Post by G A Phillips on Apr 26, 2009 21:53:07 GMT -5
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[ Full Character Name: ] G A Phillips (Goes by G, G A, or Phil)
[ Character Gender: ] Female
[ Country of Citizenship: ] UK
[ First House Preference: ] Hufflepuff
[ Second House Preference: ] Ravenclaw
[ Third House Preference: ] Gryffindor
[ Fourth House Preference: ] Slytherin
[ First Year Preference: ] 1st
[ Second Year Preference: ] 2nd
[ Third Year Preference: ]6th
[ Physical Character Description: ]
Well G A doesn’t look like any of the Charge clan, they all have green eyes and blond or red hair, but not G A. She’s got naturally dark hair and eyes the color of the sky around the edges and an explosion of sea-blue near the pupil and all circled by blue so dark it’s nearly black. Her hair is cut close to her head, sometimes if she’s feeling fancy she spikes it up in the back, but most the time she does nothing to it and it is similar to a style normally found on a guy.
Her build is athletic, an inch or two taller than the rest of the Charge girls were at her age, which still is a little on the short side, and having not yet hit puberty coupled with her short hair she has been mistaken for a boy multiple times and rarely correct the assumption.
Her dress is geared to the male style as well, another thing that sets her out from her sisters who come from a long line of Prom Queens and debutants. She’s never to be caught in a dress or skirt, likes earth tones, and although hygiene is important she believes you can wear the same pair of jeans for nearly an entire week before they need to be washed. She avoids wearing shoe’s whenever possible and her feet are calloused in the most un-lady like way. She’s never once worn any type of jewelry other than the home made cord necklaces that have been the hottest fashion in her home town the last few years, a fad that seems to have been isolated to the area.
A bit of her Mama’s southern twang slips in her voice from time to time, sometime so strong you’d be sure she stepped right out of the south and others you can barely hear it but more often than not it walks a middle ground.
[ Personality Character Description: ]
Easy going, fun loving, a stubborn streak to impress a mule, intelligent, brave, sneaky when she needs to be, unique, thick headed, all the manners of a right proper gentleman, always has her nose in a book when she’s not outside, and never one to back down from a challenge G is entirely herself and refuses to be tainted by what others think she should be.
[ History: ]
Well before you know about G’s life you might as well know a little bit about her family. So we’ll start before she was born.
Anna-Bell was born and raised in Georgia, USA. In tenth grade her high school sweetheart Bryan Charge came to America as a foreign exchange student from London in his twelfth grade year. Well they fell in love and when Anna-Bell was 18 she moved to the UK and married Bryan. They settled down in the country and started a little family. They had a little ranch on a nice little plot of land and had a son and then six years later, they had another boy. Steven and Garret-Connor were their names and neither Anna-Bell nor Bryan could have asked for more, but life has a way of moving on no matter how content you are with the present. Three years after Garret was born Anna-Bell’s youngest sister was having a child at only 18; knowing her sister did not have the resources to raise a child she adopted the baby as her own. The next year Anna-Bell’s sister had another child by the same man and Anna-Bell took her on as well. These children were Eliza and Delilah. Now with two boys and two girls the family was as happy as could be.
Two years after they took Delilah into their home Anna-Bell was pregnant again and about to have her third son. In the hospital she shared a room with a lady who they’d found collapsed and in labor somewhere in the town. She was delirious part of the time but had her moments of sanity where she managed to converse with Anna-Bell. Her name was Laura Phillips and this was her first child but it was an unwanted child. Anna-Bell, knowing a good deal about rearing children and about taking on children as her own, said she’d take on the unwanted bastard. So two days later she came home with her boy Jacob and the child of the mysterious woman who had only stayed around a long enough to christen her before disappearing. The child was a little girl and her name was G A Phillips.
Anna-Bell always said that little G must have known even then that she was an unwanted baby because she cried for nearly six days straight, save for when she was sleeping or eating. Then one day she just stopped, Anna-Bell would say that this was the day she came to terms with her situation and the world, or at least just got tired of crying because after that she made less noise than any other baby she had seen before or since.
