Sample Application 1
IC Information
Name: Amelia Peabody Emerson
Canon: The Amelia Peabody Series, by Elizabeth Peters
Timeline: The ending of 'The Hippopotamus Pool'.
Canon Resource Link: http://ameliapeabody.com/ameliapeabody.html
Personality: Don't speak of duty to me. You men always have high-handed excuses for enjoying yourself; going out to climb mountains and find the source of the Nile. While we women are expected to stay at home embroidering. I embroider very badly, but I fancy I would excavate very well.
Amelia was born the youngest child and only daughter of the Peabody family. Until the age of 32 she contented herself with caring for her aging father and managing his household with her customary practicality. Her father was a scholar of the Ancient World, and Amelia found it quite a pleasant life. In between bullying the local merchants into giving her excellent deals she studied her father's books. In this way she acquired an education far more advanced than many women of her time, and an equally unusual streak of stubbornness and independence.
When her father died Amelia's life changed dramatically. To everyone's surprise, her father died a wealthy man, and he left his entire fortune to his only daughter. Amelia swiftly made a decision to avoid gold-digging relatives and suitors by making a trip to visit the ancient wonders of the world. But she made it no further than Egypt. There, she fell in love. First, with the land and people. And second, with Radcliffe Emerson. An irascible and hot-tempered Egyptologist just as stubborn as Amelia. They married within the year and swiftly embarked on a married life that both relished thoroughly. By the point I have taken her from she is mother to a single precocious child, Walter 'Ramses' Emerson, and has adopted two other children.
Amelia is a stubborn, opinionated, determined, and occasionally hypocritical woman. She has opinions about everything, and believes herself to always be right. She has a poor opinion of all men's competence save her husband, and firmly believes that the world would be a much better place if women ran it. It isn't that she hates men. She merely holds the opinion that , as a sex, they are occasionally useful in a crisis but almost entirely useless in day to day affairs. Then again, she equally disapproves of women behaving in the manner of silly and helpless girls.
She thinks of herself as a practical no-nonsense woman, and thinks that very few people share that character trait. Because of this she often takes charge of situations, ignoring any arguments to the contrary. At the same time, she has a secret fondness for sensationalist romantic novels and dramatics, and often interprets real world events as if they were plots from such books.
She enjoys pyramids, excavating, taking care of people (especially when they don't want to be taken care of), and a good argument. She finds nothing so enjoyable as crawling through the dark and filthy substructures of various pyramids, armed with nothing more than a pith helmet and a candle. But a good rousing argument with a respected opponent runs a good second. She has occasionally been guilty of deliberately provoking arguments for the fun of it. Favorite subjects include the mistreatment of women and native Egyptians, weak-minded females, misguided lovers, automobiles, the general incompetence of males, current fashion, and any opinion she disagrees with.
She firmly believes in equal rights for both women and egyptians, and often regrets that she had not been born a hundred years later. At times she bitterly resents the strictures put upon her actions by the British society and culture of her time. But in some ways she is very much a woman of her times. For example, she complains bitterly about current women's fashions but still maintains a keen interest in the subject and has clothes made in the latest fashion every year.
Once Amelia has decided on a course of action she cares very little for what anyone else thinks. She simply charges ahead on her plan and expects everyone else to go along with her. Most of the time people do. It's generally easier than earning the sharp side of her tongue. Many a local official fights the urge to run and hide when they see her heading toward them with a determined expression on her face.
Although she has not studied medicine, she has made a point of learning as much about it as she could. And fancies that she could be quite good at it due to 'having steady hands and much less squeamishness about blood than many males of my acquaintance'. She occasionally remarks on her disappointment that no one has ever asked her to amputate anything.
Powers & Abilities:
Sheer force of Personality
When faced with Amelia's determination and attitude, most people eventually give in and let her do as she likes.
Housekeeping Skills
Amelia excels at everything that came with running a household in the 1890s. This included cooking with and without electricity, cleaning, bargaining for supplies, and ordering servants about. Put her in any environment, and she will immediately set about putting it in order and cleaning it. Curtains are often involved.
Languages
She is fluent in Italian, Arabic, Latin, Greek, Hebrew, and Ancient Egyptian.
Parasol
Amelia carries a black parasol with a stout steel shaft with her wherever she goes. In crowds she uses it's sharp tip to persuade people to move out of her way. In dangerous situation she often uses it as a club.
What items will they be bringing with them to Discedo?
*One black parasol, with a stout iron shaft and a pointed tip.
*Her 'Useful Belt of Tools' which includes a packet of matches in a waterproof holder, a candle, a pen and notebook, a knife, a small sewing kit, a medical kit, spare ammunition, and a small revolver.
