn't like new situations being thrust upon her when she doesn't get the chance to think everything through. New things are something she is open to experiencing, as long as she has enough time to decide whether its worthwhile or excessively pointless. More often than not, she walks with her head low between her shoulders and surveys her surroundings. Mistrust is her initial response to anyone approaching her, due to past experience and common sense.
Cynical and Aggressive: A definite pessimist, Corva finds it difficult to see the silver lining of every dark cloud. She prefers to take the easy route and just glare at the dark cloud. Snide comments are her usual response to negative situations, and she usually gets annoyed when nothing is going right. The weight of the world and her own sins hangs heavy upon her shoulders, and it has made her rather cranky when she has nothing better to focus on. Corva has a tendency to be rather angry when she has her bad days, and will snap at anyone who so much as breathes wrong. Everything has the propensity to get on her nerves, and she runs the risk of breaking bones when provoked.
Daydreamer: Schemes and plots are Corva's specialty, and she spends a lot of time lost in thought. Staring off into space all the time makes her a little unnerving, but its easy to ignore. Something will tug at her mind one minute, and the next she's standing stock still looking straight through a tree, or a stranger who happened upon her. Dazed and lost in her own head, she sometimes doesn't notice people talking to her, or coming closer, and it leads to some interesting conversations. Ideas assault her constantly, leaving her to sift through the cacophony on a regular basis to get rid of the pointless ones.
Aloof: Her general state if that of cool indifference, and she can be apathetic at times. She wanders around doing her own thing, and doesn't really care about others. Meeting others is interesting, sure, but she doesn't think about everyone she meets after they part. Learning about the opinions of others, and gleaning a view of how someone else's world is always fascinating, but that's about it. Sometimes she seems oblivious and cold, but that isn't the case. Her encounters are casual, despite her aversion to social situations. She greets everyone with nonchalance, and tends to be somewhat polite until she figures out what kind of personality she's dealing with. Those close to her are important, but she isn't the affectionate type. At least, not in the conventional manner. She shows affection in teasing barbs said with a smile, light shoves punctuated by laughter. Emotional closeness isn't her specialty by any stretch.
Promiscuous and Accidentally Flirtatious: Corva is a very sexual creature, and welcomes anyone into her bed she sees to be fit. It's hard to tell from her prickly exterior, but she's open sleeping with anyone she finds attractive. She was born that way, but her freedom in her youth allowed her to explore her interests, and discover her sexuality. The gilded woman knows when to back down, however. She doesn't make a move until one is made, since determining these things can always be a little tricky. She feels no need to embarrass herself by making advances on someone who isn't interested. Corva flirts without being aware of it, and it seems to be her natural reaction to meeting certain others. She doesn't notice it, but its been pointed out to her on several occasions. Devious grins and soft laughter are her specialty, and there isn't a conversation she's had where one of these things hasn't been used.
Background: Corva joined the group when she was young, a short time before she turned a year old. By some freak of nature, she looked so much like the majority of the residents of the gypsy band. It appeared to be a sign from the otherworld. Her family had been lost to her, and she was scared without them. Someone wanted her to find them, and she would fit in with them well, it seemed. They took her in, and taught her their ways. She found herself a new home, but never forgot the old one. She grew up, and found herself enjoying her new family, and learning new things every day. She became a sly thief, smart as the bird her name brings to mind, and an unlikely babysitter when the situation calls for it. Not that she likes children. The very idea of having her own makes her sick to her stomach, and tightens her chest.
Making friends was difficult, and she doesn't have any, really, to this day. It doesn't bother her, it means she has freedom to roam and disappear for as long as she wants without having to worry about something happening to someone she cares about. The ability to explore is a precious thing, in her mind. Sharing a bond with a like-minded group means the world to her.
Plans: Well, she's going to be settling into a nice rhythm of wandering and coming back to the band at somewhat regular intervals. Keeping up her connections with the group. I hope she can make a friend or two, and get into some awkward situations. There needs to be some sexytimes for her, for sure. No babies. None. Ever. She'll be fine with billions of nieces and nephews, she'll welcome it, but she is not having babies under any circumstances.
I don't know what she's going to do, long-term. Maybe take over ala?
Also: I will be buying her 3" of height and some accessories if I get her, so she might take a little bit to get up and running!
Gender: Female
Age: 3
Design: #2
Personality:
Greedy: She likes to have things, which is in part due to her history. Material possessions aren't something she's been able to keep for the majority of her life. When the band stops for a while, she amasses a horde of collected items that she either stole, bargained for, or found somewhere along the way. It makes her happy to see all of the things she's collected, and each one has its own meaning. She's picky, and doesn't acquire things at random or without thought. Careful thought, weighing the benefits, and recognizing the downsides are all taken into consideration before she makes a decision. Usually, she will have a good reason for getting her hands on something, or she won't bother. When she moves on, she takes her favourites with her and leaves the rest behind to be discovered. Part of her enjoys thinking of those who might stumble upon her abandoned hoarde, and how they might react.
