there's a she-wolf in your closet

Student Application

PLAYER

name | Jo
age | 24
new or returning player? | New
preferred contact method | gothbless

CHARACTER

character name | Porrim Maryam
age | 17
year | Third year
gender | Female
appearance | Porrim is a tall, well-developed girl of seventeen, olive-skinned with dark, shoulder-length hair that she keeps dressed in fashionable waves. Full lips and an aquiline nose hint at her heritage, as do her eyes, which are green but heavy-lidded beneath full brows.

history | wiki link
AU history |

Born in New York City in 1904, Porrim was brought up with every possible luxury. The eldest daughter of a Persian carpet baron and a New York socialite, Porrim was raised with the best of everything, always well-dressed and well-bred. Her and her younger sister, Kanaya, were each schooled by a governess until they were twelve, learning basic math, reading, and writing, history, fine arts, and etiquette. Normally, their parents might have left it at that, but both Porrim and her sister displayed a hunger for learning that didn't seem prudent to ignore, so Porrim was the first to be sent off to the elite Clarion Preparatory Academy, where she immediately distinguished herself as a whip-smart, sharp-tongued student who didn't take much guff from other students nor her teachers.

As she grew older, spending the school year in the rollicking New England countryside and summers in New York, Porrim became quite the looker, and try as they might her parents couldn't keep her away from the notice of young gentlemen. She also developed a bit of a mischievous streak, spending her days running wild in the streets with a gang of friends that weren't exactly up to her parents' standards. Still, this was balanced by a growing interest in fashion and fine clothing, and an even greater interest in the women's suffrage movement, which she helped support even as a young teenager. This, combined with whispers of her involvement with several young gentlemen of varying repute, earned her a reputation among the high society set as quite an impertinent young woman. In response, Porrim's mother rather forced her to take continuing etiquette and finishing classes at Clarion, in the hopes that she might settle down in time to graduate and find a suitable husband--of which Porrim, of course, has exactly zero intention.

personality |

Outwardly, Porrim is seen primarily as a high-society darling. Exquisite taste, good manners, and a pretty face mean that much of what she does is unquestioned by the shallower end of society. She knows the value of being an agreeable person and uses that to her advantage, but she's no pushover. It's hard out there for a brown girl, and Porrim makes it clear that she may be nice, but she's not to be trifled with. She has a witty and sharp tongue and is quick to use it to tear down anyone who tries to trifle with her; she values a good verbal lashing as an invaluable weapon against her detractors. She also has a rebellious edge; her clothes and aloof manners act as armor, another level by which she makes herself untouchable. Distance is safe; if she keeps people at an arm's length, she can't be touched--in theory, anyway. But at the same time, her words, her actions are tinged with a modicum of sexuality, and as much as she's experimented with sex, that's appropriate. She's not one for deep, committed relationships just yet, keeping her emotions under wraps and choosing instead to just have fun. She dislikes most peoples' personalities anyway, so that's best--people her age make for good flirtation, but terrible boyfriends and girlfriends.

On a personal level, Porrim loves a good, lively argument. It puts her quick wit to use, and if the debate happens to center on calling out someone's misogynist, racist nonsense, then she is so there for the party. She's a bit of a bossy know-it-all. That tends to earn her a reputation as such, but she doesn't seem to have a problem with that--she chooses to appropriate it and wear it like a badge. She also spends quite a bit of time gossipping, which is a sufficient distraction from dull day-to-day life for someone as in need of stimulation as she is. Some may dismiss gossip as an airhead's hobby, but she sees it as a way to gather information that she can use as a weapon if she needs to. Inwardly, Porrim is one to stick to her convictions. She's incredibly morally driven, even if her set of morals don't often align with "traditional" standards. She has a very staunch sense of right and wrong.

SAMPLES

sample 1 |

"This is poppycock," Porrim muttered to nobody in particular, flopping down on the smooth, grassy lawn of the school with a rather large stack of books in her arms. She'd just returned from a rather long, arduous trip to the library, where she'd been scolded by the librarian for holding court at one of the tables, gossiping away happily for the better part of her free period. To make matters worse, the old harpy had informed her that she was to take the books she needed and go, and not to come back unless she planned on studying quietly.

Silly, Porrim thought, to keep a student out of the library when she was clearly learning new information. And even sillier still to have a whole big room and expect everyone to be quiet when they were in it. As much as she loved to read, she found the forced stillness of libraries to be intolerable. And yet, this was as good an excuse as any to be outside, and catch the last remains of summer sun to soak into her skin. Her mother always wanted her kept inside, to keep her skin as light as possible, but Porrim stubbornly refused, so that the olive of her skin shone sun-kissed gold.

And it really wasn't half-bad, she realized, as the boy's football team paraded past. Maybe getting kicked out of the library today was a blessing in disguise. She raised a finger and waved at several of the boys, blowing a kiss at the quarterback.

sample 2 | test drive link