Post by Titania Daffodil on Feb 20, 2009 2:06:25 GMT
Titania Daffodil
Name:Titania Daffodil
Gender: Female
Birthday: 20th October
Age: 15 human years
Human Arts: Singing and playing the Guitar
Element: Water
Year (freshman,junior etc): Freshman
Physical Characteristics
Height: Just smaller than a daisy
Eyes: Blue
Hair: I think my hair has a mind of it's own! It's usually blonde but somedays I would wake up and it would be brown!
Build: Skinny but strong
Wing Colours: different shades of blue
General Appearance : I'm pale. I dress crazily. Skirts and dresses with converse, ripped jeand. Boots. fish net tights. hoodies!
Special Powers: Freezing everything, even time. It is a very rare gift. Me and my Great-grandmother are the only known fairies to be able to freeze time.
Other (anything else you want to mention)
Personality
Likes : Preforming. Music. Singing. Dancing. Playing my guitar
Dislikes : The wingless
Fears: Nothingness and death
Flaws : I'm a bit of a wh*re
Hobbies: Flying around with friends, playing guitar, singing
Personality: I am hyper and random. That is me in a nutshell
Background
Family:
Mother: Lilly Daffodil
Father: Erin Daffodil
Older Sister: Genevieve Daffodil
history: I came here because my mom wanted me to follow in my Great-Grandmother, Mab's footsteps. Yes I am Princess Titania. My Great-Grandmother was still alive when I was born. Two years later she died but her last wishes were for me to be Queen when I come of age. Only three years left.
General Information
Name: Shannon
RP Experience: Intemediate
Where did you find us?: I am the admin, I made the site
Other characters (if you have): None, yet
Other:I like music
Roleplay Sample (1-3 paragraphs):
The Fight
“Get to your room” My mother shouts at me. I try, unsuccessfully, to dodge her hand as she hit’s the back of my head.
I scramble up the stairs, my bag still on my back. I hurry down the hall, not giving her a reason to come after me.
I stop at the last door on the left. My room.
It’s a small, stuffy room. The dark blue walls tower over me like a prison cell. I drop my bag on my bed, hoping I won’t have to unpack.
Then I climb onto my bed and sit cross-legged. I wait for the fight to start.
At first I just hear Dad talk quietly. I can’t make out what he is saying. I foolishly begin to think the fight might not start tonight.
But then she starts.
I try to block out what they say. But, because I’ve heard them say the same things so many times, I can hear ther voices in my head.
“I don’t want her” My mother yells.
“I do. But I can’t look after her right. I don’t have a job or a proper home for her. She’ll be better off with you for now” Dad protests.
Every now and then I hear glasses break or things hit a wall.
And the fight goes on for what feels like hours.
I just sit there on my bed, knowing what the outcome will be. The same as every other time.
I will stay with her for a few weeks. Then Dad will take me for a few days. When he brings me back the fight will start again.
I hate being tossed around every few weeks. I hate staying with her. I decide I’ve had enough.
I waited until Dad slams the front door. I hear the purr of his old pick-up truck. I go to my window and see him drive out of the estate and turn left.
I know she wont come up tonight. She will get drunk and pass out on the couch.
I begin to pull the sheets off my bed. I knot them together and tie one end to my dressing table.
I take the picture of me and Dad off my bedside table and stuff it into my already packed bag.
I put my bag on my back and open the window. I inhale as the cool night air hits my face.
I throw the sheets out the window and watch as they hover a few feet from the ground.
I climb onto the windowsill. I hold onto the sheets and begin to descend.
I reach the ground and, without looking back, I walk out of the estate and down the road to the right..
I let my mind wander. I wander how long it will take them to notice that I’m gone. And I wonder how far it will take until I’ve run away.
Then I realise I don’t know where I’m going. I think about going back. Then I remember what I would go back to. And I keep walking.
Into the night.
Gender: Female
Birthday: 20th October
Age: 15 human years
Human Arts: Singing and playing the Guitar
Element: Water
Year (freshman,junior etc): Freshman
Physical Characteristics
Height: Just smaller than a daisy
Eyes: Blue
Hair: I think my hair has a mind of it's own! It's usually blonde but somedays I would wake up and it would be brown!
Build: Skinny but strong
Wing Colours: different shades of blue
General Appearance : I'm pale. I dress crazily. Skirts and dresses with converse, ripped jeand. Boots. fish net tights. hoodies!
Special Powers: Freezing everything, even time. It is a very rare gift. Me and my Great-grandmother are the only known fairies to be able to freeze time.
Other (anything else you want to mention)
Personality
Likes : Preforming. Music. Singing. Dancing. Playing my guitar
Dislikes : The wingless
Fears: Nothingness and death
Flaws : I'm a bit of a wh*re
Hobbies: Flying around with friends, playing guitar, singing
Personality: I am hyper and random. That is me in a nutshell
Background
Family:
Mother: Lilly Daffodil
Father: Erin Daffodil
Older Sister: Genevieve Daffodil
history: I came here because my mom wanted me to follow in my Great-Grandmother, Mab's footsteps. Yes I am Princess Titania. My Great-Grandmother was still alive when I was born. Two years later she died but her last wishes were for me to be Queen when I come of age. Only three years left.
General Information
Name: Shannon
RP Experience: Intemediate
Where did you find us?: I am the admin, I made the site
Other characters (if you have): None, yet
Other:I like music
Roleplay Sample (1-3 paragraphs):
The Fight
“Get to your room” My mother shouts at me. I try, unsuccessfully, to dodge her hand as she hit’s the back of my head.
I scramble up the stairs, my bag still on my back. I hurry down the hall, not giving her a reason to come after me.
I stop at the last door on the left. My room.
It’s a small, stuffy room. The dark blue walls tower over me like a prison cell. I drop my bag on my bed, hoping I won’t have to unpack.
Then I climb onto my bed and sit cross-legged. I wait for the fight to start.
At first I just hear Dad talk quietly. I can’t make out what he is saying. I foolishly begin to think the fight might not start tonight.
But then she starts.
I try to block out what they say. But, because I’ve heard them say the same things so many times, I can hear ther voices in my head.
“I don’t want her” My mother yells.
“I do. But I can’t look after her right. I don’t have a job or a proper home for her. She’ll be better off with you for now” Dad protests.
Every now and then I hear glasses break or things hit a wall.
And the fight goes on for what feels like hours.
I just sit there on my bed, knowing what the outcome will be. The same as every other time.
I will stay with her for a few weeks. Then Dad will take me for a few days. When he brings me back the fight will start again.
I hate being tossed around every few weeks. I hate staying with her. I decide I’ve had enough.
I waited until Dad slams the front door. I hear the purr of his old pick-up truck. I go to my window and see him drive out of the estate and turn left.
I know she wont come up tonight. She will get drunk and pass out on the couch.
I begin to pull the sheets off my bed. I knot them together and tie one end to my dressing table.
I take the picture of me and Dad off my bedside table and stuff it into my already packed bag.
I put my bag on my back and open the window. I inhale as the cool night air hits my face.
I throw the sheets out the window and watch as they hover a few feet from the ground.
I climb onto the windowsill. I hold onto the sheets and begin to descend.
I reach the ground and, without looking back, I walk out of the estate and down the road to the right..
I let my mind wander. I wander how long it will take them to notice that I’m gone. And I wonder how far it will take until I’ve run away.
Then I realise I don’t know where I’m going. I think about going back. Then I remember what I would go back to. And I keep walking.
Into the night.
