GREEN, imogen elizabeth

[imogen elizabeth green]

*IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN,

“I've been thinkin' maybe I've been partly cloudy, maybe I'm a chance of rain
Maybe I'm overcast and maybe all my luck's washed down the drain ”

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*step into the spotlight,
» FULL NAME: Imogen Elizabeth Green
» NICKNAMES: Izzy
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: March the 12th/eighteen years old
» GENDER: Female
» ORIENTATION: Straight
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
» GROUP/GRADE: Senior

*let them see who you are,
» HAIR: Izzy has long, blonde hair that is well kept, straight and just hits the curve of her shoulder blades.
» EYES: Bright and vibrant blue
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: Just under five-foot-eight and weighing around 130 pounds.
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Nothing out of the ordinary, apart from a faint smattering of cute little freckles across the bridge of her nose
» STYLE: Imogen is very classically dressed in the way that she picks well tailored pieces such as crisp blouses, knee length skirts and sensible shoes in a variety of colours but she mostly sticks to muted and pastel shades.
» OVERALL: Izzy Green is a decidedly pretty girl but as she's always got her nose in a book, no one tends to notice that fact too much. Her hair is well kept and shiny and it always has a healthy sheen and is usually left loose so it coyly curls around her shoulder blades. Her eyes are large and bright, the colour closely resembling a cobalt coloured sky and are framed by a set of full, thick sooty eyelashes. Her lips are slightly thin and of a dusky pink shade with a rather finely shaped Cupid's bow and set below a cute little button nose and a striking jawbone and high cheek bones. A slim and slender girl, she's got curves in all the right places. Tall and elegant, her shoulders are slender and her limbs are long and she has the practised poise of a ballerina and is recognised by her distinctive gait as she wanders down the halls.

*shine through the darkness,
» LIKES:

Art (mainly sketching)
Museums
Nature
Travelling
Peaches
Romance languages
Getting lost
Nightlife
» DISLIKES:
Cold weather
Reptiles
Awkward silences
Anything containing mushrooms
Loud noises
Early mornings
Jocks, athletes, popular people
» STRENGTHS:

Articulate
Smart
Strong-willed
Focused
Intuitive
Sympathetic

» WEAKNESSES:

Secretive
Bit of a pushover
Sarcastic to a fault
Quick to judge
Holds grudges

» SECRETS:

She has a tattoo on her hip of a small swallow
She's terrified of failure
She often puts on a front and pretends when other students make fun of her that she doesn't care but cries herself to sleep.
» GOALS:

She wants to attend college but hasn't settled on her first choice yet
She wants to study Art History and one day, because a curator of a respected gallery or museum
She wants to visit Rome, meet a nice Italian boy, let him sweep her off her feet, fall madly in love, get married and start a family.
» OVERALL PERSONALITY: Overall, Imogen is a fairly nice girl and she's very good at blending in. Always armed with a book, she prefers their company to that of most of the other students in the school. Imogen doesn't like to socialise an awful lot and because she had one or two close friends, she thinks that's all she really needs. An academic, Izzy is the type of girl who excels in most, if not all, of her classes but because of her pushover streak, it's not uncommon for one of the more popular or stronger kids to make her do their homework for them.

That being said, she isn't a terribly shy girl. Naive in ways of the world perhaps but she definitely isn't stupid. She uses sarcasm as a reflex when faced with people she doesn't know and she always has a derogatory quip on hand. It seems to be a defence mechanism for Imogen; she doesn't want to get too close in case she gets burned.

A creative girl, she has a number of sketchbooks that are positively overflowing with art. Her nature is fairly easy going and malleable and she'll befriend and aid anyone she can. Izzy is a warm person, providing someone hasn't wronged her. The downside to all the niceness is the simple fact that once bitten, twice shy. She can't let go of past wrongs which tend to make her slightly bitter towards a few students who have made fun of her since elementary school by telling her that she wasn't pretty or that her clothes looked silly or making fun of the fact that she wears glasses.

*dive into your past,
» PARENTS: Anne Marie and Paul Green
» SIBLINGS: One brother named Benjamin
» PETS: ---
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: ---
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: ---
» HISTORY:

Typical boy meets girl scenario.

Well…maybe not. Both Paul and Anne-Marie first met when they were nineteen and actually met on a complete accident. Both had been set up on blind dates by their respective friends. Paul had been set up with a redhead called Annie, a trainee primary school teacher from Chicago and Anne-Marie had been paired with a rather dull man by the name of Martin. Paul had been at the bar for twenty minutes or so, nervously ripping off the label from his bottle of beer as he waited. He had no idea what his date for the evening looked like, the only information he had was that she was supposed to be called Annie. He looked around the bar, feeling more and more anxious and cursing his friend for even talking him into this when he set his eyes on a young blonde girl a few tables away from him, doing the exact same thing as he was.

