Post by Catherine 'Ather' Wise on Jun 2, 2008 15:50:53 GMT -5
Character Basics
Name: Catherine Aleksandria Nikolia Wise
Gender: female
Age:16
Year:6th
House Wanted:Gryffindor or Ravenclaw
Wand: 12 inches, willow with the right fang of a vampire for the core
Race: (Human, Werewolf, Vampire, etc.) Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Status(Single, Taken, Getting Married)Single
Appearance (one paragraphs, minimum four lines ).
Ather, as she likes to be called, has long black hair, a trait she got from her Father's Family. Her eyes are silver, something she got from her mother. She's very thin and pale, seeing as she rarely goes out into the sunlight. She looks as if a strong wind could blow her over.
Looks:
Celeb Face(NO ANIME):Sar Bennet
Picture:
Hair: waist length black, sometimes with colored streaks
Eyes: silver
Body Typethin
Accent (Must have one): Russian when mad, english all other times
Height:5'1"
Weight100lbs
Character Acts:
Personality: (one paragraph minimum.)The Shy Girl;;
Ather takes a while to warm up to most people. There's a shyness and innocence about her. She still believes in magic fully and will talk to anyone about it as well. You can think she's crazy, or think she's amazing, but either way, she can somehow end up on people's minds. Her shy tendencies don't often leave her with a lot of friends, but once she makes a friend, it takes a lot to break the trust.
The Front-woman;;
Ather seems like a totally different person once she's stepped onto stage. She seems cool,confidant and ready to face what ever happens. Once she's on stage she becomes spastic and she's alway jumping around on stage, playing and singing to her heart content.
The Tomboy;;
Ather may come off as a major tomboy, but inside, she's a bit more girly. She likes to keep a healthy balance between the two. She takes pride in being known as someone who can kick some major ass and be one of the guys, but also wants to be someone's girl.
The Sometime Needed Bitch;;
Ather isn't often a bitch, just when you rub her the wrong way. When pissed off bad enough she'll snap and will be, and can, willing to beat your ass. She's rude if you're rude back and if you mess with her friends, well good luck to you.
The Guard-Cat;;
Because of her Bi-polarmainia, inherited from both parents, her friends compare her to a cat. They tell her she can be unpredictable at times. She's very protective of her friends. She normally gets into fights for defending her friends, and not worrying about herself at all.
Likes:
Dislikes:.
History
(one paragraph minimum, go in dept) Ather was born on February first to Arthur and Aleksandra Wise. She was a pretty little girl with a shock of black hair. She wasn't a difficult baby, for about the first six or seven months.But once her teeth started to come in she discovered she had a pair of lungs and boy could she scream!
She had a normal life up until she was four,that was when her parents split up. Her mother was given custody of her. After the Divorce her father became a drunk, and her mother got into drugs. She spent most of her child hood disposing of any drugs and alcohol she found at both of her parents houses. It was very hard on her while she was growing up in her broken family.
In Elementary School was was teased from a young age because of her grasp, or lack-there-of, of the spoken English languge. She spent a lot of time trying to ignore the stares and taunts and became very shy as a result, something she never really outgrew.
It wasn't until she was ten that she even found out that both of her parents where witches, a wizard in her fathers case. It shocked the young girl so much. She'd never known about magic and she didn't understand why they lived the way they did if her parents could do magic
When she entered Hogwarts she got into music. She'd been singing for as long as she could remember but when she was in her first year someone put a guitar in her hands and from then on she was hooked.
It was also in her first year that her mother had 'invited' a vampire into their home. When Ather woke up from a black out the next morning she'd discovered that she'd been bitten.
When she turned fourteen her father died. He'd been killed in a bar room fight,struck on the temple with a cue stick. Surprisingly it hit Ather hard, she went into mourning four a five months,wearing nothing but white every day.It didn't effect her mother at all. In fact her mother seemed happy with the result. Again it struck the young witch as odd. Her father was a wizard. Why didn't he protect himself? Why did he die?
Rows and rows of men came and went through the Wise home and they ate and drank and drugged their time away with her mother as she tried to finish Hogwarts. She soon came to resent her mother and all the men. Her only outlet was school and she threw herself into her school work. What else could she do?
Sample Role-Play
Name: Catherine Aleksandria Nikolia Wise
Gender: female
Age:16
Year:6th
House Wanted:Gryffindor or Ravenclaw
Wand: 12 inches, willow with the right fang of a vampire for the core
Race: (Human, Werewolf, Vampire, etc.) Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Status(Single, Taken, Getting Married)Single
Appearance (one paragraphs, minimum four lines ).
Ather, as she likes to be called, has long black hair, a trait she got from her Father's Family. Her eyes are silver, something she got from her mother. She's very thin and pale, seeing as she rarely goes out into the sunlight. She looks as if a strong wind could blow her over.
Looks:
Celeb Face(NO ANIME):Sar Bennet
Picture:
Hair: waist length black, sometimes with colored streaks
Eyes: silver
Body Typethin
Accent (Must have one): Russian when mad, english all other times
Height:5'1"
Weight100lbs
Character Acts:
Personality: (one paragraph minimum.)The Shy Girl;;
Ather takes a while to warm up to most people. There's a shyness and innocence about her. She still believes in magic fully and will talk to anyone about it as well. You can think she's crazy, or think she's amazing, but either way, she can somehow end up on people's minds. Her shy tendencies don't often leave her with a lot of friends, but once she makes a friend, it takes a lot to break the trust.