She was a quick learner and learned to do most things early. She learned to walk at an early age, learned how to open doors before she could walk across a room, anybody in the family would tell you she’s must of been born reading since even at a young age she was fascinated with books, and always seemed to find a way to sneak out of the house and wander off, but she didn’t talk.
She was an average happy toddler who learned to read without anyone ever remembering teaching her, but still she did not talk. In fact it wasn’t until she was five did she say her first words. By then Jacob had been talking for over three years and her next brother Vance Dillon, younger by two years, was talking as well and her next sister Casey, younger by four years, was making good progress to talking. But once she did start talking she rarely stopped. Everybody was surprised not only at how big her vocabulary was for having never said a peep for five years but also at how well her reading skills were. Anna-Bell said that she had just been listening and learning up till then she only spoke once she was good and ready, but she was so stubborn that this was only after everybody had stopped fussing over her to talk.
By five years old G already had a very strong personality that only grew stronger as she got older. She wore jeans and overalls and never could be caught in a dress except at Christmas dinner, rarely did she wear shoes but she never did have shoes until she started first grade either. She never let her hair grow past her shoulders and was the most stubborn little thing you had ever set your eyes on. As she grew she was inseparable from Jacob, by this time called Brother Jacob by all in the family and at school. Neither of the pair had much interested in their sisters Delilah and Eliza and Steven was too old to hold much interest. Garret-Connor however was the perfect age for them to always want to be around. With Garret-Connor as their leader and Vance Dillon tagging along the four of them spent every summer and free moment running into town, tormenting their neighbors, and just causing general havoc to the house, animals, and surrounding land.
So G grew up with hardly a care in the world and enjoying every day of her life. She grew up with many disapproving frowns and even more “When are you gonna start acting like a girl, Phil?” from her family, her friends, and her neighbors.
She grew up going by more than one name. Phil is what her Papa and most the people around the neighborhood called her but some also called her Phillip; however usually she was only called Phillip when somebody was angry at her. Then most of her classmates called her G A and only her Mama and those who wanted to be proper called her G. But no mater all the different names she went by or the number of disapproving shakes of the head, she was happy.
By now Anna-Bell had had another child, a little girl whom G grew strongly attached to. Liza-Fay was born when G was eight and just old enough to start taking an interest in helping to raise her. G would rather Little Baby Liza-Fay be raised up right, not worrying about girly things such as her hair and being clean so soon as she could walk G started to take her under her wing and when she could she’d bring her along on her and Brother Jacob’s adventured. By now Garret-Connor was too old to want to spend any time with them but Vance Dillon was still their faithful scapegoat.
She got in lots of trouble growing up, but she had lots of fun. Like the time she and a Brother Jacob broke into Old Man Shuvnik’s house and stole his left slipper on a dare, or when she was 10 and Brother Jacob, Vance Dillon, and herself spent Halloween night in the old haunted house up Greenleaf St with her gang of friends from school. Her life was spent full of such events that she would gladly brag about and had earned her the reputation of the toughest and he bravest girl in the entire town and surrounding areas. That doesn’t say a lot however since it is a small town indeed, a population just a little more than 500 including the surrounding farms. Her little town is such an oddity, although the clothes on the people are new and their slang is current the city is almost like a time capsule. Most the town has remained unchanged for over a hundred years, the roads have been pathed and re-pathed as needed and some building are more new than old with repairs and there are some newer buildings. But more importantly the small town ethics have been preserved.
This doesn’t mean her life was perfect. Almost every adult she ever encountered frowned on her boyish ways, and many children teased her on her name, defiantly an oddity in the school. If you asked around about her you would get answers like “She ain’t really a girl, Phil.” And you would hear stories like “No one ever wanted G A, that’s why she’s called G A. Stands for Go Away.” and “G don’t have a name, you have to have a mum to have a name and we all know that she don’t have a mum. I heard that Miss Charge found her in a field one night. So Mr. Charge threw a dart at all the letters in the alphabet and it landed on G.” Such stories about her origins were common in the school yard. Even if her last name had been Charge or if she had had a proper first name it would have been clear that she wasn’t a Charge by blood for she looked different than anybody else in the family. But G never paid it much mind because anybody who said a word against her to her face would get a face full of dirt or a bloody lip.
