Post by Mousey on Jan 15, 2012 14:15:35 GMT -5
HUMANS!
[li] Bunnies- Oh my, who doesn't?
[/li][li] Guys- Girls...
[/li][li] Food- Only the typical french food though, although canada is quite good.
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[li] Smarty Pants- Who likes know it alls?
[/li][li] Flirting- She does NOT enjoy being hit on by a guy, but she is a flirt herself.
[/li][li] Big Animals- Sometimes they scare her.
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Personality: Winter is a very manipulative person. She actually needs someone to help her do her deeds, for instance, an awe struck boy. With her 'charms' and 'beauty' she pushes them into doing whatever she wants. Although this works in France, her magic seems to be faltering as she enter Canada. She is actually a very power crazed little munchkin that can't do anything without assistance. A brat if you will. She is not attracted to many, but still has those little crushes every once in a while. To sum it down, she wants to be boss, but outside of France, that just doesn't seem to happen.
Family: Mother died at childbirth, and father was killed in a car crash when she was two. Brother, Krits, was shot and killed when she was fifteen. No other family that she knows of.
History: Winne never knew her parents at all. She only knew Kritz, and adored him. He was her hero, savior, and most of all big bro. He took all the space in her heart, so no one else had any room to scoot in. She looked up to him with the most lovable eyes...well, the love turned to blood when he didnt come home that sunday. She bawled, and bawled, and bawled...you get the point. Till under her eyes bled from rubbing to much. She was only fiteen when on the knews report, a young man was shot and killed.
She roamed for two years, gathering and quitting gangs. Forming and destroying allies. She was cruel. Knotted, twisted, but just very innocent looking. She needs people to survive, but people dont notice it. She was a smart one, picking of parasites and draining them until she was filled. Not trying to sound like a vampire. She was feared the most in Paris. She ruled the streets there for a long while. Almost anyone there knew her, and although she can speak english, she'll curse anyone out in french.
She grew tired of the same scenerey, and where better to reek havoc then a whole diffrent world? She didnt plan on coming here, to Canada, but a few detours and an out of date GPS led her here. Call it destiny, but she kind of liked it. She had enough money, she wasnt rich, but had a few bucks from selling her merchandise.
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(c) Stella
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I was to lazy to get her photo, so use her table image instead xD
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Name: Winter Avril Dome
Age: 18
Gender: Feminine, duh
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Eye color: Greyish Blue
Hair color: Black
Skin color: On the paler side.
Height: 5'5
Weight: 104 Ibs
[li] Bunnies- Oh my, who doesn't?
[/li][li] Guys- Girls...
[/li][li] Food- Only the typical french food though, although canada is quite good.
[/li][/ul]
[li] Smarty Pants- Who likes know it alls?
[/li][li] Flirting- She does NOT enjoy being hit on by a guy, but she is a flirt herself.
[/li][li] Big Animals- Sometimes they scare her.
[/li][/ul]
Personality: Winter is a very manipulative person. She actually needs someone to help her do her deeds, for instance, an awe struck boy. With her 'charms' and 'beauty' she pushes them into doing whatever she wants. Although this works in France, her magic seems to be faltering as she enter Canada. She is actually a very power crazed little munchkin that can't do anything without assistance. A brat if you will. She is not attracted to many, but still has those little crushes every once in a while. To sum it down, she wants to be boss, but outside of France, that just doesn't seem to happen.
Family: Mother died at childbirth, and father was killed in a car crash when she was two. Brother, Krits, was shot and killed when she was fifteen. No other family that she knows of.
History: Winne never knew her parents at all. She only knew Kritz, and adored him. He was her hero, savior, and most of all big bro. He took all the space in her heart, so no one else had any room to scoot in. She looked up to him with the most lovable eyes...well, the love turned to blood when he didnt come home that sunday. She bawled, and bawled, and bawled...you get the point. Till under her eyes bled from rubbing to much. She was only fiteen when on the knews report, a young man was shot and killed.
She roamed for two years, gathering and quitting gangs. Forming and destroying allies. She was cruel. Knotted, twisted, but just very innocent looking. She needs people to survive, but people dont notice it. She was a smart one, picking of parasites and draining them until she was filled. Not trying to sound like a vampire. She was feared the most in Paris. She ruled the streets there for a long while. Almost anyone there knew her, and although she can speak english, she'll curse anyone out in french.
She grew tired of the same scenerey, and where better to reek havoc then a whole diffrent world? She didnt plan on coming here, to Canada, but a few detours and an out of date GPS led her here. Call it destiny, but she kind of liked it. She had enough money, she wasnt rich, but had a few bucks from selling her merchandise.
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(c) Stella
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