Poppins, Mary

[Mary Poppins]

Poppins, Mary



"We Are But the Players"

Name: Mary Poppins
Age: It is never polite to ask a woman her age. However, some say she has the look of a 29-year-old.
Story: England, of course. (Although that has been up for some debate since the wind changed.)
Affiliation: Good
Occupation: Governess (Nanny can be such a vulgar word.)

"Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder"

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Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5’8”
Weight: Well, I’ve never. That’s worse than the age question. Approximately 55kg.
General Build: Ms. Poppins is rather slight of build (the wind is a difficult element to traverse otherwise) and, of course, carries perfect posture. Standing quite tall, she has definite presence and uses this to her advantage when establishing her authority. She always walks with poise and keeps a precise distance between her head and chest to ensure her face is viewed at its best advantage. Please, also take note of her exceptional turnout.

Play-by: Julie Andrews

"All of it is Elementry"

Personality: Practically perfect. Mary Poppins is often inclined to get on the wrong side of people. Well, truthfully, they’re on the wrong side of her, but this is usually because they have not spent enough time with her to know that beneath her prim and proper exterior is a kind and loving heart. Kind of. She is never too stern.

She is always well-presented and takes great pride in her appearance. To some, she is arrogant and vain, but we all know that people who use words like that are only self-projecting. Her refinement is, of course, not her fault and she will suffer no nonsense or anything below standard.

While her comings and goings can be changeable, she is most definitely not. She is not inclined to be temperamental and her disposition never wavers to either grouchy or ridiculous. (Although, it takes very little to offend her if you talk badly about her directly.) She is honest, dependable and straightforward in all things. And I do mean all things, even the negative. She will tell you that you look awful. When the going gets tough, Mary gets out her carpetbag. If you’re in the fight, you want Mary on your side.

Weapons: Well, she tries not to get into situations in which these are required, but she has a few up her sleeve. (Magical ones, not literal ones. That would hardly match her outfit. Although, her umbrella could undoubtedly be lethal if called to rise to the occasion.)
Skills: She has many, keeping children in line being one of them. Some have called her magical, but she has encouraged them not to be absurd. Her communication with creatures not of her species has others rather confused.
Mother: We must all have parents, musn’t we? But if she does have a mother, I’ve never met her.
Father: See above.
Siblings: None as spoken of.
Other family: Albert Poppins, her uncle. He is a kind and hospitable man, enjoying nothing more than an excellent tea party. He has also been known to suffer strange fits.

History:

There has been much speculation about Ms. Poppins’s history. Although she never divulges personal information, except to tell everyone how wonderful she is, some aspects have been documented from her forays into the lives of a young British family called the Bankses.

Her origins remain a mystery, although Mary poppins herself maintains that England is her home. After all, you cannot come and go unceasingly. It would get tedious. As such, one assumes she resides with her Uncle Albert when not in residence with her charges, which is rare.

Her family life is, again, unclear, but her one known relative (although the actual familial relationship has yet to be proved beyond her calling him ‘Uncle’) is her Uncle Albert. She visits whenever she can and often takes a Second Tuesday (she has every Second Tuesday off) to engage her uncle in an afternoon of what seems to be affectionate scolding. These visits were confirmed by the Banks children who reported having been invited to an afternoon tea party. Uncle Albert seems to have some unusual qualities including extreme laughing fits and tea parties on the ceiling. It has been confirmed that these two occurrences are related.

For many years, it is suspected that Ms Poppins has moved from family to family to take charge of rogue children, teaching them life lessons through the appropriate use of tough love sugared in with what appears to be adventures of the somewhat magical sort. The Banks children have reported jumping in and out of chalk pictures, communication with animal species, horse races and visiting a myriad of exotic cultures with the use of a compass. (The origins and current location of this ‘compass’ are, as yet, unknown.) When asked about her ability to talk to animals, she inferred that it is a talent we all posses as children, but lose as we grow older.

All witnesses to her appearances and later disappearances have noted that it is most unusual and Jane and Michael Banks have often commented that she travels on the wind, coming and going as it changes. (Although, this too, is as yet unconfirmed.) The Royal Air Force has reported through an anonymous source that a strange object has been recorded flying over Bristol with an umbrella. This seems to coincide with the Banks story.

The only other witness to her exploits is a man called ‘Bert’. While her relationship with this man is somewhat ambiguous, it is clear that they have been friends for some time. He, however, has not divulged anything more surrounding Ms. Poppins’s life except to say that she occasionally ‘pops-in’ to see him on a Second Tuesday and enjoys raspberry ice, cake and tea.

More recently, she has continued to ‘pop-in’ to Jane and Michael Banks’s lives at intervals, but is assumed to be assisting other families. Her current location is unknown.

"But All the World is a Stage"

Name: Lauren (Although, I also go by Lady of Awesomeness. That was a joke.)
Years Roleplaying: 6.
How did you find us?: Moonlight Serenade
RP Example:
Saphron settled down at her desk and pulled off her dragon hide gloves. She had just been refreshing the soil around the Flutterby Bushes and, although she needed no protection from them, many students had complained about the state of their returned essays. Apparently, Dragon Dung wasn't fashionable amongst the fussier cliques.

Having finished her first task, she picked up her quill and gave a contented sigh. The essays she was marking were an assignment on the origins of Bulgarian Snoot Grass which had, in fact, been discovered in Surrey. She loved Snoot grass and could think of no better way to spend her time. She read the first line of the opening essay, "Bulgarian Snoot Grass, while rare and extremely useful, has been living a lie."

She frowned. That was quite a nasty remark. After all, the grass had hardly named itself and... Her eyes widened in horror.

"Jim!" she yelled, standing immediately, her chair falling back. She ducked under her desk and searched frantically, "Jim?" She stood again and searched the room. Nothing. He was gone. Her fingers went instantly to her mouth as she chewed on a fingernail with concern. Jim was quite curious and it was dangerous for him if he ever got out... Her worst fears were being realised. She had to calm herself. She looked down at the empty spot on her desk which had alerted her in the first place. She bit her lip.

Then, she saw it, a little pile of soil at the door. She panicked, if he was loosing soil then she had to find him fast. "Accio Jim!" she yelled, pulling out her wand. She heard a thud as James Hambunckle, an unfortunate First Year, slammed into her office door. She covered her mouth with her hand and rushed to open the door. James fell at her feet, "Oh, how clumsy can you be Fi?" She yelled at herself, James seemed terrified.

"Er, sorry Professor, I was just..."

"No, no, I'm sorry. I was looking for my friend Jim and well in a panic I summoned away, quite silly of me," she smiled apologetically at him and helped him up. Luckily he was quite a smart First Year and immediately registered that a 'friend' of Professor Strelitzia's had to be a plant.

"Erm, if it's any help, I did see a potplant outside Professor Alymere's office..." Saphron's eyes widened and she kissed the boy on the cheek and fled down the corridor. He blushed immediately and hurried to gather his things.

When she arrived at Lyssa's office door, however, despair returned. There was no Jim, only another small pile of soil. "Oh Jim!" she yelled loudly outside the door, a little annoyed that he was being so misbehaved, "How can I find you if you don't stay put!?" Perhaps Lyssa could help her, although Saphron had noticed a hesitance she showed towards plants. Quite strange, everyone knew they were the best things in the world.

OOC: I know some of it looks like God-moding, but James Hambunckle was not controlled by another player. I invented him for comical purposes. [/blockquote]