Post by Olive on Dec 1, 2008 16:06:29 GMT -5
Contact Information: my e-mail: sunshine897@hotmail.com
Roleplaying Experience: 2-3 years now?
How did you find us?: rpg collection
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Is He/She a Canon?: No
Nationality: Earth Kingdom
Location: Earth Kingdom
Alliance: The avatar
Is He/She a Bender?: No.
Character's Name:Olive Coupala
Gender:female
Age:18
Height:5’2
Appearance: Olive takes unusual pride in her appearance. Pale skin covers her entire short stature, giving the illusion of her being frail and ill. While, to other ordinary folk, this would be nothing but a blemish to their beauty. Olive, on the other hand, enjoys the fact that people generally pass her off as weak at first glance. However, if you actually paused to look, you would notice her slender neck, toned torso, and slightly built arms. The way she carries her head high signals that she knows how to handle business if it gets rough. Her hair is jet black and sits neatly up in a bun or perfectly straight past her shoulders. Just below her perfectly straight bangs (She should know, she uses a ruler to cut them dutifully) sits her large brown eyes. Deep in colour, the small splashes of grey that is neatly intertwined with them nearly goes unnoticed. Finally her lips, which are thin and tinted a soft shade of pink. While they are hardly a large feature of her face, they are always gently pulled back into a small smile, making a dimple appear under left eye.
As for her attire, she usually sports a traditional maid outfit from her family: A maroon dress that ends just above the knees, tipped with white lace as trimming for the collar, slaves and hem of the dress. She usually dons white gloves and a white ribbon as a hair tie as well. Below the skirt, she wears dark tight as polished black shoes. The dress is usually accompanied by a apron, but sometimes Olive opts not to wear it on trips to the market.
History:
“Thou shall always serve thy master, for he/she is the reason for your being. Thou shall always protect they master for, without them, you have no life to live. Thou shall wear the uniform with pride, for it is in our blood, and so it shall always be. “
..So the Coupala traditional vow dictates. Funny, isn’t it? How just a few sentences can sum up your whole world? Well…perhaps not yours, but it certainly applies for Olive. She took that vow when she was the age of ten, initiation into the family tradition by her mother, like her mother’s mother, and so on and so forth. Olive learned the proper, traditional ways of cooking, folding, bodyguard skills, and childcare. It wasn’t until she was the age of sixteen that she had been cast into the maid world solo. Was she worried? Of course not! This was the moment that she was praying for, ever since she could recite the family’s vow. This was what she had spent all her life training for. What good would fear do now when her independence was so vital…not only for her, but for the rest of her family…?
You see, the Coupala family serving started in the Victorian age. Olive’s ancestor decided that a maid service was in order to support her large family. Thus, she claimed to be no simple maid, but a maid for the highest in society. She would bend to their every whim and protect the family of her employers’ as if they were her own. Her ancestor’s daughter then continued the business when her mother fell ill, and so the family line of business began: The eldest daughter of each Coupala generation is signed by blood to the tradition. There is no escaping it, so suck it up buttercup and go on with your day. In all honesty, Olive didn’t mind that she had to clean, cook, and attend every call. In fact, she actually enjoyed it. It was three years after she had been claimed as an official ‘Coupala Cleaner’ that she hit a snag in the road
. While it is true that you must be loyal to your employers, you should never lower yourself for them. During the time she had faced a few…complications with her older bachelor employer, Olive noted clues. The lonely man slowly shifted from a calm, collected mind to one that was fueled by brute force and rage. One hit was all it took for Olive to pack her bags and run for the hills. While she could’ve taken him easily, there was no reward for such an action. No, instead, she must find a new employer. She needed to get out. She needed to carry on the family name. What she needed, was a new master.
Inventory:Preferring to be prepared for any occasion, Olive usually carries a small bag that’s been weathered with time. Inside are a few bandages and ointments, a cook book, and a family dagger that she inherited when she came of age. There was also a few cleaning rags and a spare pair of white gloves.
Personality: For the most part, Olive is quiet, kind and contentious. She never speaks unless allowed by her master. Her trust lies only to them. She will dry their tears and celebrate their successes. When loyalty is a question, there is no doubt: If she says that she will do something, chances are, it will be done. No questions asked, no moaning or complaints. Why? For she places her master before herself. She wishes to be their rock and their support. She will be their comfort from the work around them. For that is the way it always is…Her mind is usually calm and collected, her words thought over before passing her lips. Her brown eyes observing every habit, every movement and uses them to please or for leverage. While most of the time her temper is hidden underneath her quiet appearance, she does have her violent times. When that time comes, her revenge is swift and unexpected. True, while she may not have fought many battles, she is not a fool in a silent game of war.
Strengths:
· Strong willed: She refuses to bend to anyone other then her employer.
· Cleaning: He record, so far, was when she the kitchen after a child had decided to ‘bake a cake’ under five minutes.
