Post by Cleopatra Brookes on May 21, 2014 19:05:27 GMT -7
Cleopatra Brookes
Cleopatra Mia Brooks Twenty-one Noble Cleo Hope All FACE CLAIM: IA ANIMANGA: Vocaloid GENDER: Female HEIGHT: Four feet, eight inches WEIGHT: Ninety-seven pounds APPEARANCE Cleopatra isn't a very large girl. In fact, she's quite small, only coming up to four foot eight and weighing in at ninety seven pounds. She has rather pale skin, likely a result of staying inside, possibly combined with a Western European ancestry, which isn't something she can confirm for sure, what with her memory loss and all. Due to her proficiency in English and her moderate knowledge of French, she suspects that she might be English or American in origin, though again, it's nothing she can confirm short of a blood test with a suspected family member. She's very slight and rather willowy, despite the lack of height, and it's actually rather easy to knock her over, especially given that she tends to get rather klutzy when she's flustered. She has long white hair with a slightly pink tint to it that can be accentuated under the right lighting, but it's perhaps her eyes that are the most remarkable: the orbs are a beautiful gray, like storm clouds, and although they will sometimes seek shelter from behind her bangs, their beauty is usually enough to earn her compliments despite her rosy cheeks and her general awkwardness about the matter. Cleopatra's choice in clothing is rather... odd by people's definition. She has a pair of white boots that go halfway up to her knees and are adorned with all kinds of pink accents and straps on the surface. She will wear a black stocking on her right leg, which will go up to about mid-thigh, while her left is adorned with a shorter black sock that goes up to her upper calf and have two white stripes on them. Her pleated skirt is pink, the same shade as the accents on her boots, and goes down her thighs to rest three-quarters of the way to her knee. As far as a shirt goes, she will wear a black off-the-shoulder thing with her right shoulder exposed save for a single black strap keeping the shirt up and hiding her bra strap from the world, her arms covered by white cut-off sleeves that are without a shirt to accompany them. Around her neck is a single black strip of velvet with an interlacing silver design that looks similar to a pair of Ls flipped opposite each other and then pressed next to each other, the center square charmingly covered with the black velvet. She usually has a pair of braids in the front when she wears this, the bangs held still by a pair of black or pink hair ties. This is her most common outfit, though she has a few others that she will occasionally don. She also has a pair of light reading glasses that she will occasionally wear, though the extreme slightness of her far-sightedness is something that allows her to do without it for all but the smallest texts and messiest fonts. Underneath her hair on the right side, there's a slightly raised line of skin that goes across much of her head; it was from a wound she was discovered with a couple years ago, and it's speculated that the cause of the wound also led to her having amnesia about the first eighteen or so years of her life. My name is Cleopatra Brookes. I don't know my age or where I come from. But the doctors say that writing might help the memories come back, so the nurses gave me this notebook. I don't know if they're right. But then, I'm not quite sure what to believe anymore. I feel like some empty glass, or a blank book, empty and without purpose. I've only been awake a week, and it's hard. They ask so many questions I can't answer, and I can feel the judgments in some of the nurses' gazes. If I want to remember so badly, they think, I can just close my eyes and remember. But that's not how it works. I want more than anything to remember... I want to know what sort of person I was that not a single soul went looking for me when I was gone. -- The doctors have been running some tests. They say that my brain is in full functioning order... but I don't understand. If it was working, shouldn't they be able to figure out why I can't remember anything about my past? They said that I was about eighteen. I guess that's a relief. I won't have to worry about not being able to support myself when I have to leave. They've gotten me a little job doing some things with flowers so I can earn a bit of money, but I'm scared. Just what happened that I was so determined to forget? -- Today was quiet. There was a cool breeze, and it was sunny but not too hot. A perfect day to be let out of the hospital, or at least, that was the thought. Me... I didn't want to leave. After all, everything I had ever known was at the hospital. They let me out to work and helped me get together enough money to live in an apartment, but it was quiet. Lonely. Miserable. I couldn't take it. The endless loneliness... the hours spent alone... It made me sad. I moved to Japan within a handful of months, deciding that it would be for the best. A new place to make new memories, right? -- I was right. Japan just... has clicked with me. It's peaceful, quiet, relaxing... it feels like home, and everyone's been so kind to me. I've gotten a little apartment that's clean and has a view out to a small shrine, and even better, I have a window box that I can grow flowers in. By most accounts, my apartment is plain. The walls are white, decorated only with a few pictures of flowers, and the quilt is something I bought in a store, again with more flowers. This is meant to be home. I just know it. -- It's been a while since I've last written - two years since I started, to be exact. I've really started to settle into my life and what it means to be, well... me. I've bought a small flower shop near my apartment, and it's doing really well - we're even getting featured in a newspaper in a few months! I'm twenty years old and living happily enough despite the chaos of all the Digimon. It's something that a lot of people don't understand, how I can be so calm about this... but in a way, it's almost more... relaxing. After all, everyone else is struggling to understand that nothing they knew was quite like they thought. I've been having that conversation with myself for the past year. So in a way, not knowing anything different really helped me. It's not as hard of a pill to swallow compared to some of the others I've had to, ahahaha! It's not like it matters though. As long as the walls hold, we should be safe. -- I've started having these really weird dreams lately. I've tried not to write them down in the hopes that if I didn't, I could pretend that none of it was real, but... but they keep showing up too frequently. There has to be some meaning to it. I mean... I hope there's meaning to it. I hope that it's a memory. But in my dream... I'm in a dress. I'm at some sort of ball, and I'm lost. And just when I'm most afraid of not getting out, my savior comes. He's dressed far more elegantly than anyone else around, and he smiles at me, takes my hand and we dance. I don't have to run anymore. But I can never see his face. It's always blurred out or just outside of my sight. I want to believe that it's a memory. I desperately want to believe that somewhere out there, there's someone who is still looking for me. -- For two years, my betrothed has escaped me. She was sweet and innocent, a member of a dying aristocracy that befitted my station, but she was not the one for me. When she was nineteen, she seemed to see right through my face for her. She got her things and ran from me. No one escapes from me. Especially not the woman I have wanted to kill since she was promised to me. She was mine. No one else could have her. No one. But then she disappeared. Not a touch to her money, not a sign that she even existed... I dared to think that she had been stricken from the earth. It was a miracle that I thought would never come. I still searched, but over time, I slowly began to relax into this calm. She was gone. Dead. Wiped from existence. And then came the day that I glanced at my newspaper and saw her, smiling and happy in front of some flower shop. As though she hadn't been a princess only two years before... as though she hadn't been mine two years before. I sent my partner off to steal this, her diary, and it's through this that I realized what a fool she is. She's forgotten everything that I was. She must have fallen and knocked her head when she was running. All the better for me. All the more opportunity for me. She thinks that because she doesn't remember, that I won't kill her? Foolish little bird. I wouldn't let her go even if she was on the other side of the planet. I am a man of many talents, and I refuse to allow her to just walk free. I can manipulate her. I shall make her love me and I shall make her wish that her memory will never come back. And then, when she's most vulnerable, I will end her life. Cleopatra Brookes... you will rue the day you ever escaped me. That's a promise. MEMBER NAME: Kuroya AGE: Old enough for you tyvm OTHER CHARACTERS: Everyone. Hailey Pershing, Tristan Hardy, Taylor Kendricks, Lance Mallory, Alexander Kain, Hyun Kwan, Jeremiah Webster, Isabelle Black, Remington Berkshire, Zaknafain Westhaven ROLEPLAY SAMPLE I can't hear you over the sound of my awesome. |
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