Post by Lucky Cloverfield on Feb 13, 2013 12:33:08 GMT -5
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Name: Heather
Species (Human, Spirit, Guardian): Human
Affinity(good/bad/neutral): Good
If a Guardian, what of?: N/A
Description of Appearance: Wavy Brown Hair, Olive colored eyes with black glasses.
Abilities: N/A
Strengths: Her creativity and writing skills, her unusually high belief in the Guardians
Weaknesses: Very quiet, easy to manipulate. Very shy and doesn’t socialize much.
Likes: Writing, drawing, listening to music and her interest in fantasy.
Dislikes: Spiders, Bees and Needles (<these are her fears), bullies, getting nightmares, writer’s block.
Allies: Guardians
Enemies: Pitch Black
Crushes/Relationships (if applicable): She doesn’t quite have one but she does end up having some conflicting feelings towards her enemy as the story progresses.
Center (only for guardians): N/A
Bio: Heather is a nineteen year old working part time at a bookstore in Burgess. Like all kids who had grown up, she had forgotten about the Guardians of Childhood, but strangely enough kept her belief that there are spirits and other fantasy creatures that do exist, and it is this that will make her start to believe in the Guardians again. Heather dreams to become an author one day but constantly struggles with the ever so dreaded writer’s block from time to time. She also watches Jamie and Sophie when she's not busy.
Roleplay Example:
Finally, her shift was done! Heather walked out of the bookstore, crossing her arms over her chest at the nippy February air. As she walked on, she looked over and saw kids laughing as they have a snowball fight around a snowman they were building. Smiling, the teen giggled. She wasn’t normally the one for snowy weather, but the sight of kids having fun was something that brought comfort to her. As she walked on she thought about how to break the current writer’s block that troubled her so. What troubled her even more though was the dream she had last night--no...it wasn’t a dream, it had been a nightmare. There was a boy with white hair, a giant rabbit, a small and round golden man, a giant old man and a hummingbird like fairy that were laying unconscious on a stone-floor. Towering over them was a slender man with grey skin. He had reached for the white haired boy who was still awake, but reached out to her, “Believe...you must believe.” He rasped. Heather’s thoughts were soon broken when she felt herself slip on a patch of ice beneath her, falling backwards and landing on the pavement with a thud.
