Full Name: Margaret Evangeline Wilkins
Alias(es): Maggie
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: Human
Home planet: Earth
Allegiance: Herself
Occupation: Dancer
Any skills: Athletic, very flexible.




Face Claim: Amy Acker
Eye color: Hazel
Hair color/style: Brown, wavy, and ends a few inches past her collarbone.
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 116
Distinguishing features: N/A
General appearance: Amy is small and thin, not much more than muscle and bones, exactly what a dancer should be. She takes good care of her skin, keeping it free of blemishes and since she’s always inside when the sun is out, she is also very pale. Even when she’s out on the street, Maggie still moves like a dancer, feet slightly turned out, perfect posture, weight balanced mostly on her toes.

Her grin is a little lopsided, the left side curving up farther than her right and her brown eyes are wide. Lucas always said they were innocent looking. Maggie has never been good at hiding her emotions, between her eyes and her grin her face might as well be an open book.

Maggie isn't very caught up in being fashionable. She has her favorite green leather jacket, and a host of comfy, bright sweaters and dark jeans. She never, ever wears high heels, if she has to go someweher fancy, she wears flats. Comfort first.




Likes:

- Bright colors
- White Chocolate
- Dancing
- Tea
- A good joke
- Rain
- When everything is in its proper place

Dislikes:

- Liars
- Cheating scumbags
- Dark Chocolate
- Anything that sets off her allergies
- Her choreographer
- Disorganization
- Failing

Strengths:

- Loyal
- Energetic
- Friendly
- Strong
- Organized
- Brave

Weaknesses:

- Can’t focus when things are messy
- Gets lost easily
- Very trusting
- Can’t swim
- Allergic to peanuts, anything with fur, shellfish

Dreams:

- Find out who her Dad was
- Fall in love
- See the universe

Fears:

- Tight spaces
- Injuring herself to the point where she can’t dance again
- Lightning

Personality: From day one, Maggie has been a people pleaser, it’s why she never considered a life beyond ballet until it was too late to do much else. Becoming a professional ballet dancer made her grandmother happy, so she worked as hard as she could to become the best dancer that she could be. It makes Maggie uncomfortable when people are upset, especially with her and she will go far out of her way to remedy the situation.

However, just because she’s a people pleaser doesn’t mean that Maggie is a blank slate. She’s a very energetic person, it’s nearly impossible to get her to sit still for any amount of time, and she’s the friendly type, Maggie will talk to anyone. Until she moved to London four years ago, Maggie’s life was very sheltered. All her time was spent at home or at the studio, in fact, she never would have met Lucas if he hadn’t come into the studio to take photographs. Because of this, she tends to be a little more innocent and socially awkward than most people, but she tries very hard not to let it show.




Birth planet: Earth
Parents: Jonathan Wilkins (Father, assumed deceased), Evangeline Smythe (Mother, deceased)
Siblings: None
Love(s): Lucas (Ex-love)
Children: None

History: Maggie was born in Paris, but was raised in Melbourne, Australia. Since the age of four, Maggie’s life has been devoted to ballet. It her grandmother’s choice, not hers, but Maggie has never complained. Her mother died when she was eight and her father was never around, so her Grandmother was the one left responsible for her care. In order to allow Maggie to focus on ballet, her grandmother taught her at home all the way through high school. Instead of attending college, Maggie auditioned for and was accepted by the Australian Ballet Company at the age of eighteen, just like her grandmother had always hoped.

At the age of twenty, Maggie’s grandmother passed away. Now that there was no one to satisfy by becoming a successful ballerina, Maggie suddenly found that she was free to do whatever she wished. She enjoyed dancing, but ballet was starting to bore her. Her entire life had been ballet and nothing else and she was tired of it. While she was in Melbourne, Maggie met a boy, Lucas, fell in love. When he asked her to move to London with him, she immediately packed her bags and dropped out of the academy.

Two months later, Lucas had a change of heart, which resulted in a fight, which resulted in Maggie stuck in London alone. Thankfully, she had enough money to secure a small flat and her past with the Australian Ballet Company helped her get a job with a modern dance company. For a year her heart mended, her bank account gradually revived, and her life became semi-stable. Things were boring again, but she was alright with that.

