Post by Mel on Feb 15, 2013 16:05:30 GMT -6
Your Character’s Name: Laney Spencer.
Your Character’s Age: 24
Your Character’s Gender: Female.
Occupation: City Photographer.
Physical Description (or a picture, if you have an actor image selected):
You could call her a stubby person- Laney is tiny, around 5'0, with a chunky body type that some mistake for pudge. In reality, some of it is, but she'd never let anyone hear her admitting that. Her metallic red hair is not natural, a fact that's made extremely obvious by the brown roots poking through that she continually forgets to dye out. It reaches to a little bit above her shoulders and is rarely brushed; according to the photographer, 'it's not like the camera is pointed at me.' Her eyes are green, a dull green that contrasts horribly with the dyed red- the effect of mismatch is deliberate.
Personality:
As a photographer who needs to be daring to catch the best shots, Laney isn't afraid to get in your face about something she wants. She takes to people easily, ready to strike up a conversation with a complete stranger at a moment's notice. This doesn't mean people take to her as nicely though- her brash personality often rubs at people the wrong way, but the redhead simply shrugs and moves on to the next person. As a child she was shy and reserved and will still revert to that personality without her camera in her hands, but as long as she has her 'shield', Laney can conquer the world.
The southern twang that she had growing up lurks in hiding, waiting to slip out a y'all into her everyday conversation. It's a source of embarrassment for Laney, who works to keep it out of her daily conversation- most of the time, she succeeds. But when she's stressed, over-worked, or just plain irritable, expect her speech to become completely unintelligible. Her French is especially bad when this happens, the Georgian accent butchering the flow of the words into tiny ribbons.
History:
Growing up in a small town in deep Georgia, Laney was the child who hid behind her mother's skirt whenever introduced to a stranger. She was taught to speak in soft sentences and to always cross her feet at the ankles- Cotillion was a regular occurrence for the child and Laney can still ballroom dance with the best of them. Her older brother Brian was the world to her- President of the student body at the local high school, and proud owner of a full ride to MIT. His grades were impeccable and even though he wasn't the kindest to his little sister, she adored him and aspired to be just like him.
From the moment she first held a camera, Laney knew photography was going to be her job. It was natural, for her to choose the right blend of light and color to make a picture come to life. The camera was her shield, a way to see the world in the most beautiful light without having to confront it directly. It always exasperated Brian, to have his sister known as the 'one with the camera'.
After graduating high school, Laney underwent a sort of blossoming- without her older brother around, for he'd long since gone on to college, she could be a little more of herself. That is, until word came of Brian's diabetic retinopathy. No one in the family had known he'd had diabetes, not even his doctor, but his eyesight was starting to go; at twenty two, he was going blind.
The brunette's photographing became even more fervent, as each photograph became of something that her brother couldn't see- the doctors were fully convinced they could bring back his eyesight, and so Laney decided she'd take pictures to show him what he'd missed when it came back. Five years later, it was announced that he'd be blind permanently.
The fervor for taking pictures that had developed never quite faded- somewhere, Laney still believes his eyesight will come back. The young woman was picked up right out of college to work for a local magazine as a photographer and from there worked her way to become a sought after photographer. Dislike for traveling causes her to travel as little as possible for her job, but her editor threatened to throw her to Paris if she didn't get on the plane. So Laney ended going the farthest from the States she has ever been, in search of photographs for a national magazine spread.
Your Character’s Age: 24
Your Character’s Gender: Female.
Occupation: City Photographer.
Physical Description (or a picture, if you have an actor image selected):
You could call her a stubby person- Laney is tiny, around 5'0, with a chunky body type that some mistake for pudge. In reality, some of it is, but she'd never let anyone hear her admitting that. Her metallic red hair is not natural, a fact that's made extremely obvious by the brown roots poking through that she continually forgets to dye out. It reaches to a little bit above her shoulders and is rarely brushed; according to the photographer, 'it's not like the camera is pointed at me.' Her eyes are green, a dull green that contrasts horribly with the dyed red- the effect of mismatch is deliberate.
Personality:
As a photographer who needs to be daring to catch the best shots, Laney isn't afraid to get in your face about something she wants. She takes to people easily, ready to strike up a conversation with a complete stranger at a moment's notice. This doesn't mean people take to her as nicely though- her brash personality often rubs at people the wrong way, but the redhead simply shrugs and moves on to the next person. As a child she was shy and reserved and will still revert to that personality without her camera in her hands, but as long as she has her 'shield', Laney can conquer the world.
The southern twang that she had growing up lurks in hiding, waiting to slip out a y'all into her everyday conversation. It's a source of embarrassment for Laney, who works to keep it out of her daily conversation- most of the time, she succeeds. But when she's stressed, over-worked, or just plain irritable, expect her speech to become completely unintelligible. Her French is especially bad when this happens, the Georgian accent butchering the flow of the words into tiny ribbons.
History:
Growing up in a small town in deep Georgia, Laney was the child who hid behind her mother's skirt whenever introduced to a stranger. She was taught to speak in soft sentences and to always cross her feet at the ankles- Cotillion was a regular occurrence for the child and Laney can still ballroom dance with the best of them. Her older brother Brian was the world to her- President of the student body at the local high school, and proud owner of a full ride to MIT. His grades were impeccable and even though he wasn't the kindest to his little sister, she adored him and aspired to be just like him.
From the moment she first held a camera, Laney knew photography was going to be her job. It was natural, for her to choose the right blend of light and color to make a picture come to life. The camera was her shield, a way to see the world in the most beautiful light without having to confront it directly. It always exasperated Brian, to have his sister known as the 'one with the camera'.
After graduating high school, Laney underwent a sort of blossoming- without her older brother around, for he'd long since gone on to college, she could be a little more of herself. That is, until word came of Brian's diabetic retinopathy. No one in the family had known he'd had diabetes, not even his doctor, but his eyesight was starting to go; at twenty two, he was going blind.
The brunette's photographing became even more fervent, as each photograph became of something that her brother couldn't see- the doctors were fully convinced they could bring back his eyesight, and so Laney decided she'd take pictures to show him what he'd missed when it came back. Five years later, it was announced that he'd be blind permanently.
The fervor for taking pictures that had developed never quite faded- somewhere, Laney still believes his eyesight will come back. The young woman was picked up right out of college to work for a local magazine as a photographer and from there worked her way to become a sought after photographer. Dislike for traveling causes her to travel as little as possible for her job, but her editor threatened to throw her to Paris if she didn't get on the plane. So Laney ended going the farthest from the States she has ever been, in search of photographs for a national magazine spread.
