Post by margaret on Jan 26, 2011 1:31:21 GMT -5
MARGARET FLYNN
when I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse; out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone, I cannot put my finger on it now
when I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse; out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone, I cannot put my finger on it now
FULL NAME.[/size][/color]
Margaret Flynn
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
Maggie, Mags, Maggers, Magpie, Margarine (Salamon ONLY)
AGE & BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
17 >> December 19th
GENDER.[/size][/color]
female
RANKING.[/size][/color]
digidestined
DIGIEGG.[/size][/color]
any category
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
Sawako Yamanaka from K-On
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
From the top of her head to the tips of her conspicuously blue running shoes, Margaret practically oozes verve. Where others might seem demure with her glasses, pale complexion, and plain-jane brown eyes and hair, Margaret seems full of joie de vivre. She's taller than the average teen, measuring in at five foot ten inches, but she does her very best not to loom over others. Instead, she actually tries to slouch--which can't be very good for her back.
Her choice of clothing reflects her childish nature: bright colors and simple patterns. Her usual outfit (in the digiworld, at least) is a yellow-trimmed purple coat over a green-and-white striped shirt, as well as black jeans and those conspicuous, almost neon blue shoes.
PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
The first word that comes to mind when describing Margaret is 'childish'. 'Childish' is not only a prominent part of a person's impression of her, it is accurate all the way through. Margaret simply refused to grow up emotionally. She fantasized about Peter and his Never-Never Land, about fairies, about magic and Santa Claus.. she believed in them. In fact, she still does. Her belief in the good things is coupled with belief in the bad--the things that go bump in the night scare her just as much as fairies delight her.
With a childish nature comes not only childlike belief, but a stubborn attitude and an unwillingness to accept change. Her attention span is short, and she tends to stare through people rather than at them. But there are some good points, too: Margaret sees the best in others from the start and believes that all things have the capability for goodness. She thinks wishes can come true. It is impossible, however, to grow older and remain completely unchanged.
Margaret is smart, smart enough to know that her emotional state isn't a good thing (not that she cares). She loves to read all forms of fiction, and can often be found tucked away in a nook or tree niche with a good book. She loves small places and hates big crowds. She dislikes physical violence but won't hesitate to throw around taunts and jibes when her feelings have been hurt--rather than show that she's been hurt at all.
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
father; William Flynn
mother; Roxanne Flynn
siblings(s); none
One of the first things that Margaret can remember is seeing things that nobody else could. At first she could just barely glimpse them, see flashes of otherworldy color from the corner of her eye. As she grew older, however, she trained herself to really look--to almost have to strain her eyes--at these flashes and see the 'real' thing. The habit is why she stares through people rather than at them. This straining also caused her eyes to become farsighted, prompting the use of glasses for any close-up work: reading, or drawing.
Then, when she was about six, the flashes became real. Vibrant. Almost tangible.. but her hands passed through them whenever she tried to touch. But she could believe in them now--and if the flashes were real, then why not Santa Claus, or the Bogeyman? Everyone declared that this was temporary, and completely normal for a young child.
A young child. Young. Margaret latched onto the phrase, tried to figure it out. A young child.. did that mean that the flashes would go away when she grew up? She thought so, and made the steadfast resolution of never growing up. Not in her head, anyway. While this alienated her from her peers and family, it did make the colorful monsters stay. So long as her behavior didn't affect her schoolwork, Mr. and Mrs. Flynn were satisfied.
But it did affect her schoolwork. And Mr. and Mrs. Flynn were no longer satisfied. They demanded change, one of the few things that Margaret was staunchly against. What else could she do but leave? Nothing else, that's what. So she packed a duffel full of food, clothes, books and camping supplies and simply left.
Margaret is currently living in a tent under a freeway overpass, along with a few other (mostly) innocent homeless kids.
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
devilyouknow
AGE.[/size][/color]
15
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
none
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
There it went again! That flash of color, almost to quick for the eye to see... not too quick for someone who was looking.
The five-year-old toddled after the swiftly-moving patch of color and watched in amazement as it solidified, if only for an instant, into something real. Some sort of monster, or at least nothing she'd seen before.. not that a five-year-old could have seen much of the world.
A... monster? But Mommy had checked, she said that this place was monster-free. This must be a good monster, then. Hello, monster.
She waddled over to her mother and tugged on the cashmere sleeve. "Mama, mama! You see? You see?"
"Yes, dear. I saw." The mother had done nothing of the sort.
If Mommy sees them they must be real... "Mommy? Santa real too?"
"Yes, dear."
So she believed. The girl poured all her effort into believing that the colorful monsters were real, and everything else. They became real for her. She grew older, and they were still real. When others tried to tell her otherwise, she left. She refused to acknowledge the fact that some things are real... but others are not. It was all or nothing.
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