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Post by Estelle Harclove on Jul 13, 2008 21:09:24 GMT -5
• Estelle Harclove •
` ` basics .
Name: Estelle Harclove
Age: 87
Job: Retired math teacher at Salem High
Race: human
Powers: None
` ` the inside .
Likes:: A fine glass of Scotch
Complaining about those crazy kids
Hanging with her Gypsy friends
Watching Matlock
Crocheting
Going to the theatre
Dislikes: Prunes
People that assume she loves prunes because she's old
Those crazy kids on her lawn
Those new fangled computers
Cabbage
Nights without Bingo
Quirks: Rabid dislike for prunes
Runs into walls with walker
Must ALWAYS be home in time for Matlock
Drives faster than the average 87 year old (only so many years left, why not?)
A bit of an alcoholic
Kind of clueless, but means well.
Secrets: Steals batteries whenever at the grocery store
Has a HUGE crush on Alex Trebek of Jeopardy
Graded papers drunk as a teacher
Specialty: Teaching math
Being stubborn and ornery
Getting those punk kids off the lawn
Crochet
Driving REALLY fast and not getting caught
Weaknesses: Can't go very far without her walker
Prunes
Falls asleep by 9pm
Kind of clueless
Hearing is on the fritz
Personality: Estelle, a retired math teacher who served for 40 years as a 10th grade teacher at Salem High, is not your typical senior citizen. Not afraid of a good drink or two, she always looks forward to her weekly happy hours with her gypsy friends in the neighborhood. Estelle LOVES a good arguement, and often argues against the government that she is so very tired of dealing with. She loves to complain whenever she can, especially when it comes to the kids who enjoy playing on her lawn. She's known in her neighborhood for chasing the kids away with a broom, despite the fact that she secretly loves their presence in her life. Really, she's a little lonely, and they give her something to care about.
Estelle is an always loyal friend to anyone she takes a liking to. She's really pretty easy to get along with one you get to know her, and she loves to talk. She's a little clueless, but also not afraid to speak her mind. She's kind of an unusual melding of Rose and Sophia from TV's Golden Girls in that she has the best of intentions in the world, is kind of clueless about how things work, and yet can be blunt and abrasive to those she loves. She's not afraid of those things that people her age usually are, or, at least, if she is, she refuses to show it. A proud and strong old woman, many who come to know her for who she is love her company and know that deep down she is a truly wonderful person and an asset to the Salem community.
` ` the outside .
Celebrity: Betty White
Hair color: Blonde with gray streaks mixed in
Eye color: Brown
Height: 5'5"
Weight:135
Distinguishing marks: Dyed hair that isn't always fully dyed.
` ` the past .
Family members:
Abraham Harclove (Father, deceased)
Gertrude Harclove (Mother)
Selma Harclove (Batty sister)
Bob Harclove (Husband, deceased)
Don Harclove (Criminal mastermind son)
History: Estelle was born to parents Abraham and Gertrude Harclove on April 2nd, 1921 in Brooklyn, NY, her family being recent immigrants from Russia. Beginning life as a textile worker at the age of 7, Estelle always loved numbers, and, in fact, it has been said that Estelle single handedly saved her company, Loopy for Textiles, with her mathematical equations and applications of them for greater efficiency. She was commended by her boss for her great work, and at that moment knew she wanted to be a mathematician. Her Father was always very supportive of her, so when he died when she was 15 in a freak pudding factory accident, it was from that moment on she swore she would reach her dream for the sake of her Dad.
Estelle then went on to learn math, graduating top of her class in 1942 at Johns Hopkins University. It was there where she met Bob, a hobo from West Virginia that captured her heart with his innovative ways and rugged masculinity. A lover of coffee, she met him while he was temporarily employed by a local coffee shop. He gave her free coffee, and the rest was history. She moved with him to West Virginia, where she found a teaching position at Salem High. She came to love teaching, and eventually they had their first and only son, Don, in May of 1950.
As Don grew up, it turned out he loved to steal things. It was one of his favorite things to do, but he would do it for the thrill of it, not the objects themselves. When Estelle found out about this hobby, contrary to common sense, she was enthralled. She loved it because she could use her math to find the most efficient way to pull off a heist. She was the brains, and he the muscle of the operation, and to this day nobody has found out. They still work together on occasion, just for kicks. Her husband Bob, who she met while clamming in the Adirondacks, passed away 5 years ago while on an impromptu lobstering trip off the coast of Maine. He will always be remembered for his love of shellfish and Estelle. She misses him, but is enjoying her life today stealing with her son Don and being generally ornery with her friends and loved ones.
` ` the puppet master .
Your name or alias: Cory
The Code:?
Role play sample: [can be recycled. The best you’ve got!]
Well, I'm kinda completely totally new to this, but I'll give it a shot. Why not? Here's my first attempt:
As Estelle walked down the hallway of her apartment, she stopped and wondered to herself "what was I doing again?" She often had difficulty remembering what she was planning on doing at any given moment. Many of her friends insisted that she was losing her memory, but she had always been that way. Maybe that's why her hallway was covered in photos of her past. Giving up on remembering what she was up to, she decided to take a stroll down memory lane. That's what called her hallway, at least. She takes an especially long look at a photo of her and her son on their first bank robbery together. Her clutching a large blueprint of the bank, him a big burlap sack with a green dollar sign on the front. That was a good memory. She liked good memories, it gave her a lot to be proud of in her life, and that, she figured, was one of the most important parts of being old. To be satisfied.
As she walked further down the hall, she saw a picture of her and her friends from town, and she finally remembered what she was supposed to be doing. "Oh lordy, I was supposed to be at happy hour 40 minutes ago!" she thought to herself. She figured she still had 15 minutes left by the time she got there, and she could easily guzzle down a few glasses of scotch in that time. They used to have happy hour over at Bluestone, but it got far too crowded and full of young people, so it was moved to her buddy Jackson's place. Estelle liked this better anyway, she could yell whatever she wanted and no one would give her a second glance. After all, everyone knew her well enough to know she was just trying to get their goats. Estelle grabbed her favorite bottle of scotch, another bottle of whiskey, just in case, and got ready for a rabble rousing night on the town.
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