Post by Brighty on Aug 4, 2006 15:47:40 GMT -5
Name: Charlotte Marie Audley II
Nickname: Nettle
Gender: female
Power: Healer
Age: 15-16
Personality: Nettle has a desire to know the unknown; if she hears a noise or maybe sees something in the dark she must go and investigate. It’s a curiosity that is sometimes uncontrollable. She loves to read and often has her nose stuck in a book; she especially loves mystery stories or just learning something interesting that she doesn’t know. She is friendly and kind, and finds it easy to make friends. Nettle is very courteous and well mannered, she remembers her pleases and thank you’s, something that her mother never allowed her to forget so now it’s just a habit that she can’t help. It often earns her brownie points from teachers, until they find out that she’s done something she wasn’t allowed to, either because of her curiosity or her just not thinking before acting. She is very clumsy, usually bumping into things or tripping. She often makes quick and emotional decisions, and doesn’t think of the outcomes. Along with that her actions are impulsive and unpredictable.
A gift of Nettle’s is her voice, the one thing that she is shy about or just decides not to put out publicly. It sounds as if it’s the voice of an angel to anyone who hears it. She prefers not to let anyone hear it though because it was something her mother always strived for her to perfect, and she has some issues with her mother. Whenever Nettle is nervous about something she can be seen biting her nails.
General Appearance: Nettle has long dark brown hair that appears black. Her hair is usually tied loosely with two black ribbons by her shoulders, in pigtails. She has shaggy bangs in layers; the layers get longer the closer to the sides of her head. Her eyes are deep blue pools hidden behind a pair of round glasses, they usually express kindness. She is about 5’4 in height, about average. And has a slim yet stern figure.
For clothes obviously she doesn’t wear the same thing everyday but in general she likes to be comfortable and not too revealing. She doesn’t mind skirts, but makes sure that their not too short or that her shirts don’t fall too low. For shoes she will wear her knee length boots, sneakers, her white flip-flops, or just go bear foot.
Picture:
(And glasses)
History: I’m working on it… I have a general idea of what it is so i’ll just show it in rping.
Pet: A black bear named Gypsy. The bear has a bright purple handkerchief tied around its neck, though it’s more like a table cloth.
Rping Sample:
The bear nuzzled at her hand and the words on the page went blurry as the book shook in her grasp, “Gypsy, I’m trying to read here.” Nettle said patting the bear’s great head, the bear plopped itself down next to her pawing at something in the grass. Gypsy was given to her when she was four and they haven’t parted since. She reached to her other side cradling a few grapes in her hand and fed them to the bear, “There, now leave me alone.” The bear ate greedily at the fruit letting Nettle return to her book. She was in the middle of a mystery novel, the hero just realizing who the killer was though it had been obvious since the beginning, “I knew it, Gypsy!” Nettle said to the bear who looked up at her blankly. Gypsy never answered, and never judged her. Nettle had a feeling even if she could answer her she wouldn’t have a single critical thing to say.
Nettle leaned her head up against the tree behind her, light shining down on her face through a canopy of leaves. The warmth felt good and she closed her eyes letting it soak in. She loved it in the forest it was so peaceful and far away from her mother’s nagging voice. Every week she would stay at her grandmother’s, who lived in a small cabin, her only neighbors were a family of rabbits that lived in a burrow nearby. Nettle was pulled out of her thoughts as a great pressure was put on her thigh, “Ow, Gypsy get off!” She cried pushing at the bear’s sides; it was reaching for the plastic bag full of grapes. The bear quickly got off as if realizing it was hurting her, Nettle had no doubt the bear understood every single word she said, with selective hearing of course, “Here.” The grapes were dumped out in a pile on the grassy floor.
Codeword: The Magic Power
Other: Nope.
Nickname: Nettle
Gender: female
Power: Healer
Age: 15-16
Personality: Nettle has a desire to know the unknown; if she hears a noise or maybe sees something in the dark she must go and investigate. It’s a curiosity that is sometimes uncontrollable. She loves to read and often has her nose stuck in a book; she especially loves mystery stories or just learning something interesting that she doesn’t know. She is friendly and kind, and finds it easy to make friends. Nettle is very courteous and well mannered, she remembers her pleases and thank you’s, something that her mother never allowed her to forget so now it’s just a habit that she can’t help. It often earns her brownie points from teachers, until they find out that she’s done something she wasn’t allowed to, either because of her curiosity or her just not thinking before acting. She is very clumsy, usually bumping into things or tripping. She often makes quick and emotional decisions, and doesn’t think of the outcomes. Along with that her actions are impulsive and unpredictable.
A gift of Nettle’s is her voice, the one thing that she is shy about or just decides not to put out publicly. It sounds as if it’s the voice of an angel to anyone who hears it. She prefers not to let anyone hear it though because it was something her mother always strived for her to perfect, and she has some issues with her mother. Whenever Nettle is nervous about something she can be seen biting her nails.
General Appearance: Nettle has long dark brown hair that appears black. Her hair is usually tied loosely with two black ribbons by her shoulders, in pigtails. She has shaggy bangs in layers; the layers get longer the closer to the sides of her head. Her eyes are deep blue pools hidden behind a pair of round glasses, they usually express kindness. She is about 5’4 in height, about average. And has a slim yet stern figure.
For clothes obviously she doesn’t wear the same thing everyday but in general she likes to be comfortable and not too revealing. She doesn’t mind skirts, but makes sure that their not too short or that her shirts don’t fall too low. For shoes she will wear her knee length boots, sneakers, her white flip-flops, or just go bear foot.
Picture:
(And glasses)
History: I’m working on it… I have a general idea of what it is so i’ll just show it in rping.
Pet: A black bear named Gypsy. The bear has a bright purple handkerchief tied around its neck, though it’s more like a table cloth.
Rping Sample:
The bear nuzzled at her hand and the words on the page went blurry as the book shook in her grasp, “Gypsy, I’m trying to read here.” Nettle said patting the bear’s great head, the bear plopped itself down next to her pawing at something in the grass. Gypsy was given to her when she was four and they haven’t parted since. She reached to her other side cradling a few grapes in her hand and fed them to the bear, “There, now leave me alone.” The bear ate greedily at the fruit letting Nettle return to her book. She was in the middle of a mystery novel, the hero just realizing who the killer was though it had been obvious since the beginning, “I knew it, Gypsy!” Nettle said to the bear who looked up at her blankly. Gypsy never answered, and never judged her. Nettle had a feeling even if she could answer her she wouldn’t have a single critical thing to say.
Nettle leaned her head up against the tree behind her, light shining down on her face through a canopy of leaves. The warmth felt good and she closed her eyes letting it soak in. She loved it in the forest it was so peaceful and far away from her mother’s nagging voice. Every week she would stay at her grandmother’s, who lived in a small cabin, her only neighbors were a family of rabbits that lived in a burrow nearby. Nettle was pulled out of her thoughts as a great pressure was put on her thigh, “Ow, Gypsy get off!” She cried pushing at the bear’s sides; it was reaching for the plastic bag full of grapes. The bear quickly got off as if realizing it was hurting her, Nettle had no doubt the bear understood every single word she said, with selective hearing of course, “Here.” The grapes were dumped out in a pile on the grassy floor.
Codeword: The Magic Power
Other: Nope.
