Post by Caitlyn Wren Clark on Sept 11, 2010 21:32:26 GMT -5
Name: Caitlyn Wren Clark
Nicknames: No one calls her any, but if they did, it would be Cait. Call her Wren and die.
Gender: Female
Orientation: She could care less.
Hair: Dark brown.
Eyes: Blue
Skintone: Pale
Personality: Caitlyn can take a lot of time to get used to. She’s blunt and can be very cold-hearted when she wants to be, which is pretty much all the time. She doesn’t care for socialization, and she especially is not fond of people who put up fronts. Even so, she rarely speaks her feelings, unless they’re anger or contempt. She prefers to keep to herself and generally disregards anyone around her. She does what she wants when she wants, and she doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about it. She doesn’t want (or need, in her opinion) anyone else’s help.
Likes: Not much; she tends to tolerate rather than actually like things. So, she tolerates birds, rainy days, and libraries.
Dislikes: loud noises, waking up late, and the color orange.
History: Caitlyn’s mother, Wren, died during the childbirth of Caitlyn’s would-be sister. Her father never remarried, so now Caitlyn is an only child. Her father took up drinking shortly after that catastrophe; Caitlyn can’t remember the last time she saw him sober. Her grandmother feels bad and occasionally sends the two of them money, but most of that is spent on more alcohol. Now, she lives her life to become a Healer so that other families do not have to suffer through what hers did. And she’ll do whatever it takes to get there, even if it hurts someone else emotionally in the process.
Special Skills: Restorative and healing magic, obviously; of course, she never bothered much with defensive magic, so her skills in that are elementary.
Sample Post: Caitlyn stepped out into the night air and was immediately hit with the spray of cold rain. She closed her eyes and tilted her face to the sky, letting the drops run across her skin. She loved the rain. Even though the cold raindrops stung as they hit her cheeks, she'd never felt more alive or more at peace. Not since...
"Want an umbrella?" a small voice said. Caitlyn leveled her eyes down at the speaker: a small child in bright yellow boots and matching raincoat, complete with a clear plastic umbrella. Slightly embarrassed at being caught unguarded, Caitlyn glared wordlessly. "I said," the child repeated, as if she hadn't been heard the first time, "D'you wa--"
"I heard you," Caitlyn said. She turned around and headed back into her house. Any good mood the rain had given her was gone.
~*****~
SLYTHERIN!
Nicknames: No one calls her any, but if they did, it would be Cait. Call her Wren and die.
Gender: Female
Orientation: She could care less.
Hair: Dark brown.
Eyes: Blue
Skintone: Pale
Personality: Caitlyn can take a lot of time to get used to. She’s blunt and can be very cold-hearted when she wants to be, which is pretty much all the time. She doesn’t care for socialization, and she especially is not fond of people who put up fronts. Even so, she rarely speaks her feelings, unless they’re anger or contempt. She prefers to keep to herself and generally disregards anyone around her. She does what she wants when she wants, and she doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about it. She doesn’t want (or need, in her opinion) anyone else’s help.
Likes: Not much; she tends to tolerate rather than actually like things. So, she tolerates birds, rainy days, and libraries.
Dislikes: loud noises, waking up late, and the color orange.
History: Caitlyn’s mother, Wren, died during the childbirth of Caitlyn’s would-be sister. Her father never remarried, so now Caitlyn is an only child. Her father took up drinking shortly after that catastrophe; Caitlyn can’t remember the last time she saw him sober. Her grandmother feels bad and occasionally sends the two of them money, but most of that is spent on more alcohol. Now, she lives her life to become a Healer so that other families do not have to suffer through what hers did. And she’ll do whatever it takes to get there, even if it hurts someone else emotionally in the process.
Special Skills: Restorative and healing magic, obviously; of course, she never bothered much with defensive magic, so her skills in that are elementary.
Sample Post: Caitlyn stepped out into the night air and was immediately hit with the spray of cold rain. She closed her eyes and tilted her face to the sky, letting the drops run across her skin. She loved the rain. Even though the cold raindrops stung as they hit her cheeks, she'd never felt more alive or more at peace. Not since...
"Want an umbrella?" a small voice said. Caitlyn leveled her eyes down at the speaker: a small child in bright yellow boots and matching raincoat, complete with a clear plastic umbrella. Slightly embarrassed at being caught unguarded, Caitlyn glared wordlessly. "I said," the child repeated, as if she hadn't been heard the first time, "D'you wa--"
"I heard you," Caitlyn said. She turned around and headed back into her house. Any good mood the rain had given her was gone.
~*****~
SLYTHERIN!
