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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 4:52 pm
Character name: Gwyn
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: [O]
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Gwyn is a hare witch who lives for plotting tricks, loves to laugh, and hates getting in trouble.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? Not currently, but MAYBE... O.O
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: A crunchy bright orange carrot with green stems that resemble rabbit ears.
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? [Have a Pandora station!]
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? Sewing clothes for herself and others.
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Arts.
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? The stoic/quiet types. Maybe 'cause it's rewarding to get a reaction out of them (however hard she has to work at it).
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) She can sweep people up in conversation, regardless of whether or not they do much talking back, so it's easy for her to make friends (people she considers friends, anyway).
What are your character's personality flaws? The larger the crowd, the more Gwyn closes up and feels like the old lady of the group. Not only does it damage her own self-esteem, it could also damage her relationships with her friends.
What is your character's favourite colour? Any earthy colors, especially green. She loves the earth. * -*
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: Maybe she would be a Death Horseman? She'd be a little more muted personality-wise. Maybe she'd look more along the lines of a traditional gothic witch. Her mount would probably have some hare-like characteristics... > __>
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? As a boy, Gwyn would probably dress sommmmething like this and have chin-length hair with bangs. The freckles and skinny physique would remain.
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? I'm positive she'd probably be very interested in teaching students about minipets, namely breeding so she could have all the rabbits ever. She can be pretty nice and encouraging, especially if people are respectful towards pets.
Who does your character look up to? All her coven mothers. o_o
What is a great weakness of your character? Anything hare/rabbit-like, whether it's a feature, an article of clothing, or a pet. She tends to falter a bit since these things remind her of home (plus she just loves rabbits). This could potentially have some pretty negative consequences during a battle if someone exploited this weakness.
What are their favourite foods? Things like boiled potatoes, corned beef and cabbage, lentil soup, and soda bread. (YUM?)
Favourite fashion style? All the fashions ever. She just loves clothes.
Favourite minipet? Anything that even remotely resembles a hare.
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? The hexed hare girl who has to go on an epic journey with a hero, kiss said hero at the end in order to transform back into a human, and then subsequently ditch him on her broomstick for the epic lulz.
Describe your character as a mythical creature: Jackalope.
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain Maybe the rat in Lady and the Tramp. That rat was an epic troll. (MAYBE IT JUST LOVED BABIES?!)
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? The UK in the human world.
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? She's scared that her coven secretly regrets taking her in.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 10:37 pm
/)_/)
( . . )
Hiding
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Spider webs were good for tangling ankles. If only she had more spider webs. She only had a few, teensy, bitty, little. She needed lots to trip someone, and she wasn't sure she had enough. Maybe she had enough. The chairs were too close together; maybe it looked suspicious. The web was woven around wooden legs, waiting for a "fly". Gwyn cackled silently under the table, shadows cloaking her from older prying eyes. A murmur here, a murmur there, cooking stew and brewing potions--none of the coven knew where Gwyn was. She was close enough to the hearth that she could hear crackling flame. The clatter of a fallen spoon made her ears stand up, but she quickly flattened them and huddled closer to the floor. There was a slur of Welsh curses and then a limping shuffle of feet. The child's wide eyes became even larger with anticipation. Tanned leather boots were hypnotizing off-beat metronomes until they were stopped short by a line of thick spider webs.
"HUOGH--" BAM.
Hoarse, angry swears were smothered by the sounds of speedy little footsteps and a child's laughter.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 12:23 pm
/)_/)
( . . )
Skeptical
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Gwyn had scarcely shut her door when she realized something was a bit out of place. Almond-shaped eyes met sleepy ones. She blinked.
"Now who's this barmy thing?"
A small minipet was coiled up in the corner of her dorm room, tail flushed over its back, long ears pointed to Gwyn. The rest of the girl's pets were staring at the creature from atop her bed.
Gwyn squatted where she stood. "What're y'doin' in my room, little--err..." Gwyn didn't know what to make of the thing. It had a long tail like a horse, but ears like a rabbit's. Was it a rabbit of some kind? Or perhaps a long-eared unicorn? But it lacked any sort of hooves. Or did it? What an odd thing. How it came to be in her room was beyond her, but she wasn't at all unhappy about it.