But her entire life was not spent in this one small town. Every summer Anna-Bell and Bryan shipped their older children off to the states to stay with Anna-Bell’s relatives. Sometimes too their Grandpa’s in Georgia, an Uncle in California, an Aunt in Montana, or with Anna-Bell’s cousin Christopher who was practically a nomad, traveling around the states in his RV. Either staying with Christopher or with their aunt in Montana were G’s favorite places to stay in the summer. Some summer’s she went with only Brother Jacob sometimes she, Brother Jacob, Vance Dillon, and Garret-Connor would all go together, it depended on where they were going. One summer she went off to her Grandpa’s with Delilah and Eliza and Casey showed up halfway through the summer but with none of her brothers. She befriended some local boys but still that was the only summer she did not enjoy completely.
So G grew up, thinking she had a perfect life until one day an owl showed up with a thick letter in its beak.
[ Pros and Cons: ]
Pros
Her word means everything to her. She never said she’d do something she didn’t or made a promise that she broke. She trusts everybody’s word and assumes that they would trust her because she was raised with old classic values and don’t see how it can be any other way. She tries not to take anything that she won’t be able to pay back, and just in general has good values.
She’s crazy as a full moon, loves a challenge, and is just an easy going gal who loves to have fun. She’s too young to realize the troubles of the world and since she never had much growing up, she doesn’t realize when she’s missing something and doesn’t stress of things she cannot change. She lives in the now, doesn’t hold a grudge, and is very forgiving.
G’s a country girl at heart, well maybe she’s actually a country boy at heart because she never showed much interest in anything famine. She always got along with boys and rarely had a friend who is a girl. Just likes thing better their way, but she’s always been an odd one. Anyway, she’s country to her roots. G knows how to ride a horse or rope cattle, not afraid of hard work, and believes in good old fashion manors. She’ll do what you ask of her if you have her respect and well she can be a little stuck in her ways.
Cons
She is not violent per say, but there’s nothing a fight can’t solve. From deciding who gets the last piece of pie to settling any kind of dispute, well it seems only natural to her that a quick scuff is the way to settle things. Fighting is almost like talking, you can learn a lot about somebody from the way they fight. That’s how the social hierarchy of her life was growing up.
She’s got a stubborn steak, that’s for sure. Once she gets an idea in her head it’ll take the power of a storm to get her off of it. If she really wants something, she’s going to get it, or at least try her hardest for just a bit longer than reasonable to get what she wants. But she rarely wants something enough to get the idea stuck in her head.
She is a sneaky one; there is no doubt about that. She’s been sneaking off since she was old enough to walk. An expert at reconnaissance missions she learned the art of being inconspicuous and slipping into the unnoticed when she was still young and uses this to her advantage. That’s the problem, as well as being sneaky she’s got a wicked streak deep down. She get’s thrills from picking locks or sneaking into houses, from gathering information about people and casually using it to her advantage when she needs to. Yes, she’s wicked deep down and rarely does this surface but when it does, watch out.
[ Role Playing Example: ]
Summer was a time of a joy for G, a time to run through fields with no shoe’s on and a time when she had nothing better to do but walk the three miles from her Aunt’s house into town; which is what she was doing on this particular summer morning. Clad in jeans and tank top strolling in-between Brother Jacob, who was dressed similarly to herself, and an older boy, a farm hand who they called Spit (much to his dislike) on her other side, with Vance Dillon trailing a few steps behind. They were headed into town to buy a pack of bubble gum and some soda pop after their Aunt had given them a ten and sent them to town to get them out of her hair.
They were passing by a field full of cattle when Spit said, “Hey Phil.”
“Yeah?” G answered
“Betcha you’re not brave enough to ride a bull.” He challenged.
“Am too, watch me.” G said and veered off the road. She knew this was a stupid challenge but just last night Spit had been bragging about how he had won bull riding for three years running at the local rodeo but Brother Jacob had told him that he didn’t believe him because if he’d have won he’d have a belt buckle or a trophy or something. They’d only been here a few weeks and she knew that Spit was just trying to brag and didn’t actually mean for her to try it, but she wanted to prove she could ride a bull just as well as Spit said he could.
She went over to a field where a head of cattle were trucking past on a small road, no doubt heading back to the far side of the field after being fed, and sat on a fence post and waited as the cows went past. The three boys leaned against the fence and waited with her.
