Celia Jane Rochester, take your nose out of your book and meet Beautiful People. Beautiful People from June 2011, this is Celia.
Enough with the introductions and polite chit-chat, I'm on a Half NaNo schedule here. Let's cut to the chase.
What kind of music does she like?
Celia's not the kind of person who will turn on the Victrola of her own accord, but she doesn't mind listening when another member of the family has a record blaring. By proxy, she enjoys classical music (particularly Beethoven) and Broadway showtunes (except when Francie is singing them in the shower).
Does she like to go outside?
Of course. Reading in trees is great fun. Oh, you meant doing outside things like running around? Well, sure, she likes all that too, but though the pleasures of kickball have some charms for her, she should infinitely prefer a book.
Is she naturally curious?
Very. Sometimes too much for her own good. She tends to ask too many questions of perfect strangers and get Looks from Certain Older Sisters.
Right, or left handed?
Right handed. And she's thirteen-and-three-quarters. That was not part of the question, I know, but I felt the need to stick her age in somewhere--knowing how old people are is important, she'll tell you--and this seemed as good a place as any.
Pink, in all its shades and forms.
Where is she from?
Cedar Lake, Michigan, a tiny lake town (do tell!) which can hardly be called a town--it's more of a village. Its extremely boring and commonplace name is one of Celia's pet peeves. She has never been to Kalamazoo in the same state, but she has always held that that name is far more of a sit-up-and-take-notice kind.
There are certain people she dislikes, but she doesn't have any enemies to speak of. She and her cousin Sylvia have some real spats during the course of the story, however.
What are her quirks?
She likes peanut butter and jelly. On pumpernickel bread. With lettuce. It's her favorite sandwich, partly because she likes the taste, but partly because she gets intense enjoyment out of making the rest of her family gag. Oh, and she's good at playing practical jokes. Very good indeed.
What kinds of things get on her nerves?
Getting up too early. Oh, she hates that. And being asked to read picture books out loud at the breakfast table when it's all she can do to keep her face out of her cereal.
Arguing with a four-year-old, Sylvia decided, was something best not done before breakfast. “How about we make some oatmeal together?”
Patsy’s head popped up and an impish smirk popped out. “How about not?”
Sylvia sighed. “Don’t you like oatmeal?”
“How about not?” Patsy repeated.
Celia stumbled into the kitchen and then into a chair, huffing sleepily. “She’s playing the ‘how about’ game again. It’s too early, Patsycakes.”
Is she independent, or does she need others to help out?
Celia would tell you that she's an independent person, but in reality she needs a hand now and then. Now and then a lot. Don't we all?