Mun Name: Becca.
Journal: takozu
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Other Characters: Brand spankin' new.
Name: Rapunzel
From: Disney's Tangled.
Appearance: Rapunzel is a lean 5'3'', with long, strong limbs and petite feet. She's a heart shaped face, home to a pair of emerald eyes and apple cheeks, and a bashful smile. She often sports her casual (at least, casual to her!) lavender and pink bodice on top of a pale lavender dress, adorned with lace and other embroidery, a signature of time well spent. Did I mention she pulls around seventy feet of golden blonde magic hair?
Age: Sprightly eighteen.
Gender: Female.
Personality: Rapunzel has a bubbly, curious and artistic personality. A billion hobbies, and all day to have fun with them all, including baking, cooking, knitting, guitar, paper mache...almost everything! She's a very handy girl. Besides being cooped up in a tower since...well, forever, she sees the beauty and simple elegance in everything. Being locked away has also given her a pre-conceived view of the world, and it's not all that it appears to be. She's very childlike, and still very naive. Still, she has a very good sense of right and wrong, as well as a good grasp on basic manners. She's very, very protective of her hair, as well as anything regarding her mother or family life...well, at all. While she may sometimes come off as brash and rude, maybe even socially awkward, she's really, only a girl looking to get out of her tower; figuratively and literally.
Backstory: Rapunzel was born to the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Corona. During her pregnancy, the Queen was very very sick, and the King led a search for a legendary flower that would cure her. Soon after, they found it, and Rapunzel was born, healthy and glowing. They were beloved by all, and the family was pretty much ready for their happily ever after. Until Mother Gothel, a very old woman who'd used the flower for many years before to help retain her youth, coveted the flower once more, and upon learning Rapunzel's hair was the key, kidnapped her and stole her away deep into the forest. For eighteen years, the King and Queen mourned the loss of their child, sending floating lanterns into the sky to maybe, just maybe, help her find her way home. Little did young Rapunzel know, these lanterns were meant for her, and she watched them every birthday, floating above the trees and into the sky. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she meets Flynn Rider, a thief who decided to hide in her tower to stow away from some palace guards. She coerces him into helping her leave the tower to see the lanterns, and that's when she ended up here, in Ink City.
Moral Standing: Despite being raised by a wicked woman who kidnapped her, Rapunzel has a good sense of right and wrong. Still, her naivete can make her easy to win over for an unjust cause. All it takes is pulling the wool over her eyes.
Dreams: Rapunzel always dreamed of seeing the floating lanterns, but her real dream is to be free, to do what she wants. she often finds this a hard conflict to face; her mother's approval, or her freedom.
Fears: Rapunzel fears her mother's (Gothel's) disapproval, as her mother is all she has. She also fears all that her mother's taught her to fear; all the bad things about the world itself, including but not limited to; poisonous plants, sickness, thugs/ruffians/criminals in general, etc.
Extra: Pascal is her shoulder friend, and can be ad-hoc'd until someone apps?
Samples:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYKpIr1lSG0&feature=relmfu is a great place to start.
Writing Sample: She swept and swept and swept until the floor was shiny clean, and even then, after all the crafting and baking and cooking and snacking and painting? It needed to be swept, no, mopped, again. Pascal made an incredulous chirp on her shoulder, signaling his disapproval.
"Pascal, it's fine. Not like I've got anything else to do up here anyways."
So, she cleaned up her mess from the cupcakes, the candies, the pie and the fondue, and with a set of wrinkly hands, filled the basin with water and some of her homemade soap. Lavender perfumed the air ever so slightly as she wet the mop, and with apron and hair strewn up off of the floor and into the rafters, she began to mop.
Ah, lavender. It was a great choice for soap, but she'd only seen pictures of the flower. Mother said lavender didn't grow locally, and the oils she brought from the marketplace were 'exotic'. The label on the oil vial depicted a thin, fluffy, purple plant. The teen realized she was daydreaming when Pascal squeaked again, letting her know that there wasn't much mopping getting done. She snapped back to work, and instead of doing just the kitchen floors, Rapunzel mopped the whole tower, leaving a fresh, imported, exotic lavender oil scent. What a clean tower!
She couldn't wait to mess it all up again the next day.