Post by six of diamonds . on Dec 28, 2009 15:49:37 GMT -5
go ask alice when she's, ten feet tall
sixofdiamonds
bonjour, my name is QUINTUS/QUINN. i've got SIXTEEN
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for LIKE SIX YEARS and i live in the EASTERN timezone.
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go ask alice, i think she'll know
name , Six of Diamonds - Oh, sorry. You were expecting something normal?
nicknames , Six.
age & date of birth , 19, March 11.
gender , Female.
sexual orientation , Her card form was more asexual, but this new human form has come with some rather annoying emotions. Those emotions don't differ between gender.
race , Card, but she masquerades as a human, like most.
played by , Rachel McAdams.
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when logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
height , 5'1".
weight , 93 lbs.
tattoos and piercings , Her ears are both pierced once, however, the right one is pierced twice. There is a faint red sort of tattoo of a diamond on one shoulder, and on the other, the numeral six. She didn't get any tattoos, but she figures it's from the change in appearance.
distinguishing features , Aside from her diamond and six, there are a few things about Six that allow people to pick her out. Her skin is a pale white, like that of a card. She is quite small and tiny, but one look at her face proves that she shouldn't really be growing anymore. Her hair is always a wavy, rather short mess of red. She looks to often-times wear lip-stick, but this is rarely the case. Her nails are almost always painted either black or red. She figures the latter is another offshoot of her card-to-human transformation. If she were to walk past, most would notice that her posture is very good, but that she has a stiff sort of motion about her.
physical flaws ,
In general, Six looks very sickly. She is very petite, yes, but she weighs virtually nothing. She's much thinner than most people. Her very pale skin doesn't help matters very much, and while it could be pretty, it just promotes the image of her being an ill girl. (Quinn fails at physical issues...)
personal style , Six dresses in a mix of modern and traditional. Normally, a pair of black corduroy skinny pants cling to her legs. If not, then it is still black, like a black skirt or something of that sort. Either way, her bottoms are always black, and if it's a skirt that falls short of her ankles, she will wear tights. Her shirts are often solid-colored t-shirts, normally red or white. These are beneath a either a black or maroon wool pea-coat in the chillier seasons. All of her clothing has some sort of silver accent, like large buttons or trim, giving them a more old-fashioned, naval feel. Her earrings are mismatched and consist of a silver hoop, a small red stone, and a black diamond.
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and the white knight is talking backwards
likes ,
- Hot chocolate.
- The color red.
- Stuffed animals.
- Drawing and writing.
- Reading.
- Nail polish.
- Laughing.
- The feel of clean hair.
- The smell of vanilla.
- Quiet.
dislikes ,
- Fire, paper is flammable!
- People who pose riddles.
- Coffee.
- The Joker.
- The humans, in general.
- Candles, even if they smell like vanilla.
- Being disturbed.
- Taking orders from people who she doesn't think should be in charge.
- Being disturbed with orders from people she doesn't think should be in charge.
- The woods.
strengths ,
- Loyal to those who are in charge.
- She is very intelligent.
- She is seemingly innocent.
- Rather polite.
- Often is quiet.
weaknesses ,
- Obedient, despite her dislike of the Joker.
- Polite does not equal kind, and she is quite biting.
- Always fretting over something.
- Can be easily bribed with hot chocolate or drawing utensils.
- She can be easily angered by humans.
fears ,
- Fire.
- That eventually Wonderland will be the same as boring old Earth.
- That she will absolutely never find her way back to her old form.
overall personality ,
Six is a silly little slip of a woman. To those who she never speaks to, she can seem almost antisocial. She is very shy, almost painfully so, and doesn't often begin to speak with strangers. If you talk to her, as she won't first talk to you, then you will find that she is quite polite and pleasant to talk to. Sure, she can seem very distant at times, but she won't insult you or try to anger you. She isn't one to play games, though cards who have known her know that she will use that innocent appearance to get under the radar. Not that she's very manipulative, she just ensures that she is safe.
