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 Candle Windwalker, Work in Progress
Candle
Posted: Jul 23 2009, 11:43 AM


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and that's how we'll begin
introduce yourself.
    name | Candle Windwalker
    nicknames | Little Violet
    title |---
    gender | Female
    species | Quadling
    religion | Atheist
    sexuality | Straight
    birthplace | Ovvels, Quadling Country
    current residence | Cloister of Saint Glinda
by my looks he won't be blinded
describe yourself.
    height | 5'4
    eyes | Violet
    hair/fur | Dark brown, falls around her face in loose, tangled curls. In the summer it tends to get lit up with golden brown highlights. Her hair is exceedingly long, it falls nearly to her waist due to the fact that she had never, ever cut it.
    age/birthday | 16, July 5th
    build | Small and pixie like, very dainty, slender features.
    unique physical traits |---
    other |
this gift or this curse
share your talents.
    education level | Home schooling
    attended school(s) | None, she was taught all she knew from her family when she was at home and from the maunts at the Cloister.
    chosen major/minor |---
    other | Though she had never been to a school, Candle had always had a passion for learning new things, especially when it comes to music.

    magic abilities | Candle has a talent for "reading the present", she is very aware of the events going on around her. Though she cannot see into the future, she really takes her gift t heart, always following her instinct. She also has a talent in playing her domingonm, which is enhanced by a Pheonix feather and enjoys playing to the Animals, who tend to sing along.

    past profession(s) |---
    current profession(s) | Works in the kitchen at the Cloister under the sharp supervision of Sister Cook. Sister Cook also taught her to speak proper language, though she's so shy she still prefers to communicate in her native tongue around most people.
feeling things i've never felt
how do you feel?
    likes
    x. Playing her domingon
    x. Helping others
    x. Reading poetry
    x. Singing on her own or with her trio of farm Animals
    x. Cooking
    x. Attempting at new recipes
    x. Learning new songs

    dislikes:
    x. Arrogant Men
    x. The dark
    x. The cold
    x. Rain
    x. Causing pain to others

    hobbies:
    x. Playing her domingon
    x. Reading
    x. Sewing
    x. Helping others
    x. Singing
    x. Cooking
    x. Attempting to write poetry

    fears:
    x. Heights
    x. Having children
    x. Harming others
    x. Death {Then again, who really doesn't? }

    flaws:
    x. Her shyness
    x. She only really likes speaking in her native tongue, no matter what Sister Cook says to her
    x. Very insecure
    x. Stubborn

    family |
    x.Her parents {deceased}
    x. Her aunt {deceased} and uncle

    She now considers Sister Cook and Yackle as family, they're all she's really got.
    best friend(s) |---
    relationship(s) |
    future goals |

    personality |

    history |
once i prove my worth
meeting the qualification.
    name/alias | Kitty
    face claim | Leighton Meester
    canon or original | Canon
    custom account title |
    roleplay experience | 3 years
    how did you find us | Livejournal ad
    other characters |---
    other | I've already got an icon, but I was wondering if anyone could make me a banner for my account?

    example roleplay post |

    RP as Scaramouche on a wwry website:

    Scaramouche lay tossing and turning in bed. She had it to herself after she had turfed Galileo out because he was being a royal pain in the proverbial ass. But the moment the door had closed behind him, she had instantly regretted it. The room was now deadly silent apart from the echoing sounds of her own sighs and frustrated growls. His side of the bed was not cold, although his familiar scent that hung over his side of the bed penetrated her brain, her own restlessness beginning to settle in.

    She rolled into his half of the bed, seeking his pillow. She sat up and hugged it close, burying her nose into it and inhaling his lingering scent. A scent she loved and that was, in a way, exclusively hers. She held it close to her for a moment, ignoring the cool air that swirled around her, licking her skin and raising goosebumps upon her smooth skin. She shivered.

    Throwing the pillow aside she stood up, reaching for the nearest item of clothing at hand. Her fingers closed around the cloth of one of Galileo's shirts that had been carelessly discarded during one of their frenzied moments. She pulled it on, letting the material slide down, caressing her skin. Wrapping her arms around herself and praying that the shirt was long enough, Scaramouche exited the room, looking for the Dreamer.

    In the day the Heartbreak was dark. At nighttime it was even more so. Lights were lit at infrequent intervals down the echo riddled hallways, casting dark shadows around Scaramouche. she shivered and quickened her pace, desperate to find Galileo and return to bed, preferably with him.

    One of the doors was slightly ajar, a dim light pooling around the small doorway. Scaramouche crept closer to it, peaking into the room.

    The shadows were imposing and, to anyone whom was still half asleep, frightening. As her eyes scanned the seemingly empty room she noticed a hunched form huddled in one of the chairs. Stepping into the room cautiously, Scaramouche approached the lone figure, realizing with a jolt who it was.


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