Post by tatia on Jan 20, 2008 18:28:31 GMT -5
Name:
Tatia
Nickname:
Cinderchild
Age/Year:
sixteen
House: -
Family:
Tatia was born as an ugly child in a wealthy family. Unsure of the rest of the world, the girl was kept away in a dark room. During this time, the Pixies came and took her away. They took her away from the house that she was regarded as the ugly duckling who broke mirrors. Still very young, at only seven years old, the Irish Family she was born into did not come after her, because it was known that Pixies would take children as their own. Tatia had no name, so during the trasformation that the Pixies sent her through, they gave her her name.
In the windmill they changed the girl from a human to a Changeling, her eyes forever changed to the colors of purple and gold, and her visage now changed to an unearthly beauty that make people stare. The Pixies earased her memories of her previous life and put magic into her blood, so she is now as powerful as the greatest of them, but she doesn't know it. Without a last name, but an idenity within her eyes, Tatia is somehow dark and mystrious. Her family is the Pixies who would teach her how to use her magic and finally decided to send her away to Hogwarts for training. With her they sent the ashes of the fire that she was reborn from and the Tarot card The Fool blessed and put in a small bottle that she wears around her neck.
Appearance:
A girl whose eyes have been transformed along with the rest of her. She is an unearthly beauty with a darkness around her. She talks in a different way, as the Pixies are creatures of the night and speak in such tounges that humans have far forgotten. She learned the speech through her readings of Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland, thus her language is that of the olde voice.
The brightest of gold is the color of one of her amazing and sad, faraway eyes, accented by long, dark lashes. The other eyes is the deepest of purple, a bottomless pool of years tormented and hurt through her thoughts. Masses of slightly twisted ebonite hair fall unevenly to her back, framing a soft, but beautifully symmetrical face. She smiles not often, but you can easily tell when she is pleased beause her eyes radiate a life that only the Changelings have. Her dark hair sweeps over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes are lined in ashes, which is what gave her the name Cinderchild. Her nose is small, but perfectly set in the center of her face with a curved bridge. Her jaw angle is acute, which gives her face a young accent and a pointed chin. She doesn't have much of a woman's figure, but more like a figure of a young and smaller girl. She wears mosly light-colored dresses and no shoes, but sometimes she wears jeans and a tee-shirt. She isn't tall, only standing five feet and three inches, but since she is small, she is quick on her feet and has quick reflexes. She is also flexible and graceful, even though she doesn't think so. The child has a thin bone structure, so her arms and legs are very fine and show hardly any muscle, whether she has it or not. Her skin is dark like that of the Pixies, which brings forth the sharpness of her eye colors.
As a changling, she has another form as well, which is a black Swan. Irony, because she was once an ugly duckling. She often chooses this state over her human form, but she still has her bright eyes.
Wand:
10 inches with a lock of Morgan Le Fey's hair as the core and the outer of the visious tree Blackthorn. It still has a thorn at the tip from the orginal tree.
Personality:
Tatia is special... anyone can tell by just looking at her, but its unexplainable aura that radiates everything around her. She's quiet, and rarely talks, but since raised by Pixies she adores to sing and dance in the light of the moon. Under her feet she feels the earth moving around her, and she is often found by a waterside or swimming because her world is that magical. She is often silent, and makes more friends through the earth and sky than the people who are like her. She rarely shows emotions, because emotion is something that she has to bring forth and it takes away her energy. Her magic is that of the original Fey and Pixie, so she is not in need of strange brews. To fly, well, its hard without a stick right now, but she is getting used to her floating, but not for long, she itsn't strong enough. Tatia can feel the life of everything moving around her and can see into another's eyes for the feeling they have. She can also manipulate the materials around her to what she needs, mostly like a master form of illusionary. She is a dark and mysterious being, which most shun from their lives, but she doesn't mind, her hearts belong to the earth and the movement of energy.
Pet: -
RP Sample:
(another rp as I played Tetha)
You spent so long running away from
The wounds you tried to carry
With your tiny hands, and I’ll try again
to change the world
….and I won't hesitate this time
It was them. They did it to her. They made her not believe, but also made her understand what she didn't want to. They told her she would never fly. They told her she would never be in Wonderland. They promised her that she would die. They died. She didn't die, she didn't want to. She believed still, but there was never a unicorn. There never would be, and that hushed the girl until she became a corpse floating on the surface of reality. The ladies in white, in the purest of color, scared her. She was alone, but surrounded by them and that is what she hated most of all. They were dead, at least, in their hearts, were.
