Post by Amelia Pace on Apr 15, 2009 2:08:29 GMT
Suspect: PACE, AMELIA IVY
WARNING: This suspect is considered witty and not-that-dangerous.
[/size]WARNING: This suspect is considered witty and not-that-dangerous.
Basic Stats:
Name: Amelia Ivy Pace
Known Aliases: Ame, Amey
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Nationality: Irish-American, more so American.
Physical Description:
Mug shot: Stephanie McIntosh
Height: 5’6
Build: Ordinary, slightly curvaceous, proportined
Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue
Known Disguises:
Amelia tries to keep herself as much in fashion as she can, but at the same time blending herself neatly into the world around her. Although not so much in the prejudice light in St. Louis
Distinguishing Marks:
Not really a very out-standing person, Amelia has learnt from her past that blending in with the crowd and keeping out of the scrutinising eye of others is a good thing. About the only thing distinguishing about her would be the brightness of her blue eyes and the two small moles above her left eyebrow.
Psychological Report:
Self Image:
Ignoring how she used to live, in the prejudice of her young mother and illegitimate child status, Amelia is now quite content with her life. Taking it into account makes her feel worthless. The second people start judging her for her mother’s mistakes she gets self-conscious. But moving to St. Louis, she doesn’t need to live in the shadow of the father she will never know, and what his non-existence brought her in early life. It is rare these days to find her without a smile on her face, she is more than grateful for the life she leads now.
To the Outward Eye:
To those in St. Louis her past is bit of a mystery. But they don’t ask questions. They regard her as an assertive sure young woman who can look out for herself. Her inherited confidence shows, it takes a lot to phase her now she is out of that continual shadow she lived in all through her childhood.
Social Status:
Amelia has a small, albeit strong group of friends. She’s often the centre of the laughs, cracking jokes and acting the fool. She gains the laughs, whether they are laughing with or at her, she couldn’t care, as long as they’re happy.
Religion: Roman Catholic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Fears: People finding out about her past, her father, the dark
Quirks/Habits:
Rubbing the back of her neck when nervous
Sucking her thumb when tired
Light sleeper
Sleeps with the side-light on
Hums when not talking to people
Fiddles with things when not doing anything with her hands
Likes:
Her life in St. Louis, her friends, freedom, reading, sleeping, thinking positively, live music.
Dislikes:
Her mother, her father, war, young children, the dark, Monday mornings.
Detailed Report:
Amelia is a happy-go-lucky sort of girl. She’s always up for a laugh and is generally fund trying to lighten the mood. Although stinted from being like this back in Louisiana she still tried to keep herself in high spirits, finding it to be the only way to pass the time and stay sane.
She holds loyalty in high regard and is against lying, bending the truth to protect other though, she’ll allow, as long as it is in the person’s best interest. She is highly reliable and is excellent at keeping secrets. Since moving to St. Louis Amelia has worked hard to build herself a close group of friends who she can share jokes with and have a good time with.
Caught in the wrong moment, Amelia can be incredibly moody and hold a vicious bite
Other: N/A
Additional Information:
Occupation: Small café worker
Socioeconomic Status: Working class
Education: Beaufort High School Dropout (Aged 15 to help her mother)
Weapon of Choice: Wit, sharp tongue and looks.
Car/Vehicle/Mode of Transport: Public.
Special Skills: Diverting, keeping and avoiding attention
Languages Spoken: English
Known Accomplices:
Blood Relatives:
Sally Pace, 35
Silas Moran, 35 - Unknown
Romantic Partner: N/a
Other:
Scott Kovac - Friend
Vivian Navarova - Friend
Adrian Connery - Potentially more than a friend.
Pets: N/a
Past Offences:
Birth Place: Baton Rouge, Louisiana
History:
Amelia was born to Sally Pace, a teenage mother, whose life was turned upside down when she fell pregnant at fifteen by, now mob leader, Silas Moran. Ms. Pace had fled from St. Louis when she found she was pregnant to Baton Rouge, Lousiana.
Growing up as the Bastard child of Sally Pace, Amelia didn’t have much fun as a child. Other parents kept their children away from her, scared that she would infect them, or something equally as stupid. You’d expect her to be an introverted child, but she became quite the opposite, playing with the toys her mother made for her, and entertaining herself.
During Middle and High school she starting building a reputation for herself as the girl that didn’t care about what people thought. Even though she did, she managed to make some friends for herself, and started coming out of her shell more around people. Having to drop out of school at 15, in order to help her mother, getting a job in a shop.
