Post by Depandio on Jul 15, 2014 21:46:35 GMT
BYOND Key: Depandio
Character name(The one which the item is for): Anna Fern
Character age: 27
Backstory: Putting below for a more aesthetic format
Item name : Anna's Waitress Outfit
Item description: A waitress's outfit, complete with skirt, blouse, and signs of regular use.
Item Appearance: It's actually already in the game code, just not accessible without a Chameleon Jumpsuit. No alterations necessary.
Item Function: This is where the clothes live! Wear you some!
Reason for item requested: To give my character something to illustrate her ease in and time spent around the kitchen. Also, to have swanky duds that I can't get in-game for some reason.
Item name: Lipstick
Item description: A tube of relatively midrange red lipstick. The sticker on the bottom indicates it came from a drug store. The shade is 'Cyndie in Red Revival'.
Item Appearance: A normal tube of lipstick, like what you get from party supply crates.
Item Function: You stick some on your lips, and feel pretty.
Reason for item requested: Add some characterization to Anna, a unique flair to demonstrate her emphasis on making credits by noticeably dolling herself up for work.
Backstory:
Character name(The one which the item is for): Anna Fern
Character age: 27
Backstory: Putting below for a more aesthetic format
Item name : Anna's Waitress Outfit
Item description: A waitress's outfit, complete with skirt, blouse, and signs of regular use.
Item Appearance: It's actually already in the game code, just not accessible without a Chameleon Jumpsuit. No alterations necessary.
Item Function: This is where the clothes live! Wear you some!
Reason for item requested: To give my character something to illustrate her ease in and time spent around the kitchen. Also, to have swanky duds that I can't get in-game for some reason.
Item name: Lipstick
Item description: A tube of relatively midrange red lipstick. The sticker on the bottom indicates it came from a drug store. The shade is 'Cyndie in Red Revival'.
Item Appearance: A normal tube of lipstick, like what you get from party supply crates.
Item Function: You stick some on your lips, and feel pretty.
Reason for item requested: Add some characterization to Anna, a unique flair to demonstrate her emphasis on making credits by noticeably dolling herself up for work.
Backstory:
{I guess I've always had to work a little harder.} Sometimes it's hard not to be spiteful - but, hey, can you blame me?
I'm a twin - It tends to surprise people, so I'll just get that out of the way. My twin brother's name is Andrew, mine is Anna. I introduce him first, because that's how it tends to be in order of importance; Drew is so talented and clever, Drew has an MD and is as comfortable making pharmaceuticals as he is mixing drinks. I'm just, like... a chatty, talentless shadow, sometimes. Even if I was technically here first, Andrew was the twin who got a fancy degree against all odds. Even if I've always been better at making friends than he is, his always seemed to stick around long after mine took off.
A bit of background on us: Our parents own a diner on Biesel. Lowell City, right off the main drag near the residential sectors. 'Fern's Getaway, bar and grill'! Can't miss it, stop in sometime, forgive the shameless advertisement. Starting the place is what mom and dad did instead of a big, fancy honeymoon - so they claim - and it never really made it big. That didn't stop Andrew and I from having to work in there all the damn time and help out. When we were little, it was our daycare. When were were kids, we went there after class to work on our homework. And as teenagers? Andrew was busing tables and I was taking orders. I heard that way back when, farmers and folks would have lots of kids to help out with the hassle of running a farm, and I guess that this was kind of the same thing. Not that I think it helped much... money always seemed to be tight. But we got by.
Heck, even now at twenty seven, Andrew and I usually end up spending most of our weekends there. It's less an obligation now, more a guilt thing - I'm sure mom would love to retire and hand the place off to us, but neither Andy or I want anything to do with it. Problem is, dad has a long and storied history with cancer, and the smoke from hanging around that bar all day isn't helping his lungs. He's not leaving that bar until he's in a coffin, I swear. But now you see why a family with a marginally decent restaurant can be barely making ends meet.
It got a little harder when Andrew went to college. I try not to resent him for that, really. He worked hard for it, and God knows he pulled in three cred in scholarships for every one mom and dad ponied up. I stayed home, I helped cover the difference when he was away learning how to make things I can hardly pronounce. I was more than glad to see him when he came back - not because of the work, though. But... well, he's my brother. My twin brother. There's nobody in the universe who knows me better. I can't blame him for trying hard and succeeding, when I didn't even try to keep up with him.
Anyway. Money is tight for the family Fern, all around. Andrew's still got loans to pay off, dad's got his medical bills, and mom's making a heroic effort to find the credit to retire before she and dad are too old to enjoy it. Sometimes I feel like I'm just drifting along for the ride - everyone is so driven, has the goals, and here's Anna just trying to keep everyone smiling and getting along when tempers flare. Dad says something snarky to Andrew, Andrew gets worked up about it, Mom feels she has to intervene, Dad gets offended that nobody understood the joke... you see how it goes? Same story in any family, in some form. When you spend so much time around people, even people you love, they start to grate on you. Especially when you spend all day smiling and acting like everything is just completely wonderful and perfect, when you can hear mom and dad arguing down the hall about taking another shady loan just to keep the lights on for another month.
