Post by ember on Oct 29, 2011 15:07:11 GMT
Amelia Aubrey Nightshade
*fully alive, more than most ready to smile and love life[/center]
character’s full name: Amelia Aubrey Nightshade
nicknames: Ember, Aubs, Bree, Ems
age/birth date: 16, October 18th
gender: Female
sexuality: Straight
year: 6th
house: Gryffindor
blood: Half-blood
wand: 14", Phoenix Feather, Sequoia
*hammers fall on all the pieces, two months in the cover creases
[/color][/center]eyes: Clear ice blue
hair: Long wavy brown
height: 5'6"
weight: 115 lbs
build: Slender
accent: American
in depth:[at least 2 paragraphs on your character’s appearance]
play-by: Emma Watson
*all my complaints shrink to nothing I’m ashamed of all my somethings
[/color][/center]likes: [at least 5]
dislikes: [at least 5]
habits: Ember will bite the inside of her cheek when she's nervous and she'll blink quickly when she's angry.
boggart: A bear
patronus: A dolphin
mirror of erised: Brother Alex alive again
strengths: [at least five]
weaknesses: [at least five]
in depth personality: [at least 3 paragraphs on your character’s personality]
*telling Layla’s story spoken ‘bout how all her bones are broken
[/center]parents: Marisa and Devon, dead
siblings: Alex, twin, dead
hometown: Seattle, WA
current residence: London, England
in depth history: Born in Washington, Ember was raised among the trees. [at least 4 paragraphs on your character’s history]
*fully alive and she knows how to believe in futures
[/center]Hey guys I’m [Anna]; I’m [thirteen] years old and have been roleplaying for [three years/ten months]. The other characters I have here at [HOS/Warriors Search For Sky Lake/The Wizarding World/Warriors of the Flame/Warriors Life Prophecy] are [Vivian Livano, Lynx Corvacia/Sunshadow, Sunsetpaw/Charlie Everson/Starfire, Flecknose, Longkit, Silverpaw/Embershadow].
Here’s my roleplay sample: [/font] (discussing her guardians with a best friend)
Ember smiled sadly. "You're being delightful at the moment," she said, and she meant it. She was glad he was here so she wasn't brooding under the night sky, and leave feeling bitter and angry. But she didn't want the night to end. Not this time. This time, she was happy. Or as happy as she could be.
Tyler turned to her, but his eyes still trained on the ground. Absently, he grabbed her right hand that was resting on the bridge and began to stroke it lightly. Ember didn't blush or feel uncomfortable. The mutual contact made her feel less angry and hurt. His fingers were calloused and hardened by work. She glanced at her left hand. It was calloused too, from the work she had been doing for so long. Flowers hurt, and fireworks were heavy. He suddenly spoke, sounding angry.
I'm sorry for the way they treated you, you didn't, and don't deserve that. Ember shrugged, unconscious that Tyler was still lightly stroking her hand. "I used to be angry," she said, turning slightly to face him better. "But now I'm come to a kind of resigned loathing." With a quick smile she remembered days spent at the neighbor's house. An old lady had lived there, a witch who had known her parents.
"Sometimes I wished they were dead," Ember whispered, feeling her guilty conscious lighten at the few words. "Sometimes I wished they would disappear, but I always felt guilty about it later because they gave me food and shelter. Even if I was forced to work, to cook and clean for them." She turned to Tyler, her eyes wide with worry. "I'm I wicked? Did I do something to deserve the nightmares I live with?"
Tyler turned to her, but his eyes still trained on the ground. Absently, he grabbed her right hand that was resting on the bridge and began to stroke it lightly. Ember didn't blush or feel uncomfortable. The mutual contact made her feel less angry and hurt. His fingers were calloused and hardened by work. She glanced at her left hand. It was calloused too, from the work she had been doing for so long. Flowers hurt, and fireworks were heavy. He suddenly spoke, sounding angry.
I'm sorry for the way they treated you, you didn't, and don't deserve that. Ember shrugged, unconscious that Tyler was still lightly stroking her hand. "I used to be angry," she said, turning slightly to face him better. "But now I'm come to a kind of resigned loathing." With a quick smile she remembered days spent at the neighbor's house. An old lady had lived there, a witch who had known her parents.
"Sometimes I wished they were dead," Ember whispered, feeling her guilty conscious lighten at the few words. "Sometimes I wished they would disappear, but I always felt guilty about it later because they gave me food and shelter. Even if I was forced to work, to cook and clean for them." She turned to Tyler, her eyes wide with worry. "I'm I wicked? Did I do something to deserve the nightmares I live with?"
this application was made by , hey becca?! of CAUTION 2.0! lyrics from flyleaf's "fully alive". take off this credit and rebecca will not like you anymore.
