Post by Winter Cardwell on Jun 20, 2014 23:10:05 GMT -6
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FULL NAME:: Winter Mae Cardwell
NICKNAMES:: Win, Winnie,Mae
GENDER:: Female
ACTUAL AGE:: Twenty-Four
APPARENT AGE:: Late teens to early twenties
SPECIES/RACE:: Angel (Nephilim)
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: She/Her/Herself
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Straight but not narrow
FACECLAIM:: Nina Dobrev
NATIONALITY:: American
HEIGHT:: 5'6"
HAIR:: Dark brown
EYES:: Brown
SKIN:: Caucasian
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Raised scar in the form of the letter 'E' on her right hip. One pair of wings that are white at the top fading into a golden copper color near the bottom.
APPEARANCE:: More often than not her clothes, hair, and face get streaked with flour when preoccupied with baking. At work she has the tendency to keep outfits simple and comfortable with worn tee shirts and jeans being an unofficial uniform of sorts. Her long, dark brown hair is usually tied up into a messy bun or ponytail so she can work. Accessories are kept to a minimum to keep from getting caught on any of the machinery.
When not at work Winter's clothing is a bit more dressy. Knee high boots of both the flat and high heeled variety as well as Converses are her shoes of choice. She tends to favor long necklaces that can be fiddled with and simple rings that don't catch on her sweaters. Since she has to keep her hair up at work, when out and about or just at home, her hair is almost always down.
PERSONALITY:: Quick to smile and laugh, Winter is in direct contradiction to her name with her warm personality. One of her first reactions upon meeting new people is to offer them cookies or some other form of baked goods. Heavily influenced by her parents, she does her best to be kind to everyone she meets. Sometimes that specific tendency gets her into trouble. Family and friends are important to Winter; hurt either one and her trust will be lost for a while.
She knows that to some people she may come off as far too kind, forgiving, or trusting but to her there's no other way to live. By no means does it mean that she's naive or dumb--Winter just likes to believe that there is good in just about everyone. Sometimes seeing the good in everyone else is easier than seeing the good in herself. At least when it comes to her lineage. While she's not ashamed of it in the least, she does sometimes have issues with the idea that some beings would like her dead just because of it.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: If she's tired enough and in that stage of being between awake and asleep her verbal filter is practically non existent. She also has the habit of talking in her sleep. Also her accent tends to sound a lot thicker when she's tired or upset in some way.
RANK:: Nephilm
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: Edgefield, North Carolina
PROFESSION:: Baker and waitress
PARENTS:: Daniel and Emma Cardwell
SIBLINGS:: None
CHILDREN:: None
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Five uncles on her mother's side (one deceased)
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Winter grew up thinking that the stories her parents told her were just that: stories. Her mother's tales of angels and demons had earned their place beside those of The Little Mermaid and Sleeping Beauty, things to think about while falling asleep. For a long time it stayed that way. Thoughts of Archangels, Seraphim and the like gave way to those of school and before long they weren't thought of at all. Years passed by as Daniel and Emma raised their only daughter, giving her as normal a life as possible. They did their best to keep anything even remotely supernatural at bay, save Emma’s five brothers, even going so far as to have her wings and abilities bound. Their efforts worked for the most part though the girl did have the sometimes unfortunate ability to stumble upon Faerie circles when she’d go off exploring on her own.
Despite the occasional hiccough, life was fairly normal for Winter Mae Cardwell. Days came and went without much incident. She had good friends, passable grades and a love for baking and coffee that didn’t seem like it was going to taper off any time soon. The summer of her sophomore year she became friends with Evan Clark after his family moved next door. From the time they became friends she and him were as inseparable as she was with her other friends. At the beginning of her senior year, she began to get close to a classmate named Parker Addams. It was then that her friendship with Evan started to become strained, the young man believing that he would be better for and with her than Parker. Before long the one that she had considered one of her best friends had become someone that she had to walk on eggshells around, infringing even on her dreams.
After one particularly disconcerting nightmare, Winter took refuge in walking to the nearby Edgefield cemetery to clear her head. Unknown to her Evan had followed with the intent to try and officially ask her out, not understanding or knowing just how much her feelings for him had changed. Winter rejected his offer and he decided that he was going to have her one way or another, holding her down with the intent to force himself on her. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to be able to go through with the sexual part of his assault, Evan took his knife to her skin and left her with an ‘E’ carved into her hip. For years Winter refused to even admit the assault had even taken place. She pushed passed the nightmares and panic attacks through graduation and the death of her grandmother. When it came to light that her grandmother had left her the house her own mother had grown up in, Winter took that as a sign of sorts that a change was needed.
