Post by meggy on May 29, 2011 21:35:10 GMT -5
* antoinette m. crosswood ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME antoinette marie crosswood
NICKNAMES nettie (everyone calls her this)
DATE OF BIRTH october 17th
AGE seventeen
GRADE/YEAR 12th/ hs senior
ELEMENT water
SEXUALITY heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM elise jane
EYE COLOUR green
HAIR COLOUR brunette
HEIGHT & WEIGHT five feet; one hundred pounds
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES freckles on her face
CLOTHING STYLE
nettie often wears ... well, anything comfortable. she is often found in t-shirts and shorts, or a bathing suit being as she is swimming much of the time. she likes color, and she likes variation in her clothing. sundresses are a must, of course.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- bright
- humorous
- loyal
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- prankster
- stubborn
- somewhat reckless
LIKES
- cats
- rain
- swimming
- starbucks
- music
DISLIKES
- heels
- bugs
- fire
- the dark
- asparagus
STRENGTHS
- power over water
- speed
- flexibility
WEAKNESSES
- size
- brute strength
- curiosity
FEARS
- the dark
- dentists
- fire
BEST MEMORY her first trip to the beach, to put it simply. she had gone on a family vacation to a small beach in virginia and she was, needless to say, in heaven. it was the largest expanse of water she had ever seen, and she went to town swimming and jumping and diving all around.
WORST MEMORY her house burnt down. it was her first home, and she was fourteen at the time. her little sister, who was ten at the time, is lucky enough to be less likely to remember. as if her dislike of fire, being a water elemental, wasn't enough- the fire licked at every wall in the house- and destroyed everything. of course, everyone got out alive and unharmed, save for a few minor burns. still, the fear the fire instilled in her lasts to this day.
LONG-TERM GOAL one day, she wants to be able to pull off the largest prank ever. she wishes to use a wave-pool at a water park, a big one, and manipulate the waves and water so when the wave-time stops, she can make it go on, and freak out all of the workers.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER penelope crosswood, age 38, librarian
FATHER joseph crosswood, age 40, landscaper
SIBLINGS payton crosswood, age 12, student
OTHER none
HISTORY
antoinette marie crosswood was born on a cool fall night, her parents rushing to the hospital- and the birth without complications. they were to return home the next morning, and that they did. nettie was spoiled as a little girl, she was almost drowning in the material results of the affection her parents had. but these were first time parents, and of course they would go over the top. penny and joe were good ones too, or so they were often told. nettie grew up with a middle class lifestyle, and she really could have no complaints. it was when she was just over her toddler years that her parents noticed she seemed to, well, really like water. she'd spent much of her time in it- and she would always be walking to the town pool for a swim, with either mom or dad trailing behind her of course.
she was five years old when her little sister was born. her parents, celebrating this, had the family over. and the family was quite surprised at nettie's love for swimming, all except for nettie's grandmother- who winked at her as she swam. her parents, by the way, had gotten a small pool in the back yard for nettie's entertainment. needless to say, the company left soon enough. it was only when she was in high school that something could be done about this, though. in the meantime, when she was just turning fourteen, tragedy struck the crosswoods. a fire had broken out in their home, faulty wiring it was deemed to be, and it burnt their entire house to the ground. not a wall stood by the time the fire was put out, and guilt racked nettie. she knew what she could do now, and she felt bad for not doing anything- she had been paralyzed by shock and fear.
luckily, no one was truly harmed, a few minor burns was all. the crosswoods ended up moving, albeit to a smaller home without a pool, and settling down on the other side of town. there, they repeated the life they had lead in their previous home. even though nothing really changed, they all felt everything with incredible sensitivity. but no one spoke of the fire, thankfully enough. now, she was old enough to begin high school- and a man wearing a black suit hunted her down- knocking on her door one afternoon. he explained the academy, and told the crosswoods all about it, and all about nettie. penny and joe were shocked, and a little scared of their daughter, but they let her attend without hesitation. now, nettie is seventeen and a senior at the school- and plans on attending the college next year.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME meggy
YOUR AGE i am over thirteen
RP EXPERIENCE seven/eight years
HOW'D YOU FIND US? taylorr C:
SECRET WORD correct
RP SAMPLEthe forests of lunara were made of black velvet. the milky light that reached the towns and the roads and open fields of lunara could not penetrate the thick tree tops, leaving nothing to illuminate the forest floor. tonight, a breeze blew and rustled the leaves and shrubs, creating a ghostly whisper that echoed through the woods. the wind seemed to be speaking, murmuring the secrets that lunara's citizens hid. not that anyone could hear, of course. no one in their right mind would step foot in this forest at night. human's eyes were not adjusted for this level of darkness, and it would be dangerous to test it.
eleanor stood on the edge of the forest, her rich blue eyes almost black as her pupils dilated to take in as much of this absent light as they could. a lunarian native, she could see faint outlines, paths, rough sketches of the forest. she had a cheap bow and arrows strung to her back, and her thick brown hair was pulled into a loose braid. she donned black tights and a dark blue tunic, her boots rising to just above the ankle. fingerless gloves protected her hands, and she bore no loose articles of clothing. staring ahead, she blinked slowly, watching as the forest became slightly clearer as her eyes finished adjusting. she didn't quite know what she was doing out here, only that her legs, while she was lost in thought, carried her here. she would practice here a few months ago, trying her best to keep to herself and get away from population. she'd loose arrow after arrow at a tree, only to find that she had broken them as she shot in the same spot. her aim was well enough, but the distance at which she shot an arrow needed work.
in one swift motion, she grabbed her bow, reached over her back and swung an arrow into place. in the proper stance, her legs just shoulder-width apart and her eyes dead focused on a solid black mass in front of her, she tensed. the moment seemed to last forever as she stood frozen in place, stoic. and then, as if time had stopped and then started again in a rush, she loosed the arrow, letting it fly. a whistle and small thump let her know she had hit her mark. of course she had. and she judged the distance to be about sixty feet. not good enough.
she went on like this for about an hour, stringing and loosing and then collecting to do it again. all the while, her thoughts were filled with angry remarks that she wished she could say, and desperate cries for help that she was too proud to say. she wished she had the mother she once had, and she wished she could have guessed what her father was up to, and ended it before it even began. born without magic, she sometimes wished she had it. she wanted to be able to see the future, or have a sixth sense of sorts. she wanted to be able to tell a lie from a truth, and she wanted to stop being lonely. she wanted to trust someone- but she couldn't bring herself to. bridget nightshade's words echoed in her mind as she strung another arrow. don't you trust them. the arrow loosed and flew, cracking as it hit something ... else.
immediately snapping out of her reverie, eleanor froze, her expression guarded and suspicious. the tree she had been loosing at was blocked by another mass. or so it seemed. she knew she didn't get her aim off- that wasn't what she did. "hello?" she called roughly, her feminine voice masked with a thick layer of distrust. "someone there?" she demanded, her naturally sharp tone of voice splitting through the silence.