[ Full Character Name: ] G A Phillips (Goes by G, G A, or Phil)
[ Character Gender: ] Female
[ Country of Citizenship: ] UK
[ First House Preference: ] Hufflepuff
[ Second House Preference: ] Ravenclaw
[ Third House Preference: ] Gryffindor
[ Fourth House Preference: ] Slytherin
[ First Year Preference: ] 1st
[ Second Year Preference: ] 2nd
[ Third Year Preference: ]6th
[ Physical Character Description: ]
Well G A doesn’t look like any of the Charge clan, they all have green eyes and blond or red hair, but not G A. She’s got naturally dark hair and eyes the color of the sky around the edges and an explosion of sea-blue near the pupil and all circled by blue so dark it’s nearly black. Her hair is cut close to her head, sometimes if she’s feeling fancy she spikes it up in the back, but most the time she does nothing to it and it is similar to a style normally found on a guy.
Her build is athletic, an inch or two taller than the rest of the Charge girls were at her age, which still is a little on the short side, and having not yet hit puberty coupled with her short hair she has been mistaken for a boy multiple times and rarely correct the assumption.
Her dress is geared to the male style as well, another thing that sets her out from her sisters who come from a long line of Prom Queens and debutants. She’s never to be caught in a dress or skirt, likes earth tones, and although hygiene is important she believes you can wear the same pair of jeans for nearly an entire week before they need to be washed. She avoids wearing shoe’s whenever possible and her feet are calloused in the most un-lady like way. She’s never once worn any type of jewelry other than the home made cord necklaces that have been the hottest fashion in her home town the last few years, a fad that seems to have been isolated to the area.
A bit of her Mama’s southern twang slips in her voice from time to time, sometime so strong you’d be sure she stepped right out of the south and others you can barely hear it but more often than not it walks a middle ground.
[ Personality Character Description: ]
Easy going, fun loving, a stubborn streak to impress a mule, intelligent, brave, sneaky when she needs to be, unique, thick headed, all the manners of a right proper gentleman, always has her nose in a book when she’s not outside, and never one to back down from a challenge G is entirely herself and refuses to be tainted by what others think she should be.
[ History: ]
Well before you know about G’s life you might as well know a little bit about her family. So we’ll start before she was born.
Anna-Bell was born and raised in Georgia, USA. In tenth grade her high school sweetheart Bryan Charge came to America as a foreign exchange student from London in his twelfth grade year. Well they fell in love and when Anna-Bell was 18 she moved to the UK and married Bryan. They settled down in the country and started a little family. They had a little ranch on a nice little plot of land and had a son and then six years later, they had another boy. Steven and Garret-Connor were their names and neither Anna-Bell nor Bryan could have asked for more, but life has a way of moving on no matter how content you are with the present. Three years after Garret was born Anna-Bell’s youngest sister was having a child at only 18; knowing her sister did not have the resources to raise a child she adopted the baby as her own. The next year Anna-Bell’s sister had another child by the same man and Anna-Bell took her on as well. These children were Eliza and Delilah. Now with two boys and two girls the family was as happy as could be.
Two years after they took Delilah into their home Anna-Bell was pregnant again and about to have her third son. In the hospital she shared a room with a lady who they’d found collapsed and in labor somewhere in the town. She was delirious part of the time but had her moments of sanity where she managed to converse with Anna-Bell. Her name was Laura Phillips and this was her first child but it was an unwanted child. Anna-Bell, knowing a good deal about rearing children and about taking on children as her own, said she’d take on the unwanted bastard. So two days later she came home with her boy Jacob and the child of the mysterious woman who had only stayed around a long enough to christen her before disappearing. The child was a little girl and her name was G A Phillips.
Anna-Bell always said that little G must have known even then that she was an unwanted baby because she cried for nearly six days straight, save for when she was sleeping or eating. Then one day she just stopped, Anna-Bell would say that this was the day she came to terms with her situation and the world, or at least just got tired of crying because after that she made less noise than any other baby she had seen before or since.
She was a quick learner and learned to do most things early. She learned to walk at an early age, learned how to open doors before she could walk across a room, anybody in the family would tell you she’s must of been born reading since even at a young age she was fascinated with books, and always seemed to find a way to sneak out of the house and wander off, but she didn’t talk.
