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| Topic Started: Aug 4 2009, 11:59 AM (70 Views) | |
| Edie | Aug 4 2009, 11:59 AM Post #1 |
 
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FIRST NAME Nancy. ×NICKNAME(S) Nan, Nance. LAST NAME Reed. GENDER Female. AGE Twenty-three. APPEARANCE Nancy has the look of a child’s china doll, whose girlish beauty is marred by the wear and grime of age. She is hardly taller than most young lads, and thin from a hard, though fine, life. Yet she would never be mistaken for a male or a child, thanks to her evident curves. Her complexion is light, though exposure to the elements gives her a ruddier shade than the endlessly pale ladies of society. She isn’t burdened with stress lines or wrinkles like many of her peers, but the young miss often appears in need of a good night’s sleep. The frequent bags and dark circles are hidden beneath powder, however, and her liveliness further helps to distract from them. Nan’s green eyes are warm and caring, even when slathered with coarse makeup. Depending on who her gaze is directed at, they promise maternal affection, a good time, or unconditional love. her mouth is a great help in this regard, as her smile is wide and kind, even when it is a false one. Miss Reed’s brown hair is thick, and certainly shorter than the hair of the upper class. Lack of necessities has made her turn now and again to selling a different part of her body. That is an option she hasn’t had to take for some time, and the ends now extend past her shoulders. The freedom her line of work entails allows her to wear her hair down like a young girl, and she takes advantage of that a majority of the time. ×HEIGHT 5’3”. ×BUILD Built like a woman, albeit a rather skinny one. ×SKIN A bit more flushed than she’d like, but fair enough. ×HAIR Dark brown. ×EYES Green. ×FACE CLAIM Anna Friel. ×ACCENT/PHONETICS Moderately heavy English Cockney. OCCUPATION Barmaid when she can, and pickpocket when necessary, but Nance is first and foremost a prostitute. HISTORY Nancy’s early life is picturesque, if not particularly interesting. She was born on December fourteenth, to Mr. and Mrs. Reed of London, England. They owned and managed a small bakery, and while it would never be blessed by the presence of the upperclass, it was a living fine enough. Nance spent her time watching the customers come and go, shaping small bits of dough into animals and such, and playing with her parents on weekends and after closing time. A wonderful life for a young girl; but who gives a damn about happiness anymore? The first bit of excitement in Nance’s history occurred when she was five, with the death of her mother. She had had a simple fever, which is treatable enough, provided one can afford the doctor. Unfortunately, Susanna’s illness coincided with a rough time the Reeds’ bakery was going through, ultimately ending in her death. Alexander closed the shop, in grief over losing his young wife. Then father and daughter fled to Paris, where Alexander’s widowed mother and spinster sister resided. The two women, both deeply religious and sick of the world, begrudgingly gave them a place to stay, as it was the correct thing to do. It seemed that soon Nancy’s childhood would turn out all right again. These wistful fantasies were interrupted again two years later, with Mr. Reed’s death. Unbeknownst to the three remaining women in his life, Alexander had developed a drinking habit that turned him to melancholy, which in turn turned him to suicide. Miriam and Caroline, both possessing that terrible female intuition, knew his ‘accident’ could only be considered one if there was a select branch of accidents that included ‘predetermined courses of actions that eventually result in the taking of one’s own life’. Not the sort of death that results in Christian burials. But the ladies had to take into account little Nan, who thought her father had died in his sleep, since this was all she had to believe. So it was that Alexander Reed was buried in the proper way, for the sake of his only child. Perhaps if she could have understood the sacrifices her aunt and grandmother had made for her, Nancy would have appreciated them more. As it was, she remained naive in her convictions, and at age eight became convinced Aunt Carol and Grandmama Miriam did not care for her. It is true neither woman was openly affectionate, and it is true the child found none of Alexander’s joy or Susanna’s liveliness in them; but whatever problems Nance had with them, those were not nearly reason enough to run away. Oh, the ignorance of youth! Thanks to bedtime stories and fairy tales, they think no ill can befall them. This was the belief that lead Nance to leave her remaining relations’ home and take to the hardly forgiving Parisian streets. It was a shock for the girl to experience cold and hunger, with little hope of relieving either. Lucky a respectable old gentleman spotted her in the alleys one day, and took her to his home. Lucky little wretch. Nancy accepted her new life in Fagin’s den with ease, still innocent enough to accept pickpocketing as a tremendous game that had the added benefit of keeping one well fed. She liked the other children, she liked going out on the job, and she certainly liked Fagin. He was a brilliant replacement for both Susanna and Alexander, bestowing parental care on all his charges. The child was pleased to have a fine life again, perhaps one even finer than her English life. What no pickpocket ever mentions is that pocket picking gets harder the older you look. Seven years after her induction into her latest lifestyle, Nancy looked more like a young lady than a female ragamuffin, attracting unwanted attention while attempting to do her job. A few close shaves and her rapidly shrinking income left her with no choice; she would have to change professions. Lucky the respectable old gentleman knew what line of work she could take on. Lucky little wench. The benefits of being part of the working class were never more obvious than when Nan became a prostitute. If any ‘gentlemen’ frequented the Three Cripples Saloon, her new place of residence, they would have taken delight in her youth and pleasure in her pain. Seeing as there were no ‘gentlemen’ about, her only customers were fellow former thieves and sullen housebreakers, who treated her as a family friend. Thus Nancy reasoned her situation could be worse, an outlook that slowly nursed her relationship with her replacement parent back to health. And then Mr. Sikes came along... ×RELATIONSHIPS
PERSONALITY Nancy is a cheerful sort of woman, who accepts no nonsense. ‘Ware, anyone who believes they can complain about their petty misfortunes to this street walker. She’ll scold you for feeling sorry for yourself, until you’re red in the face; for if she’s been able to accept her lot in life, it stands to reason that you should as well. Maternal nature seems to almost ooze out of her, with her love of children and need to mother almost everyone. She loves to laugh and she loves to talk, which complements her ‘devil may care’ outlook nicely. The life of the party, that Nance. That is, of course, when she’s not with Bill. The only man she’s ever set her heart on, her devotion is hopeless and has been for the past five years. He likes her obedient, so she’s submissive; he likes her quiet, so she speaks as little as possible. A girl who likes physical contact half as much as Nancy would be daunted by how little the pair touches, but that girl doesn’t have Nan’s love for Sikes. She will be his slave, and he will be the death of her. Nothing can change that, in her mind. ×SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual, but her occupation does not always allow for such preferences. LIKES
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OTHER There’s not anywhere for the secret word, but I know it’s peccadillo. |
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| Alandree | Aug 4 2009, 12:10 PM Post #2 |
 
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Hallo Edie! You've caught my error, I was in the process of removing the secret word field and neglected to remove that from the rules until now. But props to you for putting it in there anyway! xD ACCEPTED! Our first Oliver! canon! |
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