Post by gwendolynlennox on May 22, 2011 8:29:13 GMT
GWENDOLYN MALLORY LENNOX !?
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hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"Hi. I'm Gwendolyn. It's a mouthful, I know. Most people just call me Gwen. But I don't really care either way. Anyway, I'm a witch, if the eyes didn't already give it away. Last time I checked, it's pretty tough to mistake me for a guy, so that goes without saying. I'm 22 years old, born the 23rd of September, 1988. Let's see... What else should you know about me? Oh, right. What 'side' I'm on. God, it makes it sound like we're kindergarteners talking about Star Wars or something. I suppose I'm on what they're calling "The Dark Side." I'm not really with them, but I have the same beliefs. What- Why? Cause I don't answer to anyone other than number one, got it? What else did you wanna know? Oh, my sexuality? Pfft. I'm straight."
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"Well, a lot of people tell me I look like Natalie Portman. Of course, she's beautiful, so I'll take the compliment. I'm about 5'2" and I'd say I'm pretty thin for my height. I'm usually on the tan side (I love my sunshine) and I have long, curly, brown hair, though I usually end up straightening it. Being a witch, my eyes are naturally violet, though if I really need to go somewhere and not be questioned, I'll use a spell to turn them brown. I Have this big scar down my back from a... family feud when I was younger. Tattoos? Yeah, I've got a couple.. Where? Nahh, you'll just have to wait and see, darling."
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"Hahaha. Oh man, look what you've gotten yourself into. The word they use to describe me the most is 'volatile.' I can be calm and collected one second, and be set off by something tiny the next. I've got more moodswings than a pregnant woman, and a dangerous temper, though I'm getting better at controlling it. Ah, look at me. I'm making myself sound all bad. Really, I'm not. I definitely have my not-so-great tendencies, like how dramatic I am, and how I have a bit of a diva complex, but I'm really okay a good bit of the time. I'm usually more laid back than I am struggling with my flaring temper, and most days, I'd rather just brood than actually fight. But if you catch me on a bad day, you'd best beware. I like ... Chocolate ice cream, especially Ben & Jerry's, cats, cause they don't need to much. They can fend for themselves. It's rather admirable, I suppose. I like revenge, quite a bit, honestly.. And I like action movies.. And.. hmm... Way to put me on the spot like this... Let's see.. I actually like baking, as shocking as it sounds. Dislikes? That should be easier. I don't like tomatoes, I don't like little kids that much, though I'll put up with them if I have to. I don't like idiotic close-minded humans, or churches (they just freak me out), and I don't like my damn twin sister. I'm really quite good at appearance-changing enchantments, and a few of my potions are fantastic. I'm also pretty great with animals. Better than I am with people in the long run.. My 'weaknesses,' as you put it, are probably dealing with people I don't like, holding grudges, and controlling my temper- but I'm getting better! My biggest fear is that I'll be forgotten, or that I'll die alone. Nobody wants that. Other than that, I really hate rats. They creep me out to no end. Don't tell her I said this- and I mean it, don't you dare- what I really want is for someone to think I'm better than my sister."
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"Of course. I should have known you'd want to know about my family. Alright. We were pretty average (well, as average as a family of witches can get) as far as I can remember. We lived in the suburbs, just me and my sister, our parents, and our golden retriever, Molly. But Molly died when we were eight.. So I don't know if you'd really count her. Anyway, you'll probably want to know about my sister and me the most. That makes the best stories. She's my twin, you see? I always thought it was kind of funny. We look exactly alike, but that's pretty much where the similarities end. I was born first, so I'm older than her by three minutes. We've never been anything alike, and it would be easier to say we never got along... But that's a lie. We used to... Ages ago... Up until middle school, probably. Of course, even before then, we hardly ever agreed with each other, but we at least got along. But then we went our separate ways. She hung out with a different crowd. In high school, she was the one who would stay home when I went out to all the parties. Honestly, I don't know if she ever snuck out of the house. Meanwhile, I was out almost every night. And the fact that I was more social than her wasn't the only thing that was different about us. We were practically polar opposites. But then... It was the summer between our sophomore and junior year. I was coming home, it was 4 in the morning... I was about to go upstairs, and I heard the gun shots. I woke Genevieve up and we went outside, and we called 9-1-1... But it was too late. We spent that entire day between the hospital and the police station. They brought dad back with those defibrillator things... But mom didn't even have enough undamaged heart tissue left to make it worth trying. Dad died later that day.. The cops found a couple suspects, the kid who did it even confessed. But when we went to court, it was totally useless. Daddy hired too good of a lawyer. It was the town pastor's son. He saw me... In the woods, just a few days before, practicing this new spell I'd learned. He's one of those close-minded types, you know? The kind that refuses to believe anything outside of his stupid little safety bubble. The kind who thinks that everything he doesn't understand is something to be hated. Anyway, he nearly pissed himself when he saw me. I thought it was hilarious at the time. But mom and dad were really strict about that kind of thing, so I couldn't tell them. Not if I didn't want to be grounded for the rest of my life. I always wonder if they'd be alive if I'd told them. Anyway, after we got home, Vi knew it was my fault. I knew it was my fault. But no one wants to hear the only family member they have left accuse them of something like that. We got into a huge fight. We both gave it everything we had. And after that... We fell apart. We've never even come close to getting along since then, and it's been six years. And I've pretty much been on my own since then. Voila. My family. "
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"Hey everybody! I'm Julia, a 16-year-old aspiring actress from a ridiculously small town in Wisconsin. I don't know what time zone I'm in, so I'll just say that it's 3 in the morning here when your c-box says 8. Do with that what you will. I don't have any other characters yet, but I have a bit of a character addiction, so you'll hear from me again before too long, don't you worry. I heard about this site through mine, which I co-admin with Holly, the genius behind Gwen's twin, Genevieve. "Naiomee stretched out her sore joints, the pleasant feeling of exhaustion after a good night's run flooding her body. She couldn't remember a thing from the night before; everything after the transformation was a blur. She felt sun-warmed earth beneath her, and wondered how long it had been since she had blacked out. She must have fallen asleep on damp ground, she realized, as something almost uncomfortably wet was becoming more noticeable under her shoulder. As she thought about it, she noticed it was damp all around her. Perhaps it was a puddle she'd passed out in.rp sample. at least 200 words.
She thought nothing of it, for soon, she knew she would be in the shower, and then she could crawl into her nice comfy bed to rest up for the last night of the change.
So again, she stretched, her hands trailing through the liquid as her arms reached high above her head. She rolled over and was prodded in the back by the strangest feeling thing. It was cold and oddly textured, and oddly shaped; four points of pressure in a line and one a bit farther down and over. She squirmed uncomfortably against it until she recognized the feeling of it. Her eyes flew open and she sat bolt upright. Her stomach heaved as she turned and looked at the hand she had been laying on. A bone jutted out from shredded flesh, and a solitary fly worked its way to the hollow center that had been sucked clean of the marrow. Her insides lurched as her peripheral vision finally registered. She looked around, horrorstruck, at the carnage. Here lay a foot, there a lonesome torso, a severed head a few yards from it. Then an even more sickening realization struck her. She was laying in the middle of a street- a street littered with carcasses. She raised her hand from the sticky puddle of blood she had slept in to suppress a scream, but the bile that had been rising in her throat beat her to it. The entire village was silent as the grave besides the sound of Naiomee Winters retching amongst the remains of its former inhabitants.
