Gele, Magdalene Froid

[magdalene froid ele]

MagdaleneFroidGele.
what's up, mille-feuille? i'm Aspholdal,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm sixteen years young.
i've only been roleplaying for three years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the BLEEDIN' BATSHIT one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name , Magdalene Froid Gele
nicknames , Froid. The only one allowed to call her Maggie is her father.
age and year , Eighteen, fourth year
sexual preference , Gay
birthday , May eighteenth, 1992.
style , lolita; leans heavily towards ero and gothic, but delves into boy style when she's feeling 'masculine'.
occupation , student with a job at a nearby generic coffee shop (gotta get burando somehow, right?)

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butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , 5"5
weight , 130 lbs
tattoos and piercings , Froid is the sort to claim she's all kinds of 'inked up', but in reality, the only thing her Aunt seems to put her foot down about is tattoos. And piercings. Her logic being, 'If God wanted yer' head full'a metal, he woulda' made ya' a pincushion.' And considering she's been so bloody accommodating about everything else, Froid didn't want to push it.
best feature , Froid likes to say her hands, as they are nice, long, delicate specimens.
general , Froid is of average height, and is very pleased with that, as both her mother and father were rather diminutive; as were her brother and sister. She inherited her father's flaxen head of ramrod straight locks that (she has decided to mar by dyeing it blue) can scarcely hold a curl and makes the oh-so-coveted ringlets nigh impossible. Her skin is fair like her mother's, but only due to her strict avoidance of daylight and heavy use of parasols, this fairness is only accentuated by her devout use of cosmetics. Even at school, Froid insists on 'doing it up right', which more or less includes fake lashes (or heavy mascara, if she's feeling lazy), lipstick and the whole nine yards with her eyes.
Brand is seldom an option, however, as the girl's ample. . . blessings oftentimes prove to be a curse. She will occasionally don a corset to ease the strain, but prefers to go au-naturale more often that naught.
playby , some model. O __ O

