Post by gretel on Nov 18, 2008 18:33:46 GMT -5
GretelAileenPenny
And you‘re aces for coming along
You‘re almost human, after all
And you‘re aces for coming along
You‘re almost human, after all
we got a new star!
full name Gretel Aileen Penny
nicks Gretel
age 29
birthday 19th December
group Crew {Director}
sexual orientation Straight
and, oh... what an idiot!
likes Black Menthol Marlboro cigarettes, gin and tonics, drink in general, being the centre of attention, artists, excitement, political comedians, Hollywood, being complimented, revenge, rich men, being in charge, being taken control of, femme fatales, cheesy horror films
dislikes Work, people she deems “below” her, early mornings, sloppy work, not having a packet of cigarettes handy, body fat, anybody prettier than her, being single, pets, cheap restaurants
hobbies Partying, watching classic films, shopping
habits Smokes like a chimney, shakes people’s hands for just a bit too long - not for a ridiculous amount of time, but just enough so that it’s kind of awkward
quirks Puts on her socks before her underwear, bites her nails when she doesn’t have a cigarette
fears Losing her job, gaining weight, being undesirable
secrets Used to be addicted to crack, but went into rehab at the age of twenty-two (something she does not like to share with people
Takes Adderall in order to keep her weight down
strong points Surprisingly intelligent, is actually quite nice (when drunk), good looking, speaks her mind, has some power in the film business, spends too much on Christmas presents, good in managerial postions
weaknesses When you first meet her, can seem quite mean; when you get to know her better, she’s actually very mean; condescending, untidy, hates being alone, egotistical, aggressive, too quick to throw a punch, passes out more than anybody should
so skinny that makes you puke!
build Too slim - lacks in curves, and is quite flat-chested and waistless. However, has long, slender legs and a small stomach, and overall quite an elegant, desirable body
hair color&&style Shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair, almost always worn in either a neat ponytail or pigtails
eye color Green…ish
heritage French - both parents from Bordeaux
height 5’ 6”
clothing style Anything designer. Usually keeps with the trends, but particularly likes tight, low-cut, short or black items.
flaws Often has large, dark circles under eyes; knobbly knees
strong points Very slim, beautiful face
celebrity claim Kate Moss
private lives aren't for sale!
parents
Father - Harold Penny, 61, director, alive (just)
Mother - Lauren Penny, 49, retired lingerie model, alive
siblings
Sister - Antoinette (Annie) Davidson, 26, percussionist, alive
Brother - Gaston Penny, socialite, died 7 months ago at age 22 due to heroin overdose
other important family
Brother in law - David Davidson, 22, film critic (always gives Gretel’s films marvellous reviews, of course)
birthplace Bordeaux
nationality French
anything else Nope.
but then their mask fell!
age 18
how did you find the site RPG-D
rp sample“Josephina’s going to be late again!? What is this, for the fourteenth fucking time!?” Leslie whispered through gritted teeth, her hushed voice straining not to break out into angry screams. “I told her… I fucking told her that if she wanted to be in the play she had to show up to every single fucking rehearsal! Why the fuck did she get the biggest bloody role, anyway?”
Louise and Leslie were stood in the girl’s bathrooms, behind the busy, bustling dressing room. They had managed to cram themselves both into the disabled toilet cubicle, but even then it was a tight squeeze, what with Louise’s bulging stomach and the massive pink fairy-wings pinned to Leslie’s back. Cracking open the tiny window at the top of the cubicle, Leslie pulled out a loose cigarette which had been floating around the bottom of her schoolbag, and grappled with her lighter to try and get the thing up.
“I mean,” she said, this time without whispers, but still in a cautiously quiet tone, “She missed the first two auditions, shows up to the final one, and Mr Jaspers falls over himself to give her the part…” she trailed off, holding the finally lit cigarette in her hand and taking a long, inelegant drag. “I know that it was meant to be Hil’s part, anyway, but if she didn’t show up it was meant to be me, you kn…” she trailed off once more, this time to go into a massive coughing fit, her tries at being quiet now in vain - the whole room echoed with her chokes and splutters.
“You know?” she continued finally, as if nothing had happened. “And… for God’s sake Louise, are you even going to look at me. You’re the one who dragged me into this bloody mingin’ toilet in the first place, and you’re just gonna stand there?”
Louise was still quiet, and, squashing her cigarette between her teeth to keep it in place, Leslie grabbed her by the shoulder’s and turned her around. And, too her surprise, her overly-powdered cheeks were stained with big black tear-streaks.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, what’s wrong with you now!?” Leslie moaned, letting go of her and having another few coughs.
