Post by Persephone Ruspoli on Oct 22, 2009 18:35:13 GMT -6
Persephone Opal Ruspoli
vitals
nick names = Perse
gender = female
age = 22
race = human
homeworld = Terra
areas of skill = photography, preformance art, sculpting
preferred profession = artist
starting location = Terra[/size][/ul]
visuals
hair = shoulder-length, alternates between pink and blonde
eyes = blue
distinguishing features = a few minor nicks and cuts on the insides of her elbows[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = critics, sell-outs, posers
strengths = creative, fearless, empathetic
weaknesses = impulsive, sharp-tongued, argumentative
describe full personality = Persephone, like most artistic people, is overflowing with strong emotions. She has no problem saying what's on her mind or making sure you know if she does or doesn't like you. Her passionate nature is at war with the years of discipline she learned at boarding school to make her a proper Top lady and she often finds herself acting out in private to deal with her public persona. [/size][/ul]
so the story begins...
Persephone, like many other Top children, was born to a set of parents who did not love one another but had married for political and strategic reasons. For most of her childhood, Persephone did not realize marriage was meant to be anything else, and that other families did things together instead of separately. Half the year was spent with her mother, whose family owned Terra's premier construction company, and she spent her days on the rooftops, surrounded by lush greenery, flowering plants and trees. The other half of the year was spent with her father whose family owned the great smelters that ran below the city. She spent much of her time with him, learning how the company worked and how the other half lived.
She was sent to the finest boarding schools with private tutors and enough pocket money to buy whatever she pleased. Persephone excelled in art, producing excellent lifelike sculptures that her mother delighted over and taking photos of the Below that her father appreciated. The only time in her life she saw her parents at the same function was her graduation, where they sat on opposite sides of the auditorium.
They both paid for Persephone's education, standing back and letting her get out her teenage rebellion. Perse dyed her hair pink and added performance art to the list of artistic endeavours she was involved with. It was at one of her shows that she met Titus Vere. It was love (or lust) at first sight and they two embarked on a whirlwind romance that lasted two years, and then promptly detonated. Unlike her parents, she and Titus remained on friendly terms with an agreement to get married if they were still single at 30 and 28 respectively.
Rebellion is starting to lose it's charm for Perse, swapping back and forth between blonde and pink more than she cares to admit, but she still feels she has plenty left to say with her art.
role play example =
"FIKING PHILISTINES!" The pink-haired artist yelled, chucking her padd at the wall and listening for the satisfying crack of plastic as it hit.
It was common to see Persephone so upset the morning after the opening of her newest show. While Perse did her best to be level-headed, she was powerless in the face of criticism. And there was always criticism. Her statues weren't daring enough, her photographs were too edgy, and her performance art was incomprehensible. It was if they wanted their hands held through her work, explanations spoon-fed to them in dumbed down Common.
Her parent's congratulations wasn't enough to soothe her bruised ego. Her mother had come in person, her father had viewed the virtual feed, and they both had enjoyed Perse's latest exhibit (Purgatorio, an exploration of the the Divine Comedy's second act). It wasn't her best work, and Persephone knew that, yet she was still infuriated by the critics once again completely missing the point of her work or being inflammatory for no reason.
The maid came in and scooped up the remains of the padd. It would be taken away to be replaced or repaired, and returned just in time for Persephone's next art show where it would once again meet the wall at high speeds.
Persephone turned her attention to the larger viewscreen on the wall and quickly began planning out her next exhibit. Perhaps some sort of reaction to critics, as cliche as it sounded. Some of her best work drew on her strongest emotions, and there was nothing stronger than her hate for the idiots who worked for Terra's premier art magazine, DuChek.
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the real you
age = 25
how did you find us? = Sarah
any last words? = addicted to a life of material [/size][/ul][/font]
