I. The Basics
Your Name: Lindsi - though Lin works just fine. I also answer to ‘Idiot’ and ‘Hey, you!’
Your Age: 18
Website URL: N/A
AOL, Yahoo, MSN, AIM, Screen Names:
Yahoo: LinGalanodel
MSN: pinkvampire2000@hotmail.com
AIM: SyntheticXcasty (I’m not usually on AIM, but I can be x3;)
Gmail/Gchat: RingofThorns@gmail.com
Your E-Mail: RingofThorns@gmail.com
Your Forum Username: Honey and Lye
Rping Experience: I was a member of Les Destinees du Minuit, but it closed before very long. X3; Other than that, I’ve never really been part of a game - though I’ve poked around at creating characters for quite a few.


II. Just Your Everyday Girl…
Character Name: Elise Gratia Wiegand
Name Meaning:
Elise: Short for ‘Elizabeth’, which means “my God is an oath” or “my God is abundance”. There were two reasons behind picking Elise for a first name - the first being the popular Mozart piece “Fur Elise” and the second being that, according to Wikipedia, classical music traces its roots to church music.
Gratia: Latin (though the name usage itself is listed as German on Behindthename.com. Hmm…) for ‘Grace’ chosen due to the opinion that classical performances and their performers always have a certain amount of grace - be it while playing, or simply in appearance.
Wiegand: A German surname meaning “noble and worthy”. For a long time, and sometimes still today, classical music was billed as and given the stigmata of being something that only the higher classed or snobby listened to. Nobles being the snobbiest group of all, and with the added bonus of ‘worthy’ being tacked on, this seemed the best choice for a surname.
Unfortunately, this doesn’t string together into anything awesomesaucesupreme or full of deep meaning. Darn.
Character Position: Sailor Classical of the Soprano Senshi (Also; resident rich piano major)
Birth Date: August 30
Astrological Sign: Virgo
Age: 20
Blood Type: A-
Birth Place: Berlin, Germany.
Nationality: German.
Occupation: Elise works at a bird-specific pet store called ‘Feathered Friends‘ as cashier and clean-up girl as well as occasionally acting as a concert pianist and always being a full-time student. Meaning she can often be found doing her homework at the register during slow hours. She’s generally well-known at the store for being very good with the animals, as well as knowledgeable and ready to help customers.
School: University of Nevada
Academic Level: Sophomore
Major/Minor: Music/Dance
GPA: 4.0
School Involvements: Unless there happens to be a concert or dance recital, Elise is probably too busy with outside involvements or maintaining her grades to really be considered ‘involved’.


III. The Nitty-Gritty Character Information
Likes: Period fashion, corsetry, lace, dance of all types, ‘classical’ art, tradition, sewing, 50’s radio programs, ballet productions, most musical instruments, birds of all shapes and sizes, classic cartoons, trashy romance novels, contortionists, circus performances, cleanliness, soap operas.
Dislikes: Messes of any sort, silence, alcohol, fried foods, those who make a point to place themselves out side of the norm for attention, action/horror/any movies with too much blood shed, fish of all sorts, tastelessly loud patterns, solitude.
Hobbies: Reading, shopping, practicing (be it dance or music), performing, studying, playing with the birds at work and at home, cleaning, baking, listening to the radio, walking, constructing small needlepoint crafts, watching the television (Boomerang and whatever she can find relating to theatrical performances or circuses and, secretly, the home shopping networks), experimenting with cooking, card games, modeling her clothing finds to herself in the mirror, chasing the stray cats from the fire escape, critiquing art and people.
Favorite Food: Most types of bread. Most of the loaves she stocks are uncut, fresh-from-the-bakery things that she stood outside at the crack of dawn to retrieve. Her refrigerator is constantly overflowing with jams and preserves used as toppings.
Hated Food: Tuna. The smell, the taste, the texture all make her want to vomit - namely the first, as she’s only gotten around to experiencing the taste and texture a couple times. Sometimes, the mere mention of the fish makes her shudder visibly and excuse herself from conversation.
Favorite Animal: Budgies. Elise owns three - all male, one white, Seraph, a green, Anders, and the last a pale blue, Skye.
Favorite Color: Pale gold.
Aspirations: Publicly, to become a world-renowned musician, play all of the major venues and retire to teach the next generation. Privately, to teach the next generation without becoming famous and open a small bird rescue operation out of her home.
Flaws: Overconfident, perfectionist, distant when not genuinely interested, overly sensitive, over reactive to failure, used to getting her way, single minded.


Physical Appearance
Hair color and style: Elise’s hair takes on the rare, nearly white hues of platinum blond that is often associated with a certain writing legend’s long-earred forest folk. The strands themselves are full of natural curl - and she would sport a full head of dastardly obvious and identifying Shirly Temple curls if not for a determined morning ritual of straightening and fighting with the mess to tame it into some semblance of order. In the end, it’s usually a waist-long curtain, the ends still prone to curl, that she pushes back over her shoulders or, in instances where it would get in the way even as thus, sweeps it up and pins it into place. The bulk of her bangs are kept short - at their longest and straightest, they just touch her eyes. Framing either side of her face is a collar-bone length strand of hair. These two pieces are usually the ones prone to the most curling.
Eye color, shape etc: Almond-shaped, with long lashes and irises of a nearly pure, bright blue, Elise’s eyes are often what she considers her best feature. They’re also the most emotive part of her body - showing the quick darts and flashes of anger, hurt, or glee that her carefully trained posture often doesn’t. She takes careful time to decorate them - her makeup collection composed of 90% eyeshadows and liners of colors carefully selected to bring and focus attention on her eyes. The brows above are carefully kept to help this - the pale things kept at a perfect, if narrow, arch that is more often than not covered by her bangs despite her efforts.
Facial Features: Elise’s face itself is thin and high-boned, with defined cheek bones and a long, thin nose that borders just on the side of unattractive next to the rest of her carefully maintained appearance. Her lips are delicate, pouting things - the bottom lip heavier and fuller than the top, though only by a bit. As far as makeup goes, Elise usually only covers her bare basics - foundation and a bit of blush covering her cheeks and shimmery, nearly clear gloss adorning her lips.
Body Type/Build/Skin Color & Height & Weight: At 5’8”, Elise makes an almost fragile appearance - her body comprised of slender, delicate shoulders and hips, with almost no curvature and a nearly worryingly slender waist. The majority of her height comes from long, slender and shapely legs, which don’t betray it but hold enough muscle from years of training to hold the entirety of her weight, en pointe, for nearly four hours straight. Her arms are slender, with tiny, delicate wrists that lead into slender hands - the fingers long and almost spidery. Her skin is a pale cream color - hinting that perhaps she doesn’t get as much sun as she should - and incredibly soft to the touch, a combination of having never done a proper day’s work and a near fanatical skin care regime. She weighs in at maybe 130 lbs total.
Walking Style/’Carriage’: Elise carries herself with poise and grace - head held high and hands moving serenely with her step. Her face is usually set in a stoic look, as if to suggest wherever she’s heading has no interest to her. Generally, it looks as if she’s actually walking slower than she really is - she just seems to give off an aura that the world will wait for her wherever she’s going, so she has no need to rush to and fro in a mad dash to catch up with it.
Clothing Style: Whether attending classes or walking to the Laundromat, Elise always seems to be ready to head to either court or an upper-crust event. Her dress style is simplistic, if not exceedingly professional - often consisting of dark jackets and matching skirts or pants and a paler button-up blouse beneath. In the rare occasion she is dressing for herself or costuming, she tends to lean towards the heavy, hoop-skirted fashions of the 17- and 1800’s - though she’d die before allowing her family or classmates see her as such without a justifiable excuse.
Distinguishing Marks: Elise has no marks on her body - no tattoos or piercings, other than the standard ones in either earlobe. She finds the majority of them to look trashy and would rather not put herself through the pain of having more needles pierce her flesh than needed.
Voice: Surprisingly deep in pitch, Elise’s voice, like her posture, is one to suggest boredom with everything around her. Despite this, it flows well - making even the reading of the phone book something worth listening to, between the soothing alto tones and the faint accent that lurks beneath her bland, region-less English.

Personality:
The Only Princess: As an only child, Elise has been the apple of her parent’s eye since before she was born. As such, she has the attitude of a royal princess that has been dropped very suddenly on her own in the world, away from her golden palace. She still carries the belief that she is better than 99.9% of those around her, and will not have you saying otherwise unless you’ve gotten the grades or the pedigree to back it up. As such, she’s extremely prideful and overconfident in her own abilities - often times pushing herself to the very limits in order prove that she is capable of something, and sinking into miserable depressions when she doesn’t reach close enough to her own expectations. As such, she’s terribly difficult to befriend - something she herself doesn’t seem terribly aware of, often times leaving her confused as to why her only close associates are her birds.

