NIGHTINGALE, christina melanie

[kat]

CHRISTINA MELANIE NIGHTINGALE!?
'I was a flight risk with a fear of fallin’
Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts'

FULL NAME christina melanie nightingale
NICKNAMES chris, mel
AGE 23
GENDER female
BIRTHDAY october 15th
SPECIES witch
ALLIANCE neutral
SEXUALITY heterosexual.

PLAY-BY taylor swift
EYES violet, almond shaped but with a slight slant that makes them look almost cat-like
HAIR blonde, mid-back in length, silky, lustrous, and shiny, thick and naturally curly/wavy with a bounce
BODY TYPE slim and delicate – but don’t be deceived
HEIGHT 5’10
WEIGHT 125 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES violet eyes, lack of marks, blemishes, scars, etc. on her skin
STYLE she tends to try to make herself look perfect, and often succeeds quite well. She uses magic to keep her complexion perfect too. But as far as clothing goes, she doesn’t really have a style. She’ll wear anything from medieval looking cloaks and corsets to preppy little skirts and flats and tube tops or skinny jeans with tees and Uggs.

LIKES

• animals, especially cats
  
• night time, starry skies
  
• having her way
  
• helping others, mainly animals but some people too
  
• strategy games
  
• challenges
  
• winning
  
• cooking, baking
  
• rainy weather
  
• singing, music
  
• living
  
• chocolate, especially white chocolate
  
• flowers, but what girl doesn’t?
  
• books, reading
  
• magic
  
• being a witch
  
• getting revenge for wrongs done to her
  
• writing poems
  

DISLIKES

• sunburns
  
• not having her way
  
• being lied to, deceived
  
• being proven wrong
  
• boredom
  
• traitors
  
• being ordered around by someone, anyone
  
• losing
  
• feeling out of place or alone
  
• mushrooms and tomatoes
  
• pain
  
• feeling like she is being followed or watched
  
• large crowds, she likes her space
  
• stress, tension
  

STRENGTHS

• swordsmanship
  
• clever and quick witted
  
• patience
  
• dealing with animals
  
• good at judging on first impression
  
• very athletic, high endurance
  
• martial arts, fighting skills
  
• persistence
  
• cooking
  
• not easily pressured to do what she doesn’t want to do
  
• sensing the emotions of others, just a natural sense
  
• magic, potion making
  
• schooling her emotions
  

WEAKNESSES

• small size, lack of enhanced strength, speed, etc.
  
• prideful
  
• stubborn
  
• spitfire when provoked
  
• cannot resist a challenge
  
• animals, especially injured ones
  
• ambitious
  
• drawing
  
• sharks
  
• being locked up
  
• low pain tolerance
  

HABITS

• talking to animals, sharing her thoughts with them, as though they can understand her
  
• playing with strands of her hair when upset or nervous
  
• when provoked and angry... she’s really mad
  
• nursing injured animals back to health
  

FEARS

• death, especially by burning alive
  
• torture, rape
  
• being unable to breathe, drowning
  
• sharks, needles
  
• slightly claustrophobic
  
• dying alone
  

DESIRES

• finding true love one day, her soulmate
  

SECRETS

• her fear of needles
  

OVERALL
You know those people it’s hard to read; the ones that are just an enigma to the average person? That would be Christina. Besides the fact that she is often hard to read or figure out, she is also rather sporadic, almost bipolar. Her emotions which are always held under lock and key are actually quite wild and shift and change like an out-of-control ocean; the smallest things making her incredibly happy and then something goes wrong and the whole day is ruined. Luckily, all of this is rather hidden from the outside world, all locked up in her mind – boy would people be surprised if they were to read her mind! Very few people know what Christina is actually like in. In fact, ever since her entire family was brutally hunted down and killed, Christina has become rather closed off from society. She goes out, talks to people, has some friends, but she honestly isn’t your social butterfly. She prefers the company of animals or a good book to that of people; animals are nonjudgmental and don’t hurt you for no reason. In comparison, people make her wary and crowds make her outright nervous. She isn’t antisocial; she just likes her space, both physically and mentally. On the other hand, deep down, she actually wishes she had someone she was closer with, someone she could confide in and love, someone to gossip with and share secret witch secrets with, someone to trust; friend or lover, boyfriend or fellow witch friend, any of the above would do her well.