*One 1904 style dress, with skirt, blouse, stockings, and button up shoes.
Posting Samples
Third-Person Sample:
Amelia had been enjoying a delightful tea on the terrace of Shepherd's Hotel in Cairo when the noise of an disturbance in the street below caught her attention. As was so often the case, the cause of the uproar was already hidden from sight by a crowd of curious onlookers.
Really, most people were perfectly useless about this sort of thing. Once again, it seemed that she would have to take charge of matters. Amelia rises, still holding her tea in one hand and proceeds to purposefully make her way through the crowd. She prods those too slow to get out of her way with the sharp iron point of her parasol, pointedly ignoring the protests and rude exclamations that her actions evoked. As she had often observed, a suitably robust parasol really was the most useful tool a lady could possess. The sharp tip, properly applied to the anatomy, was enough to make even the most stubborn and rude of individuals hasten their retreat. Amelia had never seen the point of the delicate and frilly parasols some ladies of her acquaintance affected. Imagine, carrying about an object of no practical use whatever!
As Amelia nears the front of the crowd she begins to hear the sound of a familiar voice. She instantly feels a sense of the direst foreboding. At length the last of the onlookers give way and she arrives at her first view of the scene. It was exactly as she had feared.
A small boy in filthy clothing was engaged in a shouting match in he local vernacular with an equally filthy boy of the same age. Many people would have been fooled by the dirty face, which made all young boys of that age look much the same. But a mother always knew.
"Ramses Emerson! What do you think you are doing?"
One of the small boys hastily stands up as the other disappears into the crowd. He makes a rather unconvincing attempt to look innocent. "Good morning, Mother. I am merely attempting to increase my knowledge of the local vernacular."
Amelia hastily interrupts. Her son could continue on in that vein for hours, given an opportunity.
First-Person Sample:
[The video shakes slightly as it slowly resolves into the image of a small dark-haired woman in turn-of-the-century clothing frowning sternly at it.]
I am not accustomed to having my plans inconvenienced. However, it seems that this may be more than a slight delay. If, as I have been reassured by several people, there is truly no easy way to return to Luxor as intended then I shall make the best of this situation. I wish to speak to whoever considers themselves in charge of this dismal community immediately.
Good Gad! I have lived in tombs that were less suited for human habitation! I refuse to allow this state of affairs to continue. If someone can direct me to a source of water and buckets I will begin work immediately.
Name: Amelia Peabody Emerson
Canon: The Amelia Peabody Series, by Elizabeth Peters
Timeline: The ending of 'The Hippopotamus Pool'.
Canon Resource Link: http://ameliapeabody.com/ameliapeabody.html
Personality: Don't speak of duty to me. You men always have high-handed excuses for enjoying yourself; going out to climb mountains and find the source of the Nile. While we women are expected to stay at home embroidering. I embroider very badly, but I fancy I would excavate very well.
Amelia was born the youngest child and only daughter of the Peabody family. Until the age of 32 she contented herself with caring for her aging father and managing his household with her customary practicality. Her father was a scholar of the Ancient World, and Amelia found it quite a pleasant life. In between bullying the local merchants into giving her excellent deals she studied her father's books. In this way she acquired an education far more advanced than many women of her time, and an equally unusual streak of stubbornness and independence.
When her father died Amelia's life changed dramatically. To everyone's surprise, her father died a wealthy man, and he left his entire fortune to his only daughter. Amelia swiftly made a decision to avoid gold-digging relatives and suitors by making a trip to visit the ancient wonders of the world. But she made it no further than Egypt. There, she fell in love. First, with the land and people. And second, with Radcliffe Emerson. An irascible and hot-tempered Egyptologist just as stubborn as Amelia. They married within the year and swiftly embarked on a married life that both relished thoroughly. By the point I have taken her from she is mother to a single precocious child, Walter 'Ramses' Emerson, and has adopted two other children.
Amelia is a stubborn, opinionated, determined, and occasionally hypocritical woman. She has opinions about everything, and believes herself to always be right. She has a poor opinion of all men's competence save her husband, and firmly believes that the world would be a much better place if women ran it. It isn't that she hates men. She merely holds the opinion that , as a sex, they are occasionally useful in a crisis but almost entirely useless in day to day affairs. Then again, she equally disapproves of women behaving in the manner of silly and helpless girls.
She thinks of herself as a practical no-nonsense woman, and thinks that very few people share that character trait. Because of this she often takes charge of situations, ignoring any arguments to the contrary. At the same time, she has a secret fondness for sensationalist romantic novels and dramatics, and often interprets real world events as if they were plots from such books.
