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Paradisa Application!
Apr. 13th, 2013 06:40 pmLondon Tipton is a rich, beautiful and conceited heiress who grew up in the pent house suite of the hotel that her father, Wilfred Tipton owns. The Tipton hotel where she originally resides in Boston is only one piece of the international chain of hotels scattered across the globe. (Yes, she’s a Disney Channel charicature of Paris Hilton. Eh? Eh?) Given her money related star status, she is often hounded by the paparazzi, and always wants to look her best to avoid being captured in an icky photograph in the tabloids.
Her birthday is never actually stated, but London has mentioned the fact that she is a Libra. Towards the end of the series, she’s nearing about 19 years of age. She inherited her looks from her Thai mother, so two words sum up her general appearance: Hot Asian. She loves being surrounded by beautiful and lavish things, and she grew up having most things done for her. It takes her a while to appreciate what she has, considering the fact that hardships rarely come her way. Although she is ridiculously rich, she doesn’t hold back from being quite generous every once in a while. Let’s just say that when she tips a waiter, it’s about equal to a month or two of his salary.
London has quite a reputation for not being very smart. In fact, she has been held back in her classes a few times, making her a little older than her classmates. Her ignorance of the way regular people live, and the presumption that she’s never opened a book in her life, are seen in many different ways, from adorable to annoying. She’s been to three different high schools in her father’s attempts to get her to concentrate. But her lack of attention span and interest only in herself block her from learning much. As a result, she tends to be quite naïve, and learns most things from experience.
From a young age, London hasn’t had her parents around very much. They divorced when she was very young, and since then, she’s had a revolving door of step-moms totaling about 15. She doesn’t see her father very often, considering he’s always away on business, and only one of her step-moms has ever really tried to reach out to her. (Presumably step-mom number 12.) She has grown a bit of resentment toward her father and all of his ex wives, but he wins her over with expensive and shiny things. Her father also tends to smooth things over with trips to many international locations where she would be spoiled with fantastic purchases and expensive gifts. London often brings her purchases back to rub in the faces of the poorer inhabitants of the Tipton hotel, otherwise known as her friends and classmates.
London sometimes takes out her frustrations on her friends (or simply forgets that they’re not her lap dogs,) by gloating, reminding them of her status, bribing them to do her bidding, or being just plain unfair. Of course, they have been known to take her down a peg or two when she steps out of line. This has not only made London more tolerable for them most of the time, but it’s made London realize how lucky she is that they never really abandoned her, like some of her rich friends have done in the past. She even lets her generosity take over in response to their kindness, and will often return a favor that she takes to heart tenfold.
The Tipton hotel isn’t the only place where London resides. Her most current home away from home is aboard the cruise ship the S.S. Tipton. When London’s grades failed to improve, her father placed her aboard the cruise ship where he had implemented a floating boarding school. Most of her friends were lucky enough to attend the sea school as well, in addition to some new ones, and they’ve helped to keep her grounded and focused. For the most part.
ABILITIES: London’s greatest ability is fashion. It doesn’t account for much to the normal person, but she’s quite fashion forward and can make anybody over, whether they want a makeover or not. She also has the ability to make most young men bend to her whim and do her bidding, but it might not blow over so well in Paradisa. That, and the fact that she probably owns more credit cards than Paris Hilton herself.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: As the sun shines through the large window, London stirs, not quite able to do more than feel the warmth of the sun. Curling up onto her side, she takes in the softness of her bed.
So soft… this is way different from that lumpy old life raft I went to sleep on…
The heiress rolls onto her back again and pushes herself up into a sitting position. With a yawn, she pulls back the silken sleep mask embroidered with the word Princess in perfect calligraphy. As she squints, her eyes adjusting to the light, her vision becomes clearer, capturing unfamiliar surroundings. The faint smile on her lips turns into a look of confusion as she realizes she has no idea where she is.
