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leftmytower) wrote2015-02-05 01:56 pm
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Name: Arden
Age: 23
Personal Journal:uponastar
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CHARACTER
Name: Rapunzel
Canon: Disney's Tangled
Age: 18
Timeline: After day one of her excursion out of the tower, before she formally meets Maximus and goes to the kingdom but after she and Flynn escape the guards fleeing the Snuggly Duckling.
If playing another character from this canon, how will you handle their interactions without playercesting? n/a
Personality: Being locked in a tower since infancy has a way of changing the way you look at the world. Rapunzel is, in every sense of the word, sheltered. However, she has every intention of changing that one day. There is a deep sense of yearning rooted in her that is almost certainly fueled by her narrow view of the world that her window allowed her. The theme of the movie is having a dream, and Rapunzel's is to get out of her tower to see the lantern show (or "lights") she's watched for her first seventeen birthdays from a better view than her tower. It's more than the show-- she wants to get out and see the world and make her own decisions. She isn't embodying the fierce sort of independence that, for example, Merida or Ariel might have; it is again this slow, under-the-surface burning desire for something more. Rapunzel needs to know where she fits in in the world and discover her purpose, but won't do it in that stupid, reckless way just for the sake of making a point.
She has a very good head on her shoulders, aside from the rather naive point of view her aforementioned sheltered life has landed on her. She has "got a dream" but also weighs the positives, negatives, and other consequences of her actions. It's a patient, conscious sort of independence that just comes with growing up. She won't leave the tower because she is scared of upsetting her mother, of getting caught, of being too inexperienced to know how to handle a situation, and on and on. Part of this, in fairness, is due to her "Mother" encouraging and fanning these fears to try and keep her from wanting to leave her side. It's increasingly clear, though, that Rapunzel is capable of thinking for herself and is a capable girl. She's smart, talented, and optimistic despite everything. A look around her tower sees that she's charted the entire night sky in paint, in addition to all the multitude of artwork displayed around. It's not moody, depressive, or dark artwork either, as one might expect from a person locked in what comes down to a pretty prison cell her entire life. The colors are vibrant and lively, with foliage, sunlight, figures dancing all around. Rapunzel has a bright, optimistic spirit that many would call naivete. In truth, she is slightly ignorant, but she also admits it. Rapunzel knows she doesn't know much about the outside but that just keeps her curiosity peaked and her keeps her determination steadily building.
In fact, she's incredibly conscious and self-aware. It makes her kind and gentle and compassionate more than anything else. When she finally gets the means to "safely" get escorted from her tower-- a testament to her trusting nature, and her inexperience-- she doesn't focus on how scared she is, or even on how happy she is. Her thoughts return to her mother. Not just about punishment that might await her when she returns home, either, but the thought that "this would kill her". Even if she thinks her mother is ridiculous and overbearing, she will stand by her side until the end. Rapunzel has an incredible amount of loyalty in her. It's only on realizing that this woman, in fact, kidnapped her and used her for her own means that Rapunzel even thinks of saying a bad word about Gothel. Even when the woman is about to fall to her death, she reaches out in a last-ditch attempt to save her. It's not about naivete or misplaced trust for her, either, Rapunzel focuses on the good and believes in the best in people because that's how she truly believes the world is meant to be seen. The scene in the Snuggly Duckling shows how infectious her charisma and positivity is, too. The grass isn't always greener on the other side, she just knows there will always been green wherever you go and plant your own seeds.
Background: Tangled at Wikipedia
Abilities: A girl of many talents, but most notable right away is her 70 feet of golden magical hair. Her hair has age-defying and healing properties that activates with a special song. It's never exactly clear whether it is the tune or the words that make her hair's magic activate, but that's neither here nor there. #disneymagic
She is also an accomplished artist, especially with a paintbrush, but also quite crafty and musical as well. Seventeen years in a tower gives your lot of time to hone your talents, I suppose.
First Person:
[ Tap tap tap tap. The ridges of a fingerprint keep greeting your screen as a slender, polished nail keep hitting the camera. ]
What am I doing wr-- Oh! Now it's working! Okay, um. [ Resting her teeth on her bottom lip to worry it a little, the long-haired girl puts the camera down and steps back until she can see herself in the little screen. Her bare toes dig into the ground a little as she pulls her fingers through a loose strand of hair. ]
Hello! I'm Rapunzel, and I'm... well, I need some help. I'm missing a chameleon. His name is Pascal, and he's about this big- [ Curving her hands into a roughly Pascal-sized shape around her abdomen. ] - and green. Well, er, most of the time he is, anyway...
