Post by VIOLET on Mar 11, 2007 1:18:11 GMT -5
CALLER, ID? #1 Hello Ma'am, this is the Walmart customer information service, according to our records you purchased a product from us last September - the contents of which remain undisclosed - uh, I was wondering if you'd be willing to answer a few questions regarding your current circumstances.
RECEIVER (Incoherent grunt) "..."
CALLER, ID? #1 What is your name, Ma'am?
RECEIVER Violet
CALLER, ID? #1 Violet...?
VIOLET Violet.
CALLER, ID? #1 And I presume your over the age of 18?
VIOLET As of yesterday. Do I sound geriatric to you ma'am?
CALLER, ID? #1 I wasn't implying any such thing.
DESCRIPTION: I needn't provide a physical description for our customer service agent, for evidently they are a particularly unfortunate IT dropout. Violet, however, entails a considerable amount of patience if we were to undertake this scrutinising procedure.
PERSONALITY: Violet is erratic by nature , emotionally charged and easily stimulated. Her artistic inclination serves as a constant companion and is therefore thereputical in the sense she can stand for days at time, pratically catatonic before a canvas.
HISTORY: There isn't anything even mildly heartwrenching about Violet's upbringing. Her parents were docile, mild mannered accountants who sought to give their children a well groomed perspective on life.
The youngest of three children, her elder siblings, identical twin girls, were both dux of their local college. All perfectly mundane in the eyes of the young Violet, that is to say, Elise Wrigely.
To be frank, Violet was perpetually seeking attention. And whilst she had the perpensity to attain the corresponding grades for the courses she opted for (namely, art) , it seemed far more appealling to act as though she were developmentally retarded, occasionly verging on autism.
Needless to say, her peers did not find this constant routine to be nearly as entertaining as she initially had. Violet had few friends all throughout her adolescent years, save a handful of philosophy majors who envied her tact.
Towards the end of her intermediate year, she withdrew from her studies, which eventuated in an ultimate departure from secondary education. Dismayed, though optimistic for their daughter's future, Violet's parents enlisted her into a portrait commision company, with hopes she'd channel her talent into depicting 'landscapes and baskets of ripe fruit.'
Violet found the work tedious at best, and instead earnt money by modelling and working to co-ordinate a children's ranch. Once granted legal consent from her parents, she took flight, relocating overseas with the money that had been intended for 'additional education'.
SAMPLE POST: Extract from another game -
"_____ boots crunched raucously against the gravel, still glazed in ice despite it being well after noon. He raised his palm to shade his eyes, the sinking sun abstracting his gaze, and momentarily prohibiting him from seeing the girl in his near proximity. He lit a cigarette, having just cleansed his fingers with talc to conceal the nicotine residue. Conceded this was to be his last - which was, in itself, a lovely notion.
OOC; apologies for the state of this application. I'm suffering from sleep deprivation.
RECEIVER (Incoherent grunt) "..."
CALLER, ID? #1 What is your name, Ma'am?
RECEIVER Violet
CALLER, ID? #1 Violet...?
VIOLET Violet.
CALLER, ID? #1 And I presume your over the age of 18?
VIOLET As of yesterday. Do I sound geriatric to you ma'am?
CALLER, ID? #1 I wasn't implying any such thing.
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DESCRIPTION: I needn't provide a physical description for our customer service agent, for evidently they are a particularly unfortunate IT dropout. Violet, however, entails a considerable amount of patience if we were to undertake this scrutinising procedure.
- height/weight Stout, though she is at 5 ft 3, one would note she is proportioned appropriately, and is well endowed in enviable places. However, Violet has made it her habit of sporting apparrel that does not accentuate these aspects, but rather evoke Middle Eastern custom.
- hair In an attempt to emulate the likes of Andy Warhol, she has devoted many an hour to bleaching her hair, which falls short of her shoulders. But apart from regulating the colour, it is otherwise neglected, often forming dreadlocks at the base of her neck.
- eyes Violet's eyes have a tendency to inspire guilt within others. Blessed with a case of Heterochromia iridium, one is as green as the sea, flecked with gold towards the pupil as opposed to the other which is crystallite blue.
- skin Her complexion ranges from pale to moderate depending upon what season she graces, and is usually clear, mind the odd shaving abrasion and patch of acne. Violet has never posessed a great deal of makeup, but indulges in red lipstick and when bored, lacquers her nails in a similiar shade.
PERSONALITY: Violet is erratic by nature , emotionally charged and easily stimulated. Her artistic inclination serves as a constant companion and is therefore thereputical in the sense she can stand for days at time, pratically catatonic before a canvas.
- She doesn't often venture beyond the realms of her studio, but this is not owing to shyness - only a tendency to observe and portray human society within her art, and abstain from personal participation. Violet finds a trip to the local supermarket to be a rewarding expedition.
- The girl has no attitude deficiency, and is overt in voicing her oppinions on a number of topics. And whilst she doesn't rally for the sole benefit of emancipated african children, her heart lies in a reasonable place. That said, Violet reserves little fondness for contemporary society. She shares the philosophy that the world has become far too preoccupied with consumerism.
- With no aspirations for a relationship, she has instead created a focal point for her affection within her many cats. All seventeen of them.
HISTORY: There isn't anything even mildly heartwrenching about Violet's upbringing. Her parents were docile, mild mannered accountants who sought to give their children a well groomed perspective on life.
The youngest of three children, her elder siblings, identical twin girls, were both dux of their local college. All perfectly mundane in the eyes of the young Violet, that is to say, Elise Wrigely.
To be frank, Violet was perpetually seeking attention. And whilst she had the perpensity to attain the corresponding grades for the courses she opted for (namely, art) , it seemed far more appealling to act as though she were developmentally retarded, occasionly verging on autism.
Needless to say, her peers did not find this constant routine to be nearly as entertaining as she initially had. Violet had few friends all throughout her adolescent years, save a handful of philosophy majors who envied her tact.
Towards the end of her intermediate year, she withdrew from her studies, which eventuated in an ultimate departure from secondary education. Dismayed, though optimistic for their daughter's future, Violet's parents enlisted her into a portrait commision company, with hopes she'd channel her talent into depicting 'landscapes and baskets of ripe fruit.'
Violet found the work tedious at best, and instead earnt money by modelling and working to co-ordinate a children's ranch. Once granted legal consent from her parents, she took flight, relocating overseas with the money that had been intended for 'additional education'.
SAMPLE POST: Extract from another game -
"_____ boots crunched raucously against the gravel, still glazed in ice despite it being well after noon. He raised his palm to shade his eyes, the sinking sun abstracting his gaze, and momentarily prohibiting him from seeing the girl in his near proximity. He lit a cigarette, having just cleansed his fingers with talc to conceal the nicotine residue. Conceded this was to be his last - which was, in itself, a lovely notion.
OOC; apologies for the state of this application. I'm suffering from sleep deprivation.