“Bailey?” she says, looking for another bed to her left. But there’s none. Just the vast expanse of bed that she’s on, covered with unfamiliar bedclothes. She looks around again and the smile returns, this time as a grin. “They finally moved Bailey out of my room and they redecorated it? Eee! Yay me!” she says with a happy squeal and a clap, tossing the covers off and jumping to her feet. She looks at that soft bed, wrinkling her nose at the gaudy pattern. “These sheets are kind of tacky, but that can be fixed.”
Her attention is drawn to the fact that there’s a lot more natural light than she’s used to on a cruise ship. “They even replaced that stupid port hole with an actual window!” She hurries to the window and tosses back the curtain, peering through the glass. Instead of endless ocean, she can see what appears to be a stretch of land, covered with beautiful scenery and dotted with adorable buildings. “Hm. We must be docked somewhere,” she says cheerfully. She skips to the vanity, a pitiful frown forming on her face when she realizes that her makeup and her cell phone are nowhere to be found. “I bet Bailey took my phone and makeup as payback for getting kicked out. Now how am I supposed to text Moseby?” After thinking about it for a second or two, she gives a shrug, flipping her hair as she sets her sights on the closet. “I guess I’ll have to just get dressed and go find him.” Without a second glance, London makes her way to the closet and opens the door.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” The sight she sees makes her shriek, her arms flailing as she stumbles back from the threshold. Perching on the edge of her bed, she clutches at her chest, gasping for breath. “C-c-c-closet… empty…!”
FIRST-PERSON JOURNAL SAMPLE: Ooh! A diary with my name in it! It’s pretty, but they emptied out my closet to give me this thing? Oh well, I might as well write in it until I can go shopping again. Some of that stuff was last season anyway.
Oo, look, a hair feather! [She tucks the quill pen behind her ear.] Now all I need is a pen… Or a dictator, to write down what I say! Too bad this book doesn’t just copy what I say on its own.
*gasp* It does! Wait… I didn’t write any of this! I didn’t say any of it either. They exchanged my clothes for a notebook that’s already full? Uh! Worst interior decorators ever! I should tell Moseby to have them fired!
INTENT: London Tipton is a character that I’ve played in another game for a while, and although she’s a bit of a crack character, she’s such a blast to write. It’s fun to have her interact with many different types of characters and watch her learn and evolve. I decided she needed a new atmosphere for her personality to roam and mingle. And besides, she would probably fare a lot better in a game where she doesn’t have to count on other players for survival.
Her birthday is never actually stated, but London has mentioned the fact that she is a Libra. Towards the end of the series, she’s nearing about 19 years of age. She inherited her looks from her Thai mother, so two words sum up her general appearance: Hot Asian. She loves being surrounded by beautiful and lavish things, and she grew up having most things done for her. It takes her a while to appreciate what she has, considering the fact that hardships rarely come her way. Although she is ridiculously rich, she doesn’t hold back from being quite generous every once in a while. Let’s just say that when she tips a waiter, it’s about equal to a month or two of his salary.
London has quite a reputation for not being very smart. In fact, she has been held back in her classes a few times, making her a little older than her classmates. Her ignorance of the way regular people live, and the presumption that she’s never opened a book in her life, are seen in many different ways, from adorable to annoying. She’s been to three different high schools in her father’s attempts to get her to concentrate. But her lack of attention span and interest only in herself block her from learning much. As a result, she tends to be quite naïve, and learns most things from experience.
From a young age, London hasn’t had her parents around very much. They divorced when she was very young, and since then, she’s had a revolving door of step-moms totaling about 15. She doesn’t see her father very often, considering he’s always away on business, and only one of her step-moms has ever really tried to reach out to her. (Presumably step-mom number 12.) She has grown a bit of resentment toward her father and all of his ex wives, but he wins her over with expensive and shiny things. Her father also tends to smooth things over with trips to many international locations where she would be spoiled with fantastic purchases and expensive gifts. London often brings her purchases back to rub in the faces of the poorer inhabitants of the Tipton hotel, otherwise known as her friends and classmates.
