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The Games - Application OC
Dec. 30th, 2014 02:21 pmOUT of CHARACTER
Name: Otter
Other characters: Tony Stark (D12)
IN CHARACTER
Name: Michelangelo ‘Mick’ Milan
Alias: Lady Cerise Créme
Fandom: Original Character.
Canon point/AU: Automatically set to just after the 74th Annual Hunger Games.
Journal:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cherrypicked
PB: Dame Edna Everage/ Barry Humphries.
Age: 68
History:
Like most escorts, Mick was born in the capitol. To a family of performers, his mother and father were both thespians, like their parents and grandparents before them and his older brother broke the mold by being a musician. So it came as no surprise that Mick was also one eager to perform, while no one had expected him to embrace drag in his early twenties it was hardly something that were going to rebuke.
As Lady Cerise Créme, Mick had an amazing command of the stage and those around him, it was clear to those who knew him out of drag that this was his real comfort zone, it didn’t take long for his shows to regularly sell out or for him to find himself on talk shows and variety galas.
By his late thirties he had grown tired of what the stage had to offer and found a new outlet for his theatrics to absorb, he quickly applied to be a district escort for the Hunger Games and since then has rarely been seen out of drag. As Lady Cerise he was just enough of a mother figure to the children as well as having a witty sense of humour that he helped make them feel a little more at ease, which in turn made them more appealing to sponsors.
She has seen so many of her children (and she will always call them her children) die over the years, and it always upset her. At the end of every arena she would light a candle every time she lost one and throw one hell of a party when they won. However she never really questioned the games, as she is far too ingrained in the culture for her to think of a reason to have an issue with it. After all, losing 23 children a year is far more agreeable to another rebellion that could lose so very many more as far as she would like to think.
When the Gamemakers started to bring in people of all ages from different worlds, it made Lady Cerise unsure. Children from their world was one thing, but what kind of game could these new unknown people bring? Not only, that but why should they fight in something that they had no idea about? After a few arenas she was soon referring to these new tributes as her children as well, while she still prefers the old ways she’s a lot more comfortable with how things run now.
Presentation:
If there’s one word to describe Lady Cerise it would be: Purple. If another word was allowed it would be: Sequins.
On the outside Lady Cerise gives the show of an effervescent doting grandmother personality, albeit one who will sound really sweet and pleasant while she insults you, your outfit or what you were just doing. Though if you take anything she says to heart she will quickly let you know how stupid a thing that is to do. She frequently inhabits ostentatious gowns in bright colours with her standard purple hair and over the top winged glasses.
Whenever referring to a group or people, persons she hasn’t been acquainted with he will generally refer to them as fruit, with a grand wave or flourish of her hands.
As out there as her stage personality is, on the inside, out of drag you will find a very soft spoken well-meaning old man who would like nothing more than a quiet drink and laugh with those he’s close too. Which these days is pretty much only his brother and Trés Jolie as he is very uncomfortable with people knowing this side of him.
Lady Cerise’s manner of speech could easily be described as a cheerful old woman, bubbly and lilting. That being said she’s always up to tease people in the same tone. Looking at someone’s outfit, nice or not and stating that it was very bold of them to go with that colour/style/etc. It’s done more as a way to get people to react to her so she can move the conversation on than with any actual ill-will on her part. Though she does like to say things like that around the stylists to get a defensive reaction out of them, stylist harassment is a guilty pleasure of hers. This sarkier side of her personality only really comes out when she feels like she and the person she's interacting with understand how each other work, as such it surprised people when she first became an escort as wasn't something she really brought out in her stage shows.
Motivations:
As well as loving the games and the children in them, Mick has a strong love for the growing drag community, especially now at 68 making him one of the older queen’s it gives him a great sense of pride. While being as ‘flamboyant and daring’ as a drag queen is, at times it’s hardly more straining on the eye than a lot of the fashion at the Capitol but he still knows there are people out there who very much not care for it for whatever reason, as such he has always tried to keep an eye out for any queens that cross his path, one queen in particular has a special place in his heart. Not that he’d ever admit it.
Due to this a lot of Lady Cerise’s motivations lay in wanting the best presentation of the tributes in her care. She knows that she’s “just and escort” but she is eager to do whatever she can to get them the best chances in the arena, because not only does it mean they are more likely to come back, but it gives their representative district the pride and glory it deserves.
Setting: Panem AU.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
For Capitol OCs and AUs:
Oh, well it’s different. If you like different. I’ve never really been for it. [Cerise lifts a hand delicately and brushes back a purple curl of her wig, it’s not in her face in any way she does it purely to create a pause and to bring more attention to the droll look on her face, as if she’s above such things.]
I’ve just always thought it’s better to have home grown heroes, oh those children and their darling little faces.
[She claps her hands together looking utterly delighted.] Before and after the arenas of course. I’ve always had a great love for children, with all their potential and hard to wrinkle skin, you understand. But now bringing in all those new people. Well. They do try, it’s precious, but a beard just isn’t as loveable as a young fresh faces.
