Georgia Defaux
Sept 18, 2010 13:21:40 GMT -5
Post by George Defaux on Sept 18, 2010 13:21:40 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Mags
AGE
Eighteen
GENDER
Lady
CHARACTER
NAME
Georgia Melody Defaux
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Femme
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Pansexual
TALENT
Dance
LOOK-A-LIKE
Christian Serratos
PERSONALITY
George is, first and foremost, an academic. Everything else in her life rotates around hard work and near constant studying. After having her parents pressuring her to be perfect, she’s started pressuring herself even now that they aren’t here. Besides – George has always been a success. To start failing now is out of the question. But while George’s grades might be fantastic, they cost her any hope of a social life. The only real interactions she has with people outside of lessons are over homework projects or in a club on her weekly night off. And even those don’t go well. George’s parents have spent her life telling her that she is better than everyone else – so is she really to blame if she believes them? She has an icy attitude towards other people, usually either barking orders at them or ignoring them completely.
But to be honest, the girl isn’t as untouchable as she likes to seem. The people at Gordon Parks are so talented that sometimes she feels inferior to them – feels in awe of them. But her father would kill her if she admitted it, so she pushes any warm feelings towards people to the back of her mind. But starting her second year, she’s beginning to feel lonely – and she’s kinda wondering what it would be like to treat someone as an equal, and have a friend. In fact, George is starting to doubt her whole life, and everything her father has taught her. She isn’t sure she wants to be a business woman anymore – she thinks she wants to dance. And all these traitorous thoughts towards her father are making her confused, and a little bit afraid – and being the ice queen is getting a little difficult to maintain.
As far as relationships go, George isn’t picky. As long as she finds you attractive, your gender doesn’t matter. But flings with George are only ever flings – one night with no strings attached. Because she can’t really be expected to have a lasting relationship with someone inferior to herself, now can she? That being the case, if she wakes up the morning after and her bad buddy refuses to leave… well, she can be a little harsh.
APPEARANCE
First, let's cover the basics. Like many dancers, George is slim but well muscled – though she still startlingly light (something which made her an obvious choice of ballet student in her youth as she was so very easy to lift). She is rather short – more so than many freshman students – but she holds herself in such a superior way that she seems much taller than she is. Her hair is perfectly black, hanging well past her shoulders in smooth waves. Her eyes are a deep brown – almost as dark as her hair – and her skin is a rich tan. Her heart-shaped face has a hint of the Asian to it, inherited from her grandmother, and gives her a slightly mysterious look.
George dresses appropriately for the heir of the boss of one of England's most successful banks: smartly. Her hair is usually pulled back into a neat pony-tail, and she will occasionally wear her stylish reading glasses (which are less for reading than to make her look intelligent – her father's idea). Her usual attire is a shirt or blouse paired with either a high waisted skirt or smart trousers. On those rare occasions when George lets herself relax, she goes completely the opposite direction – wearing trackies and a loose tee-shirt.
HISTORY
George was born in Oxford, England, to a wealthy aristocratic family who had, over the years, moved smoothly from the head of Victorian toffery to the head of the modern banking kingdom. Her father was a millionaire called Gerard Defaux and whose family had French roots from generations in the past, and her mother was a wealthy plastic surgeon called Mary Wessex. George was born exactly three years after their wedding, which had been far from the traditional affair and had simply constituted of the couple going to the registry office, signing a paper, and continuing with life as usual. After George's birth, her mother felt obliged to fulfill the classic role of a mother and left her job to look after the child. She never went back to her career – though not out of love for her daughter, but more out of love for the lazy life of luxury which she had come to enjoy.
From birth onwards, George's life was a paradox. A life of absolute luxury, and yet, a life with more pressure than should ever be placed upon a small child. She was sent to a prestigious private school and was expected to be worth the tuition fees. From the age of five her afternoons were spent studying. The young George was encouraged to spend every free moment perfecting her math, and to steer clear of other children – they were beneath her, or so she was told. And so, George worked. Worked hard and well until she was almost infinitely smarter than her classmates. The school was forced to shunt the child up a grade. That seemed enough for a time – but lo and behold, only two years later she had to be pushed up a grade once more. Needless to say, her mother and father were impressed – enough so that George was given permission to take up an activity – to have a hobby, if you will. And she chose dance. Both parents deemed ballet suitable, and so, at the age of ten, George began to dance.
George steamed through school, finishing compulsory education at the age of fourteen with the perfect grades: fourteen A*s in her GCSEs. With two years to spare before she was obliged to continue studying at college, George was whisked away by her father. Gerard introduced the child to the financial world, instructing her on how to run a bank. And George took to it like a duck to water. Her father was thrilled – his only daughter seemed to be perfectly suited to eventually inherit the bank. From then on, her training became more intensive, and Gerard sent his daughter simple problems from the banking world to work on in her free time – and George found that she was good at solving them. But much as she loved the power of her new job… well, she loved dancing more.
