Post by maemoth on Aug 17, 2011 21:29:02 GMT -8
Name: Mae
Alias: Mae is just fine. Though the occasional pet name will do.
Age: It wasn't given specifically but she's rather young.
Is From: The Moth and the Flame. It's a Silly Symphony from 1938.
Species: Moth/Insect
Height: Around the size of a marshmallow.
Weight: Tiny and feather-like.
Gender: Female
Likes:
~Dancing
~Getting to know others
~Flirting
~Showing off
~Strawberries
~Moonlight
~Daydreaming
Dislikes:
~Being ignored
~Loneliness
~Rude people
~Unfriendliness
~Rain
~Getting dirty
~Heat
Normal Attire: She wears a little pink dress trimmed with white fluff.
Powers: None.
Strengths:
~Sincere
~Kind
~Helpful
~Sweet
~Friendly
~Loyal
~Caring
Weaknesses:
~Vain
~Attention starved
~Naive
~Uncertain
~Hypocritical
~Overly sensitive
~bubble-headed
Allied with: The rest of the moths.
Mortal Enemy: The flame. >.>
History: Not too much is known about Mae. I'll speculate she was born to an enormous family of moths and was very curious as a youngster. Early on, she was taught to behave like a dignified young lady and expect men to treat her that way in return. As she grew up, Mae began to appreciate the looks and charms that she had obtained with time and the teachings of her mother. She would flirt to her heart's content but never completely put out. She didn't mind being a coquette but she drew the line at anyone insinuating she was a hussy. After all, she still had/has a reputation to maintain.
Her dear mother always told her she could have any boy that came along but it would be most wise to wait for a gentleman. Mae usually imagined her beau to be a handsome and debonair sort, not unlike Clark Gable or Cary Grant in looks and mannerisms. She was and still very much a dreamer. It's not atypical to find her gazing into space and picturing herself in a different setting. Mae never seemed to shake off her short attention span, which often got her into trouble. Sometimes she can't help it. The world is immense and there are still so many places she has yet to explore.
Romance is what makes the world go round for her. She can't fathom the idea of a world without it. As it is something of custom for a flirt, she didn't turn out to be much of a conversationalist either. She preferred to use her expressions and--ahem--her body language. Time did not make her mute but she loved playful gestures and pantomime. She has always found it an enjoyable game. She's not certain if she wants to settle down with anybody just yet. She's young and she has the rest of her life ahead of her. Boyfriends are never unwelcome, though. She goes through them like a person goes through socks.
Alias: Mae is just fine. Though the occasional pet name will do.
Age: It wasn't given specifically but she's rather young.
Is From: The Moth and the Flame. It's a Silly Symphony from 1938.
Species: Moth/Insect
Height: Around the size of a marshmallow.
Weight: Tiny and feather-like.
Gender: Female
Likes:
~Dancing
~Getting to know others
~Flirting
~Showing off
~Strawberries
~Moonlight
~Daydreaming
Dislikes:
~Being ignored
~Loneliness
~Rude people
~Unfriendliness
~Rain
~Getting dirty
~Heat
Normal Attire: She wears a little pink dress trimmed with white fluff.
Powers: None.
Strengths:
~Sincere
~Kind
~Helpful
~Sweet
~Friendly
~Loyal
~Caring
Weaknesses:
~Vain
~Attention starved
~Naive
~Uncertain
~Hypocritical
~Overly sensitive
~bubble-headed
Allied with: The rest of the moths.
Mortal Enemy: The flame. >.>
History: Not too much is known about Mae. I'll speculate she was born to an enormous family of moths and was very curious as a youngster. Early on, she was taught to behave like a dignified young lady and expect men to treat her that way in return. As she grew up, Mae began to appreciate the looks and charms that she had obtained with time and the teachings of her mother. She would flirt to her heart's content but never completely put out. She didn't mind being a coquette but she drew the line at anyone insinuating she was a hussy. After all, she still had/has a reputation to maintain.
Her dear mother always told her she could have any boy that came along but it would be most wise to wait for a gentleman. Mae usually imagined her beau to be a handsome and debonair sort, not unlike Clark Gable or Cary Grant in looks and mannerisms. She was and still very much a dreamer. It's not atypical to find her gazing into space and picturing herself in a different setting. Mae never seemed to shake off her short attention span, which often got her into trouble. Sometimes she can't help it. The world is immense and there are still so many places she has yet to explore.
Romance is what makes the world go round for her. She can't fathom the idea of a world without it. As it is something of custom for a flirt, she didn't turn out to be much of a conversationalist either. She preferred to use her expressions and--ahem--her body language. Time did not make her mute but she loved playful gestures and pantomime. She has always found it an enjoyable game. She's not certain if she wants to settle down with anybody just yet. She's young and she has the rest of her life ahead of her. Boyfriends are never unwelcome, though. She goes through them like a person goes through socks.