After much back and forth with her parents it was decided that she would move to London for a new start. She had barely gotten her bearings and begun treading water while working at a coffee shop and bakery when one of her uncles that had been visiting was killed in a seemingly freak accident. In the midst of her grieving she found out that a secret had been kept from her. Not just by her uncle but by her parents as well. The binding that had taken place so many years earlier had come undone the moment her uncle died. There was no hiding her lineage any longer as she stood in the living room of the old Victorian with wings outstretched.
OOC NAME:: Care
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: Four years roleplaying on Tumblr
ANY NOTES::
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE::
The din is muted and comfortable as Winter, Arthur, and Isda slide into a booth at the back of the restaurant. Winter settled in right away, shrugging out of her coat and unwinding her scarf. Neither Isda or Arthur bothered to get out of theirs as they picked up their menus and started debating the pros and cons of each special.
“I could get the steak and then you could get the chicken. Then we could half up and share.”
Isda stared at Arthur for a long moment before speaking. “Bro you know that’s not going to happen. I don’t share my food. We go through this every time we come here. I. Don’t. Share. My. Food.”
Arthur, to his credit, didn’t roll his eyes. Instead he snorted out a laugh and pointed at Winter. “You shared with her once.”
Winter looked up from her own menu and blinked, as if she just became aware of their presence. “Whoa. Hey don’t bring me into this, darlin'.”
Isda made a face at the both of them. “That’s because Winter knows what the words ‘one bite’ and ‘just a taste’ mean.” He pointed at his other best friend and scoffed good naturedly. “You seem to think those words mean ‘take the whole damn thing’.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Manners dude. Winter’s got ‘em. You don’t.”
Winter coughed quietly to keep from laughing at their exchange before glaring mildly at Arthur when he pipes up with “Iz…Winter can out belch the both of us. We really gonna talk manners?”
“Ass,” Winter mutters before getting up to help herself to coffee. She pauses for a moment before pouring her friends a cup as well. After carefully setting down the mugs onto the table top she sits back down. “I have manners, y'know. Just don’t bother to use ‘em on you guys. Manners are for people I want to impress.”
“Ouch. That hurts, Winter. Really. Right in the heart.”
{ Winter Mae Cardwell }
FULL NAME:: Winter Mae Cardwell
NICKNAMES:: Win, Winnie,
GENDER:: Female
ACTUAL AGE:: Twenty-Four
APPARENT AGE:: Late teens to early twenties
SPECIES/RACE:: Angel (Nephilim)
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: She/Her/Herself
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Straight but not narrow
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Nina Dobrev
NATIONALITY:: American
HEIGHT:: 5'6"
HAIR:: Dark brown
EYES:: Brown
SKIN:: Caucasian
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Raised scar in the form of the letter 'E' on her right hip. One pair of wings that are white at the top fading into a golden copper color near the bottom.
APPEARANCE:: More often than not her clothes, hair, and face get streaked with flour when preoccupied with baking. At work she has the tendency to keep outfits simple and comfortable with worn tee shirts and jeans being an unofficial uniform of sorts. Her long, dark brown hair is usually tied up into a messy bun or ponytail so she can work. Accessories are kept to a minimum to keep from getting caught on any of the machinery.
When not at work Winter's clothing is a bit more dressy. Knee high boots of both the flat and high heeled variety as well as Converses are her shoes of choice. She tends to favor long necklaces that can be fiddled with and simple rings that don't catch on her sweaters. Since she has to keep her hair up at work, when out and about or just at home, her hair is almost always down.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY:: Quick to smile and laugh, Winter is in direct contradiction to her name with her warm personality. One of her first reactions upon meeting new people is to offer them cookies or some other form of baked goods. Heavily influenced by her parents, she does her best to be kind to everyone she meets. Sometimes that specific tendency gets her into trouble. Family and friends are important to Winter; hurt either one and her trust will be lost for a while.
She knows that to some people she may come off as far too kind, forgiving, or trusting but to her there's no other way to live. By no means does it mean that she's naive or dumb--Winter just likes to believe that there is good in just about everyone. Sometimes seeing the good in everyone else is easier than seeing the good in herself. At least when it comes to her lineage. While she's not ashamed of it in the least, she does sometimes have issues with the idea that some beings would like her dead just because of it.
LIKES::
- Coffee
- Baking
- Reading
- Overcast/Autumn weather
- Good conversation
DISLIKES::
- Bad coffee (Just say no to the bottom of the carafe sludge)
- Being called a bird
- Being kept in the dark about important situations regarding friends and family.
- People that are rude and/or cruel
- Being left alone
STRENGTHS::
- Trustworthy
- Optimistic
- Compassionate
- Resilient
- Protective
WEAKNESSES::
- Headstrong
- Overly sarcastic in stressful situations
- Sometimes a bit too trusting
- Works too hard at times
- A bit of a perfectionist
SECRETS:: If she's tired enough and in that stage of being between awake and asleep her verbal filter is practically non existent. She also has the habit of talking in her sleep. Also her accent tends to sound a lot thicker when she's tired or upset in some way.