The Front-woman;;
Ather seems like a totally different person once she's stepped onto stage. She seems cool,confidant and ready to face what ever happens. Once she's on stage she becomes spastic and she's alway jumping around on stage, playing and singing to her heart content.
The Tomboy;;
Ather may come off as a major tomboy, but inside, she's a bit more girly. She likes to keep a healthy balance between the two. She takes pride in being known as someone who can kick some major ass and be one of the guys, but also wants to be someone's girl.
The Sometime Needed Bitch;;
Ather isn't often a bitch, just when you rub her the wrong way. When pissed off bad enough she'll snap and will be, and can, willing to beat your ass. She's rude if you're rude back and if you mess with her friends, well good luck to you.
The Guard-Cat;;
Because of her Bi-polarmainia, inherited from both parents, her friends compare her to a cat. They tell her she can be unpredictable at times. She's very protective of her friends. She normally gets into fights for defending her friends, and not worrying about herself at all.
Likes:
- Music
- Night
- Full moons
- Any kind of cat
- emeralds
- water
- silver
- blood red
- colored eyeliner
- black and glow in the dark nail polish
Dislikes:.
- dogs
- heights
- being alone for too long
- too much pink
- her mother
- fakers
- liars
- drugs
- rap music
- pink
History
(one paragraph minimum, go in dept) Ather was born on February first to Arthur and Aleksandra Wise. She was a pretty little girl with a shock of black hair. She wasn't a difficult baby, for about the first six or seven months.But once her teeth started to come in she discovered she had a pair of lungs and boy could she scream!
She had a normal life up until she was four,that was when her parents split up. Her mother was given custody of her. After the Divorce her father became a drunk, and her mother got into drugs. She spent most of her child hood disposing of any drugs and alcohol she found at both of her parents houses. It was very hard on her while she was growing up in her broken family.
In Elementary School was was teased from a young age because of her grasp, or lack-there-of, of the spoken English languge. She spent a lot of time trying to ignore the stares and taunts and became very shy as a result, something she never really outgrew.
It wasn't until she was ten that she even found out that both of her parents where witches, a wizard in her fathers case. It shocked the young girl so much. She'd never known about magic and she didn't understand why they lived the way they did if her parents could do magic
When she entered Hogwarts she got into music. She'd been singing for as long as she could remember but when she was in her first year someone put a guitar in her hands and from then on she was hooked.
It was also in her first year that her mother had 'invited' a vampire into their home. When Ather woke up from a black out the next morning she'd discovered that she'd been bitten.
When she turned fourteen her father died. He'd been killed in a bar room fight,struck on the temple with a cue stick. Surprisingly it hit Ather hard, she went into mourning four a five months,wearing nothing but white every day.It didn't effect her mother at all. In fact her mother seemed happy with the result. Again it struck the young witch as odd. Her father was a wizard. Why didn't he protect himself? Why did he die?
Rows and rows of men came and went through the Wise home and they ate and drank and drugged their time away with her mother as she tried to finish Hogwarts. She soon came to resent her mother and all the men. Her only outlet was school and she threw herself into her school work. What else could she do?
Sample Role-Play
A loud clatter was heard as Queenie fell off of her skateboard. She weakly pushed herself and stared at the offending object. She didn't fall often, and the trick she'd done wasn't hard at all. She sighed and ran a pale hand through her hair. Once she had done that she stood and dusted herself off. It'd only been a month since her father had been killed. She looked down at her clothes with a frown, white jeans, a white peasant top, white hair tie on her right wrist, and white nails. She'd even put on white eyeliner. Mourning,that was what she was doing she told herself. Others said she was slowly killing herself. But why white? Why not the normal black. That was easy, Queenie didn't see black as death. She saw white, like a pale lifeless body. She sighed, trying to rid herself of the depressing thoughts.
She picked up her board and glared at it, willing it to give up and admit that it was it, not her, that had caused the fall. After a good ten minutes of glaring at it she gave up with a sigh and moved out of the way, letting others use the ramps."Stupid, glaring at a board! When you could be doing so much better! Like getting that aria right! Now, again!" Queenie's face paled as she glanced around, looking for the source of the voice. She knew it so very well. It was her father's voice. "Oh, I've gone insane!" she muttered to herself as she sat down, resting her head on her knees, wishing for her dad back. Sure he was an ass, and her drank alot... and her was overbearing (the Italian blood did it) but he was her Dad, and no one else's.
She was soon lost in thought, her legs stretched out in front of her, her white vans touching slightly as she moved her feet back and forth, lost in thought as she gazed at her feet. She was out of it, a stage she had been in often since his death. She just seemed to zone out, in school, at home, if you could call it a home, and with friends. She didn't know what was wrong.
She picked up her board and glared at it, willing it to give up and admit that it was it, not her, that had caused the fall. After a good ten minutes of glaring at it she gave up with a sigh and moved out of the way, letting others use the ramps."Stupid, glaring at a board! When you could be doing so much better! Like getting that aria right! Now, again!" Queenie's face paled as she glanced around, looking for the source of the voice. She knew it so very well. It was her father's voice. "Oh, I've gone insane!" she muttered to herself as she sat down, resting her head on her knees, wishing for her dad back. Sure he was an ass, and her drank alot... and her was overbearing (the Italian blood did it) but he was her Dad, and no one else's.
She was soon lost in thought, her legs stretched out in front of her, her white vans touching slightly as she moved her feet back and forth, lost in thought as she gazed at her feet. She was out of it, a stage she had been in often since his death. She just seemed to zone out, in school, at home, if you could call it a home, and with friends. She didn't know what was wrong.