Once you manage to break through the shield that Christina almost always has up to protect herself from being harmed by others, one will realize that she is actually a very loyal, sweet, and kind person, but with some quirks all her own. This witch has a soft spot for animals, especially cats – she has had pet cats for as long as she can remember - and has a habit of taking in injured or wounded animals and nursing them back to health via magic or other methods. She is also fond of the night with its starry skies and beautiful peacefulness that just makes her feel right at home as well as things that occupy her mind like strategy games – she likes to challenge herself. On top of all that, this witch is also an excellent cook, baker, and chef; cooking helps her take her mind off the stress of the day and, as an awesome bonus, you get amazing food! Unlike many other girls, Christina likes to eat; she has a fast metabolism which means she doesn’t ever gain an ounce no matter how much she eats; but a warning... she hates mushrooms and tomatoes. Like most girls, Chris likes chocolate, especially white chocolate, and flowers, but what girl doesn’t? Another pastime of hers is to write poems; poetry comes to her easily and she sometimes speaks in riddles and rhymes to confuse people when she is bored or when she is in a poetic or medieval mood – she likes to mess with the minds of humans especially.

Like the majority of people, Christina dislikes sunburns, not having her way, being lied to or deceived, being proven wrong, boredom, traitors, stress, being ordered around by someone, losing, and pain. But what sane person likes that anyways? Being ordered around is something of a pet peeve of hers though; she hates it... and once Chris is mad... you really don’t want to be around. She is very patient, but once pushed over her borderline, she can be quite dangerous for such a slim and delicate looking person. In fact, Chris’s looks are actually incredibly deceiving. She looks helpless at first glance, a quick and simple victim, but that is far from the truth. Christina knows how to take care of herself; she excels in swordsmanship and is quite deadly with a dagger as well and she is incredibly clever and quick witted as well as a black-belt in martial arts. She is very persistent when she sets her mind on something and is stubborn as a bullheaded pig when she really wants something. This witch is not someone who just backs down when challenged. She is also good at reading people, sensing their emotions, and judging on first impressions. If someone were to ask her how she knew, she wouldn’t have been able to answer; she just had a natural sense that told her if someone meant her harm or was a good person. And of course, as a witch, she excels with magic and potion making... and trust me, you don’t want to end up at the recipient’s end of her wrath. She has a habit of seeking revenge on those who did her harm

On the other hand, despite the fact that she is incredibly skilled with a blade and with fighting skills in general, her small size and lack of enhanced strength and speed is a factor when it comes to a fight. She is fast and nimble and quick... for a witch... but nothing compared to some of the more physically powerful creatures that roam the world. She still has her magic and potions... but that isn’t always enough... as she learned the hard way. She also has an incredibly low pain tolerance which means, under torture, she would not hold out long. She also has an intense fear of sharks and hates being locked up and feeling helpless. Death by fire a d being unable to breathe or drowning are other things that haunt her dreams, causing her to wake up screaming in the middle of the night sometimes...

MOTHER Lillian Rose Nightingale [deceased]
FATHER Christopher Jeremy Nightingale [deceased]
SIBLINGS none
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE lives alone, no special someone in her life for now
ETHNICITY Caucasian
WEALTH STATUS rich, she inherited the family fortune when her entire family was whipped out except herself
OVERALL
Christina is a pureblooded witch, her bloodline running back for centuries through generations of pureblooded witches. She was born to Lillian Rose Nightingale and Christopher Jeremy Nightingale. She was an only child but something of a protégée in her family. There was a prophecy around her that she would become the salvation of their family and bring them to power and might. Unfortunately, unless there is some long-lost relative of hers sitting around somewhere, this prophecy will never come true... But more on that later. From the beginning of her life, Christina was taught in controlling her powers of magic and how to brew potions and showed a natural affinity for it that was only to be expected of a daughter of the prestigious Nightingale family. Everything in her life was normal for a witch. She gained her powers and control over them one by one, was homeschooled, and was just a sweet person in general. Everything was normal... It was almost boring... But then things went dreadfully wrong somewhere. For ages her family had been hunted down by humans and hunters, burned at the stake when discovered or drowned by stupid tests humans would make to discover the identities of witches... which never worked... But this time it was different. Rather than being hunted down one by one by being discovered by accident, someone or some ones were actively working to kill their entire family... one by one. No one knew who it was or who they were. No one could ever see them coming. Every day a household was attacked and the next day found brutally murdered... and on the wall, written in blood, a message; you’re next.