Andrew and I recently got work on one of the stations up in orbit above Biesel, working for Nanotrasen. He's... a sometimes chemist, sometimes bartender. Paid well to mix things together for consumption, basically. I'm there to cook. I'm pretty good at that. Cooking aboard a corporate station isn't the most glamorous job ever, but it pays well - and it's better than trying to take out another loan from those red sharks. I'm just hoping they'll let me wear my own clothes and makeup. Those jumpsuits they issue you are kind of unflattering, and a lady who looks good rakes in more tips than one in a boring old jumpsuit.
Because when you get right down to it? Money is what it's all about. Nobody is here because they love their company, love their job, or love the people they work with - and anyone who tells you differently is either hopelessly naive or trying to see how gullible you are. We're all here to get paid, to look after our own people and our own interests, and be damned the consequences. Work ethic is what'll keep dad's expensive medication flowing into the house. Tips ensure that the family business - the lifeline - remains open for business. Pulling in extra shifts is what keeps the loan sharks and glad-handing scumbags from sending a couple boys to 'collect' when they feel like being bullies. You can always tell what sort of a person somebody is by how they handle their money - and if they're too secretive about that, how they work.
But I guess it doesn't say anything nice for me that I paint on flattering smiles and toss out winks like candy to milk a couple extra credits out of lonely, hungry people. I'd prefer not to dwell too long on that.
I'm a twin - It tends to surprise people, so I'll just get that out of the way. My twin brother's name is Andrew, mine is Anna. I introduce him first, because that's how it tends to be in order of importance; Drew is so talented and clever, Drew has an MD and is as comfortable making pharmaceuticals as he is mixing drinks. I'm just, like... a chatty, talentless shadow, sometimes. Even if I was technically here first, Andrew was the twin who got a fancy degree against all odds. Even if I've always been better at making friends than he is, his always seemed to stick around long after mine took off.
A bit of background on us: Our parents own a diner on Biesel. Lowell City, right off the main drag near the residential sectors. 'Fern's Getaway, bar and grill'! Can't miss it, stop in sometime, forgive the shameless advertisement. Starting the place is what mom and dad did instead of a big, fancy honeymoon - so they claim - and it never really made it big. That didn't stop Andrew and I from having to work in there all the damn time and help out. When we were little, it was our daycare. When were were kids, we went there after class to work on our homework. And as teenagers? Andrew was busing tables and I was taking orders. I heard that way back when, farmers and folks would have lots of kids to help out with the hassle of running a farm, and I guess that this was kind of the same thing. Not that I think it helped much... money always seemed to be tight. But we got by.
Heck, even now at twenty seven, Andrew and I usually end up spending most of our weekends there. It's less an obligation now, more a guilt thing - I'm sure mom would love to retire and hand the place off to us, but neither Andy or I want anything to do with it. Problem is, dad has a long and storied history with cancer, and the smoke from hanging around that bar all day isn't helping his lungs. He's not leaving that bar until he's in a coffin, I swear. But now you see why a family with a marginally decent restaurant can be barely making ends meet.
It got a little harder when Andrew went to college. I try not to resent him for that, really. He worked hard for it, and God knows he pulled in three cred in scholarships for every one mom and dad ponied up. I stayed home, I helped cover the difference when he was away learning how to make things I can hardly pronounce. I was more than glad to see him when he came back - not because of the work, though. But... well, he's my brother. My twin brother. There's nobody in the universe who knows me better. I can't blame him for trying hard and succeeding, when I didn't even try to keep up with him.
Anyway. Money is tight for the family Fern, all around. Andrew's still got loans to pay off, dad's got his medical bills, and mom's making a heroic effort to find the credit to retire before she and dad are too old to enjoy it. Sometimes I feel like I'm just drifting along for the ride - everyone is so driven, has the goals, and here's Anna just trying to keep everyone smiling and getting along when tempers flare. Dad says something snarky to Andrew, Andrew gets worked up about it, Mom feels she has to intervene, Dad gets offended that nobody understood the joke... you see how it goes? Same story in any family, in some form. When you spend so much time around people, even people you love, they start to grate on you. Especially when you spend all day smiling and acting like everything is just completely wonderful and perfect, when you can hear mom and dad arguing down the hall about taking another shady loan just to keep the lights on for another month.
Andrew and I recently got work on one of the stations up in orbit above Biesel, working for Nanotrasen. He's... a sometimes chemist, sometimes bartender. Paid well to mix things together for consumption, basically. I'm there to cook. I'm pretty good at that. Cooking aboard a corporate station isn't the most glamorous job ever, but it pays well - and it's better than trying to take out another loan from those red sharks. I'm just hoping they'll let me wear my own clothes and makeup. Those jumpsuits they issue you are kind of unflattering, and a lady who looks good rakes in more tips than one in a boring old jumpsuit.
Because when you get right down to it? Money is what it's all about. Nobody is here because they love their company, love their job, or love the people they work with - and anyone who tells you differently is either hopelessly naive or trying to see how gullible you are. We're all here to get paid, to look after our own people and our own interests, and be damned the consequences. Work ethic is what'll keep dad's expensive medication flowing into the house. Tips ensure that the family business - the lifeline - remains open for business. Pulling in extra shifts is what keeps the loan sharks and glad-handing scumbags from sending a couple boys to 'collect' when they feel like being bullies. You can always tell what sort of a person somebody is by how they handle their money - and if they're too secretive about that, how they work.
But I guess it doesn't say anything nice for me that I paint on flattering smiles and toss out winks like candy to milk a couple extra credits out of lonely, hungry people. I'd prefer not to dwell too long on that.
