Post by di on Jan 15, 2010 17:22:20 GMT -5
welcome to the wings...
CandiceDianeBrook !
"...could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom"[/center][/size]
WHO ARE YOU ?
name ! Candice Diane Brook (Di, Candy (Rare cases))
age ! 19
sexual orientation ! Straight
gender ! Female
hometown ! N/A
species ! Eraser
WHAT'S YOU'RE STYLE ?
image ! As at the top.
appearance ! She stands at around 5'8" or 5'9", and weighs around about 125lbs. Her skin is fairly pale, but she prefers it that way. Her favorite outfits consist of anything practical, well-suited to weather, and that she looks good in. Di would rather look good that be comfortable, and her shoes are usually heavy boots, (no heels) that are hard to slip or trip in, and that protect her feet. Of course, they have to look good too.
other ! She tends to carry a bag with her basic beauty essentials; mirror, hairbrush, lip gloss, hair ties, and mascara.
AND YOUR PERSONA ?
likes ! Cold weather, cats, soft toys, consistency, feeling safe, milkshakes.
dislikes ! Warm weather, small dogs, people who are extremes of happy/depressed, having to spend ages on hair/makeup, bright lights.
fears ! She's afraid of being seriously scared, finding her family, blood, being embarrassed.
strengths ! Running, kicking, acting
weaknesses ! Punching, being nice to other people, and she's a sucker for crying kids and animals in need of assistance.
WHAT'S YOUR PAST ?
powers ! Nope.
history !
Di spent the early part of her life just as any other eraser would have. She excelled at tasks involving chasing, or running of any kind, in either eraser or human form. However, when it came to strength, she got sick of losing all the time, and tried to use other techniques to get around her weakness.
After being told to work out, to try to develop some strength that way, she decided that as soon as she deemed it possible, she was outta here.
On one of her early missions outside the School, she fled. Abandoning everything, not that she'd had a lot to start off with. She spent some time in New York, looking over her shoulder, scanning the crowds for any familiar faces.
When she could afford it, she bought a plane ticket, and spent the entire flight huddled in her seat, looking up at anyone passing, knowing that she couldn't get away; if she was found here, then she was doomed.
She spent sometime in Cornwall, mostly around the Newquay area. This was enjoyable, but she knew that there was no way she was completely prepared for the real world.
Again, she saved up money for another plane ticket, half-hoping to run into other erasers on the flight, to put her out of this misery.
Before she went to the school, she stopped at a park, the same one that she'd ran from, the one she'd left the erasers behind at.
As she reached the school, she headed back, tail between her legs (though not quite literally), and was taken back in, much to her surprise. The scientists treated her worse than before, but she was content, because she realized that in a sick, stupid way, this was home.
WHAT'S BEHIND THE KEYBOARD ?
offline name ! Rachel.
age ! ...
experience ! Here? None. Other: few years.
other characters ! None yet.
roleplay sample !
Candice wandered through the park, her white sneakers making almost no noise on the grass. It was early morning, so aside from the occasional runner, she was mostly alone. At midday, the lights were too much, bouncing off windows, bright and confusing. At nighttime she was in her element, the dim streetlights provided the only light, and outside, everything seemed even darker. Night also seemed to suck the color out of everything. In the white light, colors were easily seen, but in the dark everything was black and white. We were the black, they were the white. If she'd been born at a different time, she could have been a bird kid, with wings, just like an angel... the thought appealed.
Di lent against a lamppost, wrapping her hand around it, trying to get her fingers to meet her wrist. If her nails were slightly longer, then she'd manage it, but long nails weren't practical. The sun was now in view, probably mocking her and feeling really smug hanging up there... There was always someone to rain, sorry, to shine, on her parade.
With a sound more like a hiss than a sigh, she let go of the lamppost and left the park, heading back to Vigil territory. Watch out dogs; Candy's coming home.
other ! Anti-twilight websites make me laugh, hard.
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