Post by MADOX on Sept 7, 2009 12:08:14 GMT -5
W E L C O M E T O E L Y S I U M
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FULL NAME: Madox Monroe Young
PET NAMES: N/A
AGE: Twenty
BIRTH DATE: September 28th
BIRTH PLACE: Southern Shore of the Country
GENDER: Femme Fatale
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi
MARITAL STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Dancer
FEALTY: Against!State
OUT OF CHARACTER: Brandi!
WAYS OF CONTACT: y!m/hellotokidoki
EMAIL: Creeper!
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HISTORY:
Y | O | U | N | G || G | U | N Madox Monroe Young was born to a family of wealth. She was a happy child, exploring the large amount of country land and beach surrounding her family’s home in the southern most part of the State’s reach. She was schooled at home, being the only child. Picture esque one could say. Worthy of any start to any fairy tale. It was in this time Madox first found her love and passion for dance and playing soldier with her father and the family dog. Yes, all was well for a very long time. Like every sappy story, a tidal wave crashed down upon the recently turned nineteen Madox. Her rather uncomplicated life became nothing but knots and confusion. Late one sunny afternoon a troop of State officials knocked upon her front door. Apparently Mr. and Mrs. Young weren’t so sweet and so innocent. Retired Rebel Intelligence, read the charges on the uniformed man’s paper. Penalty of death for high treason. No trial. No last word. Two gun shots of copper colored bullets and a sobbing Madox hidden under the bed of the master bedroom. Like the sudden summer thunder storm manner in which the men arrived, they left. Madox crawled free from under the bed to stare down what death, pain, sadness, and a number of emotions she had only read about in dusty books. It was then she knew. She knew she would continue her parent’s work, whatever it might have been. She packed a small bag and started in for the City.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
Pearly teeth gnawed upon a chapping lower lip. The crisp Autumn air was already sucking moisture from Madox’s full pout and it had only started. Long legs were propped up upon a gorgeously crafted table, clunky brown boots that reached up her shin dirtying up the smooth surface.. Not being a specialist in wood, Miss Young automatically assumed it was oak. Oak was a rich, dark wood right? It didn’t matter.
The table Madox favored in the brilliant Public Library was tucked off to the side. A large window poured warming sunlight through the thick panels of glass. It flooded over the table and half of the plush over stuffed chair Madox had drug to the table her second year living in the bustling City. This was -her- table. Her chair. Her spot.
Toes hidden away by socks the color of rich maroon wiggled. Her fingers absently tugged at the garments, pulling them up to just below her bony knees where they belonged. A heavy, tired head canted to the side and allowed the chair’s tall backing to hold it up. Madox face was growing hot with the sun kissing against her flesh relentlessly. The girl knew soon she would be forced to rush off to her class. Pull away from, in her opinion, the greatest seat in the entire Empire. It was from this spot she could sun bathe while reading or studying or even napping. She could peer out, if she so chose to, and watch the citizens rush by in one of the side yards the building had. And if she really wanted to, Madox could squint her eyes to make out the details of the Castle just passed the rest of the layout of the lower area of City. Of course, this wasn’t a fact she chose to share to anyone for fear of someone robbing her spot.
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