Post by LEVINA MARIE HALLAND on Feb 15, 2010 0:05:17 GMT -5
the one i wish i knew!
[/size][/center]your name; Misteh
your age; 15
your activity levels; Medium-High
your rp level; Semi-lit
the one i know!
[/center]characters name; Levina Halland
nicknames; Go ahead and try (:
characters age; Fourteen
grade; Eighth
species; Werewolf
celeb/face claim; Dakota Fanning
picture; CLiCK ME
appearance;
Levina is medium-height, around 5', though rather skinny. She's not muscular at all, with a feline grace and feral sleekness. Levina's skin is milky white and smooth, without a blemish. Her eyebrows and lashes are a light blonde color, matching her hair. Levina has rather long fingernails, filed down into sharp points, almost clawlike.
Levina's hair is medium length and wavy. It is a light shade of blonde, with gold and brown natural highlights, and a bit of tawny. It reaches a little past her shoulders and seems browner in the sun. It frames her heart-shaped face perfectly, and covers her slightly over large ears. She usually keeps it down, not bothering with putting it up or fussing around with straighteners or anything like that, so it's always it natural wave.
Levina's eyes are a strange color, a light, icy blue. They are flecked with darker blue and some green, with a streak of silver. They are almond shaped and large, giving her theappearance of being sweet and innocent, although she is far, far from that.
She really has no sense of style, preffering to just throw on whatever is lying around, no matter what pattern or color, hardly even caring if it's really that clean or not. Needless to say, she is not much of a fashionsita.
personality;
Levina is a strange girl, personality-wise. She's rather mean and obnoxious to people she doesn't know, usually pushing away people who try to speak to her with cold words or ignorance. She doesn't really know how to be sociable, as she spent most of her time around her mother being homeschooled, so there really wasn't much time to get to know people.
Levina is not a sociable person, she's as much a loner as a mangy tabby cat. She doesn't like to talk to people, doesn't like when people touch her, and if you so much as look at her weird she'll fly off the handle. Levina doesn't talk much, well, actions speak louder than words. Levina is ever sarcastic and mean, to anyone and anything who would listen.
When she's with a friend, Levina opens up more. She's actually pretty nice to her friends. She's very protective of her friends and her posessions. If anyone insults one of her friends, she'll never let it go. She has to get revenge. Levina is a firm believer in an eye for an eye, and always seems to be 'getting someone' for something or another.
Most of her flaws can be boiled down to the three A's--Arrogance, Aggression, and Ambition.
Arrogance- "Flaws? Me?"
Levina believes herself to be better than anyone else. She's constantly puts others down and thinks that she can do anything she wants to, and if anyone tells her otherwise, she becomes angry and attempts to show them that yes, she can in fact do what anyone else can, and not only that, she could do it better.
Aggresion- "Do you really want to provoke me?"
Levina is plagued by the inability to control her emotions. She blames the god blood in her, especially since her father was known for his wine-induced temper, but the truth is she would've been like that whether she was a demigod or not. She is very often seen picking fights with people, and becomes rather defensive about things, to the point where she blames things on everyone else.
Ambition- "Don't tell me no."
Levina wants to be the best. Her drive is so great that when anyone gets in her way, she shoves them aside without the slightest thought of them, only of what she could gain by doing so. She cannot stand people telling her no, and she usually does it anyone, leading to her getting into huge amounts of trouble.
history;
&.x in the BEGINNING
Levina's mother, Grace, owned a small vineyard in Northern California, and had a steady income that came from her grapes. She never got out most; preferring to spend most of her time out with the grapes, tending to her crop. She believed the more TLC you gave to your life's work, the more you got out of it. She was right, in a way, her grapes grew big and delicious and sold very well.
Grace wasn't one to date much, never really got along with men, didn't feel she needed to get along with men. She met only with the ones she needed to do business with, and made it clear she wanted nothing more than 'business.' So it came as a great surprise when a man appeared on her doorstep, bottle of wine in hand and a dark red rose in hand. He called her 'beautiful lady' and 'lady of the vine', speaking in strange, archaic phrases.