Christina’s family went into a wild frenzy, potions and magic spells of protection were woven around every household, everyone huddled together, hoping a greater number would protect them. They also all turned their eyes on Christina and people whispered that the time was coming... But Christina never understood what they meant with that. She felt overwhelmed and uncertain of what to do; she felt that she had to do something, that she was the only one who could save her family. The burden of everyone’s hopes slowly crushed Christina as her attempts to save her family came up for naught. On one dreadful day, October 16th, the day after her eighteenth birthday, the killers came and struck once again... this time for the last time. The entire remaining Nightingale coven was in the ginormous family mansion that Chris’s family owned, fast asleep, believing that Christina would protect them, stuck in their silly trust in their elders, that everything would be fine as long as they said it would be. That night, Christina lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling, wondering what her life had come to, questioning everything, wondering if she really even was the protégée witch who was supposed to save her family. While she was lying in the dark, the enemy struck. There was never a noise, no warning; most of the witches never woke up, much less managed to make a sound. Christina lay in her bed the entire time, unaware of what was going on, unaware that as she was lying there, she was creating a spell of invisibility around herself, an enchantment fueled by all the dying witches around her.

The prophecy had been misunderstood. Christina wasn’t going to bring her family to power. She was going to be the last survivor, the only one to carry on their bloodline, their savior from being completely eradicated, their last hope. Footsteps came up the stairs, more deaths, more power flooded into the spell that was attempting to protect Christina. Finally, the door opened, and a cloaked figure peered in. The young witch had gone into a strange sort of trance, her violet eyes glowing with a certain power she never knew she possessed, and still doesn’t know that her has. Power radiated from her as all the deal souls of her ancestors wve webs around her to hide her. Christina never saw the figure, she doesn’t remember a thing about the incident except that she had been awake and thinking about something, though what she could not remember after a while; she would never have been able to see any distinguishing features anyways from the killer, the hunters set on demolishing her family. The killer looked in, saw nothing but an empty room and the smell of blood, and believing he had completed his mission, left. Christina wouldn’t regain consciousness until the next day, when she woke up to the horrible stench of death and blood. She ran through the house even though she knew everyone was dead. She just knew. But she had to check. The message on the wall this time was different, but once again written in the blood of her family; Now I am done. Finding everyone dead and realizing she was the only one left but not sure how she had survived, Christina reacted like most people would have in her situation. She broke down. And it took her two years to come to terms with the fact that she was the only Nightingale left. In the mean time she went through the motions of her life, almost numb.

The identity or identities of the murderer is still a mystery to her and while she wants to find that person and bring him or her to justice... Just thinking about all the death and all the blood... It makes chills run up and down her spine. But thinking of revenge... is bitter sweet, and such a good distraction. Justice. But for the mean time, the killer remains unknown... and Christina is forced to live her life like she used to... but without the comfort and help of the family she had grown to love.

NAME/ALIAS kat, katterz
AGE 16, 17 in a few days
TIME ZONE west coast, pacific
HOW YOU FOUND US emily recruited me
OTHER CHARACTERS n/a
RP SAMPLE

Seventeen was probably a delicate age for a girl, emotions running wild with the hormones acting up and all. At the very least, for most seventeen year old girls at least, by the time one was seventeen, one’s body had almost finished developing, or at least had reached a point where changes were much slower than they had been in the two or three years previously. Every girl responded and reacted differently to what was happening to them in those times; Ginny happened to be one of the few who had gone through the awkward phase with ease and now just continued on with her life as if nothing had happened, feeling perfectly at ease with herself, putting her in the minority there. Before the changes, Regina had been your typical young girl, honestly not someone to pull anyone’s attention – which had suited her just fine, since, as a thief, pulling attention to one’s self was the last thing you wanted to do – but she had seemed rather incomplete and perhaps even a little awkward looking. But now Regina had grown to be quite the pretty young lady – though she herself hadn’t quite come to notice it just yet. Her thin, lanky frame had gained some curves, giving her a more elegant figure, more feminine, though not in the big breasted, hour-glass figure kind of way. Regina would be better compared to a cat with her gentle and subtle but definitely there curves. She had also managed to get through the teenager phase, at least so far, without skin problems; her skin was absolutely clear of any blemishes what-so-ever, which she was glad of. She had also allowed her hair to grow out in the past year so that it now fell down to her back ins silky blonde waves – since her transformation into an ice elemental, her hair had also lightened a shade or two. With her fair looks, she was certainly becoming pretty enough to pull some male attention.