London sometimes takes out her frustrations on her friends (or simply forgets that they’re not her lap dogs,) by gloating, reminding them of her status, bribing them to do her bidding, or being just plain unfair. Of course, they have been known to take her down a peg or two when she steps out of line. This has not only made London more tolerable for them most of the time, but it’s made London realize how lucky she is that they never really abandoned her, like some of her rich friends have done in the past. She even lets her generosity take over in response to their kindness, and will often return a favor that she takes to heart tenfold.
The Tipton hotel isn’t the only place where London resides. Her most current home away from home is aboard the cruise ship the S.S. Tipton. When London’s grades failed to improve, her father placed her aboard the cruise ship where he had implemented a floating boarding school. Most of her friends were lucky enough to attend the sea school as well, in addition to some new ones, and they’ve helped to keep her grounded and focused. For the most part.
ABILITIES: London’s greatest ability is fashion. It doesn’t account for much to the normal person, but she’s quite fashion forward and can make anybody over, whether they want a makeover or not. She also has the ability to make most young men bend to her whim and do her bidding, but it might not blow over so well in Paradisa. That, and the fact that she probably owns more credit cards than Paris Hilton herself.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: As the sun shines through the large window, London stirs, not quite able to do more than feel the warmth of the sun. Curling up onto her side, she takes in the softness of her bed.
So soft… this is way different from that lumpy old life raft I went to sleep on…
The heiress rolls onto her back again and pushes herself up into a sitting position. With a yawn, she pulls back the silken sleep mask embroidered with the word Princess in perfect calligraphy. As she squints, her eyes adjusting to the light, her vision becomes clearer, capturing unfamiliar surroundings. The faint smile on her lips turns into a look of confusion as she realizes she has no idea where she is.
“Bailey?” she says, looking for another bed to her left. But there’s none. Just the vast expanse of bed that she’s on, covered with unfamiliar bedclothes. She looks around again and the smile returns, this time as a grin. “They finally moved Bailey out of my room and they redecorated it? Eee! Yay me!” she says with a happy squeal and a clap, tossing the covers off and jumping to her feet. She looks at that soft bed, wrinkling her nose at the gaudy pattern. “These sheets are kind of tacky, but that can be fixed.”
Her attention is drawn to the fact that there’s a lot more natural light than she’s used to on a cruise ship. “They even replaced that stupid port hole with an actual window!” She hurries to the window and tosses back the curtain, peering through the glass. Instead of endless ocean, she can see what appears to be a stretch of land, covered with beautiful scenery and dotted with adorable buildings. “Hm. We must be docked somewhere,” she says cheerfully. She skips to the vanity, a pitiful frown forming on her face when she realizes that her makeup and her cell phone are nowhere to be found. “I bet Bailey took my phone and makeup as payback for getting kicked out. Now how am I supposed to text Moseby?” After thinking about it for a second or two, she gives a shrug, flipping her hair as she sets her sights on the closet. “I guess I’ll have to just get dressed and go find him.” Without a second glance, London makes her way to the closet and opens the door.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” The sight she sees makes her shriek, her arms flailing as she stumbles back from the threshold. Perching on the edge of her bed, she clutches at her chest, gasping for breath. “C-c-c-closet… empty…!”
FIRST-PERSON JOURNAL SAMPLE: Ooh! A diary with my name in it! It’s pretty, but they emptied out my closet to give me this thing? Oh well, I might as well write in it until I can go shopping again. Some of that stuff was last season anyway.
Oo, look, a hair feather! [She tucks the quill pen behind her ear.] Now all I need is a pen… Or a dictator, to write down what I say! Too bad this book doesn’t just copy what I say on its own.
*gasp* It does! Wait… I didn’t write any of this! I didn’t say any of it either. They exchanged my clothes for a notebook that’s already full? Uh! Worst interior decorators ever! I should tell Moseby to have them fired!
INTENT: London Tipton is a character that I’ve played in another game for a while, and although she’s a bit of a crack character, she’s such a blast to write. It’s fun to have her interact with many different types of characters and watch her learn and evolve. I decided she needed a new atmosphere for her personality to roam and mingle. And besides, she would probably fare a lot better in a game where she doesn’t have to count on other players for survival.
