Post by Winifred May Cresswell on Mar 24, 2012 15:14:41 GMT -5
Winifred May Cresswell
FULL NAME: Winifred May Cresswell
NICK NAME: Winny, Fred
AGE: 19
COMMUNITY SUPPORT: Aspiring novelist, Volunteer Teacher/Reader
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
FACE CLAIM: Rachel Hurd-Wood
EYE COLOR: Light Blue
HAIR COLOR: Red
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5’ 9”, average weight
DESCRIPTION: Winifred has medium length red hair that falls slightly below her shoulders that she often wears her hair in loose curls. Her eyes are a soul-piercing light blue, and people often tell her that is the first feature that they notice about her. She has a rather round face because she never quite lost all of her baby fat as she grew up: It gives her a softer, kinder look. She has a dimple on each side of her face.
She pays a lot of careful attention to her appearance, always seeking that put-together and mature look from her clothing. She doesn’t think that she is particularly pretty, just a simple girl trying to get by on her own in the world. She dresses like a conservative 30 year old woman--in sweaters, slacks, and practical oxford shoes--despite the fact that she is only 19 years old. Yet, there’s always something that’s inexplicably childish about the way that she looks, like a small girl playing dress up in her mothers clothes.
PERSONALITY: Winifred has always been a thinker and a dreamer. There isn’t a moment that goes by when she is not forming another story in her head for a possible novel idea. She, however, is often very forgetful and loses those ideas in the recesses of her mind when it comes time to actually write them down. She often finds it hard to focus when she’s doing menial tasks and finds herself zoning out into the world of fiction.
Winny has always been torn between what is expected of her and what she wants to do. Her mother brought her up to be well-manner and intelligent when speaking, but sometimes she just wants to let everyone know what’s on her mind and often blurts out whatever she is thinking on accident.
She has a knack for children because of her intense, uncontrollable imagination. She loves telling them about “her” adventures during class and often manifests some of what she is feeling into her stories as a way to cope with day to day life. But despite her sometimes childish nature, Winny is compassionate and kind to everyone that she meets. She is a true nurturer, always worrying about everyone else and the way that they are feeling. Some of the children at the School House ask her to teach their parents how to tell good bed-time stories, and Winny always promises that she will. She has grown attached to the children and adults that she works with.
HOMETOWN: New York, New York
FAMILY MEMBERS: Anna Cresswell, mother
James Cresswell, father
Nancy, dog
HISTORY: Winny was born in London, England to her Anna and James Cresswell’s small home. Her father worked hard as a banker, but never seemed to move anywhere in terms of promotions. Her mother was a stay at home mom and very overbearing when it came to Winny. She grew up learning her manners as best as she could, but her mother always seemed to find something to nit-pick about.
When Winny turned 10, her parents were forced to move from their home because her father had lost his job. They decided to move to America, where Winny would spend the rest of her days. They took their entire life and relocated to the out-skirts of New York City. Winny loved the hustle and bustle of New York, but what she loved most of all was when her mother took her to the parks. She would find herself getting into daring stick sword-fights with the other children and then proceeding to spin them tales of Pirates and Aliens. Cyborgs and The French Revolution. Whatever came to her mind, she acted it out and by the end of her play-dates, she would have an audience of both peers and parents alike.
As she grew up, her relationship with both her mother and her father became more strained. Mr. Cresswell worked too hard at his job and was never home and Mrs. Cresswell became increasingly tiresome of Winifred’s stories. Winny would often be given a prompt in secondary school and she would end up spinning a creative, fictional story about it, instead of actually following the prompt, causing her to fail many assignments. When she entered the 10th grade, Mrs. Cresswell demanded that they send Winifred to boarding school so that she could learn to better control her imagination.
From age 15-18, Winny attended a small boarding school in Toronto, Canada, but she never quite got control of her stories. They seemed to just flow from her whenever convenient. After graduating, Winny returned home to her parents in New York, but they were constantly pressuring her to attend college. After a while, she agreed and enrolled in a small community college. A few months in, she received the mysterious letter detailing the small town of Memory, Maine. The day that she had gotten the letter was the same day that she had been contemplating dropping out of college and pursuing a career in Theater or novel writing. The way the letter described the town it was a picturesque place that seemed to be calling her name, but also calling her for another reason. Apparently, it reasoned, there was a Spirit possessing her. And what better way to peak her interest then mentioning something worth writing a story about?
Her letter informed her of a small school where they were in need of a volunteer teacher to read to the children to help better their imagination. She didn’t show her parents, but instead, simply informed them that she was dropping out of college and moving out. She chalked it up to being too old to still live with them and the need to really find out who she was. Her parents had both been reluctant to let her leave their house, but after a month and a lot of loud yelling and screaming, she was on her way to Memory, Maine, all of her belongings in two small suitcases. She has lived there for the past six months while working as a volunteer school teacher. However, as more time goes by, she cant help but feel like someone is always watching what she does and sometimes, even controlling her.
DISNEY CHARACTER: Wendy Darling
STATUS: Dormant
ABILITIES/ATTRIBUTES: Vivid imagination, enchanting story teller, apt at sewing, sword-fighting ability
DESCRIPTION: Although Wendy has not awakened within Winifred yet, she’s still quite aware that there is someone else up there. At first she thought she was crazy; her actions were often sporadic and unplanned and the stories that she came up with ridiculous and unheard of, she often found herself practicing sword-fighting with no rhyme or reason with the knives in her kitchen. She’s been trying to convince herself lately that she is not, in fact, crazy and that there is something else going on, but she has yet to figure out which Disney Spirit is up there causing her to feel this way.
YOUR NAME: Quinn
YOUR AGE: 19
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: Approximately 3 years, on and off
YOUR SAMPLE: (From another site)
Piper walked down the hallway and pushed some of her blonde hair behind her ears and stuck her nose into the air as a way to express something resembling pretentiousness. She could feel eyes on her and she secretly hoped that they were all staring, although, she somehow doubted that they were. She wasn't popular. She had never been popular. She hadn't exactly gotten there yet. But she was well on her way--at least that's what she thought.
She took a deep breath to try and get rid of the feeling of in-superiority and walked past a group of popular girls, trying her best to look as if she knew exactly what she was doing. One of them raised an eyebrow, "Nice shirt, Richards...Where'd you get it? Goodwill?" One of the girls said to her. Piper felt her face grow hot and she tried to smile at them and be brave.
"It was a gift...From..." She struggled trying to come up with some sort of explanation that would make her seem like she belonged with their group and not on the edges of the wannabes, "From Alex Pettyfer when he stayed at our beach house last summer." Some of the girls snickered and Piper hung her head. She could heard the blood thundering in her head from embarrassment and she knew that her face was beginning to redden. She shifted uncomfortably in her skin and then looked up at them all. The sneers of her peers, glaring at her from around the circle.
Fail. She thought to herself and excused herself from the group. She stumbled into the bathroom and stared at the sink, holding her breath. She finally gained the courage to look up at her face in the mirror and recoiled. There was mascara smeared on one of her eyes and her eyes both looked red. She reached up and touched her cheek and felt a tear. She didn’t know when she had started to cry, but she could only imagine that everyone else had seen her. Tomorrow would be a better day. It had to be.
Welcome to Memory Winny! Happy Roleplaying!