Post by Trixie on Aug 23, 2014 1:56:20 GMT -6
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#Name; Trixie Lulamoon
#Age ;17
#Orientation ;
#Gender ; Female
#Occupation ; Student
#Alignment ; Unaligned
#Physique ; Short, slim
#Hair color and style ; A minty blue with a few darker tones here and there. Her long hair is normally parted to the right, but it can go left on occasion.
#Eye color ; Violet
#Clothing ; Though she has a variety of different outfits, her standard attire consists of a navy hoodie with sky blue star-shaped patterns on the elbows, a lavender inner shirt, and a matching lavender skirt that reaches her thighs and sports her signature moon and wand design. Her footwear is normally thigh-high navy boots with heels, and folded-out lavender socks. On her hair is a lavender hairpin.
#Personality ;
Trixie is best known to be egotistical and self-centered, with a voracious appetite for the attention and love of her peers. She thinks very highly of herself, often finding herself superior to others, and tends to act on this through boasting and theatrical display of her abilities, often over-the-top and exaggerated to produce greater effect. In this habit of narcissism, she's developed the quirk of speaking in the third person, as if detailing a story about her, herself, and her. In doing this, the self-styled entertainer isn't adverse to fabricating great deeds, stealing the show, or downright lying in order to show her own 'majesty' to the world.
Branching out on this ability is her tendency to be flashy and produce multiple effects to further her own goals. Instead of inwardly believing herself better than others, the girl finds it necessary to broadcast this to everybody. In accordance with these traits, Trixie normally acts extremely extroverted, and is often one to do something voluminously and loudly instead of proceeding as usual. Examples include challenging others publicly instead of privately debating, announcing her presence every time he enters a building or performs an action, etc.
This isn't to say Trixie completely lacks a moral compass that points somewhere other than her. Despite being a really self-centered individual, she's still fairly decent in common human courtesies, such as waiting her turn, instructing others in confusion, and being generally amiable, if not arrogant, on first meetings. She doesn't truly feel guilt for some lesser acts of discord, but can be adverse to the truly vile aspects that can gravely injure somebody in any way. It's best to be kept in mind that, although Trixie is generally extremely vain, she's decent when the time comes.
A good result of this arrogance is an absolute self-confidence and blinding courage. It takes guts to show yourself to everybody without breaking a swear, and Trixie's got all the requirements covered. She's very sure of herself in judging if she can or cannot do something, and is always one to stand up to adversaries against her cause instead of running away. Her judgment is also fairly sound (when not concerned with herself), as well as her timing. There's a time and place to spend resources on showing everybody you're the best thing ever, as any good extrovert should be aware of.
Too long, didn't read: Trixie is really vain, flashy, and charismatic, but is kinda decent.
#History ;
With a direct family of two parents and three elder brothers, life was not easy for Trixie since birth. Most of the attention had to be divided among all the siblings, and as luck had it, she got the short end of the stick all too much. The first brother was a football star at his school, and often had to be cared for during times of injury. The second brother, an intellectual genius who often was attending such events as spelling bees and mathematics contests, which also took much of her parent's time. The third, an individual of culture, proficient in all forms of music and arts and crafts, who performed in concerts since he was as young as she was. The fourth? The fourth had no chance.
It was always about her brothers. Them, them, them. Cheer at their game, help them study, go to their concert, help them practice! Did she get anything? No, of course not. They were the pride and joy of the family, three strapping individuals who would most likely grow to become great men of their time. What was she? The help. The little sister. The support. There was never a limelight for her, never some time where she could develop her own skills! It was just THEM, and the girl who lived in their combined shadow, trying to help them achieve glorious victory. But she never felt glory in her youth, not once.
Alienated, the girl tried getting attention. Asking questions, taking time, even such whimsical acts like pranks or disorganizing work. But she'd never got what she wanted. She'd been brushed off as a mere nuisance, and they went on without her. The brothers were like titans of iron and steel that the girl kept trying and trying to get attention from, but every time she poked them, screamed at them, they'd simply go on, being giants, not noticing. And she felt horrible every time.
