(( Covered in her bio sub-page – she’s an open lesbian. ))
Misconception: Is more damaged than she appears.
(( In some… directions, I’ll say, she’s stronger than she seems, but in others, quite a bit more broken than she likes to let on. She almost always manages to fall apart in private rather than in public.Some people might guess, but very few have seen the signs of just how broken she is in the worst ways. ))
How big is an Adriwyn’s butt? Is a good butt?
(( She’s tiny, as per the bio page, so it’s not big in any absolute sense. On the other hand, her build is basically ‘Olympic gymnast’, so she does have good glutes. So, by proportion, from any distance it’s her most noticeable feature, and a good one by most standards. Of course, ‘eye of the beholder’ will still apply. ))
Adriwyn is one of the cutest people ever to exist.
(( I’m going to file this one under the ‘misconceptions’ meme. 😛
(( And, while Adri would certainly disagree with that, there are a lot of people who tell her she’s cute. So… ‘eye of the beholder.’ ))
☽ dressing your character
Adriwyn’s eyes got big as she saw what the socialite was trying to get her to wear. She squeaked, flushing, but she’d already agreed and got out of her regular clothes. ‘Lux! I can’t fill that out! It’s gonna fall off, unless I… pin it to my tits with my bars or something!’ She sighed. ‘Not that it isn’t gorgeous….’
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The tiny blonde hid behind the screens in the powder room as she heard someone coming. She peered around the side when the door opened, and breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Myra! I… the fasteners on this dress are too stiff for me to do up behind me on my own. Help, please?’ She was half in a ball gown, probably borrowed from Rose, but currently topless because of her difficulties.
Painful Character Development
Have some painful character development ideas, because if I have to suffer, so do you.
- What would your character what their last words to be, and who would they want to say them to?
- If your characters’ loved ones were in danger but they only had time to save one of their lives, who would they choose?
- Your character is given the choice to either die an excruciatingly painful death or have one of their loved ones die in a painless way. Do they save their loved one’s life or their own?
- Your character has the opportunity to fix one of their most grievous mistakes, but doing so will ensure that they never meet at least one of their loved ones and they will not have any memory of their relationship with those loved ones. Do they take the chance to fix the mistake anyway?
- What are your character’s deepest regrets?
- Are there any events in your character’s life that they feel wholly negative about, no silver lining whatsoever?
- Does your character have any unfulfilled dreams that can never come true?
- How was your character first introduced to the concept of death? How did they react?
- Does your character have any negative associations with otherwise neutral or positive things–i.e., not liking a certain television show because their parents always argued during the time that it came on and the character watched it as a (failed) attempt to distract themselves.
I’ve been told you’d like to hear about my Grandmother…
My grandmother got married in 1962, to a young man in the military. For a wedding present, their parents bought them a house in a nice suburb. White picket fence, whole 9 yards. Not long after they moved in, the next door neighbor planted a mullberry tree on the side of his property, near my grandparent’s driveway. Nothing seemed amiss, but if you know Mullberry Trees, you know that sh*t is about to get real.
About 15 years later, the mullberry tree was OBNOXIOUS. The birds would come and eat the berries, and any car parked in the driveway would get sh*t on, and it would stain the cars and ruin paint jobs. My grandmother, upon realizing the culprit, baked a nice apple pie, walked next door, and asked the neighbor if he’d mind trimming back the branches of the tree that hung over her driveway. He told her not to worry, he’d get to it soon. Three days later, my grandmother opened her door to find a half-eaten pie in the plate, crawling with ants, and a note that said “I changed my mind.”
My grandmother threw out the pie, cursing up a storm, and swearing up and down she’d get him to trim that tree or get him back. City ordinance said she could not trim the tree, as the roots were on his property, so the whole tree was his property.
As the years went by, my grandmother repeatedly asked him, ever so nicely, to trim it back. His responses were always along the lines of “No” and “F*ck off.”
Finally, in the mid-90s, my grandmother retired, and received a large bonus from her employer for her 35 years of work. She took the money, and bought the empty lot on the other side of the neighbor, then went to a nursery and bought 16 mullberry trees, planting them along her property line, on both sides of his property. About 3 years ago, he became angry at the damage they were doing to his cars, and cut them all back without permission. My grandmother took him to court, and he was forced to reimburse her for the trees at a markup because they’d had 10 years to grow.
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