fontaine, marigold ; goldie

[marigold fontaine]

MARIGOLD FELICITY FONTAINE

PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF

Nicknames: Goldie
Age: 17
D.O.B. June 5
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Grade: Junior

DON'T STARE AT ME

Marigold inherited most of her features from her father: her silky golden blonde hair, her blue-green eyes, her slight body and thin limbs, and even many of her expressions. There are some things Goldie got from her mother, though. Like the unstoppable curl of her hair, her full lips, the long dark lashes that frame her eyes, and her golden skin. Of course, some features of Marigold are all her own. Her long fingers and toes, for example, and her patented Billy Idol sneer.

The blonde has slender limbs that only began to flesh out in her mid-teens. Baby fat is still present on her face and body, which might have bothered her if she was a bit more vain. Overall, Marigold has only just begun to grow into herself. Being an athletic girl all her life, her once gangly figure has gained a bit of muscle from playing sports and exercise, and as the years go on her thin body has finally started to show signs of all her hard work.

Her fashion style is usually casual. Jeans and t-shirts are fine by her, and she doesn't feel the need to get dolled up. Sometimes she'll throw on a dress or a cute ensemble just to confuse people who place her into the tomboy label. This doesn't mean she's entirely devoid of a fashion sense - she is very good at finding interesting and pretty clothes at cheap prices, even if she doesn't shop much.

I WON'T SHUT UP, I KNOW THAT I SHOULD

Marigold isn't the type of girl that you can read like a book. At first glance, she seems like a quiet, introverted type who thinks a lot rather than speaks her mind. This is only partially true. While she doesn't find the need to talk talk talk about every little thing like some girls, that hardly makes her quiet or introverted. In fact, Marigold is known for speaking her mind whenever provoked. No one is spared from her quick tongue. Teachers and students are equally at risk for facing her wit.

She is a girl who likes to lead and be in charge. Although she doesn't mind just being another member on the team, Goldie prefers to have center stage, making sure everyone pulls their weight and helps move the fame forward. This habit of taking charge can be flustering for some, but Marigold usually doesn't mean to make people feel uncomfortable or stepped on.

One of her greatest weaknesses is focusing. She finds it nearly impossible to set her mind on one task at a time. Her brain just works too fast for that. While this might make her an expert multi-tasker, it also causes school work to be a terrible obstacle for her. After the first great number of failures, Marigold grew apathetic for the whole institution of school, and she stopped trying hard to succeed in academics. The sad fact is that she isn't stupid, only unfocused and unmotivated.

Likes:

Summer
Water
Computers
Stars
Pizza
Honesty
Dancing
Science fiction
Solving problems
Playing cards
Air conditioning
Making people laugh

Dislikes:

Needless cheapness
Doing other peoples' dishes
People that are full of themselves
When plans don't work out
Criticism
Standing in line
Getting sick
Disloyalty
Violence
Prejudice
Liars
Acne

Strengths:

• Has a wide knowledge of botany
  
• Good at team sports, especially basketball
  
• Can joke about herself
  
• Determined
  

Flaws:

• Domineering; too focused on doing it her own way
  
• Has trouble focusing on any one task
  
• Doesn't try when it comes to academics
  
• Indecisive
  

Fears:

• Becoming like either of her parents
  
• Serious relationships
  
• Losing
  
• Rats
  

Secrets:

• Wants to have a career in sports
  
• Gets other people to do her schoolwork for her
  

Quirks:

• Thinks green is lucky
  
• Likes to play with Legos
  
• Has a strange vendetta against mimes
  

LIVING IN THE PAST

History:

Being born in a rather poor area of New York made the girl appreciate what she had, even if she wasn't always satisfied. Having a mother who loved flowers and a father obsessed with cars made both these things somewhat unappealing for Marigold from a very young age. Both her parents tried to get her interested in either of their career choices, but Goldie didn't care about plants or car parts, she cared about sports.

Even as a little girl she loved playing team sports like soft ball and basketball. With a lot of practice, she became quite good at basketball especially. She joined a lot of sports teams, wanting to vary her options a bit in case one or the other thing didn't work out. Her parents let her focus on athletics, even if they would rather have their daughter interested in one of the careers they had thought up for her.