I have no memory of nursery rhymes, because I was not given a memory, at least that is what I like to think. I've come all these miles, but I still feel that stabbing sarrow that will never leave, when I look in the stream and see my reflection, I see it in my eyes, a sorrow that screams silently. And I'm afraid the others see it too. Oh, thing, shut up. No one cares. I am here, but the sorrow is still not disappearing like my memory. God forgot to give me one, like how I want to forget the world, but this sorrow keeps telling me it's still there. The sadness that will never leave. N E V E R. I hate it.
Stars are like white dandelions. The pretty girls that have the purest hearts get to run over them and blow the wishes off them. You have seen the descending wished wishes, falling down to earth like heavenly smoke or like stars themselves with tails longer than the horizon. How blessed they have been, and every star is cursed, perhaps someday I can become a star. I am cursed, but as a star, I wouldn't mind the curse, it would simply be there.
Why were locked here when we promised to forget. They said it was for our protection, but here we are in the sky, brushing the cobwebs from the unwished stars. The faces that are faded and sad. You don't know what sadness is until you look upon the face of a faded star that was never wished upon. As time passes, the faded stars will fade until they are no more and none even remember that one lost star. When they said as constant as the stars, they meant that it will never be. We all fell down, even though we were brave. I couldn't tell you to break your heart, but I'm telling you now. I'll tell you a tale that will make a man wipe a tear away before it could slide down his cheek.
"And what is it to ask a star her name? Perhaps I may be called nothing, but instead, I am Miss No-name. Now, there may only be one with No-name, so I must ask, what is it that you call yourself?" Her eyes so open and lovely, she had missed him, because she had seen him as the sorrow within her eyes.
He was in her dreams, always, and sometimes she wanted to hold him, other times his very presence scared her, like the mystery of the forgotten past. Rainbows were not ment to be greyscaled, and butterflies were not ment to be frozen in time. Butterflies are supposed to be impossible to catch, and rainbows were made to bend across the horizon with the colors not everyone could name.
Tatia
Nickname:
Cinderchild
Age/Year:
sixteen
House: -
Family:
Tatia was born as an ugly child in a wealthy family. Unsure of the rest of the world, the girl was kept away in a dark room. During this time, the Pixies came and took her away. They took her away from the house that she was regarded as the ugly duckling who broke mirrors. Still very young, at only seven years old, the Irish Family she was born into did not come after her, because it was known that Pixies would take children as their own. Tatia had no name, so during the trasformation that the Pixies sent her through, they gave her her name.
In the windmill they changed the girl from a human to a Changeling, her eyes forever changed to the colors of purple and gold, and her visage now changed to an unearthly beauty that make people stare. The Pixies earased her memories of her previous life and put magic into her blood, so she is now as powerful as the greatest of them, but she doesn't know it. Without a last name, but an idenity within her eyes, Tatia is somehow dark and mystrious. Her family is the Pixies who would teach her how to use her magic and finally decided to send her away to Hogwarts for training. With her they sent the ashes of the fire that she was reborn from and the Tarot card The Fool blessed and put in a small bottle that she wears around her neck.
Appearance:
A girl whose eyes have been transformed along with the rest of her. She is an unearthly beauty with a darkness around her. She talks in a different way, as the Pixies are creatures of the night and speak in such tounges that humans have far forgotten. She learned the speech through her readings of Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland, thus her language is that of the olde voice.
The brightest of gold is the color of one of her amazing and sad, faraway eyes, accented by long, dark lashes. The other eyes is the deepest of purple, a bottomless pool of years tormented and hurt through her thoughts. Masses of slightly twisted ebonite hair fall unevenly to her back, framing a soft, but beautifully symmetrical face. She smiles not often, but you can easily tell when she is pleased beause her eyes radiate a life that only the Changelings have. Her dark hair sweeps over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes are lined in ashes, which is what gave her the name Cinderchild. Her nose is small, but perfectly set in the center of her face with a curved bridge. Her jaw angle is acute, which gives her face a young accent and a pointed chin. She doesn't have much of a woman's figure, but more like a figure of a young and smaller girl. She wears mosly light-colored dresses and no shoes, but sometimes she wears jeans and a tee-shirt. She isn't tall, only standing five feet and three inches, but since she is small, she is quick on her feet and has quick reflexes. She is also flexible and graceful, even though she doesn't think so. The child has a thin bone structure, so her arms and legs are very fine and show hardly any muscle, whether she has it or not. Her skin is dark like that of the Pixies, which brings forth the sharpness of her eye colors.
