Name: Pam Bennet
Age (14-17): 17
D.O.B. April 7th
Gender: Trogdor
Background: Optimistic Prefect
Bio: Pam is another military brat at the orphanage, though she has no certain proof of this. Conceived by a drunken tumble between a young lieutenant from Wisconsin attached to the 53rd Weather Reconnaissance Squadron stationed at RAF Burtonwood and a girl working at a chippy, her mother died in birth and her father promptly dropped her off at the nearest orphanage in a panic. Not wanting rumours to get out and hamper his rise in the ranks, Pam's father took care to conceal his identity, although he neglected to hide his accent, leaving his daughter only with the suspicion that her dad was a Yank. With no surname to claim, Pam would later take the family name of the protagonist of her favourite book, Pride and Prejudice.
Curiously, as the girl grew she took on a few traits from her absent father without realising it, first developing a fondness for cheese instead of sweets like the other children. Pam also began acting a bit like a military officer, settling fights between the other orphans and the like. She saw her election as a prefect as natural, and strives to fulfil her obligations the best she can. One of the few things to break her orderly temperament is people breaking promises and shirking their duties; something that may be caused by subconscious resentment of her father running out on her.
Likes: Fulfilling one's duties, Jane Austen, cheddar, gouda, tidy quarters
Dislikes: Dishonesty, parmesan cheese (it smells like unclean feet), abandoning people
Appearance: Ahoy.
Defining Quote: "Spit spot". (This isn't a placeholder for until I find a good quote, no ma'am)
RP Sample: Kroie felt his suit getting hotter, tighter against his chiselled frame. The fireflies danced overhead in the night skies, but his eyes were only on Charlie, and the way her uncharacteristically sultry red dress hugged her fine Southemen derrière and hinted at the sweet swell of her bosom. The detective pressed herself against Kroie like she had back before that first Inferno, but she didn't pull away this time, no. No embarrassed blush came across the maiden's cheeks this time, as her heart began to race in excitement. The wall of restraint held for only a moment more, before collapsing under pressure like a thatch cottage against a man-of-war's broadside, and the two Elementals began to kiss with a wild fury, hands roaming every which way across one another. Tumbling down onto the warm tropical sand of Yuelkelu, their eager fingers began to tug clothes off...
Or, they would have, if Agri ever posted in Elementals.
Age (14-17): 17
D.O.B. April 7th
Gender: Trogdor
Background: Optimistic Prefect
Bio: Pam is another military brat at the orphanage, though she has no certain proof of this. Conceived by a drunken tumble between a young lieutenant from Wisconsin attached to the 53rd Weather Reconnaissance Squadron stationed at RAF Burtonwood and a girl working at a chippy, her mother died in birth and her father promptly dropped her off at the nearest orphanage in a panic. Not wanting rumours to get out and hamper his rise in the ranks, Pam's father took care to conceal his identity, although he neglected to hide his accent, leaving his daughter only with the suspicion that her dad was a Yank. With no surname to claim, Pam would later take the family name of the protagonist of her favourite book, Pride and Prejudice.
Curiously, as the girl grew she took on a few traits from her absent father without realising it, first developing a fondness for cheese instead of sweets like the other children. Pam also began acting a bit like a military officer, settling fights between the other orphans and the like. She saw her election as a prefect as natural, and strives to fulfil her obligations the best she can. One of the few things to break her orderly temperament is people breaking promises and shirking their duties; something that may be caused by subconscious resentment of her father running out on her.
Likes: Fulfilling one's duties, Jane Austen, cheddar, gouda, tidy quarters
Dislikes: Dishonesty, parmesan cheese (it smells like unclean feet), abandoning people
Appearance: Ahoy.
Defining Quote: "Spit spot". (This isn't a placeholder for until I find a good quote, no ma'am)
RP Sample: Kroie felt his suit getting hotter, tighter against his chiselled frame. The fireflies danced overhead in the night skies, but his eyes were only on Charlie, and the way her uncharacteristically sultry red dress hugged her fine Southemen derrière and hinted at the sweet swell of her bosom. The detective pressed herself against Kroie like she had back before that first Inferno, but she didn't pull away this time, no. No embarrassed blush came across the maiden's cheeks this time, as her heart began to race in excitement. The wall of restraint held for only a moment more, before collapsing under pressure like a thatch cottage against a man-of-war's broadside, and the two Elementals began to kiss with a wild fury, hands roaming every which way across one another. Tumbling down onto the warm tropical sand of Yuelkelu, their eager fingers began to tug clothes off...
Or, they would have, if Agri ever posted in Elementals.