Perfectionism, Pessimism: Lending to the above statement about her expectations, Elise is a notorious for her unrealistic goals and expectations of herself and those around her. Many claim this to be a direct consequence of the pressure to succeed spawning from her being the only child of two successful parents, though her classmates tend to think its just Elise herself at fault for holding herself so high above others. Whichever it is, it reigns havoc over her - often times dropping her into the hospital from overworking herself or into the above deep blue funks - where she does little other than study and mechanically do her homework.

Genuine: Despite or perhaps because of her faults, Elise is one of those people who just cannot help but be honest about everything. It’s a type of wide-eyed innocence people often associate with children, just placed onto the face of someone much older. It’s a very bad idea to include her in one of your lies, for she will just sit there like a dumbfounded lump and confusedly spout that she has no idea what you’re talking about, and that she’d kindly like you to explain. Right now, please.

Steadfast: Elise is a committed young woman - once she sets her sights on something, she will keep at it until she’s obtained it and nothing anyone does, says, or threatens will stop her from doing so. She often is brunt of jokes that, if she were to die while trying to obtain something, she would just as easily become a ghost and continue to chase after it. Unfortunately, these jokes have done nothing but proven true - between injuries for athletic-based desires and nearly days on end of studying for academic, her life is little more than a quiet wait for the next accident.

The Poise of a Lady: Despite the roughs of her personality, and the ferocity of her attention span, Elise conducts herself with a seemingly limitless amount of elegance. Her words are always polite, her language never vulgar or too terribly rude, her posture always perfect and her smiles courteous if not warm. She’s often willing to offer a hand to the ‘lesser’, be it of assistance or simply of good sportsmanship. If anything good about her, its that she holds no grudges nor does she seem to mind losing if its to a genuinely better competitor. After all, they’ve just given her another goal to work her way towards.

Intelligent: In both the books and to a degree with common sense, Elise is usually billed as being in the top percentile. Her words and actions usually mirror this in the public eye, where she makes sure to do little other than smile and nod if a subject she’s uncertain about slithers into the line of questioning. She’s very careful not to let foolish emotions seep into her body language or her expression, though even she isn’t aware of the quick things that slip into her eyes.

Sensitivity: Despite her constant distance from the world, Elise still depends on it almost as a reluctant crutch. Her emotions, though buried under layers of carefully constructed manners, are still very soft, human things that are perhaps even more vulnerable due to her attempts to sweep them beneath the carpet. Usually, this side of her is something that only comes into play when animals are involved, as her initial appearance prompts a fair amount of distrust in most people that she tends to want to avoid.

Earth to Elise: For all of her attempts, Elise cannot act - she cannot grit her teeth and look truly interested and happy to be somewhere doesn’t want to, or even manage a proper conversational tone with someone whose completely lost her interest. As such, she often comes off distant or even flaky - prone to being there one moment and spacing off, mumbling under her breath about something totally unrelated the next once she’s turned from you. As always, her eyes give her away before her body language - though she is, admittedly, prone to slumping slightly through the shoulders after a long while of attempting to follow the words of someone who she’s found to bore her.

Focus: Elise has a one-track mind to an almost scorching, sickening degree. She’s impossible to distract, and tends to be this way with the worst things - a person’s flaws, something she finds unseemly or out of place, irritation with something. Somehow, she will work it back into conversation - or ignore all attempts to change conversation - when the detail in question has landed her attention. In a way, it’s just her being hyper critical to an extreme end, but it often gives her an air of being rude, or focusing on only the negative aspects of something.

History:
Once, there was a young man by the name of Wolfgang Wiegand, freshly married to his beautiful wife, Brigette, and set on becoming a man befitting her. He joined a large company that had come from America and settled itself in his home city, and worked very hard to climb its ranks and cushion his small family with plenty of money. Five years and nine months later, he was blessed with two things - the first being a baby girl and the second a promotion.
The promotion sent him overseas to New York, and for the first two years of his daughter’s life he saw her perhaps twice. Elise Wiegand grew up in Berlin with her father being a faceless benefactor and her mother posing a teary window decoration in the background as her nanny took care of her. Until the age of five, the world was a place of loveless ruffles and tense smiles from both Nanny and her mother - until the latter decided it was time to reunite the family in America.
New York, however, was not the place to raise his family, Wolfgang sternly told his wife - and shipped them very firmly to a small town in Nevada that he frequently did business near, where he kept them comfortable and distant as always. Elise settled into the new place, growing used to the old routine once more - now with the added bonus of going to preschool with children that spoke another language. She learned quickly, however, and soon moved on with her life as her school years progressed.
When she was ready for kindergarten, her father expressed his desire for her to begin taking lessons in piano, violin, and dance. Initially, she was horrible at all of them - her timing was terrible for piano, her hands too clumsy for the violin, and her balance horrendous. Her father scowled and stormed away grumbling when he found her recitals all cancelled due to her inability, raving to himself in German that the girl had never learned. Elise steeled herself, and tried harder.
It was a tiresome road, but eventually she became acceptable by her father’s standards, and adept at balancing her activities with the increasing expectations at school. Her schedule was nearly as full as her father’s as she emerged into high school, between dance, piano and the instruments she learned in between. At the start of her Sophomore year, her mother announced her intentions to get a job, since both her husband and her daughter were too busy to make their house seem homey enough for her to stay within. So she began to work as a receptionist at a near by motel, emptying their house of all but the occasional cleaning staff.
Her year off of school after graduation was initially scoffed at, though neither parent could do much to stop the girl as she poured herself into her dance and piano classes instead of applying for colleges. Finally, however, she did so - though her choice was much closer to ‘home’ than either of them would have guessed.
The University of Nevada, Las Vegas, didn’t have much in the way of a problem accepting the dedicated girl, and she didn’t have much of a problem in the way of tuition or living costs - she simply packed her bags and went, not glancing back as she settled into an apartment with a girl that had posted an ad for a roommate. She was Lindsy Anderson, a psychology major who was a year ahead of Elise, who had moved out of the dorms after a year of putting up with the other girls - “shrieking harpies”, as she called them.
The first year of college was tense, at best, with the girls quietly avoiding each other until about halfway through the second semester - when Lyndsy came back with a small, wounded bird in her hands. The bird was the blue budgie that became known as Skye, and together they carefully nursed her back to health. A long veterinary bill and several ‘mummy and daddy’ jokes later, some part of the barrier between them had fallen, and an uneasy friendship began.
Since then, the two have started down the awkward path of friends - sharing cookie dough between the occasional girlish spats, one-sided whining about homework and work itself, and midnight experiments with cooking when all that’s in the fridge is milk, butter, carrots and chocolate syrup.