It was her dance tutor who first suggested that she attend an arts college, and George was instantly taken by the idea. She behind searching the internet for the most successful institutions – and one stood out. Gordon Parks, Kansas City. The confrontation with her father was difficult, but she eventually won, arguing that GPA would also add to her academic knowledge, and that living abroad would be good for her. And so, the audition tape was sent off, and the letter of acceptance came – and Mr and Mrs Defaux were left in England, to await the return of their bank-manager-to-be daughter.
I hate to think how they’d respond if after four years at Gpa, bank managing wasn’t on George’s agenda anymore.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
Julian felt a sense of smug satisfaction as the girl's scowl was wiped off her face in an instant, only to be replaced by a look of shocked shame. It meant that he had played the gallant charmer perfectly, and could be safe in the knowledge that as far as the girl was concerned he had the moral high ground in their budding relationship. And moral high ground meant everything - you could get away with so much more once you had some. And Julian Meddel's life was all about getting as much as he could. Speaking of which, despite the seething resentment he still felt at being woken, Julian had already sized Rosy up as someone he wouldn't mind getting some from. She was quite gorgeous for someone of only fifteen years - though not quite so much so as himself. This being the case, he was perhaps happy to continue their acquaintance - he was sure that manipulating the girl around to his bedroom shouldn't be too difficult. And so, he accepted her apology at least superficially, and returned to the floor by the tree. The tree itself he left pointedly free, choosing instead to lounge on the grass next to it.
Another perfect smile was offered to Rosy, and he indicated that she should take her seat upon the throne. "Indeed, milday, I should be honored to be of service", he replied with a wink, reaching out to gently remove the offending essay from her hands. The boy looked over the document quickly, internally cross referencing the piece with his own perfectly scoring one and locating anything which was missing or incorrect. A dainty eyebrow quirked upwards. It really wasn't bad at all - and he had to accept that he had no reason to expect that it would be. But it was always horrible to find that you weren't quite as much smarter than others as you had thought. Of course, that made the game more interesting: maybe bedding a smart one would be a challenge. He smirked once more, and dropped the medieval idiom as he continued to talk casually to the girl. "It's Rosy, yes? Are you in music or vocal - I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten...'
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[/size] NAME
Mags
AGE
Eighteen
GENDER
Lady
CHARACTER
NAME
Georgia Melody Defaux
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Femme
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Pansexual
TALENT
Dance
LOOK-A-LIKE
Christian Serratos
PERSONALITY
George is, first and foremost, an academic. Everything else in her life rotates around hard work and near constant studying. After having her parents pressuring her to be perfect, she’s started pressuring herself even now that they aren’t here. Besides – George has always been a success. To start failing now is out of the question. But while George’s grades might be fantastic, they cost her any hope of a social life. The only real interactions she has with people outside of lessons are over homework projects or in a club on her weekly night off. And even those don’t go well. George’s parents have spent her life telling her that she is better than everyone else – so is she really to blame if she believes them? She has an icy attitude towards other people, usually either barking orders at them or ignoring them completely.
But to be honest, the girl isn’t as untouchable as she likes to seem. The people at Gordon Parks are so talented that sometimes she feels inferior to them – feels in awe of them. But her father would kill her if she admitted it, so she pushes any warm feelings towards people to the back of her mind. But starting her second year, she’s beginning to feel lonely – and she’s kinda wondering what it would be like to treat someone as an equal, and have a friend. In fact, George is starting to doubt her whole life, and everything her father has taught her. She isn’t sure she wants to be a business woman anymore – she thinks she wants to dance. And all these traitorous thoughts towards her father are making her confused, and a little bit afraid – and being the ice queen is getting a little difficult to maintain.
As far as relationships go, George isn’t picky. As long as she finds you attractive, your gender doesn’t matter. But flings with George are only ever flings – one night with no strings attached. Because she can’t really be expected to have a lasting relationship with someone inferior to herself, now can she? That being the case, if she wakes up the morning after and her bad buddy refuses to leave… well, she can be a little harsh.
APPEARANCE
First, let's cover the basics. Like many dancers, George is slim but well muscled – though she still startlingly light (something which made her an obvious choice of ballet student in her youth as she was so very easy to lift). She is rather short – more so than many freshman students – but she holds herself in such a superior way that she seems much taller than she is. Her hair is perfectly black, hanging well past her shoulders in smooth waves. Her eyes are a deep brown – almost as dark as her hair – and her skin is a rich tan. Her heart-shaped face has a hint of the Asian to it, inherited from her grandmother, and gives her a slightly mysterious look.
