Post by liechtenstein on Mar 20, 2011 19:18:18 GMT
These streets are so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate
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And everything that I relied on
Disappeared
Disappeared
Country: Liechtenstein
Name: Lilli Brunhart
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Profession: Assistant seamstress
Highlander or Lowlander? Lowlander
All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange
All the family look so strange
Appearance:
Lilli is just shy of 5 feet tall and lives in the Lowlands. She has green eyes that sometimes look blue and dark blond hair. Lilli thinks of herself as very plain and so, wears very plain dresses although she has a weakness for cute things. When she feels daring, she sometimes embroiders floral patterns on the hem of her skirts.
Personality:
To most people, Lilli appears shy and soft-spoken but she has very deep convictions and beliefs. She is not as naïve as she appears. Lilli prefers to avoid confrontation in regards to herself, but becomes determined to fight if those she cares about are in any way threatened. She has an unexplained fear of the ocean and tries to avoid the shoreline even on calm days.
Even though Lilli loves her parents, as an only child she often gets lonely. She sometimes wonders what it would be like to have an older brother or sister although she often babysits the younger children next door. She keeps her deepest thoughts in a diary rather than telling them to others.
History:
Lilli was an average student at school. At 16, her compulsory education was finished and she decided not to pursue higher learning because of costs. She also chose to leave because of a bully, although she kept this from her parents. Lilli's father is a tailor and as the only child, she is learning the same trade, although she is more of an assistant right now because of her age. Her mother supplements their income by taking in laundry to wash from Highlanders as well as working as a maid. Lilli often travels with her mother to Highland City to help when their shop is not busy. The shop is barely making ends meet and unfortunately is threatened by government plans to open more garment factories in the Lowlands.
Recurring nightmare:
The Allied sanctions against Liechtenstein during World War I for being closely tied with Austria, although Liechtenstein was neutral. This caused economic devastation and near starvation.
The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change
Is this accelerating rate of change
Likes:
Wind chimes
The skyscrapers in Highland city
The feel of finely woven fabric
Neat, tidy stitches and embroidery
Sunny days
Dislikes:
Bullies
The ocean
The seashell jewelry which is a fad with the Highland youths
People who never look like they smile
Dogs, because she was bitten once as a child and had to have stitches
Downsize up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground
Take my weight from the ground
Roleplay sample:
Lilli exhaled noisily as she lifted a box of fabrics and brought them in from the wagon into the shop. It was an unusually hot day and the sweat tricked from her hairline down her cheek. She set the box of fabrics down carefully and waved to Gus, the wagoneer. He tipped his hat at her as Lilli leaned out the door and called out.
“Goodbye!” Lilli waved.
She watched the wagon grow smaller in the distance, towards the open farmland away from the city where beef, cotton and wool came from. She walked back into the shop. The wind chime above her door tinkled merrily. She bent down to her knees to open the box and discovered a treasure trove of soft calfskin. The leather was supple and easy to work with. Papa would be pleased.
“Lilli!” A familiar voice cried from upstairs.
Lilli dusted off the hem of her dress and stood up and shouted up to the second floor, which was her family’s apartment above their first floor tailor’s shop.
“Yes, Mama!”
“Did the leather come in?”
Lilli took a deep breath.
“Yes, Mama!! And it’s very good!!”
There were scuffling sounds, shoes against the wooden floor. Lilli looked up at the ceiling as if she could see her mother’s footsteps across the ceiling. The sounds of her steps came closer to the staircase and at once, Lilli’s mother was revealed; a pleasant face, dark brown plaits, looking almost like a young maiden with a basket of fresh laundry in her hands, her smile was so young.
“Come and help me child,” Lilli’s mother tsked.
Lilli rose at once and helped take the basket off her mother’s hands. The laundry in it was already freshly folded. There were cotton shirts that were as soft as silk, dresses that felt like they had been spun from spider’s thread. Highland clothes. Lilli dusted her hands off her own dress, a plain dress, made of rougher cloth with only her own embroidery of daisies at the hem to distinguish it before daring to touch the basket again.
“Where’s your father?” Mother asked, and wrung her hands. They were dry from too much soap and a hard day of hand washing. The Highlanders found it desirable to think that each piece of their clothing was being taken care of by human hands instead of the washing machines in their homes. It was more personal somehow, more elite, to have other people with family and children and lives, cleaning their clothes. But they were people too of course, with family and children of their own. Still, Lilli found a strange sour taste growing in her mouth and it took all her power to make sure that her lips did not purse.
“He’s gone down to the factory to get the spun cotton,” Lilli said.
Mother nodded in reply.
“They’re charging more now,” Lilli’s mother said almost offhandedly.
Lilli could only look meekly down at the basket of clothes in her hands. She was concentrating very hard at an arabesque pattern on the collar of a dress shirt when she felt a hand in her short hair.
“You shouldn’t have cut it,” Mother admonished and she raked affectionately through Lilli’s short bob. Lilli had cut the long length she had worn all throughout childhood shortly after graduating from school at sixteen. “You can’t even tie it up against the heat.”
Lilli smiled.
“Papa said it suits me!”
Mother laughed, “He thinks anything suits you.”
Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown
Slipping into the unknown
Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Macy
Timezone: EST
Any other information: I like pineapple ices!
You pull me in...
P u l l
m e i n. P u l l
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