Prose:
As Cerise is shoved into the room and in front of the Game makers she lets out an undignified squawk. She takes a moment to compose herself and readjusts her vibrant purple kaftan before taking a calming breath before addressing the respectable people who are watching her.
“Hallo my papayas. Keeping well I hope?” Her voice loud and excitable as she gestures dramatically to them in greeting but she’s met with a stony silence, she lets her hand drop into her other hand as she holds them politely.
“Oh, I see.” She glances around at the various weapons, swallowing slightly before looking back up. “Surely you don’t really expect an old, frail and far too luxurious woman like myself to have to fight to the death? I mean, that would hardly be good for one’s figure, you know. And I am so very fond of… These shoes.” She gestures down to her very comfortable flats that had large flowers on the toe.
“You see they were made for me, one of a kind, you understand how precious that makes them.” She glances around. “And between you and me, I’ve never really been good at getting muddy footprints out of the carpet, I wouldn’t know the first thing about getting blood out of suede.” She offers up a loud bubbly laugh, then clears her throat and flattens down her kaftan when she realises she’s the only one being amused by the thought.
“If you don’t mind, I’m starting to feel a touch faint. I’m not as young as I used to be, papayas. And having to look all the way up there at you is a little tiring for me. If you don’t mind I would like to excuse myself.”
What is your character scored: Not Applicable
Additional information: Not Applicable
Past victor: Not Applicable
Past victor AU: Not Applicable
Hunger Games AU and OC:
Lady Cerise is Capitol Born and bred and has been the escort for District 4 for nearly 30 years, and will proudly proclaim she stays for the darling seafood themes. Being from the Capitol she’s quite okay with a lot of what the government does. Though not always, as on board as she is with people slaughtering each other in the name of “peace” it doesn’t mean she doesn’t try her hardest to make sure her tributes get out as alive as possible.
Name: Otter
Other characters: Tony Stark (D12)
IN CHARACTER
Name: Michelangelo ‘Mick’ Milan
Alias: Lady Cerise Créme
Fandom: Original Character.
Canon point/AU: Automatically set to just after the 74th Annual Hunger Games.
Journal:
cherrypickedPB: Dame Edna Everage/ Barry Humphries.
Age: 68
History:
Like most escorts, Mick was born in the capitol. To a family of performers, his mother and father were both thespians, like their parents and grandparents before them and his older brother broke the mold by being a musician. So it came as no surprise that Mick was also one eager to perform, while no one had expected him to embrace drag in his early twenties it was hardly something that were going to rebuke.
As Lady Cerise Créme, Mick had an amazing command of the stage and those around him, it was clear to those who knew him out of drag that this was his real comfort zone, it didn’t take long for his shows to regularly sell out or for him to find himself on talk shows and variety galas.
By his late thirties he had grown tired of what the stage had to offer and found a new outlet for his theatrics to absorb, he quickly applied to be a district escort for the Hunger Games and since then has rarely been seen out of drag. As Lady Cerise he was just enough of a mother figure to the children as well as having a witty sense of humour that he helped make them feel a little more at ease, which in turn made them more appealing to sponsors.
She has seen so many of her children (and she will always call them her children) die over the years, and it always upset her. At the end of every arena she would light a candle every time she lost one and throw one hell of a party when they won. However she never really questioned the games, as she is far too ingrained in the culture for her to think of a reason to have an issue with it. After all, losing 23 children a year is far more agreeable to another rebellion that could lose so very many more as far as she would like to think.
When the Gamemakers started to bring in people of all ages from different worlds, it made Lady Cerise unsure. Children from their world was one thing, but what kind of game could these new unknown people bring? Not only, that but why should they fight in something that they had no idea about? After a few arenas she was soon referring to these new tributes as her children as well, while she still prefers the old ways she’s a lot more comfortable with how things run now.
Presentation:
If there’s one word to describe Lady Cerise it would be: Purple. If another word was allowed it would be: Sequins.
On the outside Lady Cerise gives the show of an effervescent doting grandmother personality, albeit one who will sound really sweet and pleasant while she insults you, your outfit or what you were just doing. Though if you take anything she says to heart she will quickly let you know how stupid a thing that is to do. She frequently inhabits ostentatious gowns in bright colours with her standard purple hair and over the top winged glasses.
Whenever referring to a group or people, persons she hasn’t been acquainted with he will generally refer to them as fruit, with a grand wave or flourish of her hands.
As out there as her stage personality is, on the inside, out of drag you will find a very soft spoken well-meaning old man who would like nothing more than a quiet drink and laugh with those he’s close too. Which these days is pretty much only his brother and Trés Jolie as he is very uncomfortable with people knowing this side of him.
Despite all her open friendliness and playful teasing, Lady Cerise has always kept herself at a certain distance, because her popularity as a drag queen exploded her into the lime light faster and more excitedly than before she did drag, she has developed a large insecurity about people only being interested in the coloured in persona. So while she fawns over and dotes on everyone around her it is very unlikely she will think of most people as a real friend she can let her guard down around. Especially considering she has gotten so used to her tributes dying and staying dead that there is also something of a wall she’s built up to protect her from a lot of the loss she could feel over losing them.