Swiftly, he put two and two together, just as Annie arrived but he walked right past her, believing that the blonde was the girl he was meeting. Mustering up his courage, Paul gave a charming smile and said hello, the blonde introducing herself as Anne-Marie. He put two and two together, wrongly, thinking that this must have been the Annie he was supposed to be meeting up with that night.

Blonde, pretty and non-threatening, Anne-Marie looked up and couldn't quite believe her luck. Paul was tall and handsome, dark wavy hair and the most beautiful green eyes she'd ever seen. He said his name was Paul and she knew she was meant to be meeting a Martin but with a blush, she soon decided she'd rather get to know this man. The evening was filled with laughs and silly stories, discussing a number of topics from families and jobs to where they'd like to holiday. There was never an awkward silence during their conversation and the night went far too quick for Anne-Marie's liking. Loitering by the door to the bar, they shared a goodbye that lasted several minutes with Paul asking if he could see her again and Anne-Marie saying she'd love to.

Reaching for a beer mat from a nearby table, she carefully pulled the paper apart to write down her name and address before handing it to him. She leant in, going to kiss his cheek but he got the wrong idea, moved his head and kissed her squarely on the mouth. Flustered, she gave a laugh and a blush which he found most endearing before bidding him goodnight, accidentally slipping on her heel and jogging off down the street.

Left reeling by the night's events, Paul went back to his apartment with a huge grin on his face and setting off to find her the very next day. Anne-Marie had given him her address and he headed there to find her room mate who, with a knowing smile, directed him to where she worked in a florist's shop. Heading straight there, he leant in the door way and watched how she worked. She looked so pretty in her little green apron with her long hair tied back and that disarming smile as she served her customers or arranged the lilies. Were they lilies? Oh, who cared?

Waiting patiently until a customer had left, he strolled up to the counter to surprise her. As soon as Anne-Marie smelt his cologne, she knew who it was. Laughing, she asked what he was doing there and with a smile, he simply said he'd come to take her to dinner. She complained that she was a mess but he assured her she looked absolutely gorgeous. Heading to the restaurant, they were kissing over their starters and they didn't even get to the main course because they ended up going back to his apartment.

Six years later, Paul made Anne-Marie breakfast in bed. A perceptive young man, he'd learnt after the second time she'd stayed over, she only ever ate fruit for breakfast. Neatly, he'd cut a slice of pineapple into a little heart and placed a silver engagement ring in the centre. Caught by surprise, Anne-Marie nearly choked on her slice of watermelon as she saw it before exclaiming she would, throwing her arms around his neck as the breakfast went all over the place as she laughed, tackling him to the mattress before they rolled out of it and to the floor.

Born into a comfortably wealthy family in Manhattan, Imogen had an equally comfortable life. A quiet but intuitive little girl, her parents were a little worried when she didn't tend to join the other kids when they played jump rope down their street but were impressed when they could see the artistic spark in her even at such a young age. When other children were happily finger-painting in kindergarten, Izzy had already progressed onto much more practised pictures with crayons and pencils.

It wasn't that Izzy couldn't make friends, she just seemed to prefer her own company and this continued into her teens. When her classmates were experimenting with make up and going all goo-goo over boys, she threw herself into her books and effectively, began to shy away. It was okay, though. Books didn't lie like girls did. They were always there, dependable and provided a much needed escape from the snide looks girls the girls her age shot her. She didn't want to bare her navel, did that make her a stick in the mud? Maybe. Besides, she liked her feminine little dresses and much preferred them over denim cut off shorts any day.

In her late teens as her class mates were dating boys, she couldn't help but find the whole ordeal of sex a little...scary. She'd read about it and everything but seeing students macking in the halls, it kind of made her feel even more left out of things. In a last ditch attempt to distract herself from her own short comings, she joined a collection of student lead clubs. Imogen wasn't built for sports, she was built for the sciences. Instead of attempting to join the cheerleading team in an effort to boost her popularity, she forewent the ordeal of making an ass out of herself and causing more people to pick on her. Instead, she joined the chess club, chemistry club and debate teams. It didn't really matter much to her because one day, when all their looks faded, she'd be their boss and enjoy sweet revenge.

Now in her final year of high school, Imogen is looking forward to graduating and pursuing her dream of attending a prestigious high school and starting a new life, effectively leaving the torture of high school far behind her.