As far as guys were concerned, though, Ginny didn’t care much for them… yet at least. Perhaps that was because most of it she got from walking down the street and from strange older men rather than from her peers in school since she just about never went to school, but all the same, Ginny hadn’t grown to the point where she was all-together interested in the opposite sex. Perhaps she was slow in that respect, but it was how it was all the same. So, until this point and probably for some time longer, there was no male of interest in Regina’s life. None of this was on Regina’s mind, of course, as she ran toward her eldest brother and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly and welcoming him home. No, her mind was completely focused on Valen and would be until she left his presence. As she pulled back, a smile twitched her pink lips up as Valen quickly caught her before she could escape and with a quick flick of his arms, brought her sideways into his lap, his arms coming around her as he rested his chin on her shoulder. An amused “Hmph,” was the noise she made in response to his teasing, but she quickly grinned up at her brother and wrapped her arms around him again to squeeze him back, “Well I’m wide awake and even if I were to go back to bed, I doubt sincerely that I would fall asleep again, so it’s a lost cause. I will never be beautiful,” she joked back lightly, overjoyed that she had gotten a smile out of him, just as she had wanted. Zoe remained at a distance, not seeming to share Ginny’s overjoyeous emotions at seeing Valen back. In fact, the cat almost looked miffed, perhaps because she wanted all of Ginny’s attention for herself, but Zoe would have to wait for a while now because Ginny’s thoughts were revolving only around Valen.

“Really!? So you’re going to be staying longer than usual!?” Ginny exclaimed, before remembering that her little brother was sleeping only a few feet away. She brought a hand up to her mouth and made an apologetic look, mouthing “oops,” before smiling sheepishly. “Well, in that case, I’ll make sure to make it all tomorrow, cake, cookies, and banners; the whole package,” she said, her voice soft but still quite excited. Valen rarely stayed long on the rare occasion that he was even around and the opportunity to spend more time with him made Ginny overjoyed. It certain would keep her from boredom while he was here. As Valen released Ginny, she hopped to her feet, looking up at him expectantly to see where they were going or what he was planning on doing. She quickly followed him as he put a finger to his lips and headed out of the room, closing the door carefully behind them. The Russian Blue just barely squeezed through the crack between door and wall before the door shut. The cat took several steps forward, winding herself around Ginny’s legs before tensing as another creature came out of the dark. The cat’s body tensed, fur ruffling as the distinctive scent of dog filled the room, leaving it’s scent behind, before the creature vanished into Samaela’s room. Zoe wrinkled her nose but remained silent. The cat doxa really didn’t like dogs. In fact, the only being that Zoe did like, was Ginny. The cat glanced up at her owner and sat down once again, grooming one of her paws as she eyed Valen with Ginny through slitted eyes as the eldest child of the household planted a kiss on top of Regina’s head right before they started to walk down the stairs. As they started to move, Zoe hopped to her feet and moved to follow.

As they walked, Regina nodded her head as Valen spoke. “Yeah, I’m glad too,” she murmured. It really wasn’t very often that Valen was home, and while Regina wished it was otherwise, she knew better than to complain or even mention the fact that Valen wasn’t at home enough. It wasn’t like he could help it. And the job she had set herself at the moment was to keep Valen happy anyways, so that topic would only lead to awkward silences and sad thoughts. They entered the huge kitchen and Valen turned on two of the lights, keeping the room dim, perhaps for similar reasons to why Ginny hadn’t turned on the lights in her room to read. As Valen spoke again after she mentioned that she could now get out of a head lock, Ginny glared, feigning hurt, as he said that it didn’t count if she practiced on her sister. “I know that! And as a matter of fact, I’ve been practicing on Constantin so there!” she replied haughtily, before breaking into a grin to show that she really wasn’t insulted and had knowing he had only been teasing. Ginny plopped down on a seat at the counter, watching as Valen went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of apple cider, winding a strand of her light blonde hair around one of her fingers absently. She continued to watch as he went about the kitchen, pulling out a pot, settling it on the stove, pouring some cider into its depths, reaching for some cinnamon above, and lighting the fire, before settling back against the counter across from her. “So… I heard you were to Russia? I’m assuming it was cold there? I was there once… didn’t like it much though, even though you know how I love cold weather,” she said amiably at random. It really was amazing how chatty Ginny could be when she was around Valen. It really only was around him that she felt free to act as she pleased. She could even tell him about her thieving escapades without having to worry about him getting angry with her.

