Midir the Fey Girl (Example!)

Mors · Admin Posts: 6 Join date: 2007-11-18 Location: Florida

Player Nickname: Mors
Player age: 30
Other Interests: Peaches
Gender: Neutral
Anything Else: Nope
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Character Name: Midir (Me-Yar) NicNorris of the Hand of Ripening
Nicknames: Nope.
Age: 56, looks late-teens-to-early-twenties
Birthdate: March 3, 1951
Gender Fenale
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Species: Fey-- Sidhe/pixie
Powers: Can ripen fruit and age other things, make food more appetizing, and make love flourish.
Strength level: She's strong enough to be good at what she does, weak enough not to rise or fall.
Position/Job: A chef.
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Character height: 4'2" (her pixy blood take precedence there)
Hair colour/style: Long and wavy to her waist.
Eye colour/style: A circle of forest green which runs into a wide circle of warm brown, surrounded by a very thin circle of a grey-green.
Description: Her skin is pale with the lightest yellow hint and (usually covered by the clothes) there are streaks are green glitter across her body.
Clothing style: She likes dressing in reds and browns, usually modern clothing that show her curves, yet are still easy to work in, wearing white aprons when she cooks.
Picture:

Alias Carmen G
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Personality: She's sweet, bubbly, very personable. But she's also practical and takes criticism well. She knows how to handle the moodiness of others with grace and has a very accepting attitude towards life in general. Despite her height, she has a 'larger than life' personality.
Likes: Sweets, spices, fruit, colour, beauty, dogs.
Dislikes: Bitterness, cruelty, whininess, grime.
Habits: Cooking when nervous, over-eating, an anxious giggle, over-expression.
Favourite Foods: Cinnamon rolls, figs, honey, green apples, artichoke hearts.
Favourite Possession(s): Rolling pin and mixing spoon.
Weapons: The above-- and her Hand of Ripening, which can age wither as well.
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Family: Midir has no siblings. Her father is a pixy standing only two and a half feet tall and her mother is a sidhe lady. She doesn't talk to her mother often, but loves her father dearly and will often meet with him.
History: When Midir was just a little girl, it was obvious that she was very gluttonous. Often, she'd sneak into the kitchens of the Seelie Court for sweets. Luckily, the cook (a sweet old Brownie) took a liking to the girl and taught her how to make cookies and other goodies. Her mother did not approve, but her father thought the sight of his daughter coming to her room with floud all over her pale yellow skin was adorable.

When she was sixteen, Midir decided that she wanted to attend a human cooking school. Her mother was furious, though again her father supported her. By this time, the Hand of Ripening had appeared, which fueled her mother's adamant demands that her daughter behave like a real sidhe girl. However, she was such a stubborn child. So off to college she went.

The fey girl graduated from the cooking institute shortly after her twentieth birthday and instead of going home, decided to travel across the world in search of new and revolutionary cooking techniques. She did this for her next twenty five years of life, until she realised the potential of Florida opening its doors. She could open up her own five star restaurant and perhaps go down in history as the greatest chef ever.
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Anything Else? Her restaurant is called 'A Dash of Magic'.
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Role Play Sample: It was the grand opening of her restaurant, A Dash of Magic. The day that would make or break it. The governor was out there, as well as three editors of the most influential food magazines in the world. All waiting to taste food created by an immortal sidhe. The half pixie had never imagined this day would come and felt her heart leap in her chest as she moved back to her own private part of the kitchen, built to her exact specifications. No ordinary human or sidhe could ever work in that part. It was for someone child-sized, everything in her arm-reach.

She looked across the bar at the rest of the kitchen, the human underchefs who looked toward her for inspiration. "This is it, everyone. Remember, the honey for the figs needs a touch of the powder I gave you. Don't be surprised if it makes it look a tad different. It's part of the magic." They all smiled and nodded, just as nervous as she. "Alright! Let's get started!"
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Is That All? Yup.
Are You Sure? Yo.