She was immediately taken with the mysterious man, oddly enough. The wine he had brought had the most delicious taster, 'made with only the best grapes in your vineyard,' he said. It left her feeling giddy and lightheaded, and in the morning, hunger-over, alone, and pregnant.
&.x in the MIDDLE
Levina was everything Grace had hoped a child wouldn't be. She whined all night long, all day long, and spent almost every waking hour crying for food or water or whatever she felt she needed at the time. Grace employed a live-in nurse to care for the child, not really wanting anything much to do with her. The nurse, Helena, doted on Levina. Levina got everything she wanted and more from her, and she was very happy.
Soon enough, Grace decided to just give Levina to Helena, as they were 'two peas in a pod, deserving of each other and not deserving enough for me.' Helena and Levina packed up and moved to New York City, pretty much as far as they could get from Grace and her vineyard.
Levina soon found the streets of New York very dangerous; all the strange people she saw, all the animals who didn't seem quite... well, quite right. Helena became very worried when eleven-year-old Levina began telling her of men with one eye, dogs with scales, things that just couldn't--shouldn't--exist. Levina met with a psychiatrist twice a week, and she hated it. The psychiatrist asked odd questions, kept mentioning something called 'the mist' and seemed way too interested in her past. Levina always felt there was something off in the psychiatrist's mind; she could almost feel something evil, could almost feel the right way to make his mind... snap? Something like that. Something that would put him into a quivering wreck on the floor, seeing the things she saw, understanding that she was not crazy she was not schizo they were the crazy she was.. she was totally and completely normal.
The day came when she did snap. Well, not her. The psycho--as she came to know him--finally went bat-shit crazy and off his rocker, trying to attack her, screaming things like 'filthy human' 'damned mundane,' and he... he changed.
he was a wolf a large wolf a HUGE wolf black as night black as pitch black as.... black. She stabbed him in the eye with the corner of a silver frame, but she was left broken and bleeding next to the body. She was shuttled away by a couple of young Werewolves, who were sent to clean up the mess the rogue had left.
Nothing was normal now, nothing would ever be normal. She couldn't heal her own mind, no, that was beyond help. Nothing she saw was real. No no she's just dreaming, just dreaming.
sexual preferance; Straight
family;
Mother-Jeanne Halland
Father-Peter Halland
pets; N/A
those random skills!
rp sample;[/size]
[[From an HP site called FILTH]]A young girl entered through the Leaky Cauldron, trying to ignore the enticing scent of slow-cooked stew. She stepped out the back door and stood in front of the wall, taking a deep breath. She finally inched forwards into Diagon Alley, bracing herself to walk with the self-proclaimed Purities. There were many people along the streets and shops, some rich-looking but most rather poor. It was a depressing place now, no more happy squealing children, no more lightheartedness.
The sun was obscured by the dark clouds; rain would come soon. It was quite chilly. A light fog swirled across the ground, slightly obscuring the walkway below. Valkyrie pulled her hood over her head, ice-blue eyes flicking back and forth warily. She tried to ignore her rumbling stomach and the dirty homeless grabbing onto the hem of her cloak. She shivered and remembered exactly why her hood was pulled up and her cloak was wrapped tightly around her--she was a dirty homeless as well.
Valkyrie tried not to catch anyone's eye, and felt as though people were steering clear of her. Could they see the wolf in her eye? The shadow of her pelt? Her hand closed on her Ivy wand and she clutched it tightly, feeling a little more reassured by it. She glanced down at the floor, hoping to see the glitter of a Galleon, even a Knut. But the others would have got to it first, and what rich Wizard would drop a coin? She walked into a small bakery and grabbed two loaves of bread. She dropped five Sickles on the counter and walked out, not speaking to anyone at all. Hopefully no one would think she had stolen it; she had left money. Valkyrie sat on a small stone bench and began to eat her bread, hopefully in peace.
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