When she was nine, her parents went through a terrible divorce. Marigold hadn't known all the details of her parents' spat at first, although the specifics would become clear much later. The girl was greatly saddened and angered over what she considered the loss of her father. She resented her parents for splitting up, and her mother for letting her father walk out and leave them.

Marigold began doing very poorly in school after her father left. She no longer wanted to pay attention in class, or do any of the assigned work, so she just stopped trying. However, she knew this kind of failure couldn't go on forever. If she wanted to stay on any of the sports teams she had joined, and if she wanted to keep her mother off her back, she had to make at least passing grades. So she started to cheat. And when she didn't cheat, she paid others to do her homework for her.

When Marigold was fifteen, her secret deviances were discovered by a number of her teachers, and her mother was informed of Marigold's "chronic cheating". Her mother had a veritable hissy fit over the whole thing, of course, and the woman told Marigold that she was planning to move to New Jersey when Goldie finished the school year.

New Jersey? That was in the middle of nowhere! How would Marigold ever survive? She whined at her mother for months, but the woman refused to listen. Susannah had discovered a reform school that might "straighten Goldie out" and stop her from cheating, so the woman's decision could not be changed. So Marigold was carted out to NJ with her mother, bitching all the way in hopes that Susannah would have a last minute revelation that the move was a terrible idea.

The small family settled in fairly easily in Coleridge Cove, and soon Marigold was enrolled at Red Sky Academy and Susannah began starting a new business of her own. Even though the school was supposed to change Marigold's cheating habits, the reality was that Goldie just got better at it, and so she didn't get caught as often. Whether her cheating ways will ever be changed remains to be seen.

Mother: Susannah Fontaine ; 35 ; flower shop owner
Father: George McBride ; 41 ; mechanic
Siblings: None
Pets: Her cat Cinnabar
Other: No one she's close with

WELL I AM WHAT I AM WHAT I AM

Alias: Fredi
Age: Ummmmmmmmm...*holds up three fingers*
Gender: Girrrrl
Experience: A couple years
Contacts: PM, please
Secret Word: Admin
RP Sample:

Deadlines, in Fredi's opinion, were the gods' way of laughing hysterically at all poor students on earth. This was th only way she could reason her teacher giving an assignment that had to be completed in one week - one week! - on a topic she had only covered in four days. How the effing shit was Fredrika supposed to do that?! Was she a miracle worker or something? Did the teacher look at her and think, Wow, will you look at that, this must be Artsy Jesus. She'll be able to do this without a problem! Lalala! Well the teacher was WRONG! Terribly, awfully wrong!

Because of the fault on her teacher's part (and Fredi was more than willing to blame it on her teacher) the young art student was now rushing along the halls of the grand art school she was lucky enough to attend. Daddy's money might not have been wasted enrolling Fredrika into the renowned art academy, but Fredi sure felt like it had been. She had only finished her assignment at the very last minute it was due, and she still felt that she could have done more.

But there was no time to do more, as it was. So she could only rush now to her classroom to drop off the offending assignment and wipe her hands clean of the whole mess. Her steps were loud on the tiles of the beautiful building, her heels clicking like trotting hooves as she ran (carefully, because she didn't want to break her heels), and her long dark hair flowing behind her freely. She wore one of her favorite dresses - an olive green number that went well with her skin and set off her fiery eyes. She felt like she needed to dress up today. If she ran into her teacher she knew she would get an earful if she didn't look "respectable".

She had finally made it to the main hall that would lead her to her rather difficult to find classroom. Panting, her hair looking messier than ever, almost with a Medusa sticky-uppy quality, Fredrika must have looked like a bat out of hell. Fredrika glanced quickly over her shoulder, thinking she'd heard the voice of her teacher, and when she returned her gaze straight ahead she realized she was about to crash into the back of a complete stranger.

Swerving to the left, Fredi narrowly missed the lone man, and in doing so she fell with a thump to the floor, her papers scattering around her in discord. "Shit! No!," Fredi cried, still on her butt on the cold floor. It had taken her hours to organize everything. For not the first time that week, she thought she might cry.