Lady Cerise’s manner of speech could easily be described as a cheerful old woman, bubbly and lilting. That being said she’s always up to tease people in the same tone. Looking at someone’s outfit, nice or not and stating that it was very bold of them to go with that colour/style/etc. It’s done more as a way to get people to react to her so she can move the conversation on than with any actual ill-will on her part. Though she does like to say things like that around the stylists to get a defensive reaction out of them, stylist harassment is a guilty pleasure of hers. This sarkier side of her personality only really comes out when she feels like she and the person she's interacting with understand how each other work, as such it surprised people when she first became an escort as wasn't something she really brought out in her stage shows.
Motivations:
As well as loving the games and the children in them, Mick has a strong love for the growing drag community, especially now at 68 making him one of the older queen’s it gives him a great sense of pride. While being as ‘flamboyant and daring’ as a drag queen is, at times it’s hardly more straining on the eye than a lot of the fashion at the Capitol but he still knows there are people out there who very much not care for it for whatever reason, as such he has always tried to keep an eye out for any queens that cross his path, one queen in particular has a special place in his heart. Not that he’d ever admit it.
Due to this a lot of Lady Cerise’s motivations lay in wanting the best presentation of the tributes in her care. She knows that she’s “just and escort” but she is eager to do whatever she can to get them the best chances in the arena, because not only does it mean they are more likely to come back, but it gives their representative district the pride and glory it deserves.
The reason Lady Cerise became an escort was that she felt that she would never be able to have a child of her own, partially due to the fact she was actually quite apprehensive about the whole dating scene, and partially because she never thought she’d be able to make enough time for one if she kept acting, but didn’t think she had that much skill in any other area to balance a child and a good career. In her mind if she could have her own, then she would have everyone else’s. She had always been very maternal and so it was never really a hard bridge to cross.
If not already obvious, Lady Cerise has a pre-occupation with fruits. Growing up fruit had always been her go to snack, though these days she also keeps up her thing about fruit for what she likes to claim as more philosophical reasons. As she will easily admit that fruit can be trusted, it's always sweet and friendly and it's very obvious when it's gone bad. Which links into her awful dating history. Lady Cerise's apprehension to dating comes from the fact that she kept picking the wrong guys in her twenties leading her to decide that for her, dating was too much pain (In various ways) to be worth it so gave it up. It's also why she never discusses her love life or even her orientation, because you can't truly give something up if you keep talking about it.
Setting: Panem AU.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
For Capitol OCs and AUs:
Oh, well it’s different. If you like different. I’ve never really been for it. [Cerise lifts a hand delicately and brushes back a purple curl of her wig, it’s not in her face in any way she does it purely to create a pause and to bring more attention to the droll look on her face, as if she’s above such things.]
I’ve just always thought it’s better to have home grown heroes, oh those children and their darling little faces.
[She claps her hands together looking utterly delighted.] Before and after the arenas of course. I’ve always had a great love for children, with all their potential and hard to wrinkle skin, you understand. But now bringing in all those new people. Well. They do try, it’s precious, but a beard just isn’t as loveable as a young fresh faces.
Prose:
As Cerise is shoved into the room and in front of the Game makers she lets out an undignified squawk. She takes a moment to compose herself and readjusts her vibrant purple kaftan before taking a calming breath before addressing the respectable people who are watching her.
“Hallo my papayas. Keeping well I hope?” Her voice loud and excitable as she gestures dramatically to them in greeting but she’s met with a stony silence, she lets her hand drop into her other hand as she holds them politely.
“Oh, I see.” She glances around at the various weapons, swallowing slightly before looking back up. “Surely you don’t really expect an old, frail and far too luxurious woman like myself to have to fight to the death? I mean, that would hardly be good for one’s figure, you know. And I am so very fond of… These shoes.” She gestures down to her very comfortable flats that had large flowers on the toe.
“You see they were made for me, one of a kind, you understand how precious that makes them.” She glances around. “And between you and me, I’ve never really been good at getting muddy footprints out of the carpet, I wouldn’t know the first thing about getting blood out of suede.” She offers up a loud bubbly laugh, then clears her throat and flattens down her kaftan when she realises she’s the only one being amused by the thought.
“If you don’t mind, I’m starting to feel a touch faint. I’m not as young as I used to be, papayas. And having to look all the way up there at you is a little tiring for me. If you don’t mind I would like to excuse myself.”
What is your character scored: Not Applicable
Additional information: Not Applicable
Past victor: Not Applicable
Past victor AU: Not Applicable
Hunger Games AU and OC:
Lady Cerise is Capitol Born and bred and has been the escort for District 4 for nearly 30 years, and will proudly proclaim she stays for the darling seafood themes. Being from the Capitol she’s quite okay with a lot of what the government does. Though not always, as on board as she is with people slaughtering each other in the name of “peace” it doesn’t mean she doesn’t try her hardest to make sure her tributes get out as alive as possible.
