The Steering Wheel: Teddeh Bear.
[x] the INTERIOR [x]
Personality:
Satisfaction.
Willow knows nothing of anything going on in her world. She was born inside these walls and she's come to terms with the fact that she'll die in these walls. She's fallen into a routine of getting up, going to school, coming home to her loving parents and sleeping the night away. It's not something she questions. It's not that she doesn't want to know other things. There is a part of her that is curious as to what's outside the walls. But she's happy being guarded. Being told what to do throughout the day. It saves her the trouble of thinking and having to deal with the consequences. She's seen what the government wants to see and she believes what the world wants her to believe. She'd rather cause no ripples and simply float through her life, rather than make trouble.
Curiosity
A part of her wants to know. A part of her longs to know. A part of her needs to know about things that she's not meant to. Willow has no idea what's happening around her, nor that anything is wrong with the world. But a part of her aches to find out. Knowledge is power, and this small girl would love that kind of power. Although she's never dared to step outside of her boundaries, a part of her wants someone to push her into the danger. Push her into the fray. Her subconscious has laid silent for all these years, but now, it may become the pilot.
Change
Change is Willow's once fear. She's afraid of things becoming different than they are, and that she won't know how to handle them. Her one only known desire is to go through the rest of her life, satisfied with the way things are. She longs to get a job just as her mother does, be married just as her mother is, and have children, just has her mother has. She's being trained to become her mother and to become the next productive member of society. Standing in a single file line suits Willow for the time being, and she's perfectly happy to ignore everything around her that doesn't seem right. She's put the blinders on years ago, and completely forgotten they were there. Everything is perfect in her world. Just as they want it.
Daddy Dearest
Willow's relationship with her father has suffered greatly since the death of her mother. While Willow has never really had any strong memories of her mother, she feels that when her father looks down into her eyes, he sees her. Willow has always thought she was being smothered, but felt it was her duty to stand by her daddy's side. While she may be fifteen in body and flesh, she probably only has the mental presence of a toddler at this point. She is nothing but a follower, thanks to the strong arms of her father, which have been both a hindering and a blessing.
Weakness/Pet Peeves:
Confrontation
Willow has never been good at dealing with conflict. She really just shuts down. Disliking loud outbursts of emotion and noise, she simply curls up in the corner and closes her eyes. It almost frightens her when someone disagrees with her. She's so used to everything being laid in front of her, that when she is forced with any type of decision, she can't bear to handle it. It's a great weakness with her, and she finds herself following orders, no matter whom they are given by.
Blood
She hates it. The sight of it sends her into a fit. If it's her blood or anyone else's, she can't stand the sight of it. In her mind, the world as it is, is indestructible. No one can harm her as long as she remains inside of the walls. No one can touch her. The sight of blood shatters that illusion for her, and it questions her very perception of reality. It's something too great for her to handle.
Strength/Weapons:
Knowledge
Knowledge is her greatest weapon. Willow is a great listener, and has a knack for noticing things that people would rather she not. She can pick up on the most subtle nuances of a person's demeanor and read them in a second. It's very hard to lie to this girl. She listens to everything and hears everyone around her. Most secrets would be hard to keep from a girl like this, except for the fact that she has chosen not to listen to anything anymore. She blocks out everything but what the government feeds her. She doesn't believe any of the propaganda, she denies knowing that her government is corrupt. She has burrowed herself so deeply inside the security blanket of lies that she honestly believes that her world is a sanctuary, and those walls are there to protect her, rather than to imprison her.
Flexibility
Since Willow is so small, she also happens to be very flexible. She can crawl into tight spaces and reach things that are much higher than she. Also, she has a very agile and athletic body build. It would seem that she took years of gymnastics training or something similar, but she was simply born this way. She's very flexible and able to support her own body weight, making it fairly easy for her to avoid things and people if necessary. Her slight build and short stature can surely come in handy.
Words
Having read almost all of her father's articles, Willow has a way with words. Her vocabulary is immense and she can have intelligent conversations with the best of them. Consequently, she is very skilled at manipulating people. The most she's ever done is talk to her father in that cutesy little voice of hers that gets him to simply melt. She doesn't see it as manipulation, simply.. getting what she wants. Willow has the potential to talk herself out of anything and everything.
History:
Born the only child of Marideth and Charles, Willow was the daughter of a reporter and a home maker. It was said that her name was taken from a poem that her mother had heard somewhere she was a child. With eyes as emeralds and skin like silk, this was a young beauty. The first ten years of her life were filled with hugs and smiles between the three. She had the perfect family. Her mother allowed her to branch out as far as the toddler wanted. Injuries weren't uncommon in the Stone household, seeing as Willow loved to try new things. She was destined to become as intelligent and inquisitive as her father, with the sweet and caring nature of her mother. And then it happened...
Her mother simply wasn't there anymore. Willow doesn't even remember the specifics of her death. Just that one morning, she wasn't there to tuck her in at night and there were no more smiles among the family. The apartment was quieter... it seemed too large, those walls. Like they couldn't have been built by any human worker. They tortured her, those walls. Those walls that had seen the smiles and the laughter that this family had shared. They stared down at her now. Almost mocked her. Mocked the silence that had been born between father and daughter. She was only ten, but she witnessed a change that would change her for the rest of her life.
Since her father began to guard her, Willow has changed. She doesn't have any friends really. Merely acquaintances. She doesn't trust anyone. Which is why she has her journals. Dozens and dozens of writings beneath her bed that express all her emotion and thought. All her confusion. She doesn't understand her world, she has simply accepted it that way. Her naivety has led her life until this very day. Her father wanted it that way, and she wants it that way. Or so she believes.
Sexuality:Straight as a rainbow and curved as a ruler. She's a bit c o n f u s e d
Status:S i n g l e, daddy would kill me!
[x] the EXTERIOR [x]
Appearance: Tell me no [[ secrets ]] , I'll tell you no l i e s. I'll sleep peacefully between our blood red skies
Willow is a small girl, and stands only five feet in her shoes. She has a frail body with thin wrists and scrawny limbs. She doesn't have the womanly curves of a teenager yet, her bust being a A cup at best. She could be easily mistaken for someone much younger, were it not for her eyes. Her emerald eyes glow as bright as the stars and hold an intelligence that is only rivaled by her innocence. Her body us one that has not seen a day of hard work and her smile is genuine, holding no hint of sadness. She is fond of wearing pants and t-shirts, seeing as that's something simple. She has no unique style. Willow is the type of girl that will simply fade into the crowd if you don't keep your eye on her. Nothing special.
Height/Weight: Approximately f i v e feet and 1 0 2 pounds
Hair Color: A shadowy b l a c k
Eye Color: G r e e n as your envious soul
Skin Tone: P a l e, the sun is not your friend
Additional: N o n e
[x] set in STONE [x]
Character Name: Willow Stone
Nickname: Will
Age: 5 4 7 5 d a y s = 1 5 years
Gender: Adam was packing heat but E v e had the power
Occupation: None
Position: I n n o c e n c e is relative
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