IV. Relations & Miscellaneous
NPCs:
Wolfgang Wiegand - 64; Father - Tight-lipped, traditional and aloof, Wolfgang spends most of his time thousands of miles away, in a tiny little office listening to people complain to him about things. He was a tall man, though he’s now stooped a bit with age - reaching at best 5’11”, with neatly cropped and well cared for white hair, and sharp blue eyes. His skin is ruddy, and he sports the build of a once handsome man gone soft - with a flabby middle and face, large, beefy hands and a distinct waddle to the way he walks. He still speaks with a heavy accent to his words, though it’s understandable until he’s angry.
Brigette Wiegand - 58; Mother - Quiet, polite and fragile, Brigette is a needy woman with all of her small family out of touch. Despite this, she remains friendly and smiling to the customers of the small hotel she works at, and even cheerful during her calls to both daughter and husband. As far as appearance goes, Brigette is small - 5’3”, with a bony figure and tiny hands and feet. Her hair is still pale blond, though cut short to her shoulders and kept up and away from her face - usually clipped back or tied into a small, tight bun. Her face is high-boned and delicate, with soft, full lips and wide-set green-tinged eyes. She speaks with her heavy accent at all times, and slips into German when flustered.
Lyndsy Anderson - 20; Roommate - At 5’4”, 115 pounds, the redheaded southern girl doesn’t come off as much as a threat to anyone. She’s skinny and pouty - her bottom lip thicker than her top by far, brown eyes in a state of permanent puppy stare beneath her lashes, and gangly limbs too slender and under muscled to present much threat. Despite this, or more likely because of it, she’s got enough attitude to fuel three other people - loud and bossy when in group settings, loud, lewd and giggly when in smaller ones. She’s currently in her Junior year, majoring in Psychology and minoring in Women’s Studies.
Seraph, Anders and Skye - 1, 2 and 3 respectively; Pet Budgies - Seraph, Anders and Skye are Elise’s birds purely for the fact she spends more time taking care of them. Each one of them was brought home, and subsequently named by, Lyndsy, though she spends little time feeding and cleaning them. Elise, however, doesn’t mind terribly much, as it gives her something to do. Skye, blue and the oldest, was the first they got, and was brought wounded after a previous owner abandoned him in his cage. As such, he tends to be untrusting of people, and the most prone to bite. Anders and Sky came together from the same home, one of Lyndsy’s classmates having been given them and not wanting them anymore. Anders, green, is friendly towards stranger and enjoys perching on shoulders and hands while Seraph, white, is the most shy and would rather stay in his cage.
Character Relations: While not ‘friends’ per say with any of the characters, it may be likely that either she or Lyndsy is in classes with one of the college-going senshi. Elise doesn’t take much notice of her fellow school mates unless they’re actively having trouble or they approach her, so it’s fully possible she’s just not noticed them the entire time.
Love Life: Elise does not, and has not ever, found time in her life to entertain a boyfriend, and doesn’t seem to want to until she’s found a steady job and has enough time to actually do something with him.
Character Theme Song: “Fur Elise” - Ludwig von Beethoven.
Secret(s): In order from the least important to the most - Elise still sleeps with a floppy old rag doll, Anna, nightly; she’s never quite told anyone that she’s 20 years old and has never had a first kiss none-the-less and first date; Elise is quite aware that she really has no social contact outside of Lyndsy, and the thought of it makes her a bit uneasy if not a bit sad.


V. Proelium Soldier
Senshi Name: Sailor Classical
Symbol: The symbol stands for a lyre - an Ancient Greek instrument. I chose this because, once again according to the all knowing Wikipedia, along with early Christian music, Classical music can also be associated with the Ancient Greeks themselves. Guiltily, I also chose it because it’s a pretty pair of spirals, and I envision a lot of pretty spiral shapes when I personally listen to classical music. Oops.
Henshin Item: A big, spi- …Oh, wait, sorry. Classical’s henshin item is a slender golden conducting baton, inlaid with delicate, swirling designs of pearl and resting in a mahogany base. The entire thing seems old and worn - the gold slightly discolored and the handle and pearl detailing cracked and even chipped in places. The base of the handle is flat, and the baton would be capable of standing were it not for Classical’s symbol sticking from it, no more than a few millimeters in height. The baton as a whole is rather long - nearly the entire length of Elise’s arm from fingertips to elbow.
Henshin Phrase & Description: “Classical Soprano Power! Make-up!!”
As she announces her henshin phrase, Elise lifts her arm into the air, clutching the baton in her left hand so that the base is nearly obscured. Once she reaches the last bit, she jerks her arm down and to the side, the slender instrument pulsing a soft gold. Elise lifts both of her hands above her head once more, a pale golden light engulfing her clothing and her eyes falling to a close as the light focuses onto the baton for a moment and it regains what must have been its former splendor - the entire golden shaft glowing, the pearl designs pulsing faintly. In the background, what sounds like Gustav Holst’s Saturn strikes up - bright colors flashing in the otherwise blackness, illuminating the faceless musicians in streaks of red, green and blue. Slowly, the transforming Elise ‘conducts‘ the music, swishing her hands and spinning slowly to face each section. As she does this, the bulk of the golden light flakes away, lifting into the air as musical notes to reveal the dress, sleeves and bracelets of her fuku. Her feet still, the light flaking away to reveal her shoes, as her head tilts back and her hands violently pull downwards. For a moment, her symbol glows on her head as the music crescendos before it spreads out and fades into her tiara. Her head lifts, and she turns slightly to the side to regard her opponents - because of course, everyone is on one side of her by Sailor Moon rules - arms folding across her chest, the fingers of one hand supporting her chin almost thoughtfully.
[For those who want the music clip to go with this, is Holst’s Saturn from about 2:30 to 3:04.]
Catch/Introduction/Challenge Phrase: “Senshi of the timeless melody - I, Sailor Classical, arrive to conduct your final symphony.”



Fuku

Soprano Fuku #1
PRIMARY COLOR: #DAA520 Goldenrod
SECONDARY COLOR: #FBFCE8 Antique
TERTIARY COLOR: #EE9086 Roseleaf
NECKLACE: A thin golden chain with a small locket, set with a small pearl version of her symbol, ringed by curled, ornate treble clefs.
EARRINGS: Small, slender pearl strings - three pearls per post, separated by a thin piece of gold, each a tad larger than the one before it. The final pearl is in the shape of a tear drop, and shimmers pale pink when the light strikes it at certain angles.
SAILOR FLAP/COLLAR: Goldenrod, with two thin white lines and a gentle, wide scallop pattern to the edges.
GLOVES: Classical’s bracelets are thick bangles, stacked two per wrist, of gold that are studded with pearls carved into delicate musical notes. If you were to lay them out, they would read, from left top to right bottom, as the first line of Beethoven’s Sonata No. 14 (“Moonlight Sonata”). Beneath these, a pair of white lace gloves cover her arms from fingertips to just below her elbows, the floral patterns matching that of her stockings.
SLEEVES: Roseleaf and nearly gossamer in how thin they are, Classical’s sleeves are pretty standard in their design, despite the continuation of the delicate scalloped pattern.
CENTER BOW: It’s a fluffy, goldenrod bow. Nothing special here.
DRESS: At knee length, Classical’s dress is bit longer than the standard, with an antique primary layer made of smooth, shiny satin. The layer of fabric over it is roseleaf, as is the faux-busk. A ribbon of goldenrod outlines the busk, the two tiny bows made of the ribbon are fluffy, with short dangling legs. The center of those bows is home to a small cluster of pearls, as if the ribbons are flowers. The ribbon thickens and grows almost sheer as it meets the pink fabric covering the dress to be swept back into the back bow. The edging of the skirt is rounded in the place of pointed, and a delicate, if aged-looking lace, a tiny tear droped shaped pearl decoration hanging from each gentle curve. The skirt itself is flared out by the means of a petticoat beneath, the fluffy tulle the pale pink of her tertiary color. The flare begins at her waist, shortening the length of the sheer pink-and-gold covering so that it forms something akin to a bustle over the skirt.
BACK BOW: An ankle-length ribbon of goldenrod. Once again, pretty standard except for the scalloped edges.
SHOES: Soft pink leather, 2” heeled mary jane styled shoes, the strap composed of a ribbon of similar color and tied into another fluffy bow, a small pearl icon of her symbol decorating the center of each. White lace stockings cling to her legs, offering peeks of flesh through the floral designs before vanishing beneath her petticoat.
TIARA: The standard series of pearls connected by a thin piece of roseleaf pink silk.
Additional Notes/Changes: Makeup is simple, and pretty much standard Elise - pale eye shadow painted with a lean towards moderation, with a faint blush across her cheeks and a shiny gloss across her lips. Her hair is pulled up into a tight bun at the top of her head, her bangs left loose, and tied with a small golden comb, decorated with pearl musical notes. Her nails are long - nearly a full inch and a half - and manicured, painted white and tipped with glistening gold.

Attacks
Attack Name: Motion; Violin Allegretto No. 61 (drawn from Ludwig von Beethoven’s Violin concerto in D major Op. 61)
Attack Description: Classical ceases movement for a second, closing her eyes and lifting her hands as if holding a violin, her face tilted to hold it in place. Her fingertips glow, and a set of glistening golden strings materialize - four stretched towards her cheek and a fifth, thicker, in her left hand as if acting as the bow, followed by the translucent, almost immaterial violin itself. Setting the bow to the strings, she begins to play a fast paced tune, the echo of others playing in the background lifting softly around her. The golden light of her strings spreads through her, lighting her for a moment before spreading out to touch any near by teammates and spread through them as well.
Attack Effects: Allegretto has the basic effect of casting haste on the Soprano senshi in immediate hearing range. For those unfamiliar with the term, haste quickens both physical speed and ‘casting’ time - though it would also shorten the duration of another attack, and would do nothing for the amount of energy it takes away. In short, if, say, Acid Jazz had an awesome move that took awhile to charge they complete it in half the time it would normally take while in the range of Classical’s playing, but it would still cost them as much as it would for the full blown attack. In addition, the effect only lasts as long as she keeps playing and the allegretto in question is just over three minutes. This also means that the effect can be ended if an enemy - or even one of her own team mates - were to interfere with her ability to play, the effect would fade. Classical herself also doesn’t get the added bonus of haste. This song can be performed up to four times in battle if she hasn’t done much else in the way of fighting.

