WEBB, Penelope Lilly

[Pennie Webb]

Your name - Matchknee
Your age - Fifteen
A little about you - I'm a bit of a literature buff. I spend a lot of my time writing, be it for roleplay, schoolwork, or just a past-time. I have more love for algebra than any normal teenager should. Been pretty much addicted to roleplay since I started a couple of years back. Obsessed with European indie :]
How long have you been roleplaying - Three Years +
A sample -

Yannick Bizouard liked to think that he was a good drunk. Meaning that in the way that he would be the responsible one, the one who could act sober, the one who always fell into his own bed at night. He never usually slept somewhere other than the school unless priar arrangements had been made and he was staying with a friend or in the skate park, which was becoming more common these days. Today though, he stirred to find himself lying on a cold, hard surface. For a few moments, he wondered had he been doing one of the aforementioned skatepark sleepovers, but he couldn't remember anything about it being mentioned. Rather slowly, but surely, he opened one eye a little to glance around. He couldn't recognise his surroundings. Begrudgingly, he opened the other eye to get a better look. He wished he hadn't though, for Yannick was rather lost to a reason as why he would be sleeping underneath a dusty table, in a horribly dark room, clutching a bottle of tequila to his chest. He lifted his head a little and blinked a couple of times. It quickly became apparent he was in an area of the basement, for the used part of the school didn't look as desolate as the room he was in.
Now that it was established just where he was, Yannick didn't feel so nervous. Although, it then occured to him as why he would feel nervous anyway. He knew the school and most of the people as well as he knew the slopes back in Lillehammer, which was extremely well for having not been back in Norway since he left for Havenbrook. He loosened the grip on the bottle of tequila to his chest and set the bottle upright on the floor. The clinking of glass to ground, although relatively quiet, set off what seemed to be the beginning of a hangover headache. He whined like an injured kitten and rolled over from his side to lie on his back. He didn't realise how numb the right side of his body had been from the floor until this moment, and took a few seconds to slap his cheek to return feeling. He placed on hand on the back of his head for some sort of rest and then used the other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, completely forgetting about the piercing there. Had he not have had the piercing, usually pinching his bridge would have eased the headache quite a bit, but with the bar nestled into his cartilidge it just made things ten times worse. He gave a few colorful curse words in his native language and then sighed. He wasn't enjoying having woken up anymore, and so shut his eyes once more to get a bit more sleep in. Sleep was always the cure to well, everything.
His next course of shut eye was not to be though, for as his eyes closed Yannick could hear soft footsteps approaching. A momentary panic flooded through him. If it was a teacher, especially one of the older ones who actually gave a sh*t and checked the basements, he was f*cked. He tried to expell that thought by reasoning if it were a teacher, he would be more likely to hear a consistant clicking of high heels, which he didn't. His eyes shot open again and he listened to the footsteps, wondering what area of the basement whoever was out there was heading to. The steps got louder until they suddenly stopped.
Yannick yawned and reached for his tequila bottle again, but promptly stopped as he heard the door being opened to the room he was in. Oh Christ... He groaned in his head. Although Yannick was not one to worry about appearances, he knew rightly he looked as sh*t as he felt, and he didn't want to inflict that sight on anyone. They didn't appear to be leaving though as the light flicked on over heard. He whined and shielded his eyes, completely unprepared for that. He started to sit up but stopped when he heard a girls voice. She seemed to be as surprised as he was than another person was in the room, so he didn't go off on one about the light thing. He got up on his knees and used the table to help himself the rest of the way up straight. "Eh, hello," he smiled, scratching the back of his head. "Just me, Yannick, the colorful drunk..." He greeted, not giving a full introduction in case he already knew the girl but was still too out of it to realise.

