Post by Ginger Winters on Dec 3, 2010 23:27:10 GMT -7
Ginger "Frost" Winters
"I wanna walk not run, skip not fall; I wanna look at the horizon and not see a building standing tall"
The Facts
Character Name: Ginger Winters
Nicknames: Frost
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Werewolf
Your Job: Volunteers at random places; can't actually hold a job, but her heart is in the right place.
The Appearance
Hair&Eyes: red hair; clear, silver-gold eyes
Height: 5ft 4in
Weight: not about to be shared
Overall Appearance: She has a soft face, creamy skin and sweet smile. She wears her hair down and tiny artic diamond earrings left to her by her grandfather (they were her grandmothers). She loves wearing layers and jeans - basically comfortable clothing for low prices.
The Person
Personality:
1. Sweet
2. Kind of old fashioned
3. Cares about the well-being of others
4. Head strong at times
5. A closed book
History: On May 6th Ginger was born to a humble couple who lived out in the country. She grew up on a secluded farm, normal and power free. She had a brother three years older than herself, by the name Blake. Her grandma passed to heaven when she was eight. Her grandfather moved to live with the three of them as a result. Ginger had actually made her parents and older brother see that her grandpa shouldn't be stuck all alone in some strange house. The family grew closer with his presence. Ginger was happy, normal and innocent as ever.
Then she turned thirteen. Her beloved brother Blake unexpectedly took his own life in the early summer. He left a note for only her, one which she has never shared with anyone. Than her grandfather passed away peacefully in his sleep on the first day of autumn - the same day his wife died. He'd given Ginger the earrings that night, saying that they would forever guard her heart and soul. Ginger has never taken them off. On New Years Eve, she was bitten by her werewolf, confusing it for a lost dog while on her way back to the party (her parents had asked her to run back to their farm to grab the batch of cookies they'd forgotten). Her transformations hadn't begun until her fourteenth birthday. She knew full well it would break her parents hearts if she ran away from them, but she had to to keep them safe.
Ginger wrote them a letter about what had happened and escaped through her bedroom window in the dead of night. She writes to them often, always ending with 'I wish you could reply, but I'm moving fast and don't linger. When I slow down, I'll include for you an address'. She ran into Kyle De Nari one night when they were both in werewolf form and asked him if he knew a place were people like them were accepted. He told her of a school, but suggested she stay out of it. Ginger didn't take his full advice, and went to the school, saying only half a year before dropping out. She was fifteen and a bit.
She is now eighteen.
Likes:
1. Silence
2. Singing country
3. Helping
4. Taking long walks to nowhere by herself
5. Writting her parents
Dislikes:
1. Large cities
2. Loud noise
3. Crying in front of people, because it makes her face all red (the only time she thinks she's ugly)
4. Jerks
5. Telepaths
Strengths:
1. Admitting when she's messed up
2. Putting up mental walls to keep telepaths out (or at least most of them)
3. Protecting herself
4. Taking life slowly
5. Fundraising for town events and whatnot
Weaknesses:
1. Holding a job
2. Sharing her personal stories with others
3. Admitting that she's lonely
4. Walking away from a situation that she knows she can fix
5. Lying through her teeth (she has to have time to come up with a good lie)
Anything Else: Nothing
RP Sample:
I know how hard this will be on you, I have seen it before. I am everything you have left and for me to vanish in the night is something I would not have done had I known there was another way. But the fact remains that your safetly would be threatened had I stayed with you. I cannot say what has happened to me, because I fear you shall hate me, regardless if I believe also that that is impossible. Just know that I love you and will write you often. I wish you could reply, but I'm moving fast and don't linger. When I slow down again, I'll include for you an address.
Ginger folded the letter and kissed it before tucking it behind the angel and fairy glass figures standing in front of her mirror. A single tear rolled down her cheek and fell on the paper before she wiped her eyes and drew a deep breath. Swinging her bag over her shoulder, she lifted open the window and turned out her lamp. One leg, two legs and she let go of the window sill, disappearing into the blackness.