Attack Name: The Devil’s Trill (drawn from Tartini’s Violin Sonata in G minor, or the Devil’s Trill Sonata)
Attack Description: Assuming the stance of a violinist once more, Classical pauses, raking her nails through the air to form the violin strings - though this time they are jagged and almost fraying. Her free hand taps impatiently at her side, a sharp, physical bow forming in her hand - carefully carved of what seems to be bone and thick, red strings. The bow is pointed at her intended target before being placed to the invisible violin and her playing begins, the red of the bow strings slowly polluting the golden strings of light, the outline of the instrument darkening before hardening into a near pure black. The red energy washes through her, lighting her from beneath like a macabre spotlight before branching out along the ground in cracks to form around - or in some cases, follow - the target, giving the illusion of the ground around them shattering and falling away into the traditional fire and brimstone below and small, bat winged creatures fluttering around and tearing at the target.
Attack Effects: Beyond conducting a disorientating illusion, this attack deals minor lacerations to the clothing and skin. As this is a one-on-one assault, to the outside observer, it seems as if nothing is happening - Classical plays and the target generally acts like a lunatic. Once again, the entirety of the attack is hinged on her ability to keep playing through the song. This song is notably longer - nearing a total of fifteen minutes, but also requires much more energy and attention to pull off correctly. At best, this attack could be performed once per battle, if Classical was fresh as a daisy or had a very strong defense to keep her from being interrupted. Once interrupted, The Devil’s Trill cannot be activated until the next battle.

Weapon: Sailor Classical [strike]does not need your silly weaponry[/strike] is without a weapon.


VI: Guardians
{There’s nothing here. D: We better move on to something that’s filled out.}


VII: Writing Sample

The ringing of the phone met emptiness, echoing off of crystal vases filled with flowers and gilded frames, peeking around corners in search of ears that weren’t there to hear it. It sounded small and insignificant in the great, oppressive silence - eventually defeated by the sheer fact that no one cared enough to come and comfort the cries of the telephone. On the other end, the milky hand holding the receiver loosened and dropped the chipped plastic into its cradle, the satisfying jingle of metal and plastic bringing naught but a small frown to the girl’s lips.
Though, in all honesty, Elise hadn’t expected an answer. The blonde sighed, pushing her still-damp hair over her shoulders and allowing the now-murky blue of her eyes to slide to a close. One of the budgies peeped in the background, and the cage rattled as they fluttered and jumped around, jockeying for more comfortable positions in the roomy trap. Pounding feet slapped against the linoleum of the kitchen, and the fridge door was jerked open.
“’ey, ‘Wiesie,” the short, carrot-topped girl greeted around a mouthful of her toothbrush, pausing to shift it around before taking it out, brown gaze lifting to meet the taller girl’s stoic stare before darting away to examine the contents of their fridge. “Did’ya get ahold of yer ‘rents?” She questioned, pulling a container of milk from the back and bumping the door closed as she set it on the counter. “I’m sure they must be excited, with you bein’ the leading performance an’ all. Almost makes me wish I’d kept with those damn violin lessons ma wanted me to take, all the attention yer ge-”
“They did not answer,” the blonde replied, voice soft and utterly bland next to her roommate’s spunky near southern drawl. A bit of milk splashed onto the counter, and both girls stared at it for a moment before Lindsy rushed to grab a paper towel and wipe it away, head bowed and thick bottom lip pulled between her teeth.
“Ah… Sorry ‘bout that, then, sugar. M-maybe they’re both terribly busy, ya know? And yer dad lives in New York, right? Maybe news came to late, and he’s really wantin’ to come down here, but he can’t ‘cause he’s got some hoity-toity meeting and-”
“Lindsy.” The word was a faint, but sharp, command, the pianist rubbing her temples as she rubbed her hair dry and turned to walk away. “It is not a problem. Of course they are both busy - it is no surprise I cannot reach them, since I waited until the last minute to try.”
It was a lie - Elise had been trying to contact her parents for nearly three weeks with the news of the concert. Both girls let it hang there, though, an impenetrable fog wrapped around both of their throats.
“..Y-yeah.. I-I guess so, iff’n you.. You put it that way.” A soft sigh slid through the shorter girl’s lips, and she looked away before turning back, watching Elise move into the bathroom. The girl stopped, poised carefully in the doorway - her lips stretched into a friendly, happy smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Everything is just perfect. After all, I have gotten to perform several solo pieces, have I not?” The smile stretched, growing more and more plastic by the second. To spare them both of seeing the pain of it breaking, Lindsy nodded and offered her own quick smile, trying to ignore the impulse to open the door once more as the thick wooden barrier closed her out once again.

VIII: Other Shtuff
Potential plans: As a person, I would like to see Elise be pried open and made to be awkwardly humble and friendly around people. It would make her happy, despite herself. Also, because I am a sappy romantic, I would like her to develop a romantic relationship somewhere along the line. Eventually.
As a senshi, I would like to expand her attacks to include all instrumental elements of classical music, with a larger final attack with an entire orchestra. Which is why I chose violin-based songs for her first two attacks. ^^;
Miscellaneous: Don’t have much intention to hide things… ah… Hm, is it alright if I use this section to babble a little? (Disregard the below if you wish, a lot of it is just explaining where ideas came from.)
I had a really difficult time actually wrapping myself around Classical’s senshi concept, so I hope it came out alright. For the longest time, I kept forgetting she was ‘classical’ and not ‘ballet’! xD Also, I chose the effects of her attacks based off of the songs themselves - an allegretto, for example, is piece with fast tempo, where as the Devil’s Trill Sonata is an extremely difficult piece that requires great technical skill. The composer, Tartini, wrote it after having a dream that the Devil himself played for him - “a piece so beautiful and full of life it took my breath away; what I have created is such a poor mirror it is almost enough to make me break my violin and give up music forever.” The idea was so deep to me that I had to include it. X3; If I get accepted, I plan to include an attack based off of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, and more of Gustave Holst’s ‘The Planet’ suites - which were the first pieces of real classical music I ever listened to. Her theme song, though it seems a cheesy cop out, was actually the inspiration behind her entire character and one of my favorite classical pieces.

Application Review

Color Key
Sienna » Bee
Violet » Bry

I. The Basics
Your Name: Lindsi - though Lin works just fine. I also answer to ‘Idiot’ and ‘Hey, you!’
Your Age: 18
Website URL: N/A
AOL, Yahoo, MSN, AIM, Screen Names:
Yahoo: LinGalanodel
MSN: pinkvampire2000@hotmail.com
AIM: SyntheticXcasty (I’m not usually on AIM, but I can be x3;)
Gmail/Gchat: RingofThorns@gmail.com
Your E-Mail: RingofThorns@gmail.com
Your Forum Username: Honey and Lye
Rping Experience: I was a member of Les Destinees du Minuit, but it closed before very long. X3; Other than that, I’ve never really been part of a game - though I’ve poked around at creating characters for quite a few.


II. Just Your Everyday Girl…
Character Name: Elise Gratia Wiegand
Name Meaning:
Elise: Short for ‘Elizabeth’, which means “my God is an oath” or “my God is abundance”. There were two reasons behind picking Elise for a first name - the first being the popular Mozart piece “Fur Elise” and the second being that, according to Wikipedia, classical music traces its roots to church music.
Gratia: Latin (though the name usage itself is listed as German on Behindthename.com. Hmm…) for ‘Grace’ chosen due to the opinion that classical performances and their performers always have a certain amount of grace - be it while playing, or simply in appearance.
Wiegand: A German surname meaning “noble and worthy”. For a long time, and sometimes still today, classical music was billed as and given the stigmata of being something that only the higher classed or snobby listened to. Nobles being the snobbiest group of all, and with the added bonus of ‘worthy’ being tacked on, this seemed the best choice for a surname.
Unfortunately, this doesn’t string together into anything awesomesaucesupreme or full of deep meaning. Darn.
Character Position: Sailor Classical of the Soprano Senshi (Also; resident rich piano major)
Birth Date: August 30
Astrological Sign: Virgo
Age: 20
Blood Type: A-
Birth Place: Berlin, Germany.
Nationality: German.
Occupation: Elise works at a bird-specific pet store called ‘Feathered Friends‘ as cashier and clean-up girl as well as occasionally acting as a concert pianist and always being a full-time student. Meaning she can often be found doing her homework at the register during slow hours. She’s generally well-known at the store for being very good with the animals, as well as knowledgeable and ready to help customers.
School: University of Nevada
Academic Level: Sophomore
Major/Minor: Music/Dance
GPA: 4.0
School Involvements: Unless there happens to be a concert or dance recital, Elise is probably too busy with outside involvements or maintaining her grades to really be considered ‘involved’.

