Here's the (long) character sheet for my journalist. I'm really sorry. Hopefully it's okay.
I chose the name "Astrid" for its similarity to "aster", but as it turns out "Astrid" is of Scandinavian or Danish origin and has nothing to do with flowers.
Name: Astrid Mirfield, which Astrid thinks is disappointingly ordinary.
Age: around 85.
Birthplace: Haven City Hospital
Appearance: She has the green skin typical to sprites, as well as bobbed light brown hair and blue eyes. She's been dying her hair red lately, since she thought it looked "daring", but is beginning to think that the colour looks bad with her skin. Her general body shape is short and sturdy. She has a smile on her face most of the time.
She's actually self-conscious about her appearance to the point of being self-conscious about looking self-conscious, so she dresses casually. That's another reason she hasn't quit dyeing her hair red—she's afraid people will ask why she dyed it in the first place. Sometimes she dresses up as her favourite characters (she's obsessed with stories), though, and if you ask who she's pretending to be she'll give you the full, passionate description, even if she gets a sore throat from all the people asking.
Positive Traits: Perpetually cheerful, good-natured, intuitive, quite driven when it comes to things she's interested in, and a good storyteller. She's also naturally curious, which can be good or bad depending on whether you're currently being questioned.
Negative Traits: Absent-minded, bad at keeping secrets, nosy, and persistent. Anywhere she resides becomes a cluttered mess within the space of a week, although somehow she still manages to find everything. She's not very graceful, but prefers the term "endearingly clumsy" to "klutz". She drifts through life without thinking much about things that don't interest her.
Personality: She loves stories. True, fictional, ebooks, movies, poetry, by humans and by fairies, from living people and People and those who dies ages ago—whatever it is, she wants to hear it, or watch it, or read it. She thinks of life as a big story, and is always looking for symbolism or foreshadowing or that happy ending. (She knows that not all stories have happy endings, but she wishes they did).
She's bubbly and bright, but only has a few close friends despite being friendly with many people. This is mainly because having a friend who constantly drifts off into Cloudcuckooland gets old after a while. She isn't likely to forget interesting facts (although say good-bye to the boring ones).
For a dreamer, the way she does things is quite practical—although her goals are not. She'll plan out an entire research process for the sake of a single obscure fact from an equally obscure legend. She's ditzy and loves laughs, but is also a surprisingly deep thinker in her quieter moments.
Once she gets interested in something, there are few things that can stop her from investigating.
Astrid would be considered genre-savvy were she in a traditional story, but unfortunately she's not. She listens to the old and those declared crazy, doesn't trust the government or big companies, and would never live in any place said to be haunted without an ample supply of flashlights and flashlight batteries. None of this had done her any good yet.
History: Her birth and upbringing were fairly normal, but her parents were responsible for her love of stories. Her father was an author, the dreamer of the family, and was responsible for her idealistic riding-off-into-the-sunset side, which is what you will generally see. Her mother made movies. She taught Astrid about the mechanics of a good story, and was responsible for Astrid's (far rarer) practical side. Surprisingly, her pragmatic mother made romance movies and comedies, while her dreamer father was renowned for his horror, dystopias, and dark mysteries.
After reading multiple books where the parents are missing/useless/dead, Astrid makes sure to call her own parents every day. Because she loves them, and just in case.
Astrid has occupied multiple jobs in her life, including gardener, clerk, and waitress, after she learned that good grades did not necessarily guarantee an interesting job. She got a lucky break when she was hired as a journalist. Astrid likes being a journalist and hopes she keeps this job. She enjoys the whole process of turning a series of events into a captivating (or so she hopes) story, and makes sure to hand in her assignments on time.
She has always nurtured several pet projects alongside her jobs. A few years ago, she attempted to write a novelization of the infamous Artemis Fowl incident for fun. She soon realized that there were several gaps in the official reports, and even Dr. Jerbal Argon's books. It was as if someone was trying to hide things. Since then, she's been hunting for those missing details, but has not had any luck. She did not consider the fact that the details may have been taken out for the sake of privacy.
She writes when she gets bored. She makes videos too. Sometimes she tries drawing. None of her creations have ever been revealed to the wider world, since she has a rather low opinion of her work and a tendency to overanalyze.
She began probing the LEP for information soon after a fairy was reported missing—and pointedly questioned them on the similarity to the Artemis Fowl incident—but made a point of not believing everything they said. The police are always part of the cover-up.
Fears: Bad things happening to her family, losing her job, dark alleyways (although she hasn't seen many) and clowns (although she hasn't met any), bumps in the night, high balconies, and durians (which are illegal in Haven anyways).
Dreams: To create a story herself, one that will be received by whistles and applause and be remembered for a century, to find the complete story of Artemis Fowl, to get some sort of recognition for being good at her job (although she'll never admit it), and to meet her heroes in writing, filming, and all those other forms of media, although she knows it's impossible, since so many of them are dead and gone.
Favorite Quote: "All the world's a stage." Even humans have their wise moments.
Last edited by FadingLight
on Sun Jun 21, 2015 8:39 pm, edited 1 time in total.
I said you were smart, Mud Boy. I was wrong; are exceptional.—Qwan
Which do you think seems more suspicious? An alien-looking craft hovering in the yard of a country home, or a floating doorway with a centaur standing in it?—Domovoi Butler
We can only change the future, not the past or present.—Artemis Fowl II
I'm trying to care, Artemis. But I thought it was all supposed to be over when the fat lady sings. Well, she's singing, but it doesn't appear to be over.—Holly Short