George Eliot

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Eliot; George; English

Name: George Eliot

Nickname: Georgie

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Meister

Position: Student

Class: NOT

Partner: Who is that special person?

A Strong Body

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Appearance: Georgie generally looks rather nondescript. She's not overly concerned with appearances, resigning herself to being one of those girls who never attracts the right kind of attention -namely flattery or praise- so she usually decides to not even bother. She cut her hair short for convenience’s sake, realizing if she is going to have to start learning to fight that it would probably just get in her way. In fact, you could say that most everything about Georgie was mostly done out of practicality. Her clothes are loose and comfy; her glasses are basic, designed for necessity not style; her shoes even are generally just boots, durable and reliable. There was a time, ever briefly that she too fell victim to the vanity of youth but she learned quickly what purpose that served and she has no time for it. Secretly she wishes she could be like the women in the novels she reads, strong, charming, liberated but in general she keeps those ideas inside her head. Mousy, brown on brown, oft mistaken for a boy; this is much safer.

However, if one were to look at Georgie -likely through a lens she never sees herself- they might notice how her eyes are the same shade of brown as mocha coffee, expressing a warmth and richness to her soul. Maybe they would see the way her hair picks up those same rich tones in the subtle highlights at her temple, catching the light while she bounces from here to there. The more pervy of the world might even notice the light and perky appearance of her breasts or the creamy porcelain of her skin. Maybe even pick up on the pinkness her cheeks get when she's happy and the way her nose and corners of her eyes crinkle up in amusement. The very observant or interested, they might see all these things, but Georgie would never comment on them...she would never even notice they exist. When she looks in the mirror all she see's is a tomboyish bookworm who is strong enough to hit things.

Height: Georgie is 5'11

Weight: She weighs 175; part new found squishy, part muscle.

Fighting Style: Georgie was raised by two very nerdy parents who were both medieval reenactors, as such...she grew up being a tomboy who loved nothing better -other than books- than donning armor and smacking all the boys with sticks. Which later grew into her actually learning to fight properly as a sword and boarder. She even tried her hand at lancing once...but that just led to her father being very angry when he found out and her subsequently being grounded without library or festival privileges for a month. Worst. Month. of. Her. Life. All and all, Georgie has a tendency to rush right into a fight, thrilling at the possibility of battling with every fiber of her being, it being that one time she feels she can really hear her place in the world again.

Personality: At first glance you'd think that Georgie would be really closed off, bookish, and unsocial. Only one of those would be a correct assumption. While she is bookish she is also really quite friendly once you get past the spewing of geek knowledge, the absolute disregard for style, and the potential for social awkwardness. She has spent her life surrounded by open, loving and big teddy bears of men (viking impersonators are cuddly); and women who are homey, down to earth and make the best traditional roast beef you'd ever taste (her mother sadly not being one of the latter, poor poor mr. moo moo, to end up so charred.)

While she may not be the bravest, the smartest, or the most graceful...she does have confidence being in her own skin. She smiles when something makes her happy, laughs when she wants, and isn't above sharing a hug when it is needed. She's sincere and the way she figures it, that's got to be worth something, right? She may suffer from her own private romantic idealizations, but that just makes her want to try all the harder to move forward to something, anything. She's read one too many books with heroes and villians, good and evil, all the wonders of the worlds and the universe...now she wants to be part of it...and learning that she was a meister, was that wish come true. Sadly, she realizes though that nothing in her life so far prepared her for this life and no amount of fantasy books read would ever give her what she needed to face these new challenges.

One more little thing about Georgie that is very obvious upon meeting her, but she doesn't make a big deal of -neither of her parents ever have- Georgie, is deaf. She cannot hear and as such has to be that much more observant and resourceful when interpreting her surroundings. She gets wary in big crowds of people and gets really upset when people sneak up behind her, but other than that she is generally pretty easy going. She took a severe blow to the head when she was fighting as a kid and as such her life was never quite the same, but being who she is, she never let it get her down. That's just not Georgie like at all. >_<

Deep within Georgie rests a hidden part of her soul, a festering that grew out of silence and loneliness. This separate part of herself began as a way to break the eternal silence within her mind. That maddening, eternal silence. When she was little she would talk to this little voice in her head, Veve she called her, Veve was her only companion, the only comfort to an empty world. Veve would sing to her, natter to her, fill her world with glorious, glorious noise...washing out the nothingness. As time progressed on though, and as Georgie grew in her own strengths in fighting, her childhood friend begun to change from a simple, imaginative, oft mischievous playmate to a woman who wanted more than the quiet simplicity that being Georgie afforded her. She began to encourage a blood lust in Georgie, cheering her on when fighting, jeering when she hit too softly or gave too easily. At first George found it encouraging and helpful, but as she found herself pounding away on her own childhood friends in a friendly sparring match, she began to realize that Veve's advice wasn't always to be trusted. In fact, at times, Veve seemed downright cynical, controlling, and vicious, lacking compassion or happiness.

Inside the Soul

Abilities: N/A

Resonances:If you have a partner and resonance list and give a brief description of it/them here.

Out of your Mind

Strengths:
Physically Strong
High Pain Tolerance
Strong Willed (just keeps going)

Weaknesses:
Deaf after fighting accident
Not very strategic
Near sighted
Split Personality
Poor at Ranged Combat

Hobbies: Georgie is a queen bee nerd herder. She can usually be found dressing up in t-tunics, donning wrap pants and going out to practice play fighting, sitting around watching movies (usually of the fantasy genre) or sitting around somewhere all curled up reading some very skewed about life fantasy romance novels.

