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Title: SAGE, Margarette


Margarette Sage - November 19, 2007 03:37 AM (GMT)
OH, LOOK AT THE DAZZLING STARS

Alias: Sage
Age: 18
How Did You Find Us? RPG-D
Other Characters: None


FALLING FROM THE SKIES

Full Name: Margarette Sage
Nicknames: Sage, Magdalena
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Birthday: September 17th
Astrological Sign: Virgo (...I think)
Sexual Orientation: Hetero

Grade: Sophomore
Clique: Rebel
School Activities: Track, Drama
Power: Shapeshifter


SHINING OH SO BRIGHTLY

Personality Traits:
Passionate Perfectionist:
It isn't enough for her to attempt. If it isn't perfect, she didn't do it. Her definition of perfect is also determined entirely by her.

Colder: If she doesn't like you, she isn't going to acknowledge your presence. And if she does, its likely only enough to snap at you.

Semblance of Sweet: Unless she wants to do something to you, then she'll start acting extremely nice. It takes an expert to understand that this is an act at all.

Requests:She absolutely adores getting people's help in satiating some desire of hers. Very rarely is it something the other person wants to do.

Sadism: She likes causing pain, whether it be physical or emotional.

General Personality:
Margarette is undoubtedly the most bizarre girl at Aura Academy. She is better known as a bitch, and rightly so. The girl switches between a veneer of sweet simplicity and to her true cold nature, one that barely cares for anyone else. She adores acting like someone else, and often abuses her shape shifting abilities to complete the persona of someone else. Acting is perhaps the only time she ever has any fun, so she tries to please herself whenever possible.

On the other hand, one has the amazing sadism she can demonstrate. Margarette enjoys seeing pain in others, and tries her best to use her abilities to make people's lives hell. While she prefers physical pain, Sage is too intelligent to do anything but loose emotional pain. Whether it be shattering relationships by appearing to be a friend or simply by starting a rumor, she enjoys it more than is healthy.

There is a slightly hidden side to her, the extremely demure side triggered simply by the presence of someone she considers to have more authority than her. She ceases talking, and barely moves except to take orders. However, these authority figures are far and few between, and why she considers them authority figures isn't always the clearest. It is noted however that most if not all the rebels are accepted as authority by her.

Her cold nature is all too well known, which actually pushed her into the rebel faction. She can ignore anyone in the school, and barely acknowledge their presence beyond glances. If she does speak, it is to make a usually insulting comment. Every so often she will provide a gem of excellent advice, showing that underneath brutality there is a wildly intelligent young woman.

Likes:
Acting
Running
Sadism
Cheesecake
Gothic styling
Tea
The color black

Dislikes:
The Royals
The Unique
Carrot Cake
Alcohol
Coffee
Chaos

Habits:
Biting her fingernails

Pet Peeves:
Anyone who thinks they are that much better than her
Cats
Sleeping in

FLITTING JUST LIKE FIREFLIES

Height & Weight: 4'3"-7'0"/ 100 lbs - 300 lbs
Piercings/Tattoos: None
Picture:user posted image

Appearance:
As a shifter, she has no set appearance, but usually appears as a platinum blonde young woman. Light blue eyes accent pale skin, and an overall thin form makes her relatively unappealing. On the other hand, it isn't uncommon to see her as a short black haired girl. The only aspect of her that doesn't change on a day to day basis are the light blue eyes. At times, it isn't at all unknown for Margarette to suddenly slip into the guise of someone she knows.

Another constant is her dressing style. She is notorious for her hatred of jeans, mostly for the price. After all, she could buy a perfectly good pair of actual military grade pants for the same price. Her clothing style ranges between military and gothic, and she prefers leaving her hair relatively unkempt. Not only that, but the girl rarely uses any sort of make up, as both 'it makes her look older' and she can alter the pigmentation of her skin easily enough.

Her natural form, however, is a dark skinned young woman with ebony hair. The hair falls to the small of her back, and is usually completely uncared for. Her eyes are dark brown, and strongly contrast against the whites of her eyes. She has a curved face, one with no real outstanding features, beyond the excellence of the whole. Her figure is slim, also with no outstanding curves, but there is little doubt that she is female.


SHOWING THE WAY TO HEAVEN

Family Members: John Sage, 42, ex-military officer
Pet(s): Her dad has a german shepherd named Marsh
Financial Status: Middle class

History:
John Sage was your average military man. Spending years in the military, specifically as an officer in the Rangers, he would come to learn the values of duty, honor, and respect. He would also come to realize the true suffering of the world, and adopt a young Kuwaiti girl he dubbed Margarette. He wasn't a good father, but she wasn't asking for much. If anything, she was asking to be saved. So, he resigned his position in the military, made the necessary arrangements, and pulled himself and Margarette out of Kuwait.

It wasn't a typical father-daughter relationship. While he loved the girl, and she loved him back, his background prevented any real father daughter moments. On the other hand, she was a perfectly disciplined young lady, one who had a shockingly excellent school record through elementary school. No student had it in their minds that she was anything but another little girl. She was happy, and all the older girls on the block were nice to her. They also spread their sense of style to the girl, and John hardly cared. She could wear whatever she wanted as it was a casual day.

