Midge Kirsten Dearivus

[Midge Kirsten Dearivus]

Midge Kirsten Dearivus

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I wish I could cross my arms
and cross your mind 'cause I believe ,

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name - Midge Kirsten Dearivus
nickname - Mello (Yes, like Death Note)
gender - Female
age - 14
grade - Freshman (Fishie!)
major - Poetry
minor - N/A
portrayer - Nami Tamaki
representing - #200 Misdreavus

that you'd unfold your paper heart
and wear it on your sleeve ,

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personality[/center]

Midge is sorta shy in the way that she doesn't really talk to anyone. She just responds directly when asked to respond, and listens for the rest of the time. If she was an anime character, she'd be the type with a mouth the size of a dustmite and eyes the size of house clocks. Because of this lack in talking, and the fact that she is often harassed, she's rather violent. You can practically see the area around her darken and her skin boil when you get her angry. Thankfully, it takes a lot to get her angry, and most of her friends wouldn't ever go that far. She doesn't have too many friends, though. Her kindly, silent personality means that those who know her adore her and those who don't know her have a feeling she's stalking them. Everyone she meets tells her that she should be a secret agent, but she responds with a simple "I don't want to," and a glare that keeps them quiet. She's very obviously "silent but deadly".
Midge is very intelligent, word-wise. She's awful at Social Studies and History which seems obvious in that she isn't too social or interested in many other folks. Logic comes to her at times of need, making her look rather odd and batty to folks who don't know her. She has a real mischievous side when provoked, causing her to have a rather bad name in all of her previous schools. She swore that it wouldn't happen here at Pallet, but she can't completely control it. Plus, she's a total Night Owl. To describe her in five words, She's Mysterious, Mischievous, Quiet, Cunning and Calm.
She is a poetry major, mostly because she enjoys reading a lot. When she read the biographies of many of her favorite authors, she decided that she would be very fit to morph her muddled life into slow, sad poems and paragraphs. So far she has been successful, but her teachers tell her she has to reach out of her melancholy style once in a while. She chooses not to.
Her role models in life have all been poets. Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and even Shel Silverstein have given her a little something to lose her rather aggravating life and escape, just for a little while. Books often seem to help you do that, don't they?
Midge is a poetry major because she really likes poetry and how she can express her darker feelings with it, and she's quite good at it.

all my life I wish I broke mirrors
instead of promises
'cause all I see is a shattered conscience
staring back at me ,

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appearance[/center]

Midge has long, dark curly black hair with deep purple ends that she dyed on herself. Her eyes are wide and dark with tiny purple flecks floating in the deep blackish blue. Her skin is pale and blushed with a small mole on her upper nose. Her nose is rather small and peaked at the end, and her lips are never painted. She is quite thin because she doesn't eat much, even though she doesn't care about appearances. She wears large, red beads on her neck that she inherited from her great grandmother when she was on her deathbed. It was common in her family to send these beads down from grandmother to grandchild, but Midge's mother had died when she was born and her great grandmother had forgotten to give them to her. The guilt had, literally, killed her.
Midge wore a short, dark, shining indigo hooded cloak to cover her longer navy blue and purple dress. Both waved in the air as she walked, creating a shimmery look that paled her skin even more and brought out her eyes. Underneath, she wore white tights and purple durable ballet shoes with long ribbons that flowed behind her feet on windy days. Over her arms, she wore long, see-through scarves that wrapped around her lightly. She also wore red pearl earrings that matched her necklace nicely. Altogether, she looked like a Gothic ballerina.

oh please be done, how much longer
can this drama afford to run ?

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history[/center]

San Francisco, parents were Japanese/Korean and German- (Either from Pallet, Colorado, or elsewhere)

