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Post by Veldznich on Aug 2, 2011 16:54:18 GMT -5
APPLICATION FORM
NAME:
Mia Justus Firion
NICKNAME(S):
Em, Mai, Firion AGE:
17
GENDER:
Female
ORIENTATION:
Heterosexual
BIRTH DATE:
September 2nd 1994
DIGIMON:
APPEARANCE:
With eyes of emerald and hair the colour of blood, this girl can easily stick out in a crowd. Her hair length is only to her shoulders, and (if looked at closely enough) has a few stray streaks of dark brown within it. She stands around “4”9’ in height, with a skinny, but slightly muscular build, and a fair complexion. Mia looks a little scary when she’s walking around alone. She has this thoughtful frown on her face that has gained her a reputation in school for being a badass, or something like that. These rumours have become even more exaggerated as she’s gotten older due to the fact that she went for a tattoo on the left side of her face at the age of 14. It’s been designed purely with black ink, and resembles a Celtic-style bundle of thorned-roses and ivy.
Her attire mostly consists of casual clothes. She would not be seen dead in something like a dress, or skirt. She finds them incredibly annoying to wear.
During the spring and summer Mia dons a blue, lavender, or white shirt, with either similar coloured shorts, or grey/black trousers depending on the weather. In the autumn she puts on her favourite jacket, a black cotton waist-length thing, with a silver zip running from the left to the right, it has been decorated with pins she’s collected over the years. In the winter Mia puts on either a thick ice-blue coat with a furred hood inside and out, or a jumper designed with purple and cerulean stripes.
PERSONALITY:
Despite Mia’s constant frown she’s actually a very kind-hearted girl. To classmates she may seem a little on the quiet side, but that’s only because they haven’t seen her outside of the classroom. She can handle situations that most others can’t in a calm and sophisticated manner. For instance, a spider in the bathtub, her mother wouldn’t be able to handle it. She’d keep going on about how there’s an eight-legged insect in the bath and how she won’t go in there until it’s gone. Hearing this, Mia would casually walk in, scoop up the spider, and shove it outside, as simple as that.
She can be a bit lazy at times, however she will get things done eventually. (Only it’ll be at her own pace.) Mia’s actually quite a bit of an artist as well, you can often find her with a sketch book in hand doodling some sort of mystical creature, or animal. She also writes in her spare time, but like most of those in the artistic department, she can sometimes get into a bit of a grump/slump over how bad her artwork, and writing skills are.
HISTORY:
Both her mother (Grace Firion) and father (Frank Firion) were born in Lancashire. They both had decent jobs, with fairly good pay, and bought a pretty house with three separate bedrooms. Even now the trio still live there, with their two cats, and a parrot.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
"Moooom! The cat's gone to town on the carpet again!"
"Right, well, throw the cat outside for me then."
What the heck? Really? Mia sighed and shook her head, then crouched down to scoop up the yowling tabby. Why did Mom have to be so harsh to poor Parsley? Wasn't it in a cats nature to scratch at things? They really needed to get one of those scratching posts for him...
Hitching the feline to her right side, she walked over to the back door, and pulled it open with one hand. "Sorry about this, Pars," she muttered, dropping the cat onto the pavement, "This is for your own good, you know." Shaking her head, she shut the door.
From the other room Katrina gave a shriek, "Mustard and sauce! Mustard and sauce!" Where the heck had that damn parrot learnt that from? Mia certainly hadn't taught her that. Brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face, she made her way over to the living room, and plonked herself down on the couch.
"Memento mori," the parrot told her gravely.
"Right," Mia mumbled leaning back and resting her arms on the backrest. Katrina was picking up stranger and stranger things as the weeks wore on. The redhead wouldn't have minded if she'd had the brightly coloured bird for a couple of years. Then it would make sense. However, Grace had only bought it from the local pet shop a month or so ago... So where was it learning these things?
The parrot paused for a moment to preen herself with a crooked beak, then straightened up once more and yelled out, "Digital stream."
"Whatever, you daft bird."
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