Flighty: Confrontation isn't her forte, and she would rather ignore a problem than face it. She'll keep on walking, even with something serious dogging her heels. It's her belief that if you pick up the pace, you'll eventually lose it. When conflict arises, she tends to head for the hills without looking back. Nothing exists currently that will make her face the music, and there's a chance nothing ever will.
Vulgar and Rude: The gilded femme is far from a decent lady. She has an affinity for crude language and harsh jokes. She has the vocabulary of a well educated sailor, and uses it well. Most sentences are punctuated by mostly unnecessary expletives, and her sense of humor is both dark and morbid. Conversations with her are not for the faint of heart, generally. She laughs at inappropriate times and taunts mercilessly. She's brutally sarcastic, and prone to calling others out for their transgressions. Essentially, she's an asshole.
Wary: When given the option of fight or flight, the charcoal dame will choose the latter. She's cautious to the point of it being absurd, and doesn't like new situations being thrust upon her when she doesn't get the chance to think everything through. New things are something she is open to experiencing, as long as she has enough time to decide whether its worthwhile or excessively pointless. More often than not, she walks with her head low between her shoulders and surveys her surroundings. Mistrust is her initial response to anyone approaching her, due to past experience and common sense.
Cynical and Aggressive: A definite pessimist, Corva finds it difficult to see the silver lining of every dark cloud. She prefers to take the easy route and just glare at the dark cloud. Snide comments are her usual response to negative situations, and she usually gets annoyed when nothing is going right. The weight of the world and her own sins hangs heavy upon her shoulders, and it has made her rather cranky when she has nothing better to focus on. Corva has a tendency to be rather angry when she has her bad days, and will snap at anyone who so much as breathes wrong. Everything has the propensity to get on her nerves, and she runs the risk of breaking bones when provoked.
Daydreamer: Schemes and plots are Corva's specialty, and she spends a lot of time lost in thought. Staring off into space all the time makes her a little unnerving, but its easy to ignore. Something will tug at her mind one minute, and the next she's standing stock still looking straight through a tree, or a stranger who happened upon her. Dazed and lost in her own head, she sometimes doesn't notice people talking to her, or coming closer, and it leads to some interesting conversations. Ideas assault her constantly, leaving her to sift through the cacophony on a regular basis to get rid of the pointless ones.
Aloof: Her general state if that of cool indifference, and she can be apathetic at times. She wanders around doing her own thing, and doesn't really care about others. Meeting others is interesting, sure, but she doesn't think about everyone she meets after they part. Learning about the opinions of others, and gleaning a view of how someone else's world is always fascinating, but that's about it. Sometimes she seems oblivious and cold, but that isn't the case. Her encounters are casual, despite her aversion to social situations. She greets everyone with nonchalance, and tends to be somewhat polite until she figures out what kind of personality she's dealing with. Those close to her are important, but she isn't the affectionate type. At least, not in the conventional manner. She shows affection in teasing barbs said with a smile, light shoves punctuated by laughter. Emotional closeness isn't her specialty by any stretch.
Promiscuous and Accidentally Flirtatious: Corva is a very sexual creature, and welcomes anyone into her bed she sees to be fit. It's hard to tell from her prickly exterior, but she's open sleeping with anyone she finds attractive. She was born that way, but her freedom in her youth allowed her to explore her interests, and discover her sexuality. The gilded woman knows when to back down, however. She doesn't make a move until one is made, since determining these things can always be a little tricky. She feels no need to embarrass herself by making advances on someone who isn't interested. Corva flirts without being aware of it, and it seems to be her natural reaction to meeting certain others. She doesn't notice it, but its been pointed out to her on several occasions. Devious grins and soft laughter are her specialty, and there isn't a conversation she's had where one of these things hasn't been used.
Background: Corva joined the group when she was young, a short time before she turned a year old. By some freak of nature, she looked so much like the majority of the residents of the gypsy band. It appeared to be a sign from the otherworld. Her family had been lost to her, and she was scared without them. Someone wanted her to find them, and she would fit in with them well, it seemed. They took her in, and taught her their ways. She found herself a new home, but never forgot the old one. She grew up, and found herself enjoying her new family, and learning new things every day. She became a sly thief, smart as the bird her name brings to mind, and an unlikely babysitter when the situation calls for it. Not that she likes children. The very idea of having her own makes her sick to her stomach, and tightens her chest.
Making friends was difficult, and she doesn't have any, really, to this day. It doesn't bother her, it means she has freedom to roam and disappear for as long as she wants without having to worry about something happening to someone she cares about. The ability to explore is a precious thing, in her mind. Sharing a bond with a like-minded group means the world to her.
Plans: Well, she's going to be settling into a nice rhythm of wandering and coming back to the band at somewhat regular intervals. Keeping up her connections with the group. I hope she can make a friend or two, and get into some awkward situations. There needs to be some sexytimes for her, for sure. No babies. None. Ever. She'll be fine with billions of nieces and nephews, she'll welcome it, but she is not having babies under any circumstances.
I don't know what she's going to do, long-term. Maybe take over ala?
Also: I will be buying her 3" of height and some accessories if I get her, so she might take a little bit to get up and running!