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes , Gardening, Bathory (her Venus Fly Trap), antiques (anything brass, really, and the moth balls are an added bonus), bitter drinks, pomegranates, her parasol collection, her Auntie, wearing her bloomers as pants, and music
dislikes , The humidity (it screws with her hair and makes wearing frills cumbersome), poetry of most sorts, painting fruit, dress codes, flat hair, Streamlined architecture (for every high-rise, Froid demands there be at least fifteen cathedrals!) and ice cubes.
strengths , If she's passionate about something, she will pursue it to the best of her ability & a fairly decent memory (this does nothing, however, if she doesn't actually look at the information).
weaknesses , She's kind of awful at anything involving a modicum of common sense or logic of any kind, & she also tends to space out in any class she doesn't really like, which makes her marks in aforementioned classes sort horrible.
fears , Froid is deathly afraid of fog, and any other element that could possibly impede upon her sense of sight.
quirks , Despite all appearances, Froid only smokes, she may claim to do other sundry things, but she hasn't had a drink in her life and the thought of needles makes her swoon. She also has a thing about her books and magazines, they must be in order (her idea of order, anyway) otherwise, she can't function.
secrets , This is an unknown concept in Froid's world, really, as within ten minutes of knowing her, you will be given full disclosure of everything about her complete with a multimedia presentation and clever anecdotes.
how , The closing of a local bookstore actually began the obsession, oddly enough. Taking advantage of the killer sales, she was stalking the magazines, which just so happened to gradually merge into the 'ANIME' section (anything with drawings or Japanese influence happened to be shoved in there), a certain, glossy magazine caught her eye. Style was something the girl never really had before, and the extravagance, beauty and historical influence incorporated everything she wanted and needed.
After the usual trial and error stage, Froid began to grow more confident in her ability and even managed to add 'boy style' to her repertoire. Despite her markedly. . . not lanky frame, she enjoys wearing it just as much as her petticoats and bustles.
general , Froid is generally an affable. . . interesting person to be around, although she can easily get on the nerves of others. Especially those with little to no tolerance of the crass or obscene. She's often irreverent and snarky and engages in behavior that one would not typically associate with the refined, elegant lolita and their ilk; but, that's part of the reason why she was drawn to the style in the first place, there's a certain dichotomy to it that she enjoys.
Once a painfully shy lass, the revamping of her wardrobe successfully drew her out of her proverbial shell. She's oftentimes moody, but dangle a pretty girl in her face and she'll perk right back up.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , Seattle, Washington
family , The folks are still kicking and whatnot, Sarah Mendel and Kristofer Gele as are her two siblings; Johannes and Parsley.
pets , A stuffed bat given to her by her father. Severe allergies prevent her from keeping anything with a pulse.
best memory , Getting a bike for her eighth birthday that looked like a unicorn.
worst memory , outgrowing said bike. Being rejected by Danielle.
history , Froid's childhood was peaches and cream on rye. She was born to a couple, blissfully in love they were, they hung with the artsy crowd (which, in Seattle, encompasses nearly everyone) and they lived in a quaint little flat in the trendy (but not too trendy) side of town. Her mother liked to paint and stick things in her hair that were never meant to be there, her father wrote poems about miscellaneous objects.
She had two siblings. One boy and one girl. They got on rather well with one another, of course there was fighting as there was bound to be, but the rag-tag little family loved each other to smithereens.
Froid's mom gave her a little illustrated story book of Alice's Advenutres in Wonderland, followed by a deliciously haunting volume of Edward Gorey's work. She was coddled and bloomed under her mother's doting tutelage, she taught her the value of creativity and individualism, to use her brain, basically.
And, when Froid entered the education system, she entered it with the belief that everyone's mother dipped their feet in paint and walked on the floor while their father attempted to humanize their sugar bowl, This belief was shattered by the time she reached her third year in school. Gradually, her vibrancy faded, as she wanted it to. No longer was she this bubbly, effervescent girl, she was baige. Oatmeal. It wasn't so much that she was melancholy, Froid was just frustrated and afraid. She felt it was better to disappear than deal with any sort of attention at all.
This 'oatmeal period' lasted until Froid met a girl named Danielle. She was beautiful and perfect and everything Froid wanted to be. She drew her up and made her whole again as only a friend could, they met in grade five and quickly became fast friends.
Two years later, Froid discovered lolita, Danielle was incredibly supportive of her sudden interest and sat with Froid while she scoured page after page of brands. No matter what Froid did or said, what other said to her, Danielle was always there, by her side, them against the world. And, when Froid's feelings of friendship matured into something else entirely, she broached the subject to her greatest confidant as she had with everything else.
"I like you, Danielle, a lot." Then, she kissed her. Their first kiss, ever and the last time they'd ever be together.
That kiss, the summer going into eighth grade, ruined everything. Three weeks of silence from Danielle had Froid frantic, only to find out over an E-Mail, that the girl moved.
Froid was broken inwardly, as she had been up until Danielle had found her, but outwardly, she tried her best to maintain, but was unsuccessful. She decided, quite suddenly, that it wasn't her fault that she was ripping apart at the seams, it was Danielle. And even still, Froid can't blame the girl.
The summer before ninth grade, Froid was stricken with a severe case of wanderlust and, with the permission of her mother and father, they sent her to Essex, where her aunt lived. From there, her Aunt enrolled her in the Academy.
Although Danielle is still an incredibly tender subject, Froid enjoys attending Mille-feuille.

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password? , here comes the sun, doo da doo doo
sample post , The day had been a bloody slow one. The passing of time was punctuated only by the tick-tock kitschy clock centered directly above the blender. Froid sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time and shifted her position on the wobbly stool upon which she was perched. Her eyes trailed down to the publication she was currently flicking through -- some ancient issue of the Bible her Aunt had given her a few weeks back as a 'back to school' gift.


The girl snorted at the memory, the jerking of her head nearly causing her to fall from her precarious seat. She blinked, looking about to see that no one saw, and looked back down at the currently article -- how to make some torte or another. She scowled and flicked the glossy pages of the mook, before the jingle of bells signaled the arrival of a precious customer.

She quickly tied up her blue-berry locks and slipped a dark apron over her casual, sable jumperskirt, rolling up her frilled sleeves, her petticoat rustled as she turned to greet him.
She smiled in a forced sort of way as the man attempted to decide what he wanted.

"D'ye guys have, liiiike. . . Mocha Cappuccinos? With liiiike. . . ice? Like the ones at Starbucks?"
Froid smiled dourly, almost twitching, she nodded rigidly.
"Yes, that's why we have it up on that board there. The menu? But this isn't Starbucks." They got several of those a day, wandering in and demanding where the popular chain had gone. They had replaced it for nearly two years. Seriously.

He seemed to pause as she turned to get him his order, what great mysteries was his great mind pondering so intently? She found herself wondering. After she had gotten the ice and was ready to dispose of the contents in the blender, he gestured for her to stop.

"Waaaaaait. Do you guys have like, scones?"
God. This was going to be a long day.

andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic.

okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
it's NOT COOL.

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