A few steps later and she was squatting in front of the pet. She reached out and scratched its head. It peered up at her. She poked at its ears and moved its tail around. Rabbit or unicorn? Rabbit-corn? Or perhaps it was more of the fox variety...did it really matter? Perhaps it did? Or didn't it?
WELL, regardless of anything, it reminded her somewhat of a rabbit, so that was that.
"He's in!" Gwyn declared upon standing. Her minis gazed unblinking.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 10:12 pm
/)_/)
( . . )
Puzzles
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Puzzles were puzzling--meant to be built. Why couldn't a puzzle build itself?
Memories were puzzles.
Gwyn stared at the ceiling.
"Don't throw the cream off the table!"
Piss to the puzzles, they're pretzels.
Gwyn dropped a jigsaw piece on a closed eyelid.
The clatter of wooden spoons and bowls on wooden tabletop, skittering wooden chair legs across plywood floor.
Puzzles were meant to be built, but what about un-building them?
"It took me an hour to make enough clotted cream for this lot, but you've gone and botched it all up with yer--"
"Don't yell at the girl, she's only a bairn!"
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one who ruddy tried to make the cream--"
"She was only playin'!"
Gwyn dropped another jigsaw piece on her other eyelid. She pursed her lips and dropped another on her mouth.
What was the point of building a puzzle?
Five voices swirling, others silent. The smallest was muted, fingers etching nail marks into planks.
"It's a simple mess to clean, Hattie."
"It's a simple puzzle we took her in!"
An uproar of scolding.
A stream of violent air burst from Gwyn's lips and the puzzle piece went flying like a broomstick.
The shade of a body and the smell of pine. "There, wee Gwynnie, you can help us wipe the place up, eh? That's all it is. There's a good girl."
Gwyn let the puzzle pieces flutter off her eyelids as she opened them.
"OH, there's a good girl, all right," came an outdoor voice.
"Would you shut up, Hattie!"
Piss to the puzzles.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 3:47 pm
/)_/)
( . . )
Escape
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Ice and legs and slipping and mud and paths and grass and cobblestone and stairs and half a mile 'til the dorms.
What are you running from?
Gwyn's breath left her mouth in visible puffs. At the speed she was running, her boots barely touched the ground. It was almost magical that her hood managed to stay on her head.
Sometimes the funniest thing about a prank was how not funny the pranked person viewed the situation. It really was hilarious.
What are you running from?
She leapt over a fence and tumbled into a dying patch of dirty snow, rolled forward, and continued running. Was the person still chasing her? Who gave a damn?
But then why was she still running?
What are you running from?
Of course she gave a damn--there could be academic harm involved! If word got back to her coven that she'd caused trouble, she'd never hear the end of it. And she had to nag so much to be allowed to apply, too. It'd be a shame. Of course she had to keep running. She had to keep running until she was so far away that the idea of someone chasing her would be laughable.
WHAT ARE YOU RUNNING FROM?
A grimace stole its way across her face and she tripped. Her pace launched her body to the ground, hands reflexively reaching to act as feeble shields, and then a slapping, skidding halt.
Silence.
Gwyn raised her head slowly. Breaths haggard, she lifted her body with tremulous hands. Bleeding hands? Slumped on her knees, she examined her scraped palms, angry at them for trembling so much. They wouldn't stay in her vision. Even they were running away.
Just what was she running from?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 12:40 pm
/)_/)
( . . )
Villain
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This was it.
Judgement day.
Three mortals.
One god.
"Chocolate, you be the hero. Vanilla, you are the heroine. Ashes--"
Tiny claws scraped frantically at wood flooring.
"Ashes..."
Black ears perked and tiny eyes darted upward.
"Ashes," Gwyn stated like a curse, her finger a pointed pistol of decision, "you be the villain."
The Dustbunny skittered away and began investigating a crumpled piece of clothing.
"Ashes," Gwyn called, rising from her chair, "that's not how villains are supposed to act!"
Well, how were villains supposed to act, anyway? Evil, sure. Or were they all evil? Some might've just been confused. But what was a confused person and what was an evil person, really? She was confused. Wait, if she was confused, was she evil?
Strange rabbit purrs interrupted her thoughts. Ashes was attempting to burrow into the shirt. Gwyn stared flatly.
"Oh, forget it, we don't need a villain for this story." She turned to face her other two Dustbunnies.
They were gone.
"...CACH!"
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