[ She looks worried, it's obvious in the lines on her forehead and the pull of her eyebrows. ]
If you see him please let me know. I've heard about some of the monsters in this place and I don't-- Don't want anything to happen to him. [ Wincing just a little, her green eyes darting to the ground and back again as she darts forward to turn off the camera. ]
Third Person:
Humming to herself, Rapunzel's tongue was just barely visible as it stuck out between her teeth. She had a habit of doing that when she was concentrating, and this was no exception. For what felt like the fortieth time, she used the hand not holding onto the chalk to throw some of her blonde locks over her shoulder again. They would inevitably creep slowly down again into her work in her current hunched position, but that was something that just couldn't be helped... Still, she wouldn't trade it for the world. A gift like that had to be treasured, as Mother had always said. The rest of her gift was stretched out carefully away from where she was working, even if it did repel dirt and anything else that tried to dull its shine.
A few minutes of sketching and humming later, she put her mostly-yellow hand on the ground and pushed herself back up, stretching her tensed back on her way back into a vertical position. Looking down at her newly-acquired aqua colored dress, she noted that most of the back of it was covered in chalk dust and huffed. "Oh no..." she muttered, clucking her tongue as she lifted the fabric with a grimace. "Well, we'll just have to wash it before returning it, right Pascal?" The chameleon was too busy growling at one of the native lizards to respond, so with a sigh she wiped her dusty hand on the fabric.
Her feet also slowly started to get rainbow-colored with the dust accumulating as she paced carefully over her afternoon's work, treading softly to avoid disturbing the chalk. "Hmmm," she intoned in the back of her throat, putting a finger to her lips and looking up. Tiptoeing once again back over her artwork, she followed her trail of hair and gathered it up. Pulling it tight like a rope, she lassoed it over an overhanging flagpole-- it only took her two tries-- and tightly bound it there. Not that she was practiced at this sort of thing.
Clicking for Pascal, the little reptile scampered up her offered arm before she started pulling the two of them up, up, and up. After reaching the balcony she quickly made sure no one was inside of this particular apartment before clambering onto it. With a smile, she rested her arms on the railing and stared down at her chalk mural of lanterns, much like a younger version of herself would have once-upon-a-time stared at the stars. It was the closest she would probably get to her birthday wish now that she was in this strange place.
Name: Arden
Age: 23
Personal Journal:
uponastarE-mail: ardendillo @ gmail
AIM/MSN/etc: ardendillo @ Skype |
CHARACTER
Name: Rapunzel
Canon: Disney's Tangled
Age: 18
Timeline: After day one of her excursion out of the tower, before she formally meets Maximus and goes to the kingdom but after she and Flynn escape the guards fleeing the Snuggly Duckling.
If playing another character from this canon, how will you handle their interactions without playercesting? n/a
Personality: Being locked in a tower since infancy has a way of changing the way you look at the world. Rapunzel is, in every sense of the word, sheltered. However, she has every intention of changing that one day. There is a deep sense of yearning rooted in her that is almost certainly fueled by her narrow view of the world that her window allowed her. The theme of the movie is having a dream, and Rapunzel's is to get out of her tower to see the lantern show (or "lights") she's watched for her first seventeen birthdays from a better view than her tower. It's more than the show-- she wants to get out and see the world and make her own decisions. She isn't embodying the fierce sort of independence that, for example, Merida or Ariel might have; it is again this slow, under-the-surface burning desire for something more. Rapunzel needs to know where she fits in in the world and discover her purpose, but won't do it in that stupid, reckless way just for the sake of making a point.
She has a very good head on her shoulders, aside from the rather naive point of view her aforementioned sheltered life has landed on her. She has "got a dream" but also weighs the positives, negatives, and other consequences of her actions. It's a patient, conscious sort of independence that just comes with growing up. She won't leave the tower because she is scared of upsetting her mother, of getting caught, of being too inexperienced to know how to handle a situation, and on and on. Part of this, in fairness, is due to her "Mother" encouraging and fanning these fears to try and keep her from wanting to leave her side. It's increasingly clear, though, that Rapunzel is capable of thinking for herself and is a capable girl. She's smart, talented, and optimistic despite everything. A look around her tower sees that she's charted the entire night sky in paint, in addition to all the multitude of artwork displayed around. It's not moody, depressive, or dark artwork either, as one might expect from a person locked in what comes down to a pretty prison cell her entire life. The colors are vibrant and lively, with foliage, sunlight, figures dancing all around. Rapunzel has a bright, optimistic spirit that many would call naivete. In truth, she is slightly ignorant, but she also admits it. Rapunzel knows she doesn't know much about the outside but that just keeps her curiosity peaked and her keeps her determination steadily building.