Since she can't ensure that her safety keeps others safe, she is constantly fretting over something. Often times, it's another card. She will also pick apart a work of art she creates in order to make it "good." If Six often speaks to you, then she will ask you question upon question in order to gain knowledge of something. She isn't one to be left out of the loop, and in her quest to keep the cards safe and her art brilliant, she will be mildly talkative. She almost has a White Rabbit sense of fear and nerves, but it's also much like a mother hen watching over her chicks.
If she doesn't like you, and she normally doesn't like humans or riddle-speakers, then you aren't prone to know. You see, Six will bad-mouth you all she wants, but it won't be to your face, even if you can see the frustration. She is prone to a few sarcastic comments under her breath, especially when around the Joker, but she would never say them directly to anybody. She's too polite to do so, and she doesn't want to make anybody upset with her. Most of these comments are either spoken when she is alone, or so quiet that most cannot hear them. She isn't quite confident and secure enough to deal with consequences of people actually taking in her words. Except humans - she has slipped up several chilly words to them because she does not like their appearance in Wonderland.
Despite this, she is fiercely loyal and very obedient. She is a card, after all! Her allegiances lie with anybody who is in total power, however much she likes them. She will listen to your orders and carry them out, even if she can't stand you. Yet, her true loyalty lies with the Queen of Hearts. She would gladly listen to the crazy woman's commands over the Joker, and she has been known to allow negative comments to come out when people support the allowance of humans into Wonderland, even if the Queen was the one to allow rabbit holes.
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and the red queen's "off with her head"
hometown , The lovely realm of Wonderland is where she came into existence.
father , She's a card, and was created for her position.
mother , Yet again, she has no real parents.
siblings , She would consider the other diamonds to be her siblings, however, they were all originally courtiers of the Queen of Hearts court. Seeing as her power was overruled, she isn't quite sure what they do, and she doesn't always think of them as similar.
pets , None.
history ,
10 diamonds used to hold the position of courtiers.
Of course, they couldn't be the Queen, King, or Jack, seeing as those names often went hand-in-hand with specific members. Thus, these ten were numbered down from ten, and stopping at the ace. She was somewhere near the middle, not high-ranking enough as Ten, but not quite as elusive as an Ace. She would bring herself to the court for hearings, and she would act more as a scribe than an adviser. After all, the Queen listened to her own advice well enough. Thus, Six was lost amids the ever-growing crowd of Wonderland, just another minion to push along in life.
She was in the room as Alice came, and she remembers seeing the girl.
As Joker began to rummage his way about, her position was no longer needed. The Queen was losing her power, and as such, her court didn't need the courtiers. Six had been a loyal card, and sadly didn't flee as this human changed Wonderland, not even as his influence changed other inhabitant of her precious world. A few cards did leave, and she took the advice of the older, more wise cards and decided not to cause a scene. After all, cards could be replaced. Especially unruly, disobedient cards. She continues to serve, though she is not supportive. Her position now is similar to a servant, but she is the type to forget about her duties.
It wasn't a peculiar happening when she changed from a mere card, she barely even noticed it. She had seen other cards change, and she had seen their human forms. She was slightly frightened, it seemed everybody was waiting for Alice, and that everyone was being changed as more young humans filtered in. She was dozing off one day in the garden, when she was awoken by some strange fellow she had never met. He seemed oddly concerned, and it wasn't until she passed a mirror that she stopped to catch a glimpse of her reflection. She was stunned, she hadn't been particularly connected with any of the humans, but she could now attempt to blend in with them.
The only major problem is that she hasn't quite figured out how to go back, yet...
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remember what the dormouse said
[/size]roleplay sample ,
(...Err. I was too lazy to come up with one on-spot. This is from a next-gen Teen Titans roleplay. Nessa can identify anything based upon its taste.)
Most people wouldn't buy ice cream in the cold.
Most people wouldn't pile on the toppings until you couldn't see the ice cream.
Most people wouldn't dance their way to a small booth off to the side.
In fact, there's a lot of things most people wouldn't do that Nessa did after ordering.
