Cruella De Vil
Jan 27, 2010 16:26:29 GMT -5
Post by bfrear on Jan 27, 2010 16:26:29 GMT -5
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age: Old as dirt but tries to look young
species: Human of course!
birthplace:London England
movie:101 Dalmations
title:!!Puppies!!
why: Cruella is the ultimate idiot bad guy. She is flamboyant and spoiled without realizing that it isn’t meant to be just that way. I find her so ridiculously bad that it would be a lot of fun to play her.
*Note: the views and expressions of this character are not necessarily shared by the one who plays her.*
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facial description/mood expressions: Her long chiseled face takes on the expression of what ever mood she happens to have at that moment. Her moods change at the flip of a switch going from obnoxiously outgoing and party friendly to irate and violent. A certain way to find out just how hot her temper burns is to tell her no, or that she cant have what she wants. Long features and daring make up give her an exaggerated sinister appearance. Her demeanor is one of flamboyant contrasts and lavish extremes, she is the epitome of selfish ambition.
clothing style: Her clothing style is extravagant at best. She is obsessed with fur especially her white mink cloak. She wears under the cloak skin tight silk gowns accented with contrasting colors of jewels. On red silk Monday, she will wear emerald jewels.
body build: She is tall and almost scrawny, but don’t let the lack of bulk fool. She is a mean fire brand not given to melting into the background or going down quietly. Her height is accentuated by the fact she insists on heels, tall ones! She has long every things, including her hands and fingers which are made even longer by the insanely oversized filtered cigarette she insists on “sharing” with everyone {either by releasing billows of smoke, or dusting ash everywhere}. When she enters a room her presence is felt long before its seen, and more often than not its Heard even before that.
any unique traits (optional) : Cruella has the uncanny ability to bring thunder from heaven even on a sunny day. If there is a puppy within a five mile radius she will be able to find it. And she is given to hot temper and cool fashion, doesn’t mean its necessarily Good fashion.
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history: Cruella came from wealth and as result has become a pampered spoiled brat of an adult. Her fondness of furs led her to marry a furrier who is more than happy to give her any fur he can lay hands on, never mind the condition of the animal species. The more rare the animal the more she wants the fur. She is highly driven and obsessed with furs leading to her chase around London for Dalmatian puppies. Also in her quest for the perfect fur of every type she has decided to take up fashion design. Her own ability may or may not be very good, but no one is willing to say one way or the other.
ambitions: She wants to own a fur cloak from every animal on the planet, except maybe those horrible rodents, they just need done away with outright. She is well on her way to accomplishing this goal, if it weren’t for those confounded puppies! The two idiots that were hired to watch them let the little pesky things escape! She must own everything that has anything of any great value, regardless of who may already own it. She deserves what she wants after all.
strengths && abilities: If a thing is desired she will either take it, buy it, or acquire it in some way shape or form. The biggest strength is the simple ability to buy her way out of any trouble that she should happen to fall into.
flaws: There are no flaws with her! She is perfect in every way. Well unless you consider the hot temper and mean streak towards fur bearing animals a flaw. When her temper is flared she becomes so engrossed in the issue at hand that what would seem as common sense to most people simply fails to register in her mind. She becomes a bit obsessed with her desire that all else melts into nothing. This lone obsession, if unrealized, will take such a devastating toll on her that when it fails more often than not she is likely to lose more than she gained by the simple fact that she threw more than it was valued in trying to acquire. Her complete disregard for human decency or compassion make her unfeeling at best. She is more than happy to stomp on the ‘little man’ to get what she wants and of course they will not mind, she is far more important than They are.
likes: She like it Hot! The house is hot {not hot enough}, food is hot, even her look is hot. Oh and speaking of her look, she likes to look Fabulous and even more than that she likes Fur!
dislikes:She absolutely dislikes being told No!
fears:Small rodents such as mice and rats are horribly grotesque! Why ever they were allowed to enter the world is completely beyond her!
what makes this character unique: Her unique character, other than her appearance, solely rests on her ability to fly in on a storm and upturn everyone’s world but her own. Even the smallest obstacle she turns into a stepping stone. It is simply her ability to discard any negative with money, mean or mayhem that makes Cruella a once in a life time villain of extraordinary caliber.
RP SAMPLE: ----
The blaring horn of her white and black stretch limousine could be heard blocks before she actually came to a screaming stop at the front entrance, knocking over a lawn jockey in the process. Exiting the car her foot hit the ground and she was immediately yelling at someone for something. Her mink fur cloak flailing behind her looking for all the world to be hanging on for dear life lest it be blown into the wind from her flourish. The clack of her heels echoed around the square and into the convention center where her fashions were taking center stage. When she reached the door she pulled out a compact and her lipstick. Smearing the bright red across thin lips and smacking loudly into the mirror she ‘kissed’ at her reflection and clamped closed the compact with a loud *Snap*. Taking a long drag from her cigarette she braced herself to enter the chambers where the flourish of activity was in no doubt less than to her satisfaction. Exhaling loudly and with great abandon she tapped off ashes and threw open the double doors to a cacophony of thunder and lightning announcing her arrival.
Storming into the large auditorium, pounding footsteps declaring her presence, she made her way to the fitting area where haggard workers had sewn and stitched all night to make ready for the fashion show. Coming in behind one particularly worn out soul, Cruella stood in a ferocious silence smoke billowing from her cigarette.
“You Idiot! What Are you Doing with that Gown?” *tapping ash on the floor near the model and artist, and releasing smoke with every word.* “That is Simply Wretched! It is Simply No Good!” She yells with emphasis tearing the gown into shreds. “Do it Again! And make it Right this time, you imbecile!”
She stomps away in a flurry of fur and smoke with a small trail of ash in her wake meeting the curators of the center. As she rounds a corner almost bumping into the owners and designers of the show she begins to make rude comments but realizes who it is and thinks better.
“Oh Daah’lings! Simply maaah’velous place, its almost as good as Mine. We have No time for Games here, Daah’ling when Are we to start this Wretched affair? I am Here after all. Do come along now, wont you.” said more as fact than a question.
“Pardon me, ma’am, but there is no smoking in the Center.” came a measly little voice from far beneath her.
“Well then by All means, Daah’ling, don’t smoke.” as she releases a thick cloud to linger around her head oblivious to the discomfort of the others around her.
“You are going to make the furs lose their color with all that smoking, ma’am.”
“OH The Furs! Do save the Furs. I AahDore Furs, but then is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn’t?” With that she puts out her cigarette on the hat of one near her, squishing the hat, the cigarette and the ashes harshly on the gentleman’s head.
“Well Do get on with IT! I don’t have All day.” she snaps putting a fresh cigarette into the long filter.
The lights dim and music begins as the MC announces the start of the new fashion line of Cruella De Vil! The crowd cheers softly as if at a golf tournament and more in support of the models than the designer.
The night droned on and on as one hideous outfit after another, full of fur and feathers, paraded across the runway . Finally the lights came back up on the audience revealing the horror and utter shock at what was just witnessed. Thankfully the MC returned to the mic and announced the special guest appearance of the Designer herself, Cruella De Vil!
“OH Thank you, Daah’ling!” traipsing across the stage in exaggerated flamboyant flair bowing and twirling looking for all the world to be a black and white top. On her way out in a hooded cloud of smoke and clicking heels the last that was heard of her before the roar of her car’s engine was the husky chirp, “Tiriee Oh, tiriee Oh, Daah’ling” and with that the audience released a collective sigh of relief to be rid of her.
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