So far a great start – I really enjoy the name of your character and then the meanings behind Elise’s first, middle, and surnames. I think the blood type and astrological sign are amazing choices for classical. It seems like you really did your homework.

Gorgeous and suiting name. :] Virgo also seems so perfect for this genre as well. Out of curiosity, what made you decide on giving her a love for birds? It too seems suiting for classical as birds are gentle and delicate creatures.



III. The Nitty-Gritty Character Information
Likes: Period fashion, corsetry, lace, dance of all types, ‘classical’ art, tradition, sewing, 50’s radio programs, ballet productions, most musical instruments, birds of all shapes and sizes, classic cartoons, trashy romance novels, contortionists, circus performances, cleanliness, soap operas.
Dislikes: Messes of any sort, silence, alcohol, fried foods, those who make a point to place themselves out side of the norm for attention, action/horror/any movies with too much blood shed, fish of all sorts, tastelessly loud patterns, solitude.
Hobbies: Reading, shopping, practicing (be it dance or music), performing, studying, playing with the birds at work, playing with her birds at home.
Favorite Food: Most types of bread. Most of the loaves she stocks are uncut, fresh-from-the-bakery things that she stood outside at the crack of dawn to retrieve. Her refrigerator is constantly overflowing with jams and preserves used as toppings.
Hated Food: Tuna. The smell, the taste, the texture all make her want to vomit - namely the first, as she’s only gotten around to experiencing the taste and texture a couple times. Sometimes, the mere mention of the fish makes her shudder visibly and excuse herself from conversation.
Favorite Animal: Budgies. Elise owns three - all male, one white, Seraph, a green, Anders, and the last a pale blue, Skye.
Favorite Color: Pale gold.
Aspirations: Publicly, to become a world-renowned musician, play all of the major venues and retire to teach the next generation. Privately, to teach the next generation without becoming famous and open a small bird rescue operation out of her home.
Flaws: Overconfident, perfectionist, distant when not genuinely interested, overly sensitive, over reactive to failure, used to getting her way, single minded.

I would definitely suggest adding more hobbies, check out the character sheets for Jungle, Scene, or Disco if you need help with this, I highly recommend you submitting more to her hobbies section. And ooh, I like her flaws already! Such a Virgo. :wink:


Physical Appearance
Hair color and style: Elise’s hair takes on the rare, nearly white hues of platinum blond that is often associated with a certain writing legend’s long-earred forest folk. The strands themselves are full of natural curl - and she would sport a full head of dastardly obvious and identifying Shirly Temple curls if not for a determined morning ritual of straightening and fighting with the mess to tame it into some semblance of order. In the end, it’s usually a waist-long curtain, the ends still prone to curl, that she pushes back over her shoulders or, in instances where it would get in the way even as thus, sweeps it up and pins it into place. The bulk of her bangs are kept short - at their longest and straightest, they just touch her eyes. Framing either side of her face is a collar-bone length strand of hair. These two pieces are usually the ones prone to the most curling.
Eye color, shape etc: Almond-shaped, with long lashes and irises of a nearly pure, bright blue, Elise’s eyes are often what she considers her best feature. They’re also the most emotive part of her body - showing the quick darts and flashes of anger, hurt, or glee that her carefully trained posture often doesn’t. She takes careful time to decorate them - her makeup collection composed of 90% eyeshadows and liners of colors carefully selected to bring and focus attention on her eyes. The brows above are carefully kept to help this - the pale things kept at a perfect, if narrow, arch that is more often than not covered by her bangs despite her efforts.
Facial Features: Elise’s face itself is thin and high-boned, with defined cheek bones and a long, thin nose that borders just on the side of unattractive next to the rest of her carefully maintained appearance. Her lips are delicate, pouting things - the bottom lip heavier and fuller than the top, though only by a bit. As far as makeup goes, Elise usually only covers her bare basics - foundation and a bit of blush covering her cheeks and shimmery, nearly clear gloss adorning her lips.
Body Type/Build/Skin Color & Height & Weight: At 5’8”, Elise makes an almost fragile appearance - her body comprised of slender, delicate shoulders and hips, with almost no curvature and a nearly worryingly slender waist. The majority of her height comes from long, slender and shapely legs, which don’t betray it but hold enough muscle from years of training to hold the entirety of her weight, en pointe, for nearly four hours straight. Her arms are slender, with tiny, delicate wrists that lead into slender hands - the fingers long and almost spidery. Her skin is a pale cream color - hinting that perhaps she doesn’t get as much sun as she should - and incredibly soft to the touch, a combination of having never done a proper day’s work and a near fanatical skin care regime. She weighs in at maybe 130 lbs total.
Walking Style/’Carriage’: Elise carries herself with poise and grace - head held high and hands moving serenely with her step. Her face is usually set in a stoic look of disinterest, as if to suggest wherever she’s heading has no interest to her. Generally, it looks as if she’s actually walking slower than she really is - she just seems to give off an aura that the world will wait for her wherever she’s going, so she has no need to rush to and fro in a mad dash to catch up with it.
Clothing Style: Whether attending classes or walking to the Laundromat, Elise always seems to be ready to head to either court or an upper-crust event. Her dress style is simplistic, if not exceedingly professional - often consisting of dark jackets and matching skirts or pants and a paler button-up blouse beneath. In the rare occasion she is dressing for herself or costuming, she tends to lean towards the heavy, hoop-skirted fashions of the 17- and 1800’s - though she’d die before allowing her family or classmates see her as such without a justifiable excuse.
Distinguishing Marks: Elise has no marks on her body - no tattoos or piercings, other than the standard ones in either earlobe. She finds the majority of them to look trashy and would rather not put herself through the pain of having more needles pierce her flesh than needed.
Voice: Surprisingly deep in pitch, Elise’s voice, like her posture, is one to suggest boredom with everything around her. Despite this, it flows well - making even the reading of the phone book something worth listening to, between the soothing alto tones and the faint accent that lurks beneath her bland, region-less English.

In almost any case, character appearances have to be taken with a grain of salt – and more often than not in many games people give their characters these picture perfect looks. And normally, I would tsk-tsk upon a fair skinned, thin young woman with pure blonde hair and enchanting blue eyes; however, it works with classical. It seems like it should be this way, and it fits well.

Literally perfect for classical! *claps* She’s definitely going to be fun to draw. ;3 And thank you for not making your character have long, flowing brunette locks - we have an overabundance as it is.



Personality:
The Only Princess: As an only child, Elise has been the apple of her parent’s eye since before she was born. As such, she has the attitude of a royal princess that has been dropped very suddenly on her own in the world, away from her golden palace. She still carries the belief that she is better than 99.9% of those around her, and will not have you saying otherwise unless you’ve gotten the grades or the pedigree to back it up. As such, she’s extremely prideful and overconfident in her own abilities - often times pushing herself to the very limits in order prove that she is capable of something, and sinking into miserable depressions when she doesn’t reach close enough to her own expectations. As such, she’s terribly difficult to befriend - something she herself doesn’t seem terribly aware of, often times leaving her confused as to why her only close associates are her birds.

Perfectionism, Pessimism: Lending to the above statement about her expectations, Elise is a notorious for her unrealistic goals and expectations of herself and those around her. Many claim this to be a direct consequence of the pressure to succeed spawning from her being the only child of two successful parents, though her classmates tend to think its just Elise herself at fault for holding herself so high above others. Whichever it is, it reigns havoc over her - often times dropping her into the hospital from overworking herself or into the above deep blue funks - where she does little other than study and mechanically do her homework.

Genuine: Despite or perhaps because of her faults, Elise is one of those people who just cannot help but be honest about everything. It’s a type of wide-eyed innocence people often associate with children, just placed onto the face of someone much older. It’s a very bad idea to include her in one of your lies, for she will just sit there like a dumbfounded lump and confusedly spout that she has no idea what you’re talking about, and that she’d kindly like you to explain. Right now, please.

