Post by Megara Price on Dec 16, 2007 14:19:31 GMT -5
Name: Megara Price
Age: 18
Birthday: 03/09/89 (as in 3rd September)
Birthplace: Trisillion, England
Personality: Megara is pretty cold. She doesn't make friends easily, and acts as if she doesn't want them. Actually, she wouldn't mind some, but that'd just how she is. She likes to seem independant and strong, and she is, mostly. She is also very intelligent, which can leave her singled out among her peers. She likes the quiet and the calm, and is very difficult to anger, but when she is angry, yowch. It's only ever happened twice, and it was pretty catastrophic. She's also pretty stubborn, and she won't go back on anything she says or does unless she's really certain it was completely wrong. Despite this, she can be quite caring, in her own way, and she is fiercely protective of anyone who is friends with her.
Appearance: Megara is quite tall for a woman, almost six feet, and very skinny. Her hair is long and almost black, but she keeps it in a bun or a plait out of her way. She dyes it, a lot of the time. She wears glasses, with purple frames, and these serve to hide the fact that her eyes are different colours- blue and green. Her skin is very pale, with freckles on her face and arms. She has a scar across her cheeks from an accident in childhood. She often seems a little shorter than her height, as she has a tendancy to stoop. She tends to wear fairly plain clothes- jeans and a grey or blue shirt with flip-flops or trainers- but she has a tendancy to wear distinctive jewellery.
Picture (put a link here to a picture of your character): ramy.deviantart.com/art/Hinata-54341276
History: Megara was born to a single parent family in Cornwall, England. Her mother was a hippy, but Meg hated all this naturey and outdoorsy. She ran away many times in her youth. When she discovered witchcraft, she ran away to London, covering her tracks so her mother couldn't find her. She stayed there for a while, living on the streets, before a mysterious stranger came and offered her a deal. For a (large) fee, he wanted her to do a spell for him. She did it, a love spell in fact, and he was so grateful he offered to send her to France, to leave her mother behind permanently. It was only when she was on the plane that she realised she'd never told him about her mother. A few weeks later, she heard of the mysterious death of the woman on whom she'd cast the love spell, and the subsequent inheritance of several million pounds of the man who had paid her. Feeling dreadful about what she had done, she enrolled herself in a school where she could learn to use her powers properly.
Sample RP: Megara looked up from her book at the people around her. Holding hands, friendly. Gah. She wasn't sure if she was jealous or scornful. A little of both, she figured. Whatever. She looked down at her book again. She didn't need people to be happy. She didn't need friends. No, her book was enough for her.
For a few minutes she carried on reading, oblivious to the world, pretending she was happy. Then a shadow fell across her, and she looked up, seeing a face that was alone as well. She recognised the look in the eyes. Maybe she did want a friend after all.
Joss Rocks My Socks
Age: 18
Birthday: 03/09/89 (as in 3rd September)
Birthplace: Trisillion, England
Personality: Megara is pretty cold. She doesn't make friends easily, and acts as if she doesn't want them. Actually, she wouldn't mind some, but that'd just how she is. She likes to seem independant and strong, and she is, mostly. She is also very intelligent, which can leave her singled out among her peers. She likes the quiet and the calm, and is very difficult to anger, but when she is angry, yowch. It's only ever happened twice, and it was pretty catastrophic. She's also pretty stubborn, and she won't go back on anything she says or does unless she's really certain it was completely wrong. Despite this, she can be quite caring, in her own way, and she is fiercely protective of anyone who is friends with her.
Appearance: Megara is quite tall for a woman, almost six feet, and very skinny. Her hair is long and almost black, but she keeps it in a bun or a plait out of her way. She dyes it, a lot of the time. She wears glasses, with purple frames, and these serve to hide the fact that her eyes are different colours- blue and green. Her skin is very pale, with freckles on her face and arms. She has a scar across her cheeks from an accident in childhood. She often seems a little shorter than her height, as she has a tendancy to stoop. She tends to wear fairly plain clothes- jeans and a grey or blue shirt with flip-flops or trainers- but she has a tendancy to wear distinctive jewellery.
Picture (put a link here to a picture of your character): ramy.deviantart.com/art/Hinata-54341276
History: Megara was born to a single parent family in Cornwall, England. Her mother was a hippy, but Meg hated all this naturey and outdoorsy. She ran away many times in her youth. When she discovered witchcraft, she ran away to London, covering her tracks so her mother couldn't find her. She stayed there for a while, living on the streets, before a mysterious stranger came and offered her a deal. For a (large) fee, he wanted her to do a spell for him. She did it, a love spell in fact, and he was so grateful he offered to send her to France, to leave her mother behind permanently. It was only when she was on the plane that she realised she'd never told him about her mother. A few weeks later, she heard of the mysterious death of the woman on whom she'd cast the love spell, and the subsequent inheritance of several million pounds of the man who had paid her. Feeling dreadful about what she had done, she enrolled herself in a school where she could learn to use her powers properly.
Sample RP: Megara looked up from her book at the people around her. Holding hands, friendly. Gah. She wasn't sure if she was jealous or scornful. A little of both, she figured. Whatever. She looked down at her book again. She didn't need people to be happy. She didn't need friends. No, her book was enough for her.
For a few minutes she carried on reading, oblivious to the world, pretending she was happy. Then a shadow fell across her, and she looked up, seeing a face that was alone as well. She recognised the look in the eyes. Maybe she did want a friend after all.
Joss Rocks My Socks
