Post by L.V. Cook on Apr 28, 2011 22:16:07 GMT -5
Secret Code: The Clocks March on Forever
Name: Ms. Lenora Vivian Cook
Date of Birth: August 18, 1923
Place of Birth:
Age: 26
Profession: Explorer/Dancer
Appearance: See Sig
Personality: Military raised she is respectful of authority, though she will have to fight to bit her tongue if she were approached by a German official. Her dislike for them runs deep as she lost all of her family because of the War. By nature she is kind hearted and will stand and fight for anyone in need.
Blood Type: AB+
Race/Special: Human
History: Her Father joined the Air Service, American Expeditionary Forces during it's early stages at the age of sixteen, taking part in the First World War as a successful pilot. He met a lovely young woman upon coming back from the war, an easily swooned her into his charms. She married him and traveled with him as the military sent him where they needed him. At age their first born joined the army as well, taking the cue from his father. He soon got another set of orders and asked this girl to marry him, taking her and their younger children with him to a station in India. Lenora was raised mostly by her mother, though her father's strong patriotism ran thick in her veins as she watched him fight for their freedom.
She lost her father and brother to this war in the same year, the government sending the widow and young daughter home. It didn't take long for her mother's mind to deteriorate, losing both of her boys, and assuming that the war was lost. The twenty one year old was left to find her own life. She kept much of her father and brother's equipment, as well as her mother's clothes, to keep them close to her always. She also took with her a passion for the world and for dance. She had once made it a goal to travel the world and learn of every style of dance.
~Family~
Parents: 17th squadron, 64th Troop Carrier Group, Lieutenant Edmund Cook - Died in Battle 1901-1944, Mrs. Hester Cook age 45 (current state unknown. Last seen in the State Hospital for the Insane, Mt. Pleasant, Iowa. 1944)
Sibling: Corporal Luther Cook - Died in Battle 1919-1944 At the Battle of Normandy
Children: None
Sample Post:
Light shimmered off of her skirt as she spun and moved, her arms to the sky, twisting and gyrating. There was no drum, only the sound of her boots on the stone path, the jingle of the metal coins on her skirt and the ringing clap of the zils on her fingers to make her music. It was all she needed. Memories came rushing back, her family together in each others arms at their home in India, watching her learn the very movement that came to her naturally now.
The cheers and clinking of coin could not reach her ears as her body told the story. Her beat grew more and more intense, her voice carrying short high notes to match certain beats. Behind her lids, the climax of a battle was reaching its peak. She stamped her feet together and paused in a tall pose, her arms outstretched toward the heavens. The zils continued the beat as she bent backwards moving into a slowing beat.
The dance was reaching its end, her movements more sorrowful and slow until she slid to her knees, bending back over herself and finally the zils rang out one last touch. Now as the story faded and she opened her eyes she could hear the crowd. She stood and took her bows, watching the cowd disperse and her tophat fill with coin. She waited until everyone with questions had passed before taking up her collection and counting her earnings. It had been a good day, after all. now she could afford to move on to the next city, she had learned much here.
Name: Ms. Lenora Vivian Cook
Date of Birth: August 18, 1923
Place of Birth:
Age: 26
Profession: Explorer/Dancer
Appearance: See Sig
Personality: Military raised she is respectful of authority, though she will have to fight to bit her tongue if she were approached by a German official. Her dislike for them runs deep as she lost all of her family because of the War. By nature she is kind hearted and will stand and fight for anyone in need.
Blood Type: AB+
Race/Special: Human
History: Her Father joined the Air Service, American Expeditionary Forces during it's early stages at the age of sixteen, taking part in the First World War as a successful pilot. He met a lovely young woman upon coming back from the war, an easily swooned her into his charms. She married him and traveled with him as the military sent him where they needed him. At age their first born joined the army as well, taking the cue from his father. He soon got another set of orders and asked this girl to marry him, taking her and their younger children with him to a station in India. Lenora was raised mostly by her mother, though her father's strong patriotism ran thick in her veins as she watched him fight for their freedom.
She lost her father and brother to this war in the same year, the government sending the widow and young daughter home. It didn't take long for her mother's mind to deteriorate, losing both of her boys, and assuming that the war was lost. The twenty one year old was left to find her own life. She kept much of her father and brother's equipment, as well as her mother's clothes, to keep them close to her always. She also took with her a passion for the world and for dance. She had once made it a goal to travel the world and learn of every style of dance.
~Family~
Parents: 17th squadron, 64th Troop Carrier Group, Lieutenant Edmund Cook - Died in Battle 1901-1944, Mrs. Hester Cook age 45 (current state unknown. Last seen in the State Hospital for the Insane, Mt. Pleasant, Iowa. 1944)
Sibling: Corporal Luther Cook - Died in Battle 1919-1944 At the Battle of Normandy
Children: None
Sample Post:
Light shimmered off of her skirt as she spun and moved, her arms to the sky, twisting and gyrating. There was no drum, only the sound of her boots on the stone path, the jingle of the metal coins on her skirt and the ringing clap of the zils on her fingers to make her music. It was all she needed. Memories came rushing back, her family together in each others arms at their home in India, watching her learn the very movement that came to her naturally now.
The cheers and clinking of coin could not reach her ears as her body told the story. Her beat grew more and more intense, her voice carrying short high notes to match certain beats. Behind her lids, the climax of a battle was reaching its peak. She stamped her feet together and paused in a tall pose, her arms outstretched toward the heavens. The zils continued the beat as she bent backwards moving into a slowing beat.
The dance was reaching its end, her movements more sorrowful and slow until she slid to her knees, bending back over herself and finally the zils rang out one last touch. Now as the story faded and she opened her eyes she could hear the crowd. She stood and took her bows, watching the cowd disperse and her tophat fill with coin. She waited until everyone with questions had passed before taking up her collection and counting her earnings. It had been a good day, after all. now she could afford to move on to the next city, she had learned much here.