· Loyalty: As by her vow, she will not stray or quest her master’s orders.
Weaknesses:
· Protective: She can’t rest easy unless her master’s safety is confirmed
· Unsure: When not instructed, her personal choices is usually doubted. Even when cleaning her performance is always questioned with a critical eye.
· Friendship: Since she hardly has any friends, she is always looking for friendship…usually in the wrong places.. Sample
Roleplay: An Aquarius summon from another rp site: Fairy Tail
The bustle of people was a sight that always shocked Moreen for one reason or another. She enjoyed studying them from a distance and learning about what makes them live. So far, she has been able to narrow it down to three things: Food, Love, and Money. It may not be in that exact order, but nearly everything seemed to revolve around such topics. But, such observations were too general to sit kindly in the consciousness of Moreen’s mind. Even the most foolish of constellations could figure out with the same outcome. No, to quench her curiosity, she’ll have to dig deeper into these beings. Every movement should be watched and every attitude dutifully noted.
In most places, she was able just to sit from a far and watch unnoticed. It was step to shorten that distance. It was time to thrust herself into a large crowd and use her skills there. The thought of it made her skin buzz. Maybe she’ll even have a casual conversation with a human-dwelling species? That would be heavenly. That way, she could fully assess their communication methods. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips just at the thought. Sure, she had her master to talk too…but, that was only one small minnow in a sea of fish. There were other species to sort out.
Since she was letting her feet guide her, Moreen wasn’t at all surprised that they lead her to the harbour. The smell of the sea was all too familiar and her soul embraced every moment. The sea breeze gently pushed stray strands of hair from her face as if it was a mother’s touch. This is her element. She had finally found her home amongst the living plane. Closing her eyes, she stepped bravely onto the docks. Although she’d rather be in the water, Moreen limited herself to the docks only. It would do no good to her human observation if she retreated to the water. After a few more steps, her grey eyes fluttered open to spot dead fish on top of ice.
What kind of monster could do this!?
Looking up coldly to the merchant, she listened to his selling schemes without interest. This man was despicable, pulling life out of the sea- her sea- and sell it so dishonourably. The grin slapped across his face made a vain pop out of her forehead. She’ll make it so he shall never create such murders again…
“You bastard.” She hissed, smashing her vase overtop of his head. There was a sickening crack as her vase and the bloke’s head made contact. He howled in pain. “DO YA WANT ANOTHER ONE!?” she roared, acting as if she was going to deal a second blow.
Roleplaying Experience: 2-3 years now?
How did you find us?: rpg collection
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Is He/She a Canon?: No
Nationality: Earth Kingdom
Location: Earth Kingdom
Alliance: The avatar
Is He/She a Bender?: No.
Character's Name:Olive Coupala
Gender:female
Age:18
Height:5’2
Appearance: Olive takes unusual pride in her appearance. Pale skin covers her entire short stature, giving the illusion of her being frail and ill. While, to other ordinary folk, this would be nothing but a blemish to their beauty. Olive, on the other hand, enjoys the fact that people generally pass her off as weak at first glance. However, if you actually paused to look, you would notice her slender neck, toned torso, and slightly built arms. The way she carries her head high signals that she knows how to handle business if it gets rough. Her hair is jet black and sits neatly up in a bun or perfectly straight past her shoulders. Just below her perfectly straight bangs (She should know, she uses a ruler to cut them dutifully) sits her large brown eyes. Deep in colour, the small splashes of grey that is neatly intertwined with them nearly goes unnoticed. Finally her lips, which are thin and tinted a soft shade of pink. While they are hardly a large feature of her face, they are always gently pulled back into a small smile, making a dimple appear under left eye.
As for her attire, she usually sports a traditional maid outfit from her family: A maroon dress that ends just above the knees, tipped with white lace as trimming for the collar, slaves and hem of the dress. She usually dons white gloves and a white ribbon as a hair tie as well. Below the skirt, she wears dark tight as polished black shoes. The dress is usually accompanied by a apron, but sometimes Olive opts not to wear it on trips to the market.
History:
“Thou shall always serve thy master, for he/she is the reason for your being. Thou shall always protect they master for, without them, you have no life to live. Thou shall wear the uniform with pride, for it is in our blood, and so it shall always be. “
..So the Coupala traditional vow dictates. Funny, isn’t it? How just a few sentences can sum up your whole world? Well…perhaps not yours, but it certainly applies for Olive. She took that vow when she was the age of ten, initiation into the family tradition by her mother, like her mother’s mother, and so on and so forth. Olive learned the proper, traditional ways of cooking, folding, bodyguard skills, and childcare. It wasn’t until she was the age of sixteen that she had been cast into the maid world solo. Was she worried? Of course not! This was the moment that she was praying for, ever since she could recite the family’s vow. This was what she had spent all her life training for. What good would fear do now when her independence was so vital…not only for her, but for the rest of her family…?