Likes:
Harlequin Romance Novels
Imitation Crab Meat
Fuzzy Things (Don't you dare laugh)
Hitting People

Dislikes:
Thunderstorms
Being snuck up on
Inconsiderate people
Being told what to do

Aspirations: Be like the heroines she reads about in her novels, to have a real adventure.

History: Georgie was raised out in the country, her parents having a simple house on several acres of land. She grew up well loved and well looked after. Constantly being surrounded by big, happy, boisterous drunk men telling stories of the good ole days when they used to be able to knock lesser men out with “one punch” and their wives shaking their heads, giggling and whispering to her “don't believe a word he says, little one, the only thing he's ever finished off is 2 quarts of ale in one sitting.”

She was well liked in her small group of friends at school, each as equally nerdy as she herself was. They often came over to her house and played knights and dragons while donning her father's old set of leather armor. Her life was relatively calm and untroubled until the day she was sparring with one of the neighbor boys and he got mad at her, some scuffle about wanting to be the knight not the dragon. He went to smack her with a branch and the next thing she knew she woke up a week and a half later, when she did, the world...was silent.

It took Georgie a very long time to adjust to not being able to hear. No longer was she surrounded by the booming, joyful laughter of Drunken Bob, never again would she hear the tone of amusement, love and camaraderie in his wife's conspiratorial whisper. Her world was a duller place now, not as dimensional and full of energy as it once had seemed to her. When you lose something that surrounds and encompasses yer life, the whole it leaves, is never quite able to be filled.

Over the next few years after the darkest day of her life Georgie became obsessed with fighting. There was so much rage in silence, a constant unease that she couldn't shake from her life. Her head was empty, the only sound echoing in her mind was her own voice and the memory, shadows of happiness, of sound. The only time she could really fill the silence was when she was fighting. As the adrenaline and blood would pump through her body she could feel the sound it would make. Could feel her heartbeat, the vibrations throughout her body. It was the closest she ever got to hearing, that pulse of her own action, movements, energy. It became what helped her feel alive again, while her books...her books became her escape to get away from it all.

About a year ago after besting her beloved uncle, most well known as Drunken Bob, the older man, laughing, smacked his massive palms against his thighs and exclaimed: “Well it looks like yer ready to start up some real training!” Utterly confused, Georgie just looked at him as if wondering if she had hit the man so hard she'd made him senile. “Uncle Bob, I'm not a real fighter, I'm just a kid, I'm not gonna be fighting like you did back in yer tall tale days or how dad does.” He'd merely shaken his head and laughed some more. A week later her father and Uncle sat down with her and explained the great mysteries of the family. A week later she decided that her Father and his brother were bat shit crazy... that was until they'd proven it once and for all...leaving her more confused than she'd ever been in her life...but also, strangely excited. Her own adventure, St. Georgie and the Kishin...she liked the sound of it.

Extra Notes: Anything else about your character you want to add.

Behind the strings

Alias: Crow

Other characters: None Yet

Face Claim: Haruhi Fujioka; Ouran High School Host Club

RP Sample: “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” she yelled out loud, she didn't care, she couldn't hear herself anyway and she just had to get out the words, they were bubbling up inside her, from that place that always beckoned in the silence. It was like a kind of madness really, only hearing your own thoughts. As she continued to whack the tree with her sword she could feel the rage boiling over, gave into the familiar feel of muscle sliding and straining beneath her skin. Frantic strokes, full of mania and frenzy dislodged bits of the grey bark exposing the green growth beneath. This tree. This poor tree would be forever scarred by her hate. What am I doing? Killing the tree won't make it better.

Sure it will, dearie, it always does...doesn't it? All that hate and frustration just pouring out...doesn't it feel good? Doesn't it feel...happy? There it was, that voice from deep within her...that voice that haunted her every waking hour. The only other voice she ever heard...because it was always there...in her head, calling out to her. She fell to her knees then, going limp, allowing the weight of the sword to pull her down with it, her arm lurching backward in a most unpleasant manner. She didn't care. Maybe it would be a distraction. She sat like that for many a minute her tears soiling the ground beneath her, sorrow wrenching outward.

She stood up slowly, gathering herself together, composing. Long fingers brushed off the traces of dirt at her knees. She strided forward, open the heavy wooden door to the kitchen, fingering along its stained glass inlay, enjoying the textures, the way the light hit each piece and made it glimmer. This was a memory of home, she'd keep it with her, she was leaving soon and these, these were what were afforded to her. “Hello mother, I love you.” She ran right up to the woman who had tenderly cared for her for the last 15 years of her existence, layed her head against her chest and listened...listened for what she would never know again. The sound of her mother's heartbeat.

Also: Sloppy Makeouts. Mmmmm Yummmy.

[The Sidhe]

Alright, the majority of this looks great! Just a few little things need tweaking and you’ll be ready to go.

Firstly, your appearance needs to be just smidgen longer in order to meet the two paragraph requirement. Be a tad more descriptive with hair color, eye color, skin tone, etc.

Her fighting style could use a sentence or two about how she actually fights, like does she rush in or hang back to strategize first?

For the abilities you can delete the sentence describing what goes there and put N/A if you aren’t having her start with any.

You strengths and weaknesses are goo, but we’d like you to explain her split personality a bit, maybe add it in as another bit to the personality portion of her profile?

For her history, we’d like you to explain how she found out she was a Meister. We know she doesn’t have any abilities yet so maybe there’s a relative of hers that is one which would explain her going to Shibusen.

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[The Sidhe]

Accepted~ Feel free to begin role playing with this character whenever you see fit!