Post by Diane Ames on Feb 15, 2011 17:50:08 GMT -8
Canon Character Application
Name: Diane Ames
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Place of Residence: Personal Residence (she divides her times between her family home, Muses Gallery, and her loft. Most time is spent at Muses Gallery and her loft, of course.)
Type of Car: Dark blue Carmen GT License plate GAOF6EQ
Occupation/Skills:
Curator and Owner of Muses Gallery
Appearance:
Diane is of pale complexion, and is always wearing makeup of some sort (save for in the comfort of her own home). She has hazel eyes, and light brown hair that brushes the top of her shoulders. It is always impeccably styled. She is always dressed to the nine’s (and somewhat seductively), though when she’s working she tends towards suits, sexy suits though they may be. She usually wears stiletto heels, gold hoop earrings and a simple choker around her neck. Her height is around 5’6, though with the stilettos she’s taller.
Personality:
Diane is confident, both as a whole and in her appeal to the opposite sex. And she uses that appeal to her advantage. She enjoys the chase, and enjoys the end result of the chase as well. It is a rare night that she goes home alone unless she wishes it. Which, contrary to popular opinion, she does, sometimes. Monogamy is not in her genetic makeup.
She is also cynical, and somewhat jaded. Art is quite possibly her one true love. She can be nice... EVERYONE can be nice. Her niceness is just usually laced with a tinge of sarcasm or the vague sense that she’s talking down to them without actually talking down to them, unless she really likes the person she’s talking to. Perhaps it’s the tone of amused calm that’s so often in her voice. The only two people (at the moment, of course) who get the genuine niceness regularly are Polly Oxford and Nick Cormack.
History:
Diane was born and raised in Greenvale to Janelle and Edward Ames. She has one younger sibling, Becky, and their parents doted on the both of them. In the years between the two births, while Diane was an only child, they encouraged her to read, write, and draw/paint, as well as learn an instrument. They wanted their child to be intelligent, to love the arts. Now, she enjoyed reading, and didn’t mind music; though she was disinclined to learn how to play the viola beyond the basics, and those she learned for her parents, not herself. It was art that she loved. And it was that passion for art that her parents nurtured with a feverish intensity. They even set up a studio for her in the house.
She was a tomboy, always running around and roughhousing. It was rare that she was without dirt on her clothes and scrapes on her hands and knees. She was scrappy as a child, and wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself. She loved to climb the tree in the backyard; she’d take her sketchpad and stay up there for hours.
It was when Diane was 16 that Janelle ran off to Seattle with another man, leaving Edward alone with their two daughters. Diane helped her father as much as she could when not at school, helping to raise her younger sister. At 18 she rebelled, sort of (though not until she was sure her father could take care of Becky on his own), attending a college as far away from Greenvale as she could while still attending a college that interested her. That college was the Royal College of Art. Her studies focused on painting and curating (she’d begun to dream of owning her own art gallery someday). Her class-load was heavy, but Diane thrived under the pressure. As much as she loved painting, she discovered a budding love for working with ceramics and glass while away at school. She did return to Greenvale on visits, especially the first couple of years. She wanted to see her father and spend time with her sister.
After finally graduating, she returned to Greenvale permanently, a changed woman. Gone was the small town tomboy. In her place was an elegant and sophisticated woman. Her first action upon returning was to begin working towards opening the Muses Gallery. It took her a little time, but her dream was finally realised. The Muses Gallery was a rousing success. Work often took her from Greenvale for days or weeks at a time. At some point she met George, and he began drawing her into his harem. She’s involved with it for the sex more than any sort of love of George. She leaves that to the MacLaine siblings.
RP Sample:
Diane slid out of bed and began putting on her clothes. She’d stayed longer than she had intended. Granted, it was only by a matter of minutes, but he might get the silly idea that this was a relationship. And she would have to disabuse him of that notion. That was something she’d rather avoid if she could. It added messiness to things that just irritated her. It wasn’t like she hadn’t let him know what it was going to be before they began. He had been warned. It wasn’t her fault if he didn’t listen.
Ted rolled over and threw her what he probably thought was a come-hither look. It was a pale, pitiful imitation of one. Obviously he hadn’t been paying attention. She sighed. She might have to get blunt with him. And as much fun as that could be... it would also delay her in leaving. And she’d much rather leave.
“Where are you going?”
She glanced up, raising one slender eyebrow at him as she finished zipping up her skirt. She picked up her blouse, and slid her arms into the sleeves.
“Home,” she said. There was no point in elaborating. It was a simple, honest answer.
He sat up, looked bothered. “Aw, why would you want to do that? Come back to bed.”
Diane almost laughed. Did Ted honestly think he was such a catch that she’d pick him, of all people, to stay the night with? This was why she preferred having men back to her place. It was far easier to kick them out afterwards than it was to make an exit from their place. Blouse buttoned, she fixed the collar and slipped on her suit jacket. The final touch was her red stiletto heels.
“No,” she said, before grabbing her coat with one manicured hand and sailing out the door. She could hear him sputtering behind her. She didn’t bother to hide her amused chuckle this time as she made her way to her car and climbed inside. She cranked up Fratres for strings and percussion and sped off.