She enjoys pyramids, excavating, taking care of people (especially when they don't want to be taken care of), and a good argument. She finds nothing so enjoyable as crawling through the dark and filthy substructures of various pyramids, armed with nothing more than a pith helmet and a candle. But a good rousing argument with a respected opponent runs a good second. She has occasionally been guilty of deliberately provoking arguments for the fun of it. Favorite subjects include the mistreatment of women and native Egyptians, weak-minded females, misguided lovers, automobiles, the general incompetence of males, current fashion, and any opinion she disagrees with.
She firmly believes in equal rights for both women and egyptians, and often regrets that she had not been born a hundred years later. At times she bitterly resents the strictures put upon her actions by the British society and culture of her time. But in some ways she is very much a woman of her times. For example, she complains bitterly about current women's fashions but still maintains a keen interest in the subject and has clothes made in the latest fashion every year.
Once Amelia has decided on a course of action she cares very little for what anyone else thinks. She simply charges ahead on her plan and expects everyone else to go along with her. Most of the time people do. It's generally easier than earning the sharp side of her tongue. Many a local official fights the urge to run and hide when they see her heading toward them with a determined expression on her face.
Although she has not studied medicine, she has made a point of learning as much about it as she could. And fancies that she could be quite good at it due to 'having steady hands and much less squeamishness about blood than many males of my acquaintance'. She occasionally remarks on her disappointment that no one has ever asked her to amputate anything.
Powers & Abilities:
Sheer force of Personality
When faced with Amelia's determination and attitude, most people eventually give in and let her do as she likes.
Housekeeping Skills
Amelia excels at everything that came with running a household in the 1890s. This included cooking with and without electricity, cleaning, bargaining for supplies, and ordering servants about. Put her in any environment, and she will immediately set about putting it in order and cleaning it. Curtains are often involved.
Languages
She is fluent in Italian, Arabic, Latin, Greek, Hebrew, and Ancient Egyptian.
Parasol
Amelia carries a black parasol with a stout steel shaft with her wherever she goes. In crowds she uses it's sharp tip to persuade people to move out of her way. In dangerous situation she often uses it as a club.
What items will they be bringing with them to Discedo?
*One black parasol, with a stout iron shaft and a pointed tip.
*Her 'Useful Belt of Tools' which includes a packet of matches in a waterproof holder, a candle, a pen and notebook, a knife, a small sewing kit, a medical kit, spare ammunition, and a small revolver.
*One 1904 style dress, with skirt, blouse, stockings, and button up shoes.
Posting Samples
Third-Person Sample:
Amelia had been enjoying a delightful tea on the terrace of Shepherd's Hotel in Cairo when the noise of an disturbance in the street below caught her attention. As was so often the case, the cause of the uproar was already hidden from sight by a crowd of curious onlookers.
Really, most people were perfectly useless about this sort of thing. Once again, it seemed that she would have to take charge of matters. Amelia rises, still holding her tea in one hand and proceeds to purposefully make her way through the crowd. She prods those too slow to get out of her way with the sharp iron point of her parasol, pointedly ignoring the protests and rude exclamations that her actions evoked. As she had often observed, a suitably robust parasol really was the most useful tool a lady could possess. The sharp tip, properly applied to the anatomy, was enough to make even the most stubborn and rude of individuals hasten their retreat. Amelia had never seen the point of the delicate and frilly parasols some ladies of her acquaintance affected. Imagine, carrying about an object of no practical use whatever!
As Amelia nears the front of the crowd she begins to hear the sound of a familiar voice. She instantly feels a sense of the direst foreboding. At length the last of the onlookers give way and she arrives at her first view of the scene. It was exactly as she had feared.
A small boy in filthy clothing was engaged in a shouting match in he local vernacular with an equally filthy boy of the same age. Many people would have been fooled by the dirty face, which made all young boys of that age look much the same. But a mother always knew.
"Ramses Emerson! What do you think you are doing?"
One of the small boys hastily stands up as the other disappears into the crowd. He makes a rather unconvincing attempt to look innocent. "Good morning, Mother. I am merely attempting to increase my knowledge of the local vernacular."
Amelia hastily interrupts. Her son could continue on in that vein for hours, given an opportunity.
First-Person Sample:
[The video shakes slightly as it slowly resolves into the image of a small dark-haired woman in turn-of-the-century clothing frowning sternly at it.]
I am not accustomed to having my plans inconvenienced. However, it seems that this may be more than a slight delay. If, as I have been reassured by several people, there is truly no easy way to return to Luxor as intended then I shall make the best of this situation. I wish to speak to whoever considers themselves in charge of this dismal community immediately.
Good Gad! I have lived in tombs that were less suited for human habitation! I refuse to allow this state of affairs to continue. If someone can direct me to a source of water and buckets I will begin work immediately.