But elsewhere, they'd noticed her. Among others, people told her that she was one of the most energetic, fun individuals they'd had the honor of meeting. That, even if her family couldn't give less than two cents about her, they did, and they enjoyed every aspect of it! Of course, these were all common courtesies and general compliments, not meant to actively change a person. But it meant something to her, more than anyone else. It meant they looked at her, where her brothers and parents didn't.
It got into her head. She started to please the masses instead of those close to her, fishing for compliments and attention. They gave her those things! They gave her what she's been lusting for nearly her entire childhood, and she'd absorbed every single syllable with which they praised her. There were few haters, but she'd felt so good with those compliments, that it urged her to go more, and more, and more! All else became eclipsed by attention, and by that extent, by glory.
As she grew older, however, less attention was given. Criticism started becoming more common, and she didn't capture the hearts of the many like she did. In desperation, she shrugged it off, simply thinking they were at fault, that it was their mistakes and their corrupted reasoning that threw them off her majesty. The girl started finding herself better than those critics, and soon, that confidence started twisting into arrogance, and the girl started finding herself better than anyone. If they didn't like her, and if her brothers didn't like her, then she would like herself! And in this, in her greatness, people would love her once more and admire her, wishing they could be nearly as amazing.
At once, she started to add a little pizzazz to her actions. A little oomph here, and a little bang there. She attracted attention good and bad, but that didn't matter. People saw what she was, which was obviously awesome. Why wouldn't it be? She was a glorious person, and these flashes of ability only made her more apparent to everybody. The girl was just as good as her brothers now, and got all the love that they got, all the eyes on her that they had, for all the world now knew of the Great and Powerful Trixie.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Ymir
#Age ; High School
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ;THE GREAT AND POWERFULMale
#How did you find us? ; Affiliates.
#Sample RP ;
Break time was always a wonderful time for Trixie. Why wouldn't it be? Away from those dull teachers and boring lectures on math and history and what-not. Pah! If she had it her way, it'd be her they would be talking about in the history books, with entire pages devoted to her greatness, like such men as Napoleon and or Genghis Khan or Alexander.
But she digresses. Break time was good because it allowed her to do as she fancied at any time, as it should be. At that break, however, the narcissist fancied herself somewhat hungry and could go for a snack. As such, she strutted the halls of her high school, making her way to the vending machine to satisfy herself. All was well and fine with the day so far, so she felt rather comfortable with herself.
Well, that is, until she caught sight of some strange girl trying to budge open her favorite vending machine. Grasping at the sides, ramming into the glass, all such folly. It was amusing, so she stood back and watched the show, smiling in mirth at the girl's silly antics. Obviously, she needed the assistance of a certain beautiful woman to guide her in working the machine. So, being ever so humble and kind, Trixie stepped up to the vending machine just as the girl was about to level it with a kick.
"Excuse me." She said with her arms crossed, praising herself for her courteous ways to such a poor, misguided person. Now, to allow the girl to truly observe her mastery of the vending machine! Her hands begun to move in a magical fashion as she announced her actions. "The grrrreat, and powerful, TRIXIE!" And her arms flew to the air as she presented herself to the heavens above, like a show at a carnival.
But then she looked about, a natural habit when trying to find an audience to adore her. Oh, there was nobody there. Well, she supposed it would do to be a little down-to-earth for the confused girl, given there was nobody to admire her awesomeness. "...Needs some peanut butter crackers." She fished out a coin from her pocket, and with a grin, put in the currency to obtain her awaited snack.
She held the snack as if it were some great treasure, and her generous instruction to the violent violet lady ended with a "Voila!" She closed her eyes and strutted away, feeling she had done the girl a favor by teaching her the ways of the vending machine by using her amazing abilities to work it like a professional. Satisfied, the showgirl went to go eat her snack elsewhere.