George dresses appropriately for the heir of the boss of one of England's most successful banks: smartly. Her hair is usually pulled back into a neat pony-tail, and she will occasionally wear her stylish reading glasses (which are less for reading than to make her look intelligent – her father's idea). Her usual attire is a shirt or blouse paired with either a high waisted skirt or smart trousers. On those rare occasions when George lets herself relax, she goes completely the opposite direction – wearing trackies and a loose tee-shirt.
HISTORY
George was born in Oxford, England, to a wealthy aristocratic family who had, over the years, moved smoothly from the head of Victorian toffery to the head of the modern banking kingdom. Her father was a millionaire called Gerard Defaux and whose family had French roots from generations in the past, and her mother was a wealthy plastic surgeon called Mary Wessex. George was born exactly three years after their wedding, which had been far from the traditional affair and had simply constituted of the couple going to the registry office, signing a paper, and continuing with life as usual. After George's birth, her mother felt obliged to fulfill the classic role of a mother and left her job to look after the child. She never went back to her career – though not out of love for her daughter, but more out of love for the lazy life of luxury which she had come to enjoy.
From birth onwards, George's life was a paradox. A life of absolute luxury, and yet, a life with more pressure than should ever be placed upon a small child. She was sent to a prestigious private school and was expected to be worth the tuition fees. From the age of five her afternoons were spent studying. The young George was encouraged to spend every free moment perfecting her math, and to steer clear of other children – they were beneath her, or so she was told. And so, George worked. Worked hard and well until she was almost infinitely smarter than her classmates. The school was forced to shunt the child up a grade. That seemed enough for a time – but lo and behold, only two years later she had to be pushed up a grade once more. Needless to say, her mother and father were impressed – enough so that George was given permission to take up an activity – to have a hobby, if you will. And she chose dance. Both parents deemed ballet suitable, and so, at the age of ten, George began to dance.
George steamed through school, finishing compulsory education at the age of fourteen with the perfect grades: fourteen A*s in her GCSEs. With two years to spare before she was obliged to continue studying at college, George was whisked away by her father. Gerard introduced the child to the financial world, instructing her on how to run a bank. And George took to it like a duck to water. Her father was thrilled – his only daughter seemed to be perfectly suited to eventually inherit the bank. From then on, her training became more intensive, and Gerard sent his daughter simple problems from the banking world to work on in her free time – and George found that she was good at solving them. But much as she loved the power of her new job… well, she loved dancing more.
It was her dance tutor who first suggested that she attend an arts college, and George was instantly taken by the idea. She behind searching the internet for the most successful institutions – and one stood out. Gordon Parks, Kansas City. The confrontation with her father was difficult, but she eventually won, arguing that GPA would also add to her academic knowledge, and that living abroad would be good for her. And so, the audition tape was sent off, and the letter of acceptance came – and Mr and Mrs Defaux were left in England, to await the return of their bank-manager-to-be daughter.
I hate to think how they’d respond if after four years at Gpa, bank managing wasn’t on George’s agenda anymore.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
Julian felt a sense of smug satisfaction as the girl's scowl was wiped off her face in an instant, only to be replaced by a look of shocked shame. It meant that he had played the gallant charmer perfectly, and could be safe in the knowledge that as far as the girl was concerned he had the moral high ground in their budding relationship. And moral high ground meant everything - you could get away with so much more once you had some. And Julian Meddel's life was all about getting as much as he could. Speaking of which, despite the seething resentment he still felt at being woken, Julian had already sized Rosy up as someone he wouldn't mind getting some from. She was quite gorgeous for someone of only fifteen years - though not quite so much so as himself. This being the case, he was perhaps happy to continue their acquaintance - he was sure that manipulating the girl around to his bedroom shouldn't be too difficult. And so, he accepted her apology at least superficially, and returned to the floor by the tree. The tree itself he left pointedly free, choosing instead to lounge on the grass next to it.
Another perfect smile was offered to Rosy, and he indicated that she should take her seat upon the throne. "Indeed, milday, I should be honored to be of service", he replied with a wink, reaching out to gently remove the offending essay from her hands. The boy looked over the document quickly, internally cross referencing the piece with his own perfectly scoring one and locating anything which was missing or incorrect. A dainty eyebrow quirked upwards. It really wasn't bad at all - and he had to accept that he had no reason to expect that it would be. But it was always horrible to find that you weren't quite as much smarter than others as you had thought. Of course, that made the game more interesting: maybe bedding a smart one would be a challenge. He smirked once more, and dropped the medieval idiom as he continued to talk casually to the girl. "It's Rosy, yes? Are you in music or vocal - I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten...'
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