philippa louise vickers

[PIPPA LOUISE VICKERS]

PHILLIPA LOUISE VICKERS

Name:Phillippa Louise Vickers.
Nicknames: Pippa.
Age: May 20th.
Date of Birth: Sixteen.
Grade: Highschool Junior.
Program: Arts.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Nationality:American.
Home Town: Montpelier, Vermont.
Play by:AnnaSophia Robb

--- LOQUACIOUS An attempt to be polite – the most accurate way to describe Pippa is that she never knows when to shut up. It’s a trait that runs in her family, visiting the Vickers family home you’d struggle to get a word in around the conversations. It never seems to bother them that they’re all talking over one another and therefore actual understanding is a problem. Pippa’s a friendly little soul but she has a tendency to talk ten to the dozen, with a very weak barrier between her thoughts and her words, resulting in her jumping off onto random tangents of conversations and quite often losing her listener.
--- SURREAL Her sense of humour is somewhat unique, while she’s fluent in the usual teenager wit of sarcasm, she tends to find odder things funnier – the people’s whose company she enjoys the most share both her sense of humour and her verbal diarrhoea and therefore the funniest conversations feature bizarre discussions of a fantastic nature and peppered with in-joke references. Some can find this childish, but Pippa’s in no hurry to grow up.
--- CHEERFUL The usual teenager traits of sullenness and bad mood seemed to completely skip Pippa by, her life has been largely trouble free and she’s not introspective by nature. Her philosophy has either been to do something to change a situation, or accept it and move on, rather than dwelling on the gloomier points of life and depressing yourself. Her enthusiasm for life is unquenchable – as are her energy levels – and she has never seem the point in acting uninterested to appear ‘cool’.
--- OBLIVIOUS It’s not that Pippa lacks empathy or compassion – far from it – but she isn’t perceptive enough to notice certain things – an easy example is couples looking for privacy, you’d need to drop a ten ton brick rather than a subtle hint before she clocked on and left. If somebody had a crush on her, it would completely beyond her notice, and if her current conversation topic is making you uncomfortable – either spell it out, or leave, because she won’t notice your fidgets and blushes and think to spare you. Her friends frequently say she has foot in mouth disease, and one of the few ways to mortify her is to explain her faux pas to her later on.
--- SCATTERBRAINED Deadlines are frequently forgotten to the last moment, her pens and books are always going missing, and ‘tidy’ is a word that’s never used to describe her bedroom – Pippa means well, and every so often turns a new leaf and tries from then to be organized and neat, but somehow she just never seems to manage it.
--- AFFECTIONATE Personal space is a concept that means very little to Pippa, she comes from a loving, demonstrative family and never has a problem with touching people. Hugging hello, linking arms and holding hands, fiddling with people’s hair, even sitting on their laps – there’s no guile or flirtatiousness intended, but she loves people to touch her and cannot understand that other people may be more closed off.
--- CARING She may not be perceptive, but her love for her closest friends is unlimited, and her actions towards everyone else are filled with well intended warmth as well, even if they’re not always appropriate. Pippa hates to see people in distress, and is always the first to welcome new people, eager to have everyone included in her wide circle of friends.

LIKES:
- Marzipan.
- Classic children’s books – ‘Little Women’ and ‘Good Wives’ being her absolute favourites.
- Bright, jewel colours.
- Bracelets and necklaces.
- Being warm – the more blankets or layers of clothing, the better.
- Tennis.
- The Harry Potter books.
- Beef jerky.
- The smell of burnt matches.
- Cold, crisp autumns.
- Mango juice.
- People like herself.
- Long phone conversations.
DISLIKES:
- Vague endings to horror movies.
- Unwashed hair.
- Spicy food.
- Large spiders.
- Slobbering dogs.
- Geometry.
- Using chipped tableware.
- Getting up before the sun.
- All forms of rain.
- Cruelty.
- Self indulgent misery.

Pippa – who has been known as Pippa almost from the moment of her birth, she considers the use of her full name to mean she’s in trouble – was born in Montpelier in Vermont, the fourth child in the family and the only daughter. The youngest of the Vickers children she quickly learnt to speak up to make sure she was never forgotten in the rather large family – as well as her parents, her three elder brothers, and the family’s menagerie of pets (three cats, two dogs, six goldfish and a rather stressed of tortoise at last count with talk of getting a couple of parakeets) her maternal grandparents lived at home with them, in order to ensure they received necessary care.

Although not ridiculously wealthy, the family were certainly comfortable in terms of money – her father, Martin Vickers, just turned 51, is a paediatrician specialising in surgery to correct facial deformities and due to the stresses of his job is the quietest member of his family, preferring to sit in the middle of the loving chaos that swirls around him. Her mother, Katherine Vickers, 48, never pursued a career when she was younger due to her husband’s demanding job and her four young children, but she does work freelance from home now, translating the manuals for gadgets from English into French and German – she studied languages at University.