Ginny remained at her stool for a while as she watched her brother remove his coat and take out a cigar, using the stove fire to light it, before puffing on it and speaking again. In response, Ginny grinned, “As if!” she replied, scoffing as though the thought of her behaving and staying out of trouble was ludicrous, “Life is boring if you always play it safe,” she added, “But don’t worry. I’m always careful. Havn’t been caught yet, after all!” Zoe hopped up on the stool beside Regina, awaiting an ear scratching, which she promptly received as Ginny stretched out her hand to gently tickle her behind the ears. Zoe immediately started to purr and push into Ginny’s hand as Valen got up once more to retrieve two mugs, using a ladle to swirl it around before filling both mugs. After a moment the ice elemental got up and moved to sit at the island table as Valen turned off the stove and returned to join her at the table, sliding her her cup. Ginny gladly took the mug and sniffed it. Zoe wandered over, hopping up onto the seat beside Ginny, watching her intently but still remaining silent. Seeing that the liquid in the mug was too hot for her to drink without burning her tongue, Ginny tapped the mug with one finger, using her cyrokinesis to send tendrils of cold into the mug to cool it down just enough so that it was drinkable by her standards. She then took a sip and licked her lips. It was tasty as always. As Valen began to speak again, Ginny raised her attention from her cup to focus on Valen again, listening intently as he spoke. She was silent for a moment then, giving some consideration to his words. If father wanted to move them again, that probably meant that someone was targeting the house and he wanted to protect his family. Ginny sighed. Well perhaps things were going to get more exciting around here after all, though not in the way she would have preferred. She smiled as Valen continued speaking, mentioning that that would probably mean him staying around longer. “Yeah, I was thinking around the same lines. Dad always had a reason behind what he does so if he wants to move us to Madrid for a while, there’s probably a really good reason behind it.”

“As for Kristofer wanting to learn to ride a pony, I’m sure somewhere in Madrid you can find a pony to teach him, but you do have a point with Julia…” Ginny continued, nodding as Valen mentioned the last time their father had hired henchmen to watch them. That had been one hectic incident. Ginny herself had gotten so pissed at not being allowed to do what she wanted which had been to go outside and rob a coming-through prince, that she had slipped horse laxative into one of their drinks in revenge… It hadn’t been a very smart revenge… but it had still been incredibly amusing. Ginny grinned as she remembered the incident. They had never figured out what she had done and she had never told anyone… not even Valen… but she had only not told him because she had later thought it to have been rather childish compared to what her siblings had done; actually picking fights with the guards. Regina was busy thinking about this, occasionally sipping at her cider, when, out of nowhere, her cup vanished from her fingers and she found herself in a headlock, being tickling. Let out a squeak and trying desperately to not laugh hysterically – Ginny happened to be incredibly ticklish – she squirmed. Valen’s breath tickled her ear as he spoke, teasing her and calling her pipsqueak. He kept a firm hold on her, obviously actually testing her despite the fact that they were having fun. Ginny was not very strong, so physical combat was really not one of her strong points. But she hadn’t been lying when she had said she had been practicing with her eldest brother. “I’ll show you,” she said between gritted teeth as she tried to stop laughing as he continued to tickle her sides.

Ginny forced herself to relax all her muscles, revolting against the desire to laugh and giggle and squirm. Then with a sharp, nimble movement, she wrenched herself around, grabbing Valen’s arm as she did so… unfortunately Valen was both larger and stronger than her second eldest brother Constantin and Ginny found that she really didn’t have the strength to wrench his arm aside far enough to escape. Unhappily, Ginny pushed and shoved against Valen’s arm, “No fair!!!” she complained, “You’re too strong! How am I supposed to get free?” But then she had an idea, even as she spoke. As much as she didn’t want to hurt her brother, she also didn’t want to disappoint him by showing that she couldn’t escape a headlock after-all. So she jerked around, using her elbow to knock into Valen’s stomach, attempting to knock the wind out of him, and, hopefully, if her attack had worked, loosening his hold and managing to slip free.

[KEL]

A C C E P T E D
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