As a changling, she has another form as well, which is a black Swan. Irony, because she was once an ugly duckling. She often chooses this state over her human form, but she still has her bright eyes.
Wand:
10 inches with a lock of Morgan Le Fey's hair as the core and the outer of the visious tree Blackthorn. It still has a thorn at the tip from the orginal tree.
Personality:
Tatia is special... anyone can tell by just looking at her, but its unexplainable aura that radiates everything around her. She's quiet, and rarely talks, but since raised by Pixies she adores to sing and dance in the light of the moon. Under her feet she feels the earth moving around her, and she is often found by a waterside or swimming because her world is that magical. She is often silent, and makes more friends through the earth and sky than the people who are like her. She rarely shows emotions, because emotion is something that she has to bring forth and it takes away her energy. Her magic is that of the original Fey and Pixie, so she is not in need of strange brews. To fly, well, its hard without a stick right now, but she is getting used to her floating, but not for long, she itsn't strong enough. Tatia can feel the life of everything moving around her and can see into another's eyes for the feeling they have. She can also manipulate the materials around her to what she needs, mostly like a master form of illusionary. She is a dark and mysterious being, which most shun from their lives, but she doesn't mind, her hearts belong to the earth and the movement of energy.
Pet: -
RP Sample:
(another rp as I played Tetha)
You spent so long running away from
The wounds you tried to carry
With your tiny hands, and I’ll try again
to change the world
….and I won't hesitate this time
It was them. They did it to her. They made her not believe, but also made her understand what she didn't want to. They told her she would never fly. They told her she would never be in Wonderland. They promised her that she would die. They died. She didn't die, she didn't want to. She believed still, but there was never a unicorn. There never would be, and that hushed the girl until she became a corpse floating on the surface of reality. The ladies in white, in the purest of color, scared her. She was alone, but surrounded by them and that is what she hated most of all. They were dead, at least, in their hearts, were.
I have no memory of nursery rhymes, because I was not given a memory, at least that is what I like to think. I've come all these miles, but I still feel that stabbing sarrow that will never leave, when I look in the stream and see my reflection, I see it in my eyes, a sorrow that screams silently. And I'm afraid the others see it too. Oh, thing, shut up. No one cares. I am here, but the sorrow is still not disappearing like my memory. God forgot to give me one, like how I want to forget the world, but this sorrow keeps telling me it's still there. The sadness that will never leave. N E V E R. I hate it.
Stars are like white dandelions. The pretty girls that have the purest hearts get to run over them and blow the wishes off them. You have seen the descending wished wishes, falling down to earth like heavenly smoke or like stars themselves with tails longer than the horizon. How blessed they have been, and every star is cursed, perhaps someday I can become a star. I am cursed, but as a star, I wouldn't mind the curse, it would simply be there.
Why were locked here when we promised to forget. They said it was for our protection, but here we are in the sky, brushing the cobwebs from the unwished stars. The faces that are faded and sad. You don't know what sadness is until you look upon the face of a faded star that was never wished upon. As time passes, the faded stars will fade until they are no more and none even remember that one lost star. When they said as constant as the stars, they meant that it will never be. We all fell down, even though we were brave. I couldn't tell you to break your heart, but I'm telling you now. I'll tell you a tale that will make a man wipe a tear away before it could slide down his cheek.
"And what is it to ask a star her name? Perhaps I may be called nothing, but instead, I am Miss No-name. Now, there may only be one with No-name, so I must ask, what is it that you call yourself?" Her eyes so open and lovely, she had missed him, because she had seen him as the sorrow within her eyes.
He was in her dreams, always, and sometimes she wanted to hold him, other times his very presence scared her, like the mystery of the forgotten past. Rainbows were not ment to be greyscaled, and butterflies were not ment to be frozen in time. Butterflies are supposed to be impossible to catch, and rainbows were made to bend across the horizon with the colors not everyone could name.
