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odorareicons · 2 years ago

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#Emma Borgès #icons #femininos #icons femininos #female #avatares #series #skam france #Philippine Stindel

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highschoolarchetypefc · 2 years ago

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PHILIPPINE STINDEL as emma borgès in SKAM FRANCE (2018-2022)

#philippine stindel #teen fc #teen faceclaim #high school fc #fc find #faceclaim #faceclaim find #highschool faceclaim #girl #brown hair #light brown hair #brown eyes #new kid #tomboy #protag #sporty

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babygctback · 4 days ago

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BABY CRIER is TWENTY-FOUR & has been missing for TWENTY-FOUR years. 🥀 SHERIFF’S DEPUTY (TRAINEE). 🥛 NAIVE and ENTHUSIASTIC. 🗡️ COMMON HOUSE.

full name: baby crier

nicknames: babe, bay, bee

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: undiscovered

aesthetics: neatly folded bedsheets, wildflowers upon a gravestone, empty candy tins with shards left behind.

resembles: LEXIE GRAY (Grey’s Anatomy), JUDITH GRIMES (The Walking Dead), CARMEN CORTEZ (Spy Kids), LUNA LOVEGOOD (Harry Potter).

age: 24

date of birth: july 1st

zodiac sign: cancer

residence: colony house

occupation: deputy-in-training

appearance ;

faceclaim: philippine stindel

height: 5'2

build: slender, lean muscle

eyes: brown, doe/round eyes

hair: brown, straight, mid-length

piercings: none

tattoos: none

other distinguishing features: freckles on face and arms

style: loose fitting clothes, hand-me-downs (she didn't arrive with her own wardrobe)

personality ;

traits: naive, optimistic, excitable, warm, inquisitive

likes: candy, flowers, omelettes, flowers, animals, books, art

dislikes: violence, the 'other world', open windows

fears: emotional intimacy

hobbies: gardening, farming, reading, drawing, journalling

quirks: calls the monsters 'night walkers' & 'moon goons', isn't scared of them but views them more as unlikeable neighbours that must be tolerated // essentially raised according to granola lifestyle principles, she didn't grow up with regular access to candy and junk food. whenever someone appears with such goodies, she will rush to call dibs in the hopes she can have a rare taste

family ;

mother: lisette bennett (unrecorded)

father: carlisle bennett (unrecorded)

siblings: none (1 unknown)

other random stuff ;

a cherished item: her journal

first love: cabbage soup

usual mood: cheery, productive

1 thing they want to do / experience before they die: see a giraffe in real life

connections ;

best friend: TBD

rival: TBD

crushing on: TBD

nemesis: TBD

other: TBD

INQUIRIES ;

How did your muse spend their first night in Arcadia, and where? Baby spent her first night in Arcadia before she was born. Maybe she had sensed the doom and anguish which restlessly rattled her mother’s final weeks, maybe she only grew up to be so petite without access to the best nutrition, maybe she had her father’s kind eyes but her mother’s charming smile. Townspeople had speculated over the years, her birth an anomaly; her existence too sensitive a concept to watch unfurl. The impossible event was inherited and documented in a journal, recording evidence that would be lost through verbal storytelling alone. No one would have believed it without the paper trail, a birth and death certificate wrapped into one neatly leather-bound treasure. The book had been her mother’s at first, then adopted by anyone who dared chronicle milestones, left to Baby when she was old enough to read and understand the purpose of the document. Once upon a time, twenty-five years ago, a heavily pregnant stranger unfortunately found herself in Arcadia. Two months later, she died giving birth to a healthy baby girl. Those who had been present for the gruesome delivery had voted against naming the newborn, so ‘Baby’ was her namesake, which would impersonally brand the short life she was destined for. Unwilling to bestow the unfortunate lifestyle of Arcadia upon an innocent, Baby was left on a porch overnight to be sacrificed. Held in the arms of her father, he sung lullabies and gibberish to her until his throat was no longer in one piece. As for Baby? The newborn slept so soundly she wouldn’t notice when she was pried from his grip (hands and all) and placed several yards away. Only a tiny splotch of his blood marred her cheek. With no understanding of anxiety, terror, or paranoia — the monsters had no use for her, yet. Unfamiliar figures smiled at her. She smiled back. They were no different than the entertainment found in a block of wood used as a toy.

Why did your muse choose to live where they do? Colony House was the safest option. It is as close to a traditional family feeling Baby will ever know. Sometimes it felt as if she was embedded into the fabric of the home itself, unable to compare it to anything else. Her past belonged there, as did her future. Although putting her in the house had been a practical and tactical decision by someone who had taken her under their wing during her first year, Baby grew up loving the location for the perpetual stimuli it brought. There is always someone around to watch or to talk to. Always and activity to participate in, or drama to behold. Baby grew into a patchwork of the many people who had come and gone within those walls over the years. Conveniently, it also meant she always had a pair of eyes clocking her every move until she reached a trustworthy age and no longer had a fixed guardian. No-one ever expected her to survive another year, but every birthday there she was: somehow, impossibly, strong and optimistic. No-one dared fully claim her as their daughter, borne of the same urge to remain detached from the girl in anticipation for the day she would inevitably be killed off. As a result, she was raised by everyone who put roots down in Colony House, whether they knew they played a part in it or not. She absorbs everything she’s exposed to, the lack of consistency only boosting her resilience and personable nature.

What was your muse doing when they came across the tree? Baby’s parents were on their way to the coast for their honeymoon. Happily newlywed, after staging s shotgun wedding they decided to spurge on venture further away from home as they knew after the birth there would be far less opportunity. To make it more affordable, they decided to drive the 800 miles — until they didn’t.

Has your muse left anything behind that they are desperately trying to return to or escape? Arcadia is all Baby knows. It’s the best place on earth, the unexplainable horrors are merely the way the world works and a temporary hurdle to get over each night. She hates when people leave ( die ), because she cannot follow nor understand what happens, but expects nothing less. Intimately familiar with the daily rhythms which dictate the rules, she knows better than to expect the monsters not to exist. They are part of the ecosystem, like any other snail, plant, or human. Such was the way of this world. The monsters do not scare her, content to co-exist and safely obey the strict guidelines put in place that reliably raised her. Instead, she is fearful of the unknown which lies beyond. She struggles to relate or empathise with anyone coveting a return to their old lives, a world that sounds both impossible and terrifyingly vast. All she needs exists within town. She knows no alternative, nor does she desire one. Each time she loses a friend or mentor, it is a disappointment but she has yet to ever express any grief due to how regularly these upheavals occur. Just another day in Arcadia. During her childhood there was talk of offering her up to the monsters again to stop her from a particularly severe bout of sobbing, earning her the surname ‘Crier’ as a placeholder ( which accidentally stuck once someone wrote it down in the journal ). Similar intense nightmares continued to plague her nights intermittently from youth into adulthood, reaching the parts of her psyche that reality’s monsters couldn’t easily affect. Fear is a universal language, no matter where you came from, and she understood her place would always be subservient to greater forces. When people left Arcadia, it was Baby who quietly suffered the most. She would never understand where they came from, where they went, and never would. Arcadia is a haven from the abandonment so many people have left her both full and hallow with.

#helltownfmsintro

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helltownfms · 6 days ago

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"You've stumbled upon the tree, the town, the hell... Welcome home."

Philippine Stindel ⸻ Baby Crier

Welcome to the roleplay, Dia (she/her)! Please send us your blog in the next 48 hours, make sure you follow everyone on the blog roll, and track our tags!

#helltownfmsaccepted

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ofthesilvercrown · 2 years ago

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