Post by cannon on Feb 2, 2011 15:08:00 GMT -5
Clementine Poppet Honeycutt
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→ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ←You may know me as Cannon from the internet, but soon you're gonna know me for my charries. Clem is pretty damn awesome! I am not a canon! In fact, they're 'stuffed TURKEY & puddin'! I've been doing this for 0 out of the 20 I've been on the planet. If you need to get a hold of me, just drop me a line at cannonradley@hotmail.com
→ FULL NAME Clementine Poppet Honeycutt
→ NICKNAME Clem, Pops, Honey
→ AGE 23
→ GENDER Female
→ SPECIES Human
→ BLOOD TYPE O-
→ OCCUPATION Seamstress
→ PLAY BY Kate Nash.
→ HAIR Wavy shoulder length auburn hair, riddled with exuberant roseus streaks that fade into the darker tint the further down the strands.
→ EYES Deep brown that tend to look more hazel when glimmering in the light.
→ STATS Five foot five and a half inches, one hundred and thirty nine pounds.
→ BODY Average height and weight. Fits comfortably into her clothes. Fair skin tone.
→ FEATURES Nothing on a physical surface distinguishes her from a crowd, she's the epitome of normal.
→ WARDROBE Clementine tends to find most of her clothes from retro boutiques and goodwill, thrift stores. She wouldn't be seen out unless wearing heels, but doesn't care for brand names. Her clothes are usually layered and colour coordinated with accessories (that more often than not include a purse or strap bag, earrings, bracelet/bangles and belts.) She likes to sit on the fence between formal and informal, dressing for any and every occasion.
→ LIKES Day dreaming, reading, learning, wishing, the outdoors, travelling, meeting new people, doing new things, working.
→ DISLIKES Family gatherings, her mothers attempts to marry her off, having to conform to expectations, expectations in general, smoking, authority, television.
→ STRENGTHS Her willingness to succeed, her undeniably enthusiastic attitude, her ignorance giving her an unmatched world view, her loyalty, her ability to make something from nothing, her independence.
→ WEAKNESSES Her ignorance giving her an unmatched world view, becoming too easily emotionally attached, being unable to ask for help, stubbornness, speaking before she speaks, her lack of experience in almost everything.
→ SKILLS Talented seamstress, very empathic
→ FEARS Failing, falling, outliving her parents, dying alone.
→ FULL PERSONALITY Clementine is ignorant to the world. She has dreams of bigger and better things, but hasn't got the means nor the willingness to push herself out of the comfort zone she knows and lives with. She's a believer, thinking anything possible and refusing to acknowledge failure. She is able to connect with people and help them realise their wishes, but when it comes to living her own life and knowing herself; she falls short somewhat ironically. She has a temper but never raises her voice, instead deciding to sulk. She holds onto things for far too long, grudges, love interests, ideas and is unable to shake away the past. She has a good heart and a hope of finding something more.
→ MOTHER Blossom Honeycutt (nee Jones), 46, Human, Alive
→ FATHER Walter Honeycutt, 50, Human, Alive
→ SIBLINGS Peach Honeycutt, 14, Human, Alive
→ IMPORTANT PEOPLE
Epsen Matthers, 24, Human, Alive
April McMichael, 52, Human, Alive
Mick McMichael, 50, Human, Alive
→ BIRTHPLACE Layfayette, Indiana, United States
→ BIRTHDAY April Second Nineteen Eighty Eight
→ FULL HISTORY Clementine was born at St. Elizabeth East hospital in Layfayette, Indiana on April 2nd 1988. Her parents (Blossom and Walter) took her home two days later. Named after her mothers favourite craving during pregnancy and continuing in the tradition of hippy orientated names within her side of the family, Clementine Poppet had a quiet upbringing. Clementine met childhood friend Espen (Matthers, two years her senior) when she was seven. The two bonded immediately and were inseparable until high school.
Espen, who was responsible for popularising the nickname “Clem” for Clementine started to drift away during their teen years having found a clique. Clementine drifted, dove into her studies and began dreaming of doing something that could change the world, she could be a doctor, a lawyer, someone important. Espen and Clem reunited towards the end of high school, eventually entering into a relationship with one another.
On the day of her 18th birthday, Clementine and Espen slept together. The next day, he distanced himself from her and eventually broke things off. Obviously distraught, Clem decided to move to New York City, New York to live with her Aunt and Uncle (April McMichael (nee Jones) & Mick McMichael) – She soon found work as a seamstress and found that isolated in the city, away from friends and regular environments, she felt more like herself than she ever did at home.
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She wondered, pondered exactly what had become of herself. Lost to everyone she knew, becoming lost to even herself. She gazed with her bold brown eyes into the mirror and saw looking back, nothing she knew. Auburn hair wisping down her face, covering her fair completion. Her lips were red as ripe cherries. “Where do we go from here.” she muttered, lost in her own eyes. Reaching down she turned on a tap, the water began to flow harmlessly into the basin. Cupped hands, the water hit like a bolt of lightning, cold and forceful. Though her instinct was to pull away, she didn't. Bending down, she splashed herself with one sweep. Quickly scuffled for the tap, turning it off, the lost water making the silence of the room evident.
She reached for the towel, hanging on the metallic rack and pulled it towards herself. Burying her face in it, not wanting to gaze into the mirror a second longer. She knew, however, that she'd eventually have to do so. What exactly was the problem looking at ones self? “I am all I can be” she muttered, as if to push herself to look once again. Pulling away from the soft white towel, she once again found herself lost in her stare. “All I can be.” A half smile came upon her face as she placed the towel back onto it's rack. Her head shook, before walking from the reach of the mirror and paused before flicking the switch of a light, darkness fell.
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