*behind the scenes,
» NAME/ALIAS: Sioban
» AGE: 22
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Oh gosh, er, just under nine years
» HOW YOU FOUND US: A character ad placed on Caution 2.0 by the lovely Lilly
» CODE PHRASE: admin edit.
» RP SAMPLE: This is from a HP site I'm on, so I hope this is okay? :]

This clearly wasn't the time to be having a romantic moment with her boyfriend. Smiling softly, she sighed. Maddie slowly raised a hand, the knuckles of which were split and bruised, she gently slid her fingers down over the planes of his face. By now, she knew every curve, smooth surface, freckle of his skin but it still always felt somehow new to her. Inhaling deeply, she held her breath for a second or two before exhaling, trying to force all of the doubt and insecurity out of her so she could just look, even for a second, at him with hope. Looking down, she laughed, probably for the first time that evening. His attempt at a joke didn't go unappreciated, nothing he did ever went unappreciated. Smiling up at him, she kissed his cheek. "I'd find you attractive no matter what, you know that."

She needed to pull herself together. Ideally, someone needed to slap her.

With her hand still clasped firmly in his, her big brown eyes cautiously peeked over his shoulder and into the Hall and she felt her heart sink. It was a total mess. Everything was ruined. Falling silent, she told herself not to cry. Ernie had always been fantastic at wiping her tears and reassuring her that things would be okay but that had to stop. In short, there was no reassurance. At all. She needed to buck up and stop playing into that Damsel in distress archetype. She wasn't that sort of girl anymore.

Behind him, Maddie clenched her eyes shut as she turned her face away, resting her cheek against the middle of Ernie's back. "No," she replied suddenly, her eyes springing open as she shook her head. "I'm fine." In actual fact, her arm was clearly anything but fine. Her left arm was clearly broken. She was in a lot of pain, her radius had swollen and the area around it was starting to turn a nasty shade of dark blue. She felt tired, sick, drained and dizzy. She couldn't bend it and as a result, the affected limb was cradled against her chest in an awkward position. If Maddie was one thing, she was not a complainer. 

"I'm fine," she repeated, putting pressure on the word "fine" as she forced herself to swallow again. The discolouration was beginning to spread downwards, towards her fingers and she was fairly certain one of those were broken as well. Go through the dead. Looking over his shoulder again and into the Hall, she fought back tears. Enough was enough now. She was done playing the sap, now, she had to focus. She was no use to Ernie, no use to anyone unless she started to think. While she couldn't think of anything less horrendous, someone needed to help.

Letting out a squeak of surprise which was soon followed by a yelp of pain as Ernie accidentally jostled her arm, she soon found herself retracing their steps. "Oh," she replied, her eyes widening as someone came striding over. "It's not that bad. I'm really fi-iiiiiiine!" Letting out a scream of pain as the man identified the break and proceeded to grab her arm and twist, setting the bone back as she thrashed in an attempt to escape the pain, pulling away as he offered an apologetic smile before he drifted off to aid someone else. Laying crumpled on the bed, Maddie panted, her chest rising and falling thinly as sweat beaded on her forehead. "Ow," the blonde groaned, slowly looking at her arm to find the bone was set and the discolouration was fading but it didn't make it any less horrendous. Giving her fingers a cursory wiggle, she winced as she out weight on it to right herself before hopping off the bed and striding right out of the doors, breaking into a gentle jog as she headed back towards the Great Hall, trusting Ernie to follow.

Stepping in, her footsteps were light as she weaved her way through the destruction, her hand against her forehead in a classic sign of despair as she saw a few people taking bodies away and somewhere calm out of respect. Slowing her walk, she tried to organise her jumbled thoughts. It was out of respect, it needed to be done. They're just sleeping, her mind told her. It was childish and it wasn't at all comforting.

In the calm, all she could hear was her blood pounding in her ears. "I'll help," Maddie replied, her voice sounding strong to her ears as she stooped to aid a man she didn't know pick up a woman she didn't know. Did that make it easier? In reality, this was her first brush with death, apart from the time her pet bunny died but that wasn't the same. Gently, she took hold of the woman's ankles while the man took her upperarms as she followed him out of the Hall to another room, away from the madness and into the quiet. They didn't speak as they moved, she didn't know what she could say. Setting the body down, she took a step back and away, saddened to see the room gradually filling up.

"Don't mention it," she replied with a weak smile as the man thanked her, giving him a polite nod as she turned and strode out of the room. Unfortunately, she didn't get far, barely five steps before her knees gave way beneath her as she slid down the wall and into a damp, broken heap on the floor. She was utterly crushed.

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