Midge has very few living relations anymore. She has a father, a grandma, three aunts, one uncle and two cousins. Everyone else is dead. The Dearivus family used to joke about it being because of the old family curse that was brought down with the ruby red pearls that ran in their family, but they really didn't joke much anymore. The entire family lived in a big navy blue Victorian style mansion that had been passed down through her father's side for many generations. Her Dad was German and her mother was Korean and Japanese. She had been a very ill, yet beautiful woman. She'd looked like a dying rose, in a way. Childbirth had killed her, and her last words were to the babe's father.
"Don't blame her." she had whispered, then fallen into a coma, never to wake up. Midge's father tried, but it was just too hard for him really not to. He mourned her so often that the dark, angry look in his eyes was passed down to his daughter. It took a while, but her old style of sun dresses and bright eyes mushed down into a slow, sad look over long, dark clothing. Her aunts, Gertrude, Mildred and Constance, were superstitious, suspicious, gossipy old hags who resented pleasant conversation and spent their lives knitting awfully itchy phlegm-colored sweaters and shrieking like harpies at their neighbors' expense. Her uncle, Bennett, was a fine fellow, but, being a good natured and kindly person, resented his wife and spent all of his time away from the country on business meetings. Whenever he came back, he took "his girls" (Midge, Nicole (her cousin) and Gramma) to a nice restaurant and a carnival. Midge always BEGGED her Dad to come, but he'd just look in her eyes and say
"Who on Earth would take care of the house, sweet?" to her dismay.
"They (The aunts, their names were like Voldemort's in that house) would!" she'd cry, but he'd laugh and pat her on the head.
"Don't I wish..." he'd murmur to himself, and shoo them off.
Nicole and Gramma were the only two people in the world that Midge really talked to. Everyone in school was afraid of her and her aunts (mostly her aunts) and she wasn't very talkative anyway. Her father was not often "around" and her uncle just wasn't the type to whom she confided. Gramma and Nicky were the ones she actually felt close to. They were good listeners, and helpful to her. It was her Gramma who had introduced Pallet High to her father, to her delight. She wanted to be rid of that enormous, creaky Victorian house and the harpies who cackled in it.

then I was given grace and love
I was blind but now I can see ,

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connect the dots[/center]

Misdreavus, according to serebii.net (I don't really watch or play that much pokemon ^^ is classified as "Screech Pokemon" and is a mischievous pokemon that likes to sneak up on people late at night and startle them with a shrieking cry. Midge isn't mean that way, but she is cunning and mischievous, and she can scream quiet loudly. Though Midge is shyer than the pokemon she portrays, she is a dark, night-time sort of person, and her flowing robes make her ghostly and frightening to most other people. Misdreavuses often live in run down homes or caves, and Midge's house is certainly run-down. It's also rather spooky, a quality that Midreavuses often like. Misdreavuses literally eat fear, and because a person cannot do that, Midge eats little. The pokemon gather their food through the large red beads on their neck, while Midge's beads are often thought of in her family as "cursed". These pokemon are often thought of as very strong and fierce, and Midge certainly is that when she's in a bad mood.

fate looks sharp, severs all my ties
and breaks whatever doesn't bend ,

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rp sample[/center]

Midge sat alone on the hillside. It was approximately two minutes until dawn. She held a text book out on her lap in a light effort to study, but that was not why she had come. She had come for the dew on the tips of the soft, green grass, She had come for the feeling of pleasurable silence, at last. The entire time before, everything was just a chore, but now came her previously thought-of task. "Stop rhyming to yourself, silly," she murmured to no one. "The show's about to start." Slowly, a lighter shade of purple floated across the clouds in the night sky. Then followed an orange beam of light dancing amongst the fluffy white masses of air and water. ribbons of pink and yellow danced down to Earth, bouncing against the Cumulonimbus like they were trampolines, lightly reaching the Earth to the grasses which seemed to reach toward them with the tips of their leaves. The clouds were fully illuminated now, and Midge wondered about the other hemisphere of the globe. "Is someone in China watching a similar show to I, but backwards?" she murmured aloud, again to no one. A pale, baby blue followed the colors at last, folding itself over the whole sky slowly and deliberately. "Last to come, last to leave." Midge mumbled. She paused, transfixed by the sky. "Isn't it wonderful, Mum?" the girl whispered into her textbook. She turned to another page and picked up an old photograph that was used as a bookmark. The photo was indeed of her mother. She looked strong in it, with rays of sunshine tickling her face and singing/laughing a simple melody. Her mouth was parted in a way that if you studied enough, looked like "la". Her eyes were bright and she was happy. "I know they're your favorite," she said, lightly placing it down again. Midge studied her watch, cried out in alarm at the time, and left in a rush. She almost forgot her mum.

but I don't need a telescope
to see that there's hope
and that makes me feel brave ,

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June - Artsy
favorite color -Pale Turquoise
how you found us -Rachel sent me here de la Half Blood Hill RPG!
how long have you been roleplaying Four years, maybe?

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