It was cold out, and the teenage Super had done her best to dress in layers and what-not, even if they mismatched. Two shirts with a hoodie, covered up by a fleece jacket. She wore tights and leggings underneath her skinny jeans, one being the pair of white that she wore underneath her superhero uniform. She had thrown on her Converse boots from her costume, probably the only article of clothing she would actually wear in public without it being covered. A red and orange plaid scarf was twirled around her neck, the same general color scheme as the solid-colored brown hat perched upon her head. The flaps of the hat hung down, but weren't strapped together at this point. Had she pulled off most of the layers in a timely fashion, she could have easily run around as her other identity. A pair of purple fingerless gloves were wrapped around the cup of ice cream as she practically skipped over to find a place to sit among the faux-fancy, metal and red stools that littered the floor.
She beamed to someone walking past before she finally seated herself at a booth designed for two people. There was no point taking over a seat for four when she had wandered inside alone, now was there? She placed the overflowing cup in front of her - a mountain of mint chocolate chip ice cream covered in virtually every topping possible. She was able to isolate and detect flavors of each individual one, why not experiment with all of them? It was a gruesome looking dish, with one red plastic spork perched somewhere in it. She cast a glance around before taking the first bite, ignoring the looks of disgust from a few other patrons.
An explosion of flavors entered her senses, her mind telling her exactly what everything was.
It was perfect.
Sure, the ice cream shop had other, more festive things for the time of year. They sold hot chocolate in the winter, and there were even a few small teas and coffees they mustered together. Some employees jokingly sold something they called "ice cream soup", which was simply melted ice cream. She found it disturbing, it had the usual flavor but none of the consistency. There were seasonal flavors of ice cream, also, like peppermint and pumpkin pie. And yet, Nessa had decided upon some traditional flavor with a heap of junk on top of it. Within minutes, she had downed at least half of the frozen good, still getting mildly repulsed looks from other citizens who were there with their heated beverages and small children.
But it was worth it, she decided without hesitation.
Most people wouldn't buy ice cream in the cold.
Most people wouldn't pile on the toppings until you couldn't see the ice cream.
Most people wouldn't dance their way to a small booth off to the side.
In fact, there's a lot of things most people wouldn't do that Nessa did after ordering.
It was cold out, and the teenage Super had done her best to dress in layers and what-not, even if they mismatched. Two shirts with a hoodie, covered up by a fleece jacket. She wore tights and leggings underneath her skinny jeans, one being the pair of white that she wore underneath her superhero uniform. She had thrown on her Converse boots from her costume, probably the only article of clothing she would actually wear in public without it being covered. A red and orange plaid scarf was twirled around her neck, the same general color scheme as the solid-colored brown hat perched upon her head. The flaps of the hat hung down, but weren't strapped together at this point. Had she pulled off most of the layers in a timely fashion, she could have easily run around as her other identity. A pair of purple fingerless gloves were wrapped around the cup of ice cream as she practically skipped over to find a place to sit among the faux-fancy, metal and red stools that littered the floor.
She beamed to someone walking past before she finally seated herself at a booth designed for two people. There was no point taking over a seat for four when she had wandered inside alone, now was there? She placed the overflowing cup in front of her - a mountain of mint chocolate chip ice cream covered in virtually every topping possible. She was able to isolate and detect flavors of each individual one, why not experiment with all of them? It was a gruesome looking dish, with one red plastic spork perched somewhere in it. She cast a glance around before taking the first bite, ignoring the looks of disgust from a few other patrons.
An explosion of flavors entered her senses, her mind telling her exactly what everything was.
It was perfect.
Sure, the ice cream shop had other, more festive things for the time of year. They sold hot chocolate in the winter, and there were even a few small teas and coffees they mustered together. Some employees jokingly sold something they called "ice cream soup", which was simply melted ice cream. She found it disturbing, it had the usual flavor but none of the consistency. There were seasonal flavors of ice cream, also, like peppermint and pumpkin pie. And yet, Nessa had decided upon some traditional flavor with a heap of junk on top of it. Within minutes, she had downed at least half of the frozen good, still getting mildly repulsed looks from other citizens who were there with their heated beverages and small children.
But it was worth it, she decided without hesitation.
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KEEP YOUR HEAD
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to jefferson airplane.