You see, the Coupala family serving started in the Victorian age. Olive’s ancestor decided that a maid service was in order to support her large family. Thus, she claimed to be no simple maid, but a maid for the highest in society. She would bend to their every whim and protect the family of her employers’ as if they were her own. Her ancestor’s daughter then continued the business when her mother fell ill, and so the family line of business began: The eldest daughter of each Coupala generation is signed by blood to the tradition. There is no escaping it, so suck it up buttercup and go on with your day. In all honesty, Olive didn’t mind that she had to clean, cook, and attend every call. In fact, she actually enjoyed it. It was three years after she had been claimed as an official ‘Coupala Cleaner’ that she hit a snag in the road
. While it is true that you must be loyal to your employers, you should never lower yourself for them. During the time she had faced a few…complications with her older bachelor employer, Olive noted clues. The lonely man slowly shifted from a calm, collected mind to one that was fueled by brute force and rage. One hit was all it took for Olive to pack her bags and run for the hills. While she could’ve taken him easily, there was no reward for such an action. No, instead, she must find a new employer. She needed to get out. She needed to carry on the family name. What she needed, was a new master.
Inventory:Preferring to be prepared for any occasion, Olive usually carries a small bag that’s been weathered with time. Inside are a few bandages and ointments, a cook book, and a family dagger that she inherited when she came of age. There was also a few cleaning rags and a spare pair of white gloves.
Personality: For the most part, Olive is quiet, kind and contentious. She never speaks unless allowed by her master. Her trust lies only to them. She will dry their tears and celebrate their successes. When loyalty is a question, there is no doubt: If she says that she will do something, chances are, it will be done. No questions asked, no moaning or complaints. Why? For she places her master before herself. She wishes to be their rock and their support. She will be their comfort from the work around them. For that is the way it always is…Her mind is usually calm and collected, her words thought over before passing her lips. Her brown eyes observing every habit, every movement and uses them to please or for leverage. While most of the time her temper is hidden underneath her quiet appearance, she does have her violent times. When that time comes, her revenge is swift and unexpected. True, while she may not have fought many battles, she is not a fool in a silent game of war.
Strengths:
· Strong willed: She refuses to bend to anyone other then her employer.
· Cleaning: He record, so far, was when she the kitchen after a child had decided to ‘bake a cake’ under five minutes.
· Loyalty: As by her vow, she will not stray or quest her master’s orders.
Weaknesses:
· Protective: She can’t rest easy unless her master’s safety is confirmed
· Unsure: When not instructed, her personal choices is usually doubted. Even when cleaning her performance is always questioned with a critical eye.
· Friendship: Since she hardly has any friends, she is always looking for friendship…usually in the wrong places.. Sample
Roleplay: An Aquarius summon from another rp site: Fairy Tail
The bustle of people was a sight that always shocked Moreen for one reason or another. She enjoyed studying them from a distance and learning about what makes them live. So far, she has been able to narrow it down to three things: Food, Love, and Money. It may not be in that exact order, but nearly everything seemed to revolve around such topics. But, such observations were too general to sit kindly in the consciousness of Moreen’s mind. Even the most foolish of constellations could figure out with the same outcome. No, to quench her curiosity, she’ll have to dig deeper into these beings. Every movement should be watched and every attitude dutifully noted.
In most places, she was able just to sit from a far and watch unnoticed. It was step to shorten that distance. It was time to thrust herself into a large crowd and use her skills there. The thought of it made her skin buzz. Maybe she’ll even have a casual conversation with a human-dwelling species? That would be heavenly. That way, she could fully assess their communication methods. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips just at the thought. Sure, she had her master to talk too…but, that was only one small minnow in a sea of fish. There were other species to sort out.
Since she was letting her feet guide her, Moreen wasn’t at all surprised that they lead her to the harbour. The smell of the sea was all too familiar and her soul embraced every moment. The sea breeze gently pushed stray strands of hair from her face as if it was a mother’s touch. This is her element. She had finally found her home amongst the living plane. Closing her eyes, she stepped bravely onto the docks. Although she’d rather be in the water, Moreen limited herself to the docks only. It would do no good to her human observation if she retreated to the water. After a few more steps, her grey eyes fluttered open to spot dead fish on top of ice.
What kind of monster could do this!?
Looking up coldly to the merchant, she listened to his selling schemes without interest. This man was despicable, pulling life out of the sea- her sea- and sell it so dishonourably. The grin slapped across his face made a vain pop out of her forehead. She’ll make it so he shall never create such murders again…
“You bastard.” She hissed, smashing her vase overtop of his head. There was a sickening crack as her vase and the bloke’s head made contact. He howled in pain. “DO YA WANT ANOTHER ONE!?” she roared, acting as if she was going to deal a second blow.