Post by Vanellope on Jun 21, 2016 23:56:02 GMT
Vanellope Von Schweetz
"Well, yeah. Everyone else says I'm just a mistake, and that I'm not even supposed to exist; what d'ya expect?"
DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE IMPORTANCE OF BODY LANGUAGE
Age: 9
Face Claim: Scarlett Estevez
Occupation: Street child
BUT ON THE WHOLE I'VE BEEN A SAINT
Personality: Spunky and full of energy, Vanellope can often look like a girl who knows little in the way of fear. She can often be found scaling tall trees, talking back to people who she feels like messing with, all without a trace of nerves. She has a smart mouth on her; and for someone with whom she starts off on the wrong foot, Vanellope can easily come off as obnoxious, annoying, and even outright rude.
More than anything, however, this is a defence mechanism. Vanellope has been picked on for so long, by adults and other kids alike, that she’s learnt not to bare her soul to just anyone – or even, anyone at all. Beneath the sass is a girl who’s been hurt many times, who only wants to be accepted and not insulted just for being who she is. While she may be emotionally battered, however, Vanellope is still a determined little thing; never one to let any inconveniences stand in the way of her goals – even when that inconvenience is a seemingly rather huge one.
Place of Residence: Wherever she can find to get by; she doesn’t have a set home. She most often hangs around the Central Park area, though.
IT WON'T COST MUCH
Friends: Ralph, Felix, Calhoun, Candlehead, kinda Taffyta
Enemies: King Candy
Family: N/A
Gang, Group or Organization: None
YA POOR UNFORTUNATE SOUL
Sample Post
Well, another day, another vain hope that somehow her life would turn itself around.
Little homeless girl was hanging around Central Park – quite literally. Vanellope’s favourite pastime for as long as she could remember had been climbing trees; ya got high enough up, you could lose yourself in amongst the branches. It was a place to hang out where no-one else could see you, judge you, or pick on you for bein’ something you just couldn’t help.
She hadn’t asked to be a homeless kid. She hadn’t asked to have some dumb condition that made her body twitchy sometimes. But apparently that didn’t matter to anyone else; she constantly got pushed away, called names, blamed for stuff that wasn’t her fault. And she hated it, but what could even be done? No-one had yet listened to her when she tried to explain; nor ever would, she figured. Best to just keep a low profile up here, where she wouldn’t be noticed.
Wasn’t to say she’d be entirely silent. If a passer-by looked interesting enough, she might pipe up with a ‘hey, mister / miss / whatever’; but for the most part, she’d just enjoy her privacy while it lasted.
Crouching a little where she stood, Vanellope leapt up to the next branch. She dangled by her fingertips for a moment, aware of the ground a long way below her but not troubled by it in the slightest, before pulling herself up to sit comfortably on the sturdy bough.
Besides, one day she’d show ‘em. Vanellope wasn’t sure when, or even exactly how; but somehow. The local kids who jeered her and called her a reject, the adults who tutted over her ragged appearance and said she wasn’t meant to have been born in the first place… she’d become something important and show ‘em all. And that certainty, for now, would just have to be good enough, because it was practically the only thing she had to her name anyway.
"Well, yeah. Everyone else says I'm just a mistake, and that I'm not even supposed to exist; what d'ya expect?"
DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE IMPORTANCE OF BODY LANGUAGE
Age: 9
Face Claim: Scarlett Estevez
Occupation: Street child
BUT ON THE WHOLE I'VE BEEN A SAINT
Personality: Spunky and full of energy, Vanellope can often look like a girl who knows little in the way of fear. She can often be found scaling tall trees, talking back to people who she feels like messing with, all without a trace of nerves. She has a smart mouth on her; and for someone with whom she starts off on the wrong foot, Vanellope can easily come off as obnoxious, annoying, and even outright rude.
More than anything, however, this is a defence mechanism. Vanellope has been picked on for so long, by adults and other kids alike, that she’s learnt not to bare her soul to just anyone – or even, anyone at all. Beneath the sass is a girl who’s been hurt many times, who only wants to be accepted and not insulted just for being who she is. While she may be emotionally battered, however, Vanellope is still a determined little thing; never one to let any inconveniences stand in the way of her goals – even when that inconvenience is a seemingly rather huge one.
Place of Residence: Wherever she can find to get by; she doesn’t have a set home. She most often hangs around the Central Park area, though.
IT WON'T COST MUCH
Friends: Ralph, Felix, Calhoun, Candlehead, kinda Taffyta
Enemies: King Candy
Family: N/A
Gang, Group or Organization: None
YA POOR UNFORTUNATE SOUL
Sample Post
Well, another day, another vain hope that somehow her life would turn itself around.
Little homeless girl was hanging around Central Park – quite literally. Vanellope’s favourite pastime for as long as she could remember had been climbing trees; ya got high enough up, you could lose yourself in amongst the branches. It was a place to hang out where no-one else could see you, judge you, or pick on you for bein’ something you just couldn’t help.
She hadn’t asked to be a homeless kid. She hadn’t asked to have some dumb condition that made her body twitchy sometimes. But apparently that didn’t matter to anyone else; she constantly got pushed away, called names, blamed for stuff that wasn’t her fault. And she hated it, but what could even be done? No-one had yet listened to her when she tried to explain; nor ever would, she figured. Best to just keep a low profile up here, where she wouldn’t be noticed.
Wasn’t to say she’d be entirely silent. If a passer-by looked interesting enough, she might pipe up with a ‘hey, mister / miss / whatever’; but for the most part, she’d just enjoy her privacy while it lasted.
Crouching a little where she stood, Vanellope leapt up to the next branch. She dangled by her fingertips for a moment, aware of the ground a long way below her but not troubled by it in the slightest, before pulling herself up to sit comfortably on the sturdy bough.
Besides, one day she’d show ‘em. Vanellope wasn’t sure when, or even exactly how; but somehow. The local kids who jeered her and called her a reject, the adults who tutted over her ragged appearance and said she wasn’t meant to have been born in the first place… she’d become something important and show ‘em all. And that certainty, for now, would just have to be good enough, because it was practically the only thing she had to her name anyway.
