Post by goblingirl on Jan 22, 2011 20:43:37 GMT
MAHALIA DENISE WOODMAN
So let the flames begin
So let the flames begin
FULL NAME Mahalia Denise Woodman
NICKNAMES Malia
AGE 16
GENDER female
BIRTHDAY Midsummer Day (June 21)
SPECIES Firetamer
ALLIANCE Neutral
SEXUALITY Homosexual
PLAY-BY I do not know xD Got the pic off Google images
EYES dark brown and slanted
HAIR goes down to the bottom of her shoulder blades, dark brown, coarse
BODY TYPE Slim, athletic etc.
HEIGHT five foot three
WEIGHT 131 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES small red knotwork tattoo on the base of her neck.
STYLE mainly wears t-shirts with funky slogans, clunky boots, jeans, and a barbell in her right ear.
LIKES At least 10.
- fire
- wide-open spaces
- science class
- the color orange
- cats
- people who make her laugh
- her friends
- parties
- sunny days
- Hannah Fury’s music
DISLIKES At least 10.
- bigots
- people who hurt or insult her friends
- water
- small spaces (she’s claustrophobic)
- rain
- cold
- being stuck in math class
- people who smoke. Yeah, it’s no problem for her, but it smells terrible
- rap music of any kind
- people who try to tell her what to do
STRENGTHS At least 4.
- excellent at fire manipulation
- easy to talk to
- fast runner
- keeps her head
WEAKNESSES At least 4.
- can’t swim
- completely panics in small, tight spaces
- reckless
- easily loses her temper
HABITS At least 3.
- twirls her hair around her finger when she’s bored
- picks at the skin on her knuckles
- lights matches before they’re actually struck when she’s feeling annoyed
FEARS At least 3.
- drowning
- being crushed or suffocating
- not being loved
DESIRES At least 1.
- for [insert name of female character of around Malia’s age here] to notice her.
SECRETS At least 1.
- has a huge crush on [insert name of character of around Malia’s age here]
OVERALL
Malia is a fun person to be around, all in all. She makes jokes—although most of them are quite lame—and she laughs and smiles easily. This is made easier by being one of the middle children of a large family—they’re all slightly nuts at her house, from her mother who insists on working in the largest, most flammable library on the planet, to her father, who insists on working on a boat. She has a bunch of sisters—but no brothers. In fact, her only male family member is her father, who was his mother’s only son. (She doesn’t know who her paternal grandfather is.) Malia’s house is a riotous place, but always spick and span. Well, except for the scorch marks covering everything.
Malia’s terrified of small spaces. She didn’t have any terrible experiences as a child, it just seems to be an inborn thing. The rain and the cold make her miserable, but she loves the sun. She knows she appears to be the rowdily cheerful one to everyone, and feels like she must look like that all the time because if she’s too dependent everyone will think she’s being a whiny little wimp. Malia tends not to think before she does things—insult her or her friends, or hurt one of them, and you will be very, very sorry, especially considering her temper gets away from her just as fast as a wildfire can burn through a stand of bushes. She acts the same with humans as she does with her family and other supernatural folk, feeling that they’re all equal. She hasn’t taken sides though, because the Woodman family remains neutral.
MOTHER Ayodele Alison Woodman, aged 46
FATHER Jonathan Alexander Woodman, aged 44
SIBLINGS Luciana Woodman, aged twenty
Callista Woodman, aged eighteen
Margaret Woodman, aged eighteen (Callista’s twin)
Abigail Woodman, aged fourteen
Alexandra Woodman, aged twelve
Veronica Woodman, aged eleven
Rebecca Woodman, aged eight.
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE er…still in plotting, I guess, unless I want them to be stock
ETHNICITY African American
WEALTH STATUS Well off enough to support seven kids.
OVERALL
Malia was born into the huge, rambling Woodman casa, with her older siblings waiting in the next room. She grew up with them—and then, later, with Abigail and Alexandra and Veronica and Rebecca, who are alternately the sweetest things going and pains in the asses. When she was eleven, there was the infamous Frying Pan Incident, which is Not Spoken Of by mutual agreement. (But, since you ask, involved a great deal of fire, the frying pan, spaghetti, paprika, and one small rodent.)
Malia made a lot of friends in school—and some of her friends were very unpopular. Of course, after the first rash of sudden third-degree burns suffered by the bullies, it soon stopped. (Not that her parents were happy about this. She got grounded for a week. But it was worth it.) When she was in eighth grade, Veronica had the infamous Werewolf Incident, which is Also Not Spoken of, and they almost had to move. Luckily, Margaret and Callista did some quick bribery and called in some favors from a witch family they knew, and they got to stay where they were.
When Malia was fourteen, she had her first boyfriend, but it didn’t exactly work out and they broke up after about a week. (This may have been hastened by the fact he was a rampant homophobe, which fact was also responsible for the fact his term paper spontaneously combusted the class period right before he had to hand it in.) When Malia was fifteen, a girl in her class asked her out, and that actually went well for about five months until they had a bit of a nasty fight. They made up, but stayed just friends. Things are tense right now, and even the neutral Woodman family is starting to feel the strain. They’re going to have to take a side, and soon.
NAME/ALIAS Katie
AGE teenaged.
TIME ZONE Eastern Standard
HOW YOU FOUND US Looking through the affiliates while waiting for someone to post : D
OTHER CHARACTERS none yet.
RP SAMPLEGods, thought November Mason, daughter of Nyx, stretching. I feel like I’m walking through molasses. The young demititan—well, technically demi-protogenoi, but that didn’t exactly roll off the tongue—shouldn’t even have been up at this late hour, anyway.
Well, early hour, for all those diurnal folks out there. But November definitely functioned much better at night. She was faster and stronger, and her mind was far sharper. Whereas right now she felt liked she was wading in thick, cloying mud. Or molasses. She preferred to think of it as molasses, because mud was just disgusting. November was fully aware she could have been much more powerful, but her mother had prevented that from happening. She’d asked once, and had been told it could have burned her out from the inside had Nyx done nothing. The mix of protogenoi and human hadn’t been stable before the elder goddess’s interference.
She had no classes right now, and was going to catch hell from her big brother Thanatos for not observing her curfew later, but November—unusually—had insomnia. She’d been having some…funny dreams lately. She’d ask Nyx when next she saw her. Of course, given that Nyx was off doing something or other and probably wasn’t even in the same universe at the moment, that was likely to take a bit.
November wandered around the academy, bored, trying to make herself tired enough to go back to bed. But though the walking-through-some-thick-substance-that-was-hopefully-not-mud feeling persisted, she didn’t feel any urge to sleep.
Hypnos, big brother, you are being so unhelpful right now, she thought. Of course, Hypnos probably had some reason for not sending her to sleep. And she’d just love to hear it.
November heard music coming from the Apollo cabin. Huh. Maybe a lullaby would work or something.
She quickened her pace and headed towards the Apollo cabin. November pushed open the door.
“H’lo?”