Then one day a box arrived at her doorstep with a small card that read “The personal effects of Mr. J.S. Wilkins to be opened only by a Ms. Margaret Wilkins, daughter of the aforementioned.” Since she had never really known her father, the knowledge that he was deceased wasn’t nearly as upsetting as she had expected it to be. Maggie took the box back into her flat, sat down on her bed and opened it. There wasn’t much, a thick leather wristband, a photograph of him and five others that she didn’t recognize, some notebooks, a small handgun, a wad of money, and a letter addressed to her.

Margaret,
If you have received this, it means I am dead or believed to be, but most likely I am. I’m sorry that this is the way you had to find out, but as I haven’t exactly been a part of your life, I trust you aren’t too upset by my passing.
However, that is not the point of this letter. I want you to understand that nothing in this world is quite what it seems; there are universes, creatures, planets that you have never even dreamed of. I want you to see them, to truly experience the world. The wristband I enclosed will allow you do exactly that. The instructions for its use are in the small grey notebook. Be careful; use the handgun only when it is absolutely vital to your safety.

Love,
Dad.

She had always expected that her dad was a bit loony, but this letter proved it beyond a doubt. Maggie packed everything back inside the box, stuffed it under her bed and went to work. Six months went by until she touched the box again. During that time she had attempted to forget about her Dad’s letter entirely, however one phrase kept tickling her thoughts. “Nothing in this world is quite what it seems.” All of those strange occurrences that she had dismissed stood out to her; the strange stories in the news suddenly seemed slightly sinister. Finally, after an unusually terrible day at work, Maggie locked her door, closed the blinds and opened her dad’s box again.

The wristband was the first thing that she focused her attention on. A moment of examination revealed that the wristband opened to reveal a small control panel. Maggie quickly found the grey notebook her father had mentioned and flipped it open. “Vortex Manipulator (Time travel device)” was written on the first page in the same hasty script of the letter. Maggie spent the rest of the night reading the notebook and examining the device and attempting to understand its capabilities.

She hasn’t quite had the courage to use the wristband to go anywhere yet, but her curiosity is making her braver by the day, especially since work hasn’t been very pleasant lately.




Weapon(s): Small revolver, unidentified model.
Important Tech: Vortex Manipulator.
Other items: Instruction manual for manipulator.



Sample RP: The human brain generates electricity. A simple fact taught in any anatomy class. These jolts of electricity send messages to the body, triggering muscles, interpreting smells, etc. Every human body does this. Emily was no exception to this general rule. However, she had one important quirk that made her a little....abnormal.

You see, this energy, this electricity; Emily could control it, manipulate it, and generate it. The amount of energy could equal that of static cling, or be powerful enough to kill someone. This ‘gift’ did not come without its restrictions though. Emily could not produce an infinite amount of energy; there was always the possibility that if she pushed herself to far, her “circuits would overload” and that would be the end.
Thankfully, she had never come close to overloading. Through practice, she had been able to successfully generate huge amounts of energy.

Despite this abnormality, Emily looked like any other twenty something Canadian. She had dark brown, almost black, hair that reached to her collarbone and bright green eyes. Her pale hands were covered by black gloves that fit like a second skin. She wore a plain brown sundress that reached a bit past her knees, black boots, and a black leather jacket. She wore no makeup, and her only jewelry was a silver lightning bolt on a black string around her neck. All in all, she was just another face in the crowd.

Emily hung back, apprehensive. She had no idea who called this meeting, but she felt she should be present. So here she was, watching the crowd mingling, wondering if she should turn around and leave again. Trying to undermine the government and its agents was a noble cause, but she had learned well from her “dad”. Her job was to save her own skin.




Alias: Krys
Member Title: Yes, but can you do it on pointe?
Contact Information: PM
The Secret Code: ADMIN EDIT
Anything else: N/A

Hey there! Welcome to the site. I'm glad you found us! And good job on Maggie. Can't wait to see what you do with her! Have fun roleplaying!

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