She was an average happy toddler who learned to read without anyone ever remembering teaching her, but still she did not talk. In fact it wasn’t until she was five did she say her first words. By then Jacob had been talking for over three years and her next brother Vance Dillon, younger by two years, was talking as well and her next sister Casey, younger by four years, was making good progress to talking. But once she did start talking she rarely stopped. Everybody was surprised not only at how big her vocabulary was for having never said a peep for five years but also at how well her reading skills were. Anna-Bell said that she had just been listening and learning up till then she only spoke once she was good and ready, but she was so stubborn that this was only after everybody had stopped fussing over her to talk.
By five years old G already had a very strong personality that only grew stronger as she got older. She wore jeans and overalls and never could be caught in a dress except at Christmas dinner, rarely did she wear shoes but she never did have shoes until she started first grade either. She never let her hair grow past her shoulders and was the most stubborn little thing you had ever set your eyes on. As she grew she was inseparable from Jacob, by this time called Brother Jacob by all in the family and at school. Neither of the pair had much interested in their sisters Delilah and Eliza and Steven was too old to hold much interest. Garret-Connor however was the perfect age for them to always want to be around. With Garret-Connor as their leader and Vance Dillon tagging along the four of them spent every summer and free moment running into town, tormenting their neighbors, and just causing general havoc to the house, animals, and surrounding land.
So G grew up with hardly a care in the world and enjoying every day of her life. She grew up with many disapproving frowns and even more “When are you gonna start acting like a girl, Phil?” from her family, her friends, and her neighbors.
She grew up going by more than one name. Phil is what her Papa and most the people around the neighborhood called her but some also called her Phillip; however usually she was only called Phillip when somebody was angry at her. Then most of her classmates called her G A and only her Mama and those who wanted to be proper called her G. But no mater all the different names she went by or the number of disapproving shakes of the head, she was happy.
By now Anna-Bell had had another child, a little girl whom G grew strongly attached to. Liza-Fay was born when G was eight and just old enough to start taking an interest in helping to raise her. G would rather Little Baby Liza-Fay be raised up right, not worrying about girly things such as her hair and being clean so soon as she could walk G started to take her under her wing and when she could she’d bring her along on her and Brother Jacob’s adventured. By now Garret-Connor was too old to want to spend any time with them but Vance Dillon was still their faithful scapegoat.
She got in lots of trouble growing up, but she had lots of fun. Like the time she and a Brother Jacob broke into Old Man Shuvnik’s house and stole his left slipper on a dare, or when she was 10 and Brother Jacob, Vance Dillon, and herself spent Halloween night in the old haunted house up Greenleaf St with her gang of friends from school. Her life was spent full of such events that she would gladly brag about and had earned her the reputation of the toughest and he bravest girl in the entire town and surrounding areas. That doesn’t say a lot however since it is a small town indeed, a population just a little more than 500 including the surrounding farms. Her little town is such an oddity, although the clothes on the people are new and their slang is current the city is almost like a time capsule. Most the town has remained unchanged for over a hundred years, the roads have been pathed and re-pathed as needed and some building are more new than old with repairs and there are some newer buildings. But more importantly the small town ethics have been preserved.
This doesn’t mean her life was perfect. Almost every adult she ever encountered frowned on her boyish ways, and many children teased her on her name, defiantly an oddity in the school. If you asked around about her you would get answers like “She ain’t really a girl, Phil.” And you would hear stories like “No one ever wanted G A, that’s why she’s called G A. Stands for Go Away.” and “G don’t have a name, you have to have a mum to have a name and we all know that she don’t have a mum. I heard that Miss Charge found her in a field one night. So Mr. Charge threw a dart at all the letters in the alphabet and it landed on G.” Such stories about her origins were common in the school yard. Even if her last name had been Charge or if she had had a proper first name it would have been clear that she wasn’t a Charge by blood for she looked different than anybody else in the family. But G never paid it much mind because anybody who said a word against her to her face would get a face full of dirt or a bloody lip.