She also has three older brothers – the eldest being Gareth, 23, the rebel of the family he currently lives in New York City and works as a tattoo artist. Next is Jacob, 20, who adopts the more traditional elder brother character traits of being the protective over the rest, he recently got engaged to a sweet girl from their home town, and works as a mechanic. The youngest of the Vickers boys is Sam, 18, and just started university to follow in their father’s footsteps by becoming a doctor.

Pippa was especially close to her grandmother – the tiny, elderly woman helped a great deal in the care of her grandchildren, partially due to guilt that it was the fact she was unable to care for her husband that lead to the multigenerational household. Pippa’s grandfather suffered a fall several years before Pippa was born and his movement had been limited every since – seeing as he is six foot tall and stocky, and his wife is five foot nothing and weights less than a hundred pounds (a physique Pippa and her mother both share) there was little she could do to help. The woman is very fond of her music, and cultivated a love of song in Pippa at a young age – indeed; she discovered Pippa’s voice and made sure she had the necessary training to develop it.

Her childhood was extremely happy and often carefree, alternating between rough and tumble with her brothers and exploring their enormous garden and the woods behind, to sitting with her grandmother and the two of them singing together. It became clear at a young age that while reading music and instruments were never going to be a great talent of Pippa’s, her voice was stunning – as a child, it was astounding to hear this huge, crystal clear voice from such a tiny person and it was this voice that lead to her parents searching for a school that could help make the most of the young mezzo soprano.

Emerson Academy had been the answer, after nothing nearby had enough expertise to impress Nana. Pippa has initially been reluctant – she had a loving family and plenty of friends and the idea of leaving to move so far away didn’t immediately appeal – but her grandmother insisted, and once she arrived, Pippa fell in love with Emerson. This is her second year now, and while she regularly writes and phones her family, she’s beginning to consider Philadelphia her home.

Chewing thoughtfully, she shrugged her shoulders slightly, a flicker of distaste flicking across her face as she swallowed – at the thought of Greenpeace rather than the sandwich making its way to her stomach.

“I don’t know” she confessed, putting the food down again (how his has disappeared so quickly she didn’t know, Molly hoped she wasn’t talking too much) and brushing her fingers against one another, tiny crumbs falling from her skin to the plate. “Greenpeace…are a bit…militant aren’t they?” she said, struggling to find the word she wanted. One hand waved idly through the air, a vague gesture as though the term she wanted was hovering around them and her fingers would snag on it this way.

Molly gave up on her lexical dilemma, not understanding his shock at her decision to move in – she made up her mind quickly, even if her decisions weren’t always the most intelligent, and had a lot of naïve faith in people – and fiddled with her phone one handedly, lifting the sandwich to her mouth for another bite. Turning back to Luis she swallowed gestured to her mouth, chewing and swallowing before she spoke again – Molly and her mother might have their different opinions on the best career for her, but they both shared good table manners – and dropped the phone back on the table with a clatter. “

He finishes work at…half three today” she said, her mind flicking back to the white board in the kitchen where her father wrote his shifts down for the benefit of Gail, who was a little bit…possessive. “So he could be here by like, four with the money, and I don’t have a lot of stuff…it won’t take long” she assured him, noticing perhaps the flicker of misgivings in his face. “Seriously, he’ll take me to Matalan, I’ll buy cheap forks and towels, and turn up with a few rucksacks – I had to travel light” she explained idly, dropping her gaze briefly, but it jumped up moments later as she found the word she had wanted previously.

“Fanatical!” she exclaimed, giggling moments later. “Greenpeace I mean. Too obsessive, you know? Like those really religious people who don’t listen to sense, or Apple customers” Molly explained, blushing moments later and covering her mouth with pale fingers, “God, that didn’t offend you did it?” she questioned, a nervous giggle escaping her. “You don’t seem the…you know…I love Jesus type. Or those people who love things beginning with ‘i’ but…sorry?” Biting her tongue she shot his a look from beneath her eyelashes, hoping she hadn’t caused offence, her expression slightly bashful.

Hi, I'm Kait and I'm 20 years old. I'm posting a roleplay sample which makes little sense out of context. This is my first application. I found NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE from the RPG directory.

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[- NIKKI]

Only thing that needs fixing is the image, it needs to be 320 or smaller. Other than that, you're get to go!

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[PIPPA LOUISE VICKERS]

For a second, I couldn't work it out - I had checked the dimensions. Then I realised I got them the wrong way round. Doh! Better?

[- NIKKI]

hehe! It's all good now.

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