In fact, she's incredibly conscious and self-aware. It makes her kind and gentle and compassionate more than anything else. When she finally gets the means to "safely" get escorted from her tower-- a testament to her trusting nature, and her inexperience-- she doesn't focus on how scared she is, or even on how happy she is. Her thoughts return to her mother. Not just about punishment that might await her when she returns home, either, but the thought that "this would kill her". Even if she thinks her mother is ridiculous and overbearing, she will stand by her side until the end. Rapunzel has an incredible amount of loyalty in her. It's only on realizing that this woman, in fact, kidnapped her and used her for her own means that Rapunzel even thinks of saying a bad word about Gothel. Even when the woman is about to fall to her death, she reaches out in a last-ditch attempt to save her. It's not about naivete or misplaced trust for her, either, Rapunzel focuses on the good and believes in the best in people because that's how she truly believes the world is meant to be seen. The scene in the Snuggly Duckling shows how infectious her charisma and positivity is, too. The grass isn't always greener on the other side, she just knows there will always been green wherever you go and plant your own seeds.
Background: Tangled at Wikipedia
Abilities: A girl of many talents, but most notable right away is her 70 feet of golden magical hair. Her hair has age-defying and healing properties that activates with a special song. It's never exactly clear whether it is the tune or the words that make her hair's magic activate, but that's neither here nor there. #disneymagic
She is also an accomplished artist, especially with a paintbrush, but also quite crafty and musical as well. Seventeen years in a tower gives your lot of time to hone your talents, I suppose.
First Person:
[ Tap tap tap tap. The ridges of a fingerprint keep greeting your screen as a slender, polished nail keep hitting the camera. ]
What am I doing wr-- Oh! Now it's working! Okay, um. [ Resting her teeth on her bottom lip to worry it a little, the long-haired girl puts the camera down and steps back until she can see herself in the little screen. Her bare toes dig into the ground a little as she pulls her fingers through a loose strand of hair. ]
Hello! I'm Rapunzel, and I'm... well, I need some help. I'm missing a chameleon. His name is Pascal, and he's about this big- [ Curving her hands into a roughly Pascal-sized shape around her abdomen. ] - and green. Well, er, most of the time he is, anyway...
[ She looks worried, it's obvious in the lines on her forehead and the pull of her eyebrows. ]
If you see him please let me know. I've heard about some of the monsters in this place and I don't-- Don't want anything to happen to him. [ Wincing just a little, her green eyes darting to the ground and back again as she darts forward to turn off the camera. ]
Third Person:
Humming to herself, Rapunzel's tongue was just barely visible as it stuck out between her teeth. She had a habit of doing that when she was concentrating, and this was no exception. For what felt like the fortieth time, she used the hand not holding onto the chalk to throw some of her blonde locks over her shoulder again. They would inevitably creep slowly down again into her work in her current hunched position, but that was something that just couldn't be helped... Still, she wouldn't trade it for the world. A gift like that had to be treasured, as Mother had always said. The rest of her gift was stretched out carefully away from where she was working, even if it did repel dirt and anything else that tried to dull its shine.
A few minutes of sketching and humming later, she put her mostly-yellow hand on the ground and pushed herself back up, stretching her tensed back on her way back into a vertical position. Looking down at her newly-acquired aqua colored dress, she noted that most of the back of it was covered in chalk dust and huffed. "Oh no..." she muttered, clucking her tongue as she lifted the fabric with a grimace. "Well, we'll just have to wash it before returning it, right Pascal?" The chameleon was too busy growling at one of the native lizards to respond, so with a sigh she wiped her dusty hand on the fabric.
Her feet also slowly started to get rainbow-colored with the dust accumulating as she paced carefully over her afternoon's work, treading softly to avoid disturbing the chalk. "Hmmm," she intoned in the back of her throat, putting a finger to her lips and looking up. Tiptoeing once again back over her artwork, she followed her trail of hair and gathered it up. Pulling it tight like a rope, she lassoed it over an overhanging flagpole-- it only took her two tries-- and tightly bound it there. Not that she was practiced at this sort of thing.
Clicking for Pascal, the little reptile scampered up her offered arm before she started pulling the two of them up, up, and up. After reaching the balcony she quickly made sure no one was inside of this particular apartment before clambering onto it. With a smile, she rested her arms on the railing and stared down at her chalk mural of lanterns, much like a younger version of herself would have once-upon-a-time stared at the stars. It was the closest she would probably get to her birthday wish now that she was in this strange place.