When she was 18, Amelia’s mother decided it was time to up and leave the prejudice behind, just as Amelia was used to it, and escaping it. Sally moved them back to St. Louis, where they could start up a life without judgement.
Sally Pace decided that at age eighteen, Amelia was old enough to lie about who she was. Telling her daughter that now, she was her niece. Her brother’s orphaned daughter. Although not happy with this, it gave Amelia a way to fit in and make friends with new people, not knowing that she was an illegitimate child allowed her to fit in for the first time in her life – though her mother happy acceptance that Amelia wasn’t hers caused some issues mentally for her.
Two years on, and Amelia has accepted that this is her life now. She called her Mom ‘Aunt’ and lives her life like she would have. Since moving to St. Louis Amelia has made a close friend in Scott Kovac and his girlfriend, Vivian. As well as strange bond with Fuzz, Adrian Connery.
RP Sample:
Christmas his year was going to suck. Instead of spending it at home with her family and opening presents by the log fire in the morning followed by a Christmas dinner fit for a king. Crap Christmas television in the evening and a trip to her uncle’s house for a party to finish the night. This year Amelia Pace wasn’t going to have that. Oh no. She got to spend the holiday in the school, all because of her canine affliction.
It wasn’t the first time she’d had to do it in the last four years, but that still didn’t make it better. It was bad enough that she was god knows how many miles from home most of the year, but to spend the special holidays that far away from them as well? That really sucked.
What made today worse than the rest was the full moon factor that the night brought with it. Pain, discomfort and a nigh in a lovely cell in the corner of Adrian Connery’s office. There was one upside and that was Connery. He always tried his best to make her feel better about it all. Especially after Dacian had attacked her. There was no ‘I told you to be careful’, or ‘don’t do it again’ she was free to learn from her mistakes on her own accord. He always tried to make her comfortable, and they had their jokes. Hell, half the school believed that they were busy doing questionable things once a month. That was Connery’s fault, being shirtless and at the door.
Amelia had spent her day mooching around. She’d woken up eaten far too much toast for breakfast before reading her book by the fire in the common room. Which she had done for an hour before she started to feel decidedly hungry again. Bordom eating was probably not a good idea but what else did she have to go? Slamming her book down on the coffee table in front of her she took off in a fast walk down towards the cellars and the kitchens.
You didn’t spend seven years in one place and never learn how to get into the kitchens.
Running her finger delicately over the pear, the tapestry opened. A flurry of house-elves looking in her direction before bursting into life. A small house elf came up to her with a tray full of chocolate crispy cakes which she gladly accepted. Others gave her bread and chocolate frogs and other Christmas treats. After five minus of this and a sash of food to last her until at least next Christmas she left and headed back up for the common room.
Turned Into Jellybeans on Salvio Hexia
It wasn’t the first time she’d had to do it in the last four years, but that still didn’t make it better. It was bad enough that she was god knows how many miles from home most of the year, but to spend the special holidays that far away from them as well? That really sucked.
What made today worse than the rest was the full moon factor that the night brought with it. Pain, discomfort and a nigh in a lovely cell in the corner of Adrian Connery’s office. There was one upside and that was Connery. He always tried his best to make her feel better about it all. Especially after Dacian had attacked her. There was no ‘I told you to be careful’, or ‘don’t do it again’ she was free to learn from her mistakes on her own accord. He always tried to make her comfortable, and they had their jokes. Hell, half the school believed that they were busy doing questionable things once a month. That was Connery’s fault, being shirtless and at the door.
Amelia had spent her day mooching around. She’d woken up eaten far too much toast for breakfast before reading her book by the fire in the common room. Which she had done for an hour before she started to feel decidedly hungry again. Bordom eating was probably not a good idea but what else did she have to go? Slamming her book down on the coffee table in front of her she took off in a fast walk down towards the cellars and the kitchens.
You didn’t spend seven years in one place and never learn how to get into the kitchens.
Running her finger delicately over the pear, the tapestry opened. A flurry of house-elves looking in her direction before bursting into life. A small house elf came up to her with a tray full of chocolate crispy cakes which she gladly accepted. Others gave her bread and chocolate frogs and other Christmas treats. After five minus of this and a sash of food to last her until at least next Christmas she left and headed back up for the common room.
Turned Into Jellybeans on Salvio Hexia
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