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NAME/HANDLE: Sam
PERSONAL JOURNAL:

asbestoslegs 
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: Yes (24).
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OTHER CHARACTERS: Sanji


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CHARACTER NAME: Mary Poppins
SERIES: Mary Poppins (Disney movie wiki. Original books wiki.)
CANON POINT: Credits/ end of the first book (Mary Poppins).
AGE: Unknown.
APPEARANCE: Smart and sophisticated, Mary Poppins is always well dressed no matter the circumstances. She has neat wavy hair which is a severely dark shade of brown, pert lips painted with red lipstick, and generally wears her navy blue nursemaid's skirt, jacket, white blouse and black coat. She wears a black hat decorated with flowers, and often wears a pair of black leather gloves. She owns two pairs of highly sensible shoes; one lilac one pink, is neither tall nor short, and carries a parrot-handled umbrella.

PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY: None.

PERSONALITY: Practically perfect in every way, Mary Poppins is very far from your ordinary nursemaid. Just how long she's been in the business of fixing broken families and flying off before they can thank her is unknown, but what's for certain is that she's very good at it, which has led to the perhaps unfortunate trait that she is nigh on impossible to thank. Not that many people are brave enough to do so; despite being dedicated to helping people and bringing out the best in them, Mary can be very cold and positively terrifying on occasion. She accepts no nonsense but gives plenty in return, and above all things there is one thing that must be explained when it comes to Miss Poppins; and that is that she never explains herself to anyone.

 In general conversation she is terse, to the point and can be acridly sarcastic. Cryptic and elusive as she is about herself and her past, Mary is utterly vain and adores flattery, and is perhaps a little too fond of making herself even more beautiful than she already is. Strict and stern, it can sometimes be hard to love the lovely Miss Poppins, but she has a true and tried strain of kindness that runs right through her, and she will do absolutely everything she can to fix things; be it a sock that needs to be darned or a heart that needs mending. Her words might be harsh, but they always ring with truth and usually find their mark, and she will never, ever back down from a fight. Elegant and ladylike she may be, but you have to pity the poor soul who attempts to take Mary down. With her unworldly powers, it isn't just her sharp tongue you'll have to defend yourself against if you rub her the wrong way.

Mary may not appear to have any soft spots, but she is very protective of children and will take any child (perceived or literal) under her wing, no matter how stroppy or spoilt. She can cook, clean, and by goodness can she ever sing. Perhaps the amount of dance and song that accompanies such a formidable creature will seem surprising, but with a set of pipes that would put a lark to shame there can be very few people who can't say that they would object to being sung a lullaby or two by this nursery maid. 

Mary can be quite impatient, not to mention contradictory, so it can be a little vexing when she determinedly turns on her heel and expects people who have been following her to immediately change direction. As restrained and curt as she is, it isn't unknown for her to lose her temper, and heaven help you if she does. Mary can sulk like no other, and if you really upset her there's no telling what she'll do to you. Needless to say it's probably wiser not to try to find out.

ABILITIES: Mary Poppins is, as previously stated, not your average nanny. She can fly by employing the use of her loud-mouthed umbrella, albeit in the slow and graceful manner, and has a way of bending reality to her will. It is possible for her to levitate herself for brief spans of time by rapidly spinning in an impressive dance move, but it doesn't last for very long. 

She isn't an all powerful reality altering wizard as such, but has a habit of poking the sides of what ought to happen until it does what it oughtn't. This encompasses such strange feats as creating a staircase out of smoke, owning a measuring tape that can perfectly summarise your personality and a bottle of medicine that never runs out. Her reflections, in mirrors or other surfaces, are not entirely restrained to her own movements, and while this might come in useful once in a while they're as strong willed as their owner and don't always do as she wishes them to.

The medicine itself holds no great healing powers, but is undoubtedly good for you, and will certainly bolster a person's constitution to a remarkable degree for a good day or two. It contains your daily dose of every vitamin you need, and naturally comes in the flavour of your choosing.

Yes, even fish-fingers and custard. 

Her bottomless bag also seems to break several rules of reality, and can hold anything that can fit through the large opening, which is about the width of a grown man's shoulders. It is, therefore, not impossible for her to transport a person within it, but it would certainly be a very uncomfortable ride. If anyone has imagined what it would be like to be tossed about in the clutter at the bottom of a woman's purse, they might not find travelling by suitcase such a tempting prospect, especially with a large potted plant and hat stand into the bargain. 

The hat stand itself is a large, solid object made of metal, and would most certainly cause considerably damage if applied forcibly to the back of someone's head. Miss Poppins is a rather formidable lady, and not as meagre in physique as she appears, so it isn't out of the question that she would employ the object for more than supporting her wardrobe should the occasion demand it. She has a limited ability to control (or attempt to control) inanimate objects around her, such as household furniture, but it doesn't imbue them with any great intelligence. For example, she could command a wardrobe to open for her and sort the clothes within it by colour, but it wouldn't be able to walk about, nor would it remain active when she left the room. 