Steadfast: Elise is a committed young woman - once she sets her sights on something, she will keep at it until she’s obtained it and nothing anyone does, says, or threatens will stop her from doing so. She often is brunt of jokes that, if she were to die while trying to obtain something, she would just as easily become a ghost and continue to chase after it. Unfortunately, these jokes have done nothing but proven true - between injuries for athletic-based desires and nearly days on end of studying for academic, her life is little more than a quiet wait for the next accident.

The Poise of a Lady: Despite the roughs of her personality, and the ferocity of her attention span, Elise conducts herself with a seemingly limitless amount of elegance. Her words are always polite, her language never vulgar or too terribly rude, her posture always perfect and her smiles courteous if not warm. She’s often willing to offer a hand to the ‘lesser’, be it of assistance or simply of good sportsmanship. If anything good about her, its that she holds no grudges nor does she seem to mind losing if its to a genuinely better competitor. After all, they’ve just given her another goal to work her way towards.

Intelligent: In both the books and to a degree with common sense, Elise is usually billed as being in the top percentile. Her words and actions usually mirror this in the public eye, where she makes sure to do little other than smile and nod if a subject she’s uncertain about slithers into the line of questioning. She’s very careful not to let foolish emotions seep into her body language or her expression, though even she isn’t aware of the quick things that slip into her eyes.

Sensitivity: Despite her constant distance from the world, Elise still depends on it almost as a reluctant crutch. Her emotions, though buried under layers of carefully constructed manners, are still very soft, human things that are perhaps even more vulnerable due to her attempts to sweep them beneath the carpet. Usually, this side of her is something that only comes into play when animals are involved, as her initial appearance prompts a fair amount of distrust in most people that she tends to want to avoid.

You did such a great job capturing Elise in this section. :] I’d however add one more flaw to expand it as it seems like most of the personality traits listed above are positive. I want to see more of her elitist, perfectionistic behavior or a bit about her single-mindedness.



History:
Once, there was a young man by the name of Wolfgang Wiegand, freshly married to his beautiful wife, Brigette, and set on becoming a man befitting her. He joined a large company that had come from America and settled itself in his home city, and worked very hard to climb its ranks and cushion his small family with plenty of money. Five years and nine months later, he was blessed with two things - the first being a baby girl and the second a promotion.
The promotion sent him overseas to New York, and for the first two years of his daughter’s life he saw her perhaps twice. Elise Wiegand grew up in Berlin with her father being a faceless benefactor and her mother posing a teary window decoration in the background as her nanny took care of her. Until the age of five, the world was a place of loveless ruffles and tense smiles from both Nanny and her mother - until the latter decided it was time to reunite the family in America.
New York, however, was not the place to raise his family, Wolfgang sternly told his wife - and shipped them very firmly to a small town in Nevada that he frequently did business near, where he kept them comfortable and distant as always. Elise settled into the new place, growing used to the old routine once more - now with the added bonus of going to preschool with children that spoke another language. She learned quickly, however, and soon moved on with her life as her school years progressed.
When she was ready for kindergarten, her father expressed his desire for her to begin taking lessons in piano, violin, and dance. Initially, she was horrible at all of them - her timing was terrible for piano, her hands too clumsy for the violin, and her balance horrendous. Her father scowled and stormed away grumbling when he found her recitals all cancelled due to her inability, raving to himself in German that the girl had never learned. Elise steeled herself, and tried harder.
It was a tiresome road, but eventually she became acceptable by her father’s standards, and adept at balancing her activities with the increasing expectations at school. Her schedule was nearly as full as her father’s as she emerged into high school, between dance, piano and the instruments she learned in between. At the start of her Sophomore year, her mother announced her intentions to get a job, since both her husband and her daughter were too busy to make their house seem homey enough for her to stay within. So she began to work as a receptionist at a near by motel, emptying their house of all but the occasional cleaning staff.
Her year off of school after graduation was initially scoffed at, though neither parent could do much to stop the girl as she poured herself into her dance and piano classes instead of applying for colleges. Finally, however, she did so - though her choice was much closer to ‘home’ than either of them would have guessed.
The University of Nevada, Las Vegas, didn’t have much in the way of a problem accepting the dedicated girl, and she didn’t have much of a problem in the way of tuition or living costs - she simply packed her bags and went, not glancing back as she settled into an apartment with a girl that had posted an ad for a roommate. She was Lindsy Anderson, a psychology major who was a year ahead of Elise, who had moved out of the dorms after a year of putting up with the other girls - “shrieking harpies”, as she called them.
The first year of college was tense, at best, with the girls quietly avoiding each other until about halfway through the second semester - when Lyndsy came back with a small, wounded bird in her hands. The bird was the blue budgie that became known as Skye, and together they carefully nursed her back to health. A long veterinary bill and several ‘mummy and daddy’ jokes later, some part of the barrier between them had fallen, and an uneasy friendship began.
Since then, the two have started down the awkward path of friends - sharing cookie dough between the occasional girlish spats, one-sided whining about homework and work itself, and midnight experiments with cooking when all that’s in the fridge is milk, butter, carrots and chocolate syrup.

I really like the history – it’s a good length and helps you to understand better Elsie’s personality and mannerisms. I enjoyed that it wasn’t overly dramatic, yet still allowed for her life to have not been picturesque with her father being absent early, and then her having to overcome and succeed at all of her activities. Nice job.

As far as this section goes overall I cannot really pin-point additions or revisions that need to be made per se; however, I feel the section is missing something. I feel the likes, dislikes, personality, et cetera are just a little flat line and could stand to be pumped up a bit to help even out the character and add a few additional facets to Elise’s persona.




IV. Relations & Miscellaneous
NPCs:
Wolfgang Wiegand - 64; Father - Tight-lipped, traditional and aloof, Wolfgang spends most of his time thousands of miles away, in a tiny little office listening to people complain to him about things. He was a tall man, though he’s now stooped a bit with age - reaching at best 5’11”, with neatly cropped and well cared for white hair, and sharp blue eyes. His skin is ruddy, and he sports the build of a once handsome man gone soft - with a flabby middle and face, large, beefy hands and a distinct waddle to the way he walks. He still speaks with a heavy accent to his words, though it’s understandable until he’s angry.
Brigette Wiegand - 58; Mother - Quiet, polite and fragile, Brigette is a needy woman with all of her small family out of touch. Despite this, she remains friendly and smiling to the customers of the small hotel she works at, and even cheerful during her calls to both daughter and husband. As far as appearance goes, Brigette is small - 5’3”, with a bony figure and tiny hands and feet. Her hair is still pale blond, though cut short to her shoulders and kept up and away from her face - usually clipped back or tied into a small, tight bun. Her face is high-boned and delicate, with soft, full lips and wide-set green-tinged eyes. She speaks with her heavy accent at all times, and slips into German when flustered.
Lyndsy Anderson - 20; Roommate - At 5’4”, 115 pounds, the redheaded southern girl doesn’t come off as much as a threat to anyone. She’s skinny and pouty - her bottom lip thicker than her top by far, brown eyes in a state of permanent puppy stare beneath her lashes, and gangly limbs too slender and under muscled to present much threat. Despite this, or more likely because of it, she’s got enough attitude to fuel three other people - loud and bossy when in group settings, loud, lewd and giggly when in smaller ones. She’s currently in her Junior year, majoring in Psychology and minoring in Women’s Studies.
Seraph, Anders and Skye - 1, 2 and 3 respectively; Pet Budgies -Serph Anders and Skye Seraph, Anders and Skye are Elise’s birds purely for the fact she spends more time taking care of them. Each one of them was brought home, and subsequently named by, Lyndsy, though she spends little time feeding and cleaning them. Elise, however, doesn’t mind terribly much, as it gives her something to do. Skye, blue and the oldest, was the first they got, and was brought wounded after a previous owner abandoned him in his cage. As such, he tends to be untrusting of people, and the most prone to bite. Anders and Sky came together from the same home, one of Lyndsy’s classmates having been given them and not wanting them anymore. Anders, green, is friendly towards stranger and enjoys perching on shoulders and hands while Seraph, white, is the most shy and would rather stay in his cage.
Character Relations: While not ‘friends’ per say with any of the characters, it may be likely that either she or Lyndsy is in classes with one of the college-going senshi. Elise doesn’t take much notice of her fellow school mates unless they’re actively having trouble or they approach her, so it’s fully possible she’s just not noticed them the entire time.
Love Life: Elise does not, and has not ever, found time in her life to entertain a boyfriend, and doesn’t seem to want to until she’s found a steady job and has enough time to actually do something with him.
Character Theme Song: “Fur Elise” - Ludwig von Beethoven.
Secret(s): In order from the most important to the least - Elise still sleeps with a floppy old rag doll, Anna, nightly; she’s never quite told anyone that she’s 20 years old and has never had a first kiss none-the-less and first date; Elise is quite aware that she really has no social contact outside of Lyndsy, and the thought of it makes her a bit uneasy if not a bit sad.

