FOX, kathleen mcgraw *major wip*

[kathleen]

KATHLEEN MCGRAW FOX !?

'Wake up, the wicked witch is dead!'

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"Why hello there! How are you this fine day? Oh yes yes, my name, how rude of me. The gods have blessed me with the name Kathleen Mcgraw Fox. Oh, your such a darling, I honestly think it's a beautiful name as well. I'll understand if Kathleen leaves your tongue in knots, so I don't mind you calling me Kat or something of that caliber. Those few loved ones I have call me "Little Foxy", and no they are not referring about my sexual appeal when they started calling me that. Anyway, I have lived a wonderful life for thirty-seven years. Hey! Thirty-seven is not that old! I was born on a warm day, September sixteen to be exact. I'm a lady, obviously, and love comes in many different forms, so sexual orientation is but a pathetic excuse for humanity, I think I can love whoever I desire. I can't help you staring into my eyes, if it's not self-evident enough, I'm one of them creatures they call a witch, hence my oddly colored eyes. War? I'm not really the political type, and I tend to be one with peace and nature. No, that doesn't necessarily mean I'm on the 'good' or 'light' side. Unless you define good the way I do. I rarely ever harm anything or anyone, unless they trouble the balance of things, like trying to overpower humans. How sad! Why do you think creatures like us faded in the dark, because that's the balance of things, humans overpowered all of us three billion to one! We were kept on our right place for so long in peace! Still think humans are incapable? Oh... I'm sorry, that's why I never really talk about these things, I get too carried away, I'll just simply say my siding on this 'war' as neutral, for argument's sake.

Hmm, Have I covered everything? I'm sorry, this day happens to be one of those days where I just can't think straight!"

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

play-by: Diane Kruger

"If you get any sweeter, I fear I might use you to lure ants for my crafts. Out of all honesty, I don't think I look terrible, nor do I think I look that gorgeous. People often say I look young for my age, either they're just trying to get on my good side, or I really do look like it. In my opinion, I do look younger than thirty-seven, I look more like I'm in my mid-twenties or something. You won't get mislead though because if you spend at least more than a minute with me, as you may have noticed already, my eyes tell my age. Enough about me looking young, if I blush anymore, I might just implode. As you can see, I have a some sort of dark-blond hair, I've never really attempted to describe it's color. My hair goes all the way down to my waist, If I didn't take the time to braid it, it's usually left in it's natural wavy state, although I usually always put it in a side braid, so it wouldn't interfere with whatever I'm doing. Then why do I keep it that long? you might ask. Simply because short hair doesn't compliment my face very well, don't judge, witches can look pretty too, can't they?

My eyes, like I said earlier, are violet, like the flowers. They are almond-shaped, but it has sharp eyelashes that seem to make my eyes look feline. I think my eyes look pretty friendly and welcoming, don't you? Despite it having unusual colors I think they're just normal eyes you'd see everyday, nothing special really. My face? Well I wouldn't exactly call it flawless. My face has many, if not full of, flaws. Oh, you make me laugh, you really think it's not so bad? Which one's your favorite feature? My somewhat kind of flat nose that comes up to a rounded point, like my chin, it also comes to a rounded point, or perhaps my somehow prominent cheek bones. Hahaha! As for my overall physique, I'm a little on the underweight side. My bones are very visible, as you can probably tell. No, I don't find my body appealing at all, if I was one of those perverted guys I'd say "She could use a little more meat, more cushion." Anyway, yes I'm bony, I have long fragile-looking arms and legs, naturally, I would have long digits as well. Now let's talk about my style. I'm very fond of wearing dresses of any sort, you will never see me in pants or shorts, never. I wear dresses made from natural materials like cotton, my grandmother used to say processed clothing materials interferes with your magic, so I heed her advice. I prefer traveling barefoot, but if I have to I only wear shoes with flat heels. My only accessories are those passed down from my ancestors, a necklace with a pendant of amber sculpted to look like a rose, and a matching ring also with a rose of amber.

That's pretty much it about my appearance. I look like your local hippie, only much less intense, and I smell of spring time, not decaying wood, because I braid my hair with different kinds of flowers, hence my fragrant. You can stop sniffing me any moment now."

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

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i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

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who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"Hey there! I'm Emmylou, I reside by that name because when I was in seventh grade, we had a play at our school, and I was chosen for the lead female role, and it was one of the best experiences of my life! Anyway, I found this amazing site with the help of Caution2.0 I really look forward to rping with everyone here, I'm obviously new so this is only my 1st char. I have devoted my whole life to music and art. I'm pretty young, just turned fifteen this September, don't judge. I have a really amazing boyfriend that helps me and stays with me through thick and thin, he's my muse, the reason I do most of the things I do. I love my family so much, and my friends, both old and new. I reside in Florida, East coast repinn!"

Oct 8, 2011 18:52:48 GMT @Emmylou said:

Some say the world will end in fire. Nicollette thinks so as well.

She thinks the world might have already started ending before her eyes. Fire everywhere she goes, fire everywhere she looks, some not as bright or as hot as others, but still, it's fire. Fire inside of her, fire being the very force that drives her whole being, fire being the very force that can end her, end it all, her loneliness, emptiness, all of it. She took in air as if she still needed them. She breathed for the sake of breathing. Her rubies for eyes scanned the halls, little wisps of sunlight here and there, dancing on her skin along with the brilliant sparkling it manifests, like diamonds, no like fire, bright and white. She found herself wandering the maze she decided to call her new home, looking for something or someone, not really knowing what for, she just wanted the presence of something, to fill her emptiness.

Nicollette's marble-like feet hits the floor, emitting some sort of mortar and pestle sound. She carelessly walked the halls, knowing here she's safe, no need to hide, to run. She walked not caring about the turns she's making, the stair wells she's climbing, she just walked with her feet. Her feet that somehow brought her here in her new home, with the Romanians. A different kind of fire all together. The moment she stepped foot here in Romania, she already felt the radiant flames coming from the people that swore her in, literally sworn her in. She knew it was for the greater good, joining the Romanian coven. She strongly disagrees with the Volturi's doings, and she was running away from them all this time, she found that Volturi guards were trying to take her for her abilities, but her abilities were the one that helped her escape them.

Taking away memories, selfish, but to think of it life's selfish. Nicollette was given the gift to relieve someone of haunting memories, or even take away the most pleasurable memories. She knew that's why she was valuable to the Romanians, she knew this, but she rather be on the right hands, and that's what the Romanians provided, the right hands to mend her, no, her abilities. Nicollette was so in depth in her thoughts that she didn't realize something, fire. The fire of another being, a fellow vampire, stopped her. She found herself in a library, a library! For a moment she forgot about the man in front of her, a library. The place where she was raised, the place where she knew was home, that's when she knew Romania was her home.

Romania's library provided the same welcoming warm flames Nicollette's old home provided. She let out a squeaky sigh and smiled, if she were able to cry, she would. Then she remembered the man. She bowed her head in respect, stood straight and said, "Apologies, I didn't mean to intrude. I will leave right away, if you wish." She meant to add more, but she just stood, not looking into the man's eyes, waiting for a response.