Post by Guinevere "Gwennie" Wood on Aug 23, 2011 21:52:31 GMT -5
[/font]GUINEVEREXERICAWOOD!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Cassidy. I am twelve and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for four years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have two characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM.
Name: Guinevere "Gwennie" Xerica Wood
Nickname: Gwennie
Age: Fourteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Playby: Jordan Lloyd
Member Group: Demigod; Freshman; Aphrodite
Appearance: Gwennie has long, straight blonde hair and stunning light blue eyes. She is a normal height for her age and very skinny.
Personality: Gwennie is quite, shy, and soft spoken. She's extremely over protective and caring for the people she loves most. She'd do anything for her friends, even if that involved giving up her own life. Gwennie is usually very frightened and paranoid by the slightest things, but if it's something she has to face, she'll pick herself up and do it, no matter what.
Likes:
Reading
Peace
Family
Friends
The Small Things In Life
Dislikes:
Alcohol
Smoking
Fighting
Cursing
Lonlieness
Feeling Helpless
Mother: Aphrodite
Father: James Wood, 47, Mechanic
Siblings: Peter Benjamin Wood, 15
Pets: None, allergic to most animals
History: Gwennie grew up in Britain most of her life with her brother as her full time care taker. She depended on him for everything, sense her father seemed to never have any time for them at home. Gwennie's father told her that her mother had died in a car accident when she was only one year old. The small family was striving and doing it's best not to fall apart. At age twelve, Gwennie was taken in by her 'Aunt' Matilda. Gwennie tried convincing her 'aunt' to let her stay with Peter, but Matilda believed a young girl like herself needed a real education and a proper household. Gwennie grew up with Matilda in what seemed like a mansion, though it felt more like a prison to Gwennie. Gwennie went to an all girls private school only a few blocks away from her aunt's house. Gwennie didn't have many friends. She was different from the rest of them in a way. At age fourteen, after Gwennie graduated Middle School, her aunt finally agreed to let Gwennie attend Richmond High with her older brother.
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Roleplay Post
Leap! No wait, pounce sideways? Dodge..? Attack!? Oh this is hopeless! I'll never be a warrior!
I sighed and moved myself away from the apprentices den and into the fresh sunlight. Well, sunset, I guess. I took a deep, relaxing breath and sat down, tail neatly wrapped over my paws. I will not lose my temper! I told myself harshly. I wouldn't learn a thing from releasing anger, and I knew that too well. Experiences with anger happened way too often for me.
I let myself focus on the setting sun. I never was once to acknowledge beauty. To me, everything was plain and dull, nothing was truly a beautiful sigh. Their was normal, and hideously ugly. But this sunset truly was an extravagant sight. The sky was a deep, yet very vibrant orange, mixed with a dark pink-ish color. It was scarcely dotted with dark brown-grey clouds.
Beautiful.
I lingered on the word a little bit, but It still had no meaning to me. I dropped it quickly and turned my attention back to my training. I was about seven moons now, and still an apprentice. Why? My mentor is a- No, I'm not gonna go there. But it was her fault. I was left to train alone and mimic other apprentices badly done moves. I did my best to train myself, so that I could become a warrior. Though, in all honesty, I didn't want to become a warrior. I didn't want to stay an apprentice either though. I guess I was scared to-
No, wait! What am I saying! Me? Birchpaw? Scared? Of becoming a warrior!? That's ridiculous!
Yet true. I was terrified. I'd have all these duties on my shoulders. I'd take on my own apprentice, hunt, fight, I'd be looked up to by younger cats. Could I handle that? I was in no way, shape or form a good role model, but I'd surly do my best! But at this rate, I was far from becoming a warrior. I needed a warrior to help me along, and sense I couldn't have cared less about my current mentor, and I was fairly desperate, I called out helplessly.
"Anyone wanna train with me?"
I sounded like a newly appointed apprentice, but It sure beats being an apprentice forever!
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I sighed and moved myself away from the apprentices den and into the fresh sunlight. Well, sunset, I guess. I took a deep, relaxing breath and sat down, tail neatly wrapped over my paws. I will not lose my temper! I told myself harshly. I wouldn't learn a thing from releasing anger, and I knew that too well. Experiences with anger happened way too often for me.
I let myself focus on the setting sun. I never was once to acknowledge beauty. To me, everything was plain and dull, nothing was truly a beautiful sigh. Their was normal, and hideously ugly. But this sunset truly was an extravagant sight. The sky was a deep, yet very vibrant orange, mixed with a dark pink-ish color. It was scarcely dotted with dark brown-grey clouds.
Beautiful.
I lingered on the word a little bit, but It still had no meaning to me. I dropped it quickly and turned my attention back to my training. I was about seven moons now, and still an apprentice. Why? My mentor is a- No, I'm not gonna go there. But it was her fault. I was left to train alone and mimic other apprentices badly done moves. I did my best to train myself, so that I could become a warrior. Though, in all honesty, I didn't want to become a warrior. I didn't want to stay an apprentice either though. I guess I was scared to-
No, wait! What am I saying! Me? Birchpaw? Scared? Of becoming a warrior!? That's ridiculous!
Yet true. I was terrified. I'd have all these duties on my shoulders. I'd take on my own apprentice, hunt, fight, I'd be looked up to by younger cats. Could I handle that? I was in no way, shape or form a good role model, but I'd surly do my best! But at this rate, I was far from becoming a warrior. I needed a warrior to help me along, and sense I couldn't have cared less about my current mentor, and I was fairly desperate, I called out helplessly.
"Anyone wanna train with me?"
I sounded like a newly appointed apprentice, but It sure beats being an apprentice forever!
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