The NPC section was well-written and I enjoyed getting to the secrets portion and learning that Elise does harvest some sadness due to her strict lifestyle causing her to have little to no social life. It really added dimension to the girl who before was starting to seem almost a little too aloof.

I love your response to “Love Life,” especially as Elise is too busy to even consider a boyfriend. ;3 And lovely theme song, it’s so perfect and such a beautiful song. Birds too seem to fit classical well and I’m glad you’ve chosen to add birds into Elise’s character.



V. Proelium Soldier
Senshi Name: Sailor Classical
Symbol: The symbol stands for a lyre - an Ancient Greek instrument. I chose this because, once again according to the all knowing Wikipedia, along with early Christian music, Classical music can also be associated with the Ancient Greeks themselves. Guiltily, I also chose it because it’s a pretty pair of spirals, and I envision a lot of pretty spiral shapes when I personally listen to classical music. Oops. (Lovely symbol, nothing wrong with wanting something pretty! *-*)
Henshin Item: A big, spi- …Oh, wait, sorry. Classical’s henshin item is a charm bracelet - gold, laden with teensy little instruments - a violin, a flute, a set of bass drums, and finally, a grand piano engraved with her symbol. It hangs off her wrist nearly enough to slip off her hand, and as such it rattles like a little wind chime wherever she goes.
Henshin Phrase & Description: “Classical Soprano Power! Make-up!!”
As she announces her henshin phrase, Elise lifts her arm into the air, the charms lifting and fluttering with increasing speed as she reaches the end of the phrase. Once she reaches the last bit, she jerks her arm down and to the side, the charm bracelet snapping apart and the charms flying out into all directions of henshin verse around her, landing somewhere in the distance. Elise lifts both of her hands above her head, a pale golden lift engulfing her clothing and her eyes falling to a close as the light focuses onto one of her hands and produces a slender beam vaguely resembling a baton. In the background, what sounds like Gustav Holst’s Saturn strikes up - bright colors flashing in the otherwise blackness, illuminating the faceless musicians in streaks of red, green and blue. Slowly, the transforming Elise ‘conducts‘ the music, swishing her hands and spinning slowly to face each section. As she does this, the bulk of the golden light flakes away, lifting into the air as musical notes to reveal the dress, sleeves and bracelets of her fuku. Her feet still, the light flaking away to reveal her shoes, as her head tilts back and her hands violently pull downwards. For a moment, her symbol glows on her head as the music crescendos before it spreads out and fades into her tiara. Her head lifts, and she turns slightly to the side to regard her opponents - because of course, everyone is on one side of her by Sailor Moon rules - arms folding across her chest, the fingers of one hand supporting her chin almost thoughtfully.
[For those who want the music clip to go with this, is Holst’s Saturn from about 2:30 to 3:04.]
Catch/Introduction/Challenge Phrase: “Senshi of the timeless melody - I, Sailor Classical, arrive to conduct your final symphony.”

I adore your henshin phrase and your catch phrase is absolutely perfect. *happy*



Fuku

Soprano Fuku #1/ Blank Diagram
PRIMARY COLOR: #DAA520 Goldenrod
SECONDARY COLOR: #111111 Payne’s Grey
TERTIARY COLOR: #FBFCE8 Antique
NECKLACE: A thin golden chain with a small locket, set with a small pearl version of her symbol, ringed by curled, ornate treble clefs.
EARRINGS: Small, slender pearl strings - three pearls per post, separated by a thin piece of gold, each a tad larger than the one before it.
SAILOR FLAP/COLLAR: Goldenrod, with two thin white lines and a gentle, wide scallop pattern to the edges.
GLOVES: Classical’s bracelets are thick bangles, stacked two per wrist, of gold that are studded with pearls carved into delicate musical notes. If you were to lay them out, they would read, from left top to right bottom, as the first line of Beethoven’s Sonata No. 14 (“Moonlight Sonata”).
SLEEVES: Antique white and nearly gossamer in how thin they are, Classical’s sleeves are pretty standard in their design, despite the continuation of the delicate scalloped pattern.
CENTER BOW: It’s a fluffy, goldenrod bow. Nothing special here.
DRESS: A bit longer than the standard, with a payne’s grey primary layer made of smooth, shiny satin. The layer of fabric over it is antique white, as is the faux-busk. A ribbon of goldenrod outlines the busk, the two tiny bows made of the ribbon are fluffy, with short dangling legs. The ribbon thickens and grows almost sheer as it meets the antique fabric covering the dress to be swept back into the back bow. The edging of the skirt is rounded in the place of pointed, and a delicate, if aged-looking lace.
BACK BOW: An ankle-length ribbon of goldenrod. Once again, pretty standard except for the scalloped edges.
SHOES: Payne’s grey, 2” heeled mary jane styled shoes, the strap composed of goldenrod ribbon and tight into another fluffy bow, a small pearl icon of her symbol decorating the center of each.
TIARA: The standard series of pearls connected by a thin piece of goldenrod silk.
Additional Notes/Changes: Makeup is simple, and pretty much standard Elise - dark grey eye shadow done in a smoky style, with a faint blush across her cheeks and a shiny gloss across her lips. Her hair is pulled up into a tight bun at the top of her head, her bangs left loose, and tied with a small golden comb, decorated with pearl musical notes. Her nails are long - nearly a full inch and a half - and manicured, painted white and tipped with glistening gold.

The fuku and accessories sound very pretty and I’ll even admit that I love the colors you chose; however, maybe assign them differently? Seeing as you play a Superna senshi maybe think about lightening the fuku a bit, re-assign your colors a bit and I think it will be perfect. I do really like the abundance of pearls with the scallop and lace accents.



Attacks
Attack Name: Motion; Violin Allegretto No. 61 (drawn from Ludwig von Beethoven’s Violin concerto in D major Op. 61)
Attack Description: Classical ceases movement for a second, closing her eyes and lifting her hands as if holding a violin, her face tilted to hold it in place. Her fingertips glow, and a set of glistening golden strings materialize - four stretched towards her cheek and a fifth, thicker, in her left hand as if acting as the bow, followed by the translucent, almost immaterial violin itself. Setting the bow to the strings, she begins to play a fast paced tune, the echo of others playing in the background lifting softly around her. The golden light of her strings spreads through her, lighting her for a moment before spreading out to touch any near by teammates and spread through them as well.
Attack Effects: Allegretto has the basic effect of casting haste on the Soprano senshi in immediate hearing range. For those unfamiliar with the term, haste quickens both physical speed and ‘casting’ time - though it would also shorten the duration of another attack, and would do nothing for the amount of energy it takes away. In short, if, say, Acid Jazz had an awesome move that took awhile to charge they complete it in half the time it would normally take while in the range of Classical’s playing, but it would still cost them as much as it would for the full blown attack. In addition, the effect only lasts as long as she keeps playing and the allegretto in question is just over three minutes. This also means that the effect can be ended if an enemy - or even one of her own team mates - were to interfere with her ability to play, the effect would fade. Classical herself also doesn’t get the added bonus of haste. This song can be performed up to four times in battle if she hasn’t done much else in the way of fighting.

Attack Name: The Devil’s Trill (drawn from Tartini’s Violin Sonata in G minor, or the Devil’s Trill Sonata)
Attack Description: Assuming the stance of a violinist once more, Classical pauses, raking her nails through the air to form the violin strings - though this time they are jagged and almost fraying. Her free hand taps impatiently at her side, a sharp, physical bow forming in her hand - carefully carved of what seems to be bone and thick, red strings. The bow is pointed at her intended target before being placed to the invisible violin and her playing begins, the red of the bow strings slowly polluting the golden strings of light, the outline of the instrument darkening before hardening into a near pure black. The red energy washes through her, lighting her from beneath like a macabre spotlight before branching out along the ground in cracks to form around - or in some cases, follow - the target, giving the illusion of the ground around them shattering and falling away into the traditional fire and brimstone below and small, bat winged creatures fluttering around and tearing at the target.
Attack Effects: Beyond conducting a disorientating illusion, this attack deals minor lacerations to the clothing and skin. As this is a one-on-one assault, to the outside observer, it seems as if nothing is happening - Classical plays and the target generally acts like a lunatic. Once again, the entirety of the attack is hinged on her ability to keep playing through the song. This song is notably longer - nearing a total of fifteen minutes, but also requires much more energy and attention to pull off correctly. At best, this attack could be performed once per battle, if Classical was fresh as a daisy or had a very strong defense to keep her from being interrupted. Once interrupted, The Devil’s Trill cannot be activated until the next battle.

