Congrats, Torrie! You’ve been accepted as Maggie Lyon! I thought your para sample was bril
Congrats, Torrie! You’ve been accepted as Maggie Lyon! I thought your para sample was brilliantly written and you really grasped the character! Can’t wait to roleplay with you! OOC Name/Pseudonym: Torrie Can you handle sex, drugs, violence and motorcycles? Of course. Time Zone and Activity Level (1/10): 8 Character Desired: Maggie Lyon Why did you choose this character? I think what drew me to Maggie was the fact that the FC was Jessica Chastain (I mean, look at her.) But after reading the bio, I felt a really strong connection to the character. The way I see Maggie, is that she likes to think that she’d bigger than she really is, and exudes that to other people. On the surface she’s a seemingly confident and well rounded woman, but underneath everything is crumbling at the seams. With her addiction to Oxycontin growing stronger given the fact she has such easy access to it, her relationships will begin to grow tense, and she’ll start to shut people out in fear that they’ll find out who she really is. Writing Sample: (3+ paragraphs, third person, past tense, in character—meaning not from another RP) The walls were closing in on her, literally. Or at least, that’s what the feeling was. It was a fact that the walls weren’t moving, let alone compressing her. Common sense told her that. But sometimes, depravation won out over common sense. It had to be some sort of withdrawal symptom, and if she had actually went to any of her courses on addiction during college, she would’ve been able to affirm her thoughts. But then again, she didn’t care about symptoms, didn’t care about the physical, not to mention mental impact that her little problem caused. It didn’t matter how many brain cells she would destroy, how much her blood pressure would rise, how much it would shorten her life span. All that mattered was the numbness it provided, and she was dying to feel it. The redhead fumbled with the lock to her office, finally pushing it open with a huff. Heels clicking against the marble floor, she all but sprinted to her desk.”It has to be here, it has to be here.” She grumbled, pulling open drawer after drawer, letting out a frustrated sigh as each revealed nothing. Finally, she noticed the pill bottle, the bright orange tint shining against the wood. In most cases. she would take the pills with water, finding it difficult to inject without something to chase it down. But she didn’t have time to grab a drink, she didn’t have time for anything. She poured a handful of pills, ten, twenty, she didn’t care how many. Pouring them into her mouth, she nearly gagged as the pills slid down her throat, but the gasp that ensued after she had successfully downed all of them, was one of relief. Soon enough, she would be able to escape, into a numb, blissful state. As she leaned against the desk, running a hand through her hair, her eyes couldn’t help but wander up to the wall. Plaques and certificates adjourned the wall, showing everyone who entered the room just how successful she really was. ”Marge Lyon’’ Was engraved in every plaque, a constant reminder to Maggie how much of a fake she really was. She refused to acknowledge her real name, and would bash anyone’s face in who dared to call her Marge. But that was the mere tip of the iceberg, and if Titanic had taught her anything, it was that there was always more under the surface than there appeared to be. None of her patients would ever assume that the quick-talking, confident doctor couldn’t go to sleep at night without a handful of oxy, let alone that she was supplying it to someone who dealt it on the streets. That part wasn’t technically on her own accord, she merely did it so her little addiction problem didn’t get out to the public. From the outside, everything seemed to be wonderful, but how was it that her entire life was crumbling at the seams with each passing day, each handful of pills? She wasn’t sure why she continued to project a mirage to everyone around her, why she refused to tell anyone about her problem. If she believed in God, and the whole water into wine bullshit, she would assume that he was trying to punish her. But then again, the only thing she worshipped now, was a pill bottle. Would you like the writing sample to be removed from the published audition, or would you like us to keep it in? You can publish it. Any preferred ships for this character? Anything that happens, happens. Anything else? Not at the moment. -- source link
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