Middle school, being the terrible thing it was lead to the absolute destruction of what could have been an excellent young lady. Racism for the dark skin tone, hate for the style of dress, and hatred for her very existence. There wasn't much John could do other than teach the girl to defend herself, and as every day spread on, Margarette became shockingly self contained. Barely into her eight grade year she turned the tables, and also learned of her potent latent capabilities. Friends stabbed friends in the back, while they all denied it. It lead to such confusion that the quiet young Kuwaiti girl was completely ignored.

It was halfway through her summer that John received notice that she was to be transfered to Aura Academy. He questioned his daughter on the subject, and she quite simply replied that she could alter her appearance at will, and demonstrated it. Luckily for her, John was a very understanding person and gave her good wishes to go to the school. It did however slightly disturb him that she went to the school as a young caucasian female.

His complaints met deaf ears, and as the odd girl started her first year of high school, she avoided the racism and embraced the clique nature of the school. She joined the rebels, not as a partier but as a girl who simply matched their interests to the slightest of degrees. She also gained some notoriety for cruelty and brutal coldness. Overall, however, the rebels helped to pull the girl from hating absolutely everyone and focused her destructive energy against the rival cliques. Some continue to try to bring her further out of the depths of depravity. But as it stands, the girl


OH, AND FOR JUST YOU AND I

Magic Words: glittery, soap, bubbles
RP Sample:


QUOTE

It wasn't a normal event that brought her to New York, New York. A normal event would have her in heavy kevlar, and hauling around enough heat to run a gang war. Not to mention it being completely legal, thanks to the laws protecting so-called private contractors. On this fair night, she was to meet a friend. At night, she had no clue why. If he wanted to scare her, it wasn't like he had to try too hard. Not only was he a giant, he could also disappear into thin air. Ayraen was her best friend, better brother than her brother, and completely uninterested in her in a romantic way.

This was how she found herself slapping the door to a rental Taurus shut. Hands on her hips, she gave the white car a hard stare, as though daring it to make someone think her a parent. She locked the Taurus, checked all the doors, and then left the demonic parent mobile alone to walk across Central Park, at night, without having a clue as to where she should go. It was only made worse by the black miniskirt that showed everything but the color of her undergarments, the black and red halter top that while exposed no cleavage did nothing to hide the fact she was a pretty young woman, with the overly practical black combat boots clashing with the entire display. A bare inch of her stomach was exposed. Ayraen had picked out the outfit for her when they had last spent a real amount of time with each other. He had also tried to get her into a corset, which she ended up purchasing anyways, but didn't see herself wearing it, except in front of a lover or him. He really didn't mind when she displayed that she was, in fact, female.

He had also made her learn how to walk with a feminine roll of the hips, which she demonstrated as she strolled through the park at night. Charcolate dared anyone observing her from the shadows to grab her, for they would be handling quite a bit more than harmless young woman. She had learned quite a long time ago that scotch tape could easily hold a light weight, of say a switchblade or butterfly knife, to her without slowing any attempt at reclaiming it. Not to mention she was relatively experienced with hand to hand combat. It was unfortunate, of course, when out of the corner of her eyes a giant grabbed her and spun her around. Any other man who dared to grab her in such a manner would get a broken arm and a sexual harassment charge.

"Ayraen...If you weren't gay, and my not-so-formally-adopted brother, I don't want to discuss how many pieces you'd be in." Char retorted, staring up at him. At times, she could hardly believe his sexual preference. Her hands returned to her hips and she gave him a mock glare. A smile broke that in short order, and she hugged him around the mid-torso, the only place on him she could really reach. Charlotte chuckled, and then withdrew.

"I arrived safely, thanks for asking. Although, Hertz gave me a Taurus this time. I keep requesting the mustang. But off of the subject of your favorite mercenary, how are you doing, my jolly chameleon giant?" Charlotte inquired. She adjusted her skirt quickly, pulling it a little lower, and then adjusted the bosom of her halter top. The thing, she could have sworn, was not built to hold her. Ayraen really should have picked out something that didn't have such a threat of her falling out in an awkward manner, at least not as much in front of him. After all, he had no interest in her.

Alice Black - November 19, 2007 10:04 PM (GMT)
Does your character have no other family members worth mentioning, even cousins and what not?

Margarette Sage - November 19, 2007 11:11 PM (GMT)
She doesn't know them, so they'd never appear on the app.

ANYWAYS. so I get the excellent word today that I won't have internet access until Monday of next week, starting tomorrow. Isn't that great? It makes me all fuzzy inside. (Unless for some odd reason I manage to find internet access, then I might pop up here. But that's unlikely.)

Alice Black - November 19, 2007 11:20 PM (GMT)
That sucks!

user posted image

Accepted!
Congratulations, you've been placed as a rebel.
You have been placed in the physical abilities class.
You have been placed in the evening cycle.




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