But her entire life was not spent in this one small town. Every summer Anna-Bell and Bryan shipped their older children off to the states to stay with Anna-Bell’s relatives. Sometimes too their Grandpa’s in Georgia, an Uncle in California, an Aunt in Montana, or with Anna-Bell’s cousin Christopher who was practically a nomad, traveling around the states in his RV. Either staying with Christopher or with their aunt in Montana were G’s favorite places to stay in the summer. Some summer’s she went with only Brother Jacob sometimes she, Brother Jacob, Vance Dillon, and Garret-Connor would all go together, it depended on where they were going. One summer she went off to her Grandpa’s with Delilah and Eliza and Casey showed up halfway through the summer but with none of her brothers. She befriended some local boys but still that was the only summer she did not enjoy completely.
So G grew up, thinking she had a perfect life until one day an owl showed up with a thick letter in its beak.
[ Pros and Cons: ]
Pros
Her word means everything to her. She never said she’d do something she didn’t or made a promise that she broke. She trusts everybody’s word and assumes that they would trust her because she was raised with old classic values and don’t see how it can be any other way. She tries not to take anything that she won’t be able to pay back, and just in general has good values.
She’s crazy as a full moon, loves a challenge, and is just an easy going gal who loves to have fun. She’s too young to realize the troubles of the world and since she never had much growing up, she doesn’t realize when she’s missing something and doesn’t stress of things she cannot change. She lives in the now, doesn’t hold a grudge, and is very forgiving.
G’s a country girl at heart, well maybe she’s actually a country boy at heart because she never showed much interest in anything famine. She always got along with boys and rarely had a friend who is a girl. Just likes thing better their way, but she’s always been an odd one. Anyway, she’s country to her roots. G knows how to ride a horse or rope cattle, not afraid of hard work, and believes in good old fashion manors. She’ll do what you ask of her if you have her respect and well she can be a little stuck in her ways.
Cons
She is not violent per say, but there’s nothing a fight can’t solve. From deciding who gets the last piece of pie to settling any kind of dispute, well it seems only natural to her that a quick scuff is the way to settle things. Fighting is almost like talking, you can learn a lot about somebody from the way they fight. That’s how the social hierarchy of her life was growing up.
She’s got a stubborn steak, that’s for sure. Once she gets an idea in her head it’ll take the power of a storm to get her off of it. If she really wants something, she’s going to get it, or at least try her hardest for just a bit longer than reasonable to get what she wants. But she rarely wants something enough to get the idea stuck in her head.
She is a sneaky one; there is no doubt about that. She’s been sneaking off since she was old enough to walk. An expert at reconnaissance missions she learned the art of being inconspicuous and slipping into the unnoticed when she was still young and uses this to her advantage. That’s the problem, as well as being sneaky she’s got a wicked streak deep down. She get’s thrills from picking locks or sneaking into houses, from gathering information about people and casually using it to her advantage when she needs to. Yes, she’s wicked deep down and rarely does this surface but when it does, watch out.
[ Role Playing Example: ]
Summer was a time of a joy for G, a time to run through fields with no shoe’s on and a time when she had nothing better to do but walk the three miles from her Aunt’s house into town; which is what she was doing on this particular summer morning. Clad in jeans and tank top strolling in-between Brother Jacob, who was dressed similarly to herself, and an older boy, a farm hand who they called Spit (much to his dislike) on her other side, with Vance Dillon trailing a few steps behind. They were headed into town to buy a pack of bubble gum and some soda pop after their Aunt had given them a ten and sent them to town to get them out of her hair.
They were passing by a field full of cattle when Spit said, “Hey Phil.”
“Yeah?” G answered
“Betcha you’re not brave enough to ride a bull.” He challenged.
“Am too, watch me.” G said and veered off the road. She knew this was a stupid challenge but just last night Spit had been bragging about how he had won bull riding for three years running at the local rodeo but Brother Jacob had told him that he didn’t believe him because if he’d have won he’d have a belt buckle or a trophy or something. They’d only been here a few weeks and she knew that Spit was just trying to brag and didn’t actually mean for her to try it, but she wanted to prove she could ride a bull just as well as Spit said he could.
She went over to a field where a head of cattle were trucking past on a small road, no doubt heading back to the far side of the field after being fed, and sat on a fence post and waited as the cows went past. The three boys leaned against the fence and waited with her.