Post by Genevieve Daffodil on Feb 21, 2009 23:12:29 GMT
Name: Princess Genevieve Alizia Daffodil
Gender: Female
Birthday: 20th day of the 6th month
Age: 16
Human Arts: Singing, dancing, acting.
Element: Earth
Year: Junior
Physical Characteristics
Height (In comparison to a Daisy): I'm a bit taller than a daisy. The daisy would be up to my nose.
Eyes: brown
Hair: brown, straight
Build: tall, thin and strong.
Wing Colour: Green and purple
General Appearance: Pretty, usually in casual clothes. I love dresses, though, especially the ones royalty wear. My hair changes colour when I'm angry, sad and happy. When I'm really angry, my hair turns red and orang. When I'm really sad, my hair turns pale blue and white, and when I'm really happy, my hair turns bright yellow. It usually just stays brown, though.
Special powers: I can control actions of other creatures, and I can teleport things from one place to another. Much more useful than time freezing? Yeah, I thought so too. Evidently not.
Personality
Likes:
- Making my little sister look like an idiot,
- Using my powers,
- Magic classes,
- Politics class.
Dislikes:
- All other classes,
- My little sister and her stupid power,
Fears:
- Fear itself,
- Admitting I have fears.
Flaws:
- A bit of a control freak,
- Obsessed with taking the throne.
Hobbies:
- Singing,
- Dancing,
- Acting,
- Politics,
- And most of all, magic.
Personality: I'm a bit of an opposite person. Ever heard the song Maybe, by that wingless one... Kelly Clarkson? That's me.
Background
Family:
Mother :: Lilly Daffodil
Father :: Erin Daffodil
Sister :: Nope. Just a job stealing brat. They call her Titania.
History:
I was born, I was happy, I was so excited that when I grew up, I was going to be Queen. I vowed that I would be like my ancestor, Queen Mab, a brilliant queen that everyone loved. This was when I was two. Then my mother gave birth to Titania, the fairy who was supposed to be second to the throne, if I died horribly or something. But because she had the same power as Mab, she took my position. Fairies have twisted minds. According to them, freezing time is MUCH more important than being able to control peoples actions, and teleporting.
So basically, unless she dies, I have no right to the throne. And if I murder her, my right will be taken away as well. Nothing stays a secret for long when you're on Fantasy Island.
General Information
Name: Maddy
RP Experience: Expert
Where did you find us?: SHAZZA TOLD ME! Muahahaha...
Other characters (if you have): Nope.
Other: Nah... nothing. I'm a little hyper and just a touch music obsessed (OK, a lot. You can shut up now.
)Roleplay Sample (1-3 paragraphs):
I sat in the corner, watching helplessly and hopelessly as my very own sister lost conciousness - and was close to losing her life. I couldn't leave, I couldn't leave Rachie stranded like this, yet I couldn't stay. Stuck between the two inferiors, I pulled a picture of my dearest sister Rachel and I, at the age of two, eating chocolate biscuits, the chocolate smeared all over our faces. I closed my eyes and sobbed. I sobbed and sobbed, until their was no tears left. My face felt dirty, I felt dirty, I wished I could wash away all of my misfortunes, I wished the world was a Utopia.
Utopia.
Once upon a time, I had thought my future would be a Utopia. Perfect family, perfect house, perfect husband, perfect city, seeing everyone I dearly loved at least once a day. Some world I lived in.
The Utopia I had once imagined was beginning to become unclear.
That's the problem with things like Utopia - why tease us with them, when no one can ever have them?