Name: Diane Ames
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Place of Residence: Personal Residence (she divides her times between her family home, Muses Gallery, and her loft. Most time is spent at Muses Gallery and her loft, of course.)
Type of Car: Dark blue Carmen GT License plate GAOF6EQ
Occupation/Skills:
Curator and Owner of Muses Gallery
Appearance:
Diane is of pale complexion, and is always wearing makeup of some sort (save for in the comfort of her own home). She has hazel eyes, and light brown hair that brushes the top of her shoulders. It is always impeccably styled. She is always dressed to the nine’s (and somewhat seductively), though when she’s working she tends towards suits, sexy suits though they may be. She usually wears stiletto heels, gold hoop earrings and a simple choker around her neck. Her height is around 5’6, though with the stilettos she’s taller.
Personality:
Diane is confident, both as a whole and in her appeal to the opposite sex. And she uses that appeal to her advantage. She enjoys the chase, and enjoys the end result of the chase as well. It is a rare night that she goes home alone unless she wishes it. Which, contrary to popular opinion, she does, sometimes. Monogamy is not in her genetic makeup.
She is also cynical, and somewhat jaded. Art is quite possibly her one true love. She can be nice... EVERYONE can be nice. Her niceness is just usually laced with a tinge of sarcasm or the vague sense that she’s talking down to them without actually talking down to them, unless she really likes the person she’s talking to. Perhaps it’s the tone of amused calm that’s so often in her voice. The only two people (at the moment, of course) who get the genuine niceness regularly are Polly Oxford and Nick Cormack.
History:
Diane was born and raised in Greenvale to Janelle and Edward Ames. She has one younger sibling, Becky, and their parents doted on the both of them. In the years between the two births, while Diane was an only child, they encouraged her to read, write, and draw/paint, as well as learn an instrument. They wanted their child to be intelligent, to love the arts. Now, she enjoyed reading, and didn’t mind music; though she was disinclined to learn how to play the viola beyond the basics, and those she learned for her parents, not herself. It was art that she loved. And it was that passion for art that her parents nurtured with a feverish intensity. They even set up a studio for her in the house.
She was a tomboy, always running around and roughhousing. It was rare that she was without dirt on her clothes and scrapes on her hands and knees. She was scrappy as a child, and wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself. She loved to climb the tree in the backyard; she’d take her sketchpad and stay up there for hours.
It was when Diane was 16 that Janelle ran off to Seattle with another man, leaving Edward alone with their two daughters. Diane helped her father as much as she could when not at school, helping to raise her younger sister. At 18 she rebelled, sort of (though not until she was sure her father could take care of Becky on his own), attending a college as far away from Greenvale as she could while still attending a college that interested her. That college was the Royal College of Art. Her studies focused on painting and curating (she’d begun to dream of owning her own art gallery someday). Her class-load was heavy, but Diane thrived under the pressure. As much as she loved painting, she discovered a budding love for working with ceramics and glass while away at school. She did return to Greenvale on visits, especially the first couple of years. She wanted to see her father and spend time with her sister.
After finally graduating, she returned to Greenvale permanently, a changed woman. Gone was the small town tomboy. In her place was an elegant and sophisticated woman. Her first action upon returning was to begin working towards opening the Muses Gallery. It took her a little time, but her dream was finally realised. The Muses Gallery was a rousing success. Work often took her from Greenvale for days or weeks at a time. At some point she met George, and he began drawing her into his harem. She’s involved with it for the sex more than any sort of love of George. She leaves that to the MacLaine siblings.
RP Sample:
Diane slid out of bed and began putting on her clothes. She’d stayed longer than she had intended. Granted, it was only by a matter of minutes, but he might get the silly idea that this was a relationship. And she would have to disabuse him of that notion. That was something she’d rather avoid if she could. It added messiness to things that just irritated her. It wasn’t like she hadn’t let him know what it was going to be before they began. He had been warned. It wasn’t her fault if he didn’t listen.
Ted rolled over and threw her what he probably thought was a come-hither look. It was a pale, pitiful imitation of one. Obviously he hadn’t been paying attention. She sighed. She might have to get blunt with him. And as much fun as that could be... it would also delay her in leaving. And she’d much rather leave.
“Where are you going?”
She glanced up, raising one slender eyebrow at him as she finished zipping up her skirt. She picked up her blouse, and slid her arms into the sleeves.
“Home,” she said. There was no point in elaborating. It was a simple, honest answer.
He sat up, looked bothered. “Aw, why would you want to do that? Come back to bed.”
Diane almost laughed. Did Ted honestly think he was such a catch that she’d pick him, of all people, to stay the night with? This was why she preferred having men back to her place. It was far easier to kick them out afterwards than it was to make an exit from their place. Blouse buttoned, she fixed the collar and slipped on her suit jacket. The final touch was her red stiletto heels.
“No,” she said, before grabbing her coat with one manicured hand and sailing out the door. She could hear him sputtering behind her. She didn’t bother to hide her amused chuckle this time as she made her way to her car and climbed inside. She cranked up Fratres for strings and percussion and sped off.
Emily drawing by Animagess