Weapon: Sailor Classical [strike]does not need your silly weaponry[/strike] is without a weapon.

The attacks were both really good, a nice fit for classical. I especially enjoy the Devil’s Trill, I think it will be a good attack for helping not only herself; but her other team mates as well. My only concern attack wise is the length of the attack name: “Motion; Violin Allegretto No.61” It seems a bit wordy to be called out when it is used in battle, but I otherwise like how it was worked in.

I adore the attacks' effects and love the attack names – even the long attack name is interesting and I’d definitely keep it. It isn’t every day that you run across a senshi whose attack name is lengthy and so suiting. I would, however, change her henshin item as I think it could be refined a bitm and I would also advise rethinking her fuku colors – in the time of classical music’s prominence, women only wore the color black in periods of sorrow and much preferred to wear other colors. There are so many colors that would suit her; I’d definitely research medieval fashion in order to get some ideas, even to make her fuku more glamorous in both color and style. What about some crystals or a petticoat? Research the fashion of the medieval periods, you might find that you may want something more Renaissance-like for Sailor Classical although it’s ultimately up to you – I’m throwing ideas out there. :] As far as her make-up goes, I would change it from something a bit more toned down than a smoky-eye look, especially for Elise’s genre. I love the usage of pearls though, it’s very suiting. As for her henshin item, I think jewelry tends to be overused as henshin item and especially for your genre, you could think up something really unique.





VI: Guardians
{There’s nothing here. D: We better move on to something that’s filled out.}


VII: Writing Sample
The ringing of the phone met emptiness, echoing off of crystal vases filled with flowers and gilded frames, peeking around corners in search of ears that weren’t there to hear it. It sounded small and insignificant in the great, oppressive silence - eventually defeated by the sheer fact that no one cared enough to come and comfort the cries of the telephone. On the other end, the milky hand holding the receiver loosened and dropped the chipped plastic into its cradle, the satisfying jingle of metal and plastic bringing naught but a small frown to the girl’s lips.
Though, in all honesty, Elise hadn’t expected an answer. The blonde sighed, pushing her still-damp hair over her shoulders and allowing the now-murky blue of her eyes to slide to a close. One of the budgies peeped in the background, and the cage rattled as they fluttered and jumped around, jockeying for more comfortable positions in the roomy trap. Pounding feet slapped against the linoleum of the kitchen, and the fridge door was jerked open.
“’ey, ‘Wiesie,” the short, carrot-topped girl greeted around a mouthful of her toothbrush, pausing to shift it around before taking it out, brown gaze lifting to meet the taller girl’s stoic stare before darting away to examine the contents of their fridge. “Did’ya get ahold of yer ‘rents?” She questioned, pulling a container of milk from the back and bumping the door closed as she set it on the counter. “I’m sure they must be excited, with you bein’ the leading performance an’ all. Almost makes me wish I’d kept with those damn violin lessons ma wanted me to take, all the attention yer ge-”
“They did not answer,” the blonde replied, voice soft and utterly bland next to her roommate’s spunky near southern drawl. A bit of milk splashed onto the counter, and both girls stared at it for a moment before Lindsy rushed to grab a paper towel and wipe it away, head bowed and thick bottom lip pulled between her teeth.
“Ah… Sorry ‘bout that, then, sugar. M-maybe they’re both terribly busy, ya know? And yer dad lives in New York, right? Maybe news came to late, and he’s really wantin’ to come down here, but he can’t ‘cause he’s got some hoity-toity meeting and-”
“Lindsy.” The word was a faint, but sharp, command, the pianist rubbing her temples as she rubbed her hair dry and turned to walk away. “It is not a problem. Of course they are both busy - it is no surprise I cannot reach them, since I waited until the last minute to try.”
It was a lie - Elise had been trying to contact her parents for nearly three weeks with the news of the concert. Both girls let it hang there, though, an impenetrable fog wrapped around both of their throats.
“..Y-yeah.. I-I guess so, iff’n you.. You put it that way.” A soft sigh slid through the shorter girl’s lips, and she looked away before turning back, watching Elise move into the bathroom. The girl stopped, poised carefully in the doorway - her lips stretched into a friendly, happy smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Everything is just perfect. After all, I have gotten to perform several solo pieces, have I not?” The smile stretched, growing more and more plastic by the second. To spare them both of seeing the pain of it breaking, Lindsy nodded and offered her own quick smile, trying to ignore the impulse to open the door once more as the thick wooden barrier closed her out once again.

Cute writing sample, I enjoyed the little extra glimpse into the life of Elise.

I love her room mate already, she’s such a contrast in comparison to Elise and helps reveal Elise’s personality even more so through this contrast. This writing sample shows a high-quality writing along with reading even further into the character of Elise through her interactions with Lindsy.



VIII: Other Shtuff
Potential plans: As a person, I would like to see Elise be pried open and made to be awkwardly humble and friendly around people. It would make her happy, despite herself. Also, because I am a sappy romantic, I would like her to develop a romantic relationship somewhere along the line. Eventually.
As a senshi, I would like to expand her attacks to include all instrumental elements of classical music, with a larger final attack with an entire orchestra. Which is why I chose violin-based songs for her first two attacks. ^^;
Miscellaneous: Don’t have much intention to hide things… ah… Hm, is it alright if I use this section to babble a little? (Disregard the below if you wish, a lot of it is just explaining where ideas came from.)
I had a really difficult time actually wrapping myself around Classical’s senshi concept, so I hope it came out alright. For the longest time, I kept forgetting she was ‘classical’ and not ‘ballet’ because I so closely associate the two, hence the heavy dance influences in her character. XD; Also, I chose the effects of her attacks based off of the songs themselves - an allegretto, for example, is piece with fast tempo, where as the Devil’s Trill Sonata is an extremely difficult piece that requires great technical skill. The composer, Tartini, wrote it after having a dream that the Devil himself played for him - “a piece so beautiful and full of life it took my breath away; what I have created is such a poor mirror it is almost enough to make me break my violin and give up music forever.” The idea was so deep to me that I had to include it. X3; If I get accepted, I plan to include an attack based off of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, and more of Gustave Holst’s ‘The Planet’ suites - which were the first pieces of real classical music I ever listened to. Her theme song, though it seems a cheesy cop out, was actually the inspiration behind her entire character and one of my favorite classical pieces.

I swear her colors aren't just white and black with fancy names. My color list swears it, too

11:42 A.M:Did a quick edit because her symbol didn't show up in the first post. Oopsie! ><

Thank you for including this, it really clears up a bit with the songs chosen and the effects on her attacks based off of them as I’m not as fluent in classical as I am with jungle, for instance. You get brownie points for relevance! :]



This was an amazing shot at classical and I really believe that nobody is more fit for this role than Elise at the moment; however, she still needs a few minor tweaks here and there. Add some more spice and maybe a quirk or two into the nitty-gritty portions of the application and spruce up the fuku just a bit. I’d love to see just a little more added to the character to give her just a pinch or two of dimension that she is currently lacking. I may not know much about the genre of classical myself, but for everything I picture classical as I feel this application has a more than a descent grasp.

I agree with Bry~Zee, Elise is a definite match for her genre, classical. As Bry~Zee and I were discussing, I think you should add another con under her personality section to make her a more well-rounded character and definitely add quite a few more hobbies to that section. Take this opportunity to perfect our fuku and research our suggestions – remember, the final decision on her fuku is totally up to you. :] I’m so happy with Elise as classical seems to be one of the harder genres to cover as it’s so broad and you’ve done an amazing job portraying the significance of classical, Elise. I look forward to seeing your revisions and if you ever, ever have any questions, please let either Bry or I know via AIM, private message, or e-mail. We welcome both you and Elise to Proelium Cantus and although as a Superna senshi, she is quite lonely for now, this will of course change very soon. *rose* :heart: *star2* Before beginning to add Elise in-game, please make the corrections first to your application and re-submit it to me via a forum private message. I will then respond back with my approval of the changes and Elise is then free to enter the world of Proelium Cantus! :heart:



Final Verdict:
Accepted with Mandatory Revisions
(Congrats. :D You've made it! Woo!~)