How did you find out about this site - An Advertisement On 'Tastes Like Sugar'

Name - Penelope Lilly Webb
Nicknames - Penny, Lil, Webb
Age - Twenty
Personality -
Loving
If you're a friend of Penelope's, it's pretty much a given that she would travel to the ends of the earth for you. She loves her friends and family dearly, and will always be there for them. At times, she gets her loving nature thrown back in her face which obviously hurts, but most of the time she gets the love returns. She'll never admit it aloud, but Emily would love to be one of those lucky girls that marries the sweetheart of her youth and is sitting on a porch overlooking the beach with him sixty years later.
Happy
Very, very rarely will Penelope actually be down. There's always something or someone to brighten up her days and make her the happiest girl in existence. Of course, Penelope is not so abnormal that she is never upset by anything, but she quickly realises that it's not the end of the world, and that for everything bad thing that happens there's something good. Fortunately though, she's not one of these overly happy people that will try to force feed it to any she see's that's down.
Persuasive
Penelope has an incredible nack for persuading people to see her way. It's not as if she bullies her thoughts into them or anything, she just knows how to make her point in an effective way.
Curious
Penelope is enthralled by discovering new things and learning about them. She's like a small child in that respect, because if she see's something new it's like a young child the first time they visit a park and are able to take it all in. Penelope and children are even alike in that the things that attract her attention are usually colorful, oddly shaped, or make a pretty noise.
Trusting
A flaw of Penelope's personality is that she trusts almost too much. She trusts people as soon as she meets them, regardless of what she knows of the person or their past. She's been lucky so far in that this little fault hasn't caused her major hassle, but she knows herself one day it could go bad for her.
History-
Back in 1988 on a warm springs day, Allison Webb got quite a bit of a surprise. She was on her way home from work when she felt a funniness in her stomach, and then in the next minute, her waters had broken over the drivers seat of her car. Allison had not previously known she was pregnant, and so she was rather distressed by the whole ordeal. Although she doesn't remember doing so, she somehow managed to drive to the hospital and get herself inside where she gave birth to her only child, Penelope Lilly.
Penelope's childhood was quite average. She did all the normal things growing up, played with dolls, learned new things, went to school. It was mediocre, but it was happy. She couldn't complain about the job her mother did. Penelope was always a confident little girl, she had lots of friends and loved to be the centre of attention. As it turned out, she had a rather lovely singing voice even for her young age, and she would use it to get peoples attention. In saying, half the time her singing got attention because she was doing it so loudly it was hard to ignore, but she ignores that.
Allison was never properly with Penelope's father, and so while the young girl grew up it was just the two of them. Of course, she still saw her dad, but not as often because of the flight costs from America to New Zealand. She didn't need one though. Her mother brought her up teaching her how to be independant and a proper little lady. The neighbors thought it was adorable how the little girl could handle herself without anyones help, and no one really saw what would come next.
When Penelope was twelve years old she came home to an empty house. For most kids, this would be normal as their parents may still be at work, but she knew her mother should have been there. Penelope ignored it for a few hours and then became worried. Her mothers phone was dead and she had left no notes or anything. By midnight, the girl was terrified and went to a neighbors house to see if they knew anything. They didn't, but looked after the girl for a couple of days. They didn't tell her that they called the police, and eventually it discovered that her mother had ran off with some teenage boy she had fallen in love with.
No one knew what to do with her, but then on her thirteenth birthday Penelope's dad came to the rescue. She hadn't seen him for a few years, so just the actual contact of him there was great for her. Then when he informed her she would be going to live in England with him she was ecstatic. When she actually got to England though, her thoughts changed completely. The weather was dismal, the people were odd, and it seemed like there was nothing to do. She didn't voice any of her feelings though for fear of hurting her fathers feelings. Instead, Penelope put up with it until her nineteenth birthday when she told her dad she was moving back to her native country. Unknown to him she had been saving for a numbers of years to go home, and so she found a small house to rent and moved back home in the summer of 2007.
Likes - Tea Dresses. Vinyl. Guitars. 'Criminal Minds'. Cigarettes. Bright Colors. Partying. Being At The Beach. Coffee. Mixing Drinks. Dancing. Collecting Antique Toys. Singing Teddy Bears. Being Loved. Ironing.
Dislikes - Bad Manners. Heels That Snap Off. Holes In Socks. Smashed Glass. Matching Socks. Watching Something Die. Closed Spaces. Hospitals. Disney. Blown Fuses. Modern Writers. Gnomes. Balloons Squeaking. Staring Cats. Dried Out Pens.
Fears - The Dark. Breaking Bones. Skeletons. Losing Everything. Zombies.
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Celebrity used - Kate Nash
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