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: Nephilm
POWERS::
- Enhanced constitution
- Limited telepathy
- Holiness to heal and cure
- Stronger than a human
WEAKNESSES::
- Prone to deep running emotions
- Cannot connect to the "angel radio" as the others are able to.
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: Edgefield, North Carolina
PROFESSION:: Baker and waitress
PARENTS:: Daniel and Emma Cardwell
SIBLINGS:: None
CHILDREN:: None
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Five uncles on her mother's side (one deceased)
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Winter grew up thinking that the stories her parents told her were just that: stories. Her mother's tales of angels and demons had earned their place beside those of The Little Mermaid and Sleeping Beauty, things to think about while falling asleep. For a long time it stayed that way. Thoughts of Archangels, Seraphim and the like gave way to those of school and before long they weren't thought of at all. Years passed by as Daniel and Emma raised their only daughter, giving her as normal a life as possible. They did their best to keep anything even remotely supernatural at bay, save Emma’s five brothers, even going so far as to have her wings and abilities bound. Their efforts worked for the most part though the girl did have the sometimes unfortunate ability to stumble upon Faerie circles when she’d go off exploring on her own.
Despite the occasional hiccough, life was fairly normal for Winter Mae Cardwell. Days came and went without much incident. She had good friends, passable grades and a love for baking and coffee that didn’t seem like it was going to taper off any time soon. The summer of her sophomore year she became friends with Evan Clark after his family moved next door. From the time they became friends she and him were as inseparable as she was with her other friends. At the beginning of her senior year, she began to get close to a classmate named Parker Addams. It was then that her friendship with Evan started to become strained, the young man believing that he would be better for and with her than Parker. Before long the one that she had considered one of her best friends had become someone that she had to walk on eggshells around, infringing even on her dreams.
After one particularly disconcerting nightmare, Winter took refuge in walking to the nearby Edgefield cemetery to clear her head. Unknown to her Evan had followed with the intent to try and officially ask her out, not understanding or knowing just how much her feelings for him had changed. Winter rejected his offer and he decided that he was going to have her one way or another, holding her down with the intent to force himself on her. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to be able to go through with the sexual part of his assault, Evan took his knife to her skin and left her with an ‘E’ carved into her hip. For years Winter refused to even admit the assault had even taken place. She pushed passed the nightmares and panic attacks through graduation and the death of her grandmother. When it came to light that her grandmother had left her the house her own mother had grown up in, Winter took that as a sign of sorts that a change was needed.
After much back and forth with her parents it was decided that she would move to London for a new start. She had barely gotten her bearings and begun treading water while working at a coffee shop and bakery when one of her uncles that had been visiting was killed in a seemingly freak accident. In the midst of her grieving she found out that a secret had been kept from her. Not just by her uncle but by her parents as well. The binding that had taken place so many years earlier had come undone the moment her uncle died. There was no hiding her lineage any longer as she stood in the living room of the old Victorian with wings outstretched.
{ OUT OF CHARACTER } |
OOC NAME:: Care
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: Four years roleplaying on Tumblr
ANY NOTES::
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE::
The din is muted and comfortable as Winter, Arthur, and Isda slide into a booth at the back of the restaurant. Winter settled in right away, shrugging out of her coat and unwinding her scarf. Neither Isda or Arthur bothered to get out of theirs as they picked up their menus and started debating the pros and cons of each special.
“I could get the steak and then you could get the chicken. Then we could half up and share.”
Isda stared at Arthur for a long moment before speaking. “Bro you know that’s not going to happen. I don’t share my food. We go through this every time we come here. I. Don’t. Share. My. Food.”
Arthur, to his credit, didn’t roll his eyes. Instead he snorted out a laugh and pointed at Winter. “You shared with her once.”
Winter looked up from her own menu and blinked, as if she just became aware of their presence. “Whoa. Hey don’t bring me into this, darlin'.”
Isda made a face at the both of them. “That’s because Winter knows what the words ‘one bite’ and ‘just a taste’ mean.” He pointed at his other best friend and scoffed good naturedly. “You seem to think those words mean ‘take the whole damn thing’.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Manners dude. Winter’s got ‘em. You don’t.”
Winter coughed quietly to keep from laughing at their exchange before glaring mildly at Arthur when he pipes up with “Iz…Winter can out belch the both of us. We really gonna talk manners?”
“Ass,” Winter mutters before getting up to help herself to coffee. She pauses for a moment before pouring her friends a cup as well. After carefully setting down the mugs onto the table top she sits back down. “I have manners, y'know. Just don’t bother to use ‘em on you guys. Manners are for people I want to impress.”
“Ouch. That hurts, Winter. Really. Right in the heart.”
