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Pips Wysocki

Roleplay: "Xavi's character dump"

Player: Xavirne

Private,   Enabled,   Approved,   Owned



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Synopsis
Room 13 || Adorable eight year old who refuses to leave Sam's side


Description

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Name:  Aniela G. Wysocki
Nickname:  Pips
Age: Eight
Gender:  Female
Eye and Hair Color:  Reddish brown hair to go with her orangish-brown eyes
Height and Build:  Around three feet and a half tall.  She's on the small side of the scale but she's not a toothpick.  She's still got some of her baby fat here and there.
Occupation:  She's a third grader, she better not have a job!
Brief Description:  Pips has big brown eyes that love to see the world.  She's a quiet little thing that wears dresses all the time.  Her face is sometimes dirty but only because she hates to wash.  She wears an old, worn pair of black dress shoes and always go with her knee-high black socks.  Adorable and shy, she's just what you'd expect an eight-year-old to look and act like.


Personality
Comments on Personality and General Demeanor
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The Ups:  Pips is a sweetheart that couldn't hurt a fly.  She's got a big heart and an even bigger appetite.  Pips loves her sweets and duly notes that she is the "master of all things sweet and tasty."  She loves talking (only to Sammy) and enjoys laughing with him.  She's very helpful too and oddly obedient.

The Downs:  She's extremely shy and afraid of anything that moves in the night.  Pips also hates loud noises and has a hard time sleeping at night.  She craves a hand to hold and is doesn't understand privacy.  The brunette is also known for having random fits that often revolve around the fact that her kitties won't let her dress them in dresses.

Likes:  Kitties, Sammy, sunshine, rainbows, ponies, and bugs
Dislikes:  Boo-boos, spiders, water, the dark, guns, loud noises, small spaces, shady people, and being alone

Favorite Food:  Cookies, especially chocolate chip cookies
Favorite Color:  Rose red
Least Favorite Color:  Black (too scary)
Enjoys Spending Her Free Time:  Watching Sammy work, playing with the stray cats in the neighborhood, and telling the most adorable stories you could ever hear


Equipment / Abilities
Known Skills and Tools of the Trade
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Skills:  She's eight, what can she possibly be good at?  She can sing, talk, walk, and color in the lines.  That's about it.
Equipment:  She has an inhaler with her at all times as well as an orange cat backpack.  Said backpack contains crayons, markers, a cat notebook, a pair of children scissors, glue sticks, stickers, an apple, and a ton of glitter.


History
Good Detective Work Pried Open this Can of Worms
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Her Story:  Pips' life began in an orphanage, or at least that's the beginning she can remember.  Things were meek there and quite scary.  She wasn't found of it and whenever the opportunity presented itself, she would venture into the outside world.  It was actually on one of these outings that she became separated from the group.  There was this tubby little cat in the alleyway that just meowed for her attention.  Following it through back alleys, she eventually stumbled upon a garage and a dirty-faced man who's sad eyes beckoned her.

Drawn to him, Pips found herself with a new mission in life - to make this boy's eyes sparkle with life and happiness again.  When she first approached him, she was worried he would reject her like so many had done in the past (she tried to fix the orphanage girls).  To her luck though, Sammy (what she calls him) took her in with open arms.

She didn't know this then, but, at first, he tried to return her to where she came from.  Upon telling Sammy that she didn't have a family to go back to, things changed and the search for her family stopped.  Together they would remain and together they would stay.

Able to bring her to work with him on weekends, Sammy taught Pips the ways of the world.  Or at least he tried too.  More often than not, she was too busy playing with the garage's cats.  About seventeen of them to be exact.  Each received names and each got a fair amount of loving.

It was one rainy day when things went haywire.  Three thugs dressed in black came crashing into the garage that Sammy was working at.  He swung a few ponchos but that ended up setting the guys off.  Revolver to his head, Pips wants in the scene with horror-stricken eyes.  Screaming, some rounds were fired her way but miraculously missed due thanks to the cats.

The mother cat, Pretty, had jumped from her perch onto the male's head.  Claws digging into his face, the guy's gun cocked to the left some, missing Pips by just inches.  Another one of the cats ran under his feet while a third decided to latch his nails into the guy's butt.

Pips, who was overjoyed at the cats were there to save her and Sammy, didn't see what came next.  Pretty's body laid limp on the ground and poor Blixie (the one that was clawing the guy's butt) had her head smashed in.  White as a ghost, the girl's screaming returned.

A nearby shop had called the cops who arrived within just seconds of Pips' second screaming fit.  Being toted off to the hospital, her and Sammy spent a week there before she was eventually stable enough to leave.

Not being able to return to the bloodied garage as it brought back bad memories, Sammy decided it was time for a getaway.  Hearing about a resort with cats, he signed the two of them up for a nice vacation away from the horrific world they were living in.  With crossed fingers, Sammy hoped that Pips would find her voice again and begin to grow up.


Extra

Peabody’s Name for the Cat:  Flower (Fat Cat Flower)
Who they really are:  Charles Darwin
What the Cat looks like:  He's a chubby little kitten that looks just like a skunk.  He's got black and white fur, the white being down his chest and back.  He's quite cute and not all that vocal.  He does, however, tend to not take care of his coat and often looks rather dirty.
What is their opinion on now being a common house cat?  It's wonderful - all the birds I can eat.  Survival of the fittest at its finest, yes?