Mary also has the ability to talk to animals, but she almost never translates, leaving people to listen to half of a conversation and wonder just what it is that robins have such strong opinions about. In a more practical sense (and if Mary is any one thing, it is practical), Mary is a very gifted seamstress and can mend almost any item of clothing. She can clean rooms in an uncannily short amount of time, often with some assistance from the room itself, and there isn't a person in the world who can brew a better cup of tea.

POSSESSIONS: The clothes on her back and a large carpet bag containing; one large mirror with gilt frame. Two lamps; one desk-sized one standing. One large metal hat stand. One potted plant. One bottle of never-ending medicine. One highly unusual measuring tape. Two spare sets of clothes; one red, one grey (current apparel deep blue with black coat, black hat and lilac shoes). Two spare blouses. One spare set of shoes (pink). One powder compact (colour varies). Two sets of spare gloves (black, leather). One far-too-talkative parrot-handled umbrella. One travel-sized, folding map of London (extended version).

samples.
JOURNAL ENTRY SAMPLE: [The compass switches on to depict a neatly dressed young woman with a fiercely capable, expressionless face arranging her hat in the mirror. The fact that the compass doesn't appear to be being held by her hardly seems to faze her, nor does the fact that, when she turns to address the device, her reflection continues to spruce her already picture perfect hair.]

[Her voice is the very ideal of clipped, received pronunciation English.]

Well, this isn't quite the next stop I had expected to arrive at, but then it is so dreadfully commonplace to do what is expected.

Besides, it certainly appears that my services are required aboard this... unique vessel. [A scathing finger runs along the wall, coming away decidedly less clean but no less manicured.] In more than one way.

[Her reflection pulls a face of distaste at the filth before walking off to some other, deeper part of the mirror as the lady herself crosses her hands neatly over her lap in a business-like manner.]

I suppose we shall have a great deal of time to get to know one another- well, for me to get to know you- but an introduction never goes amiss. My name is Mary Poppins. I am a professional nanny, I never give my references, and I believe you will find me to be practically perfect in every way. If you have any complaints with my methods I would advise you to direct them to the same unscrupulous fellows who have decided to incarcerate us on this less than charming ship.

[Another bout of unnecessary hair arranging and preening.] -but really, I can't imagine that anyone could have any complaint with me, and I have quite the imagination, you know.

THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE:

It is not generally an accepted fact that umbrellas are a suitable means of transport.

Not that Mary Poppins was in the habit of sticking to the status quo regarding transport. Nor, indeed, any other aspect of life. Thus it was quite beneath her notice that flying over the top of a wind-swept ship in the midst of a storm with nothing but a parrot-handled umbrella to support oneself from the clutches of gravity is not, on the whole, something that ought to happen.

If anyone had informed her of this fact it is almost certain that she would have paid absolutely no notice to them either. On the whole, Mary was quite of the opinion that there were very few people in the world who were worth paying attention to more than herself. So saying she executed her perfectly graceful landing on the metalwork of the crane, heels together and toes out, as if this was something she was quite used to doing every day. Which it was.

"Definitely not London."

The tilting vessel and the pitching sea is given a stern looking over, as if her keen gaze would be sufficient incentive for them to brush themselves off, pull their socks up and generally gets their act together. A delicately fingered glove delves into the depths of her bag, arm disappearing into the carpet fabric a great deal further than seemed quite possible as she rummages about for a minute, eventually extracting something that looked like a map of the London underground. She flicks the creased rectangle of paper open with one hand.

"Hm. Not even the Themes. Or the Channel. Or the Atlantic."

The piece of paper seems to grow larger with every flick, various oceans and strains of water marked out with neat lines, islands that were and surely weren't peppering the expanse of blue. Eventually she gives it up as a loss, the map tucking itself back together into a neat booklet the size of her palm to be dropped back into the vast chasm of her travelling case.

"Well, I don't suppose that the where much matters."

"-so how about the why?" A coarse, mocking voice contributes from beneath her arm, the green feathered sculpture on the end of her umbrella speaking up for the first time against the folds of her coat. She continues to scan the horizon, seeming to ignore the garrulous bird as it squawks away against the wind.

"I'd like to know why this place is giving me the collywobbles for one. What kind of a boat doesn't have bunting, eh? An' what about this weather! Cor blimey! It's like Manchester in the middle of March out here, and another thing-"

The parrot never manages to state what this 'another thing' is, however, as his beak is pinched firmly together by a quietly forceful pair of fingers and a reproachful glance.

"Now, that's quite enough out of you. We have a great deal to do here. Besides..." The umbrella is opened once more and hoisted skywards, as the good nanny begins her descent to the deck.

"You know I don't answer such silly questions as 'why'."