Post by Altheda Twidget on Aug 6, 2010 20:05:34 GMT -5
Player Name: Katlyn
Player Age: 19
Years Experience in roleplaying: Roughly 7 Years
How did you hear about us? Warrior Cats the RPG
Did you read the rules? Merlin’s Baggy Y-Fronts!! (Te-He!)
Character Name: Altheda Twidget
Character Age: 12
{If student} Year: 2nd
{If Student} Preferred House: Hufflepuff
(If Student) Best Classes: Charms
{If Student) Worst Classes: Astronomy (Staying up super-late....ew...)
Appearance:
Celebrity Claim Dakota Blue Richards:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Quirks/Habits:
Favorite...
Personality: Altheda, unlike some other theatrically inclined people, does not desire to always be in the spotlight. In fact, most of the time she is downright quite, humming lightly under her breath, and skipping along the edges of the hallways on her way to classes. In a crowd of her friends, however - Altheda is comfortable enough to join in whatever fun there is to had - and no one would ever mistake her big, brayish laugh - she can definitely make herself heard when she feels the need to.
The best work Altheda does is with her hands. Friends can expect homemade Christmas cards and cookies as some of her best presents, and nobody ever mistakes her trunks for who they belong to, as she kinda went crazy with the glitter glue and fabric paint last summer. While the only shocking standout of her appearance is, perhaps, her red hair; she has also been recognized as the girl who usually sports a crooked smile, and who is always red faced and sliding into her classes at the very last possible moment every day. She decorates her books with pictures of the family dogs and her cat, Ursa - and is a friend to any sort of creature that wanders the crowd of Hogwarts...so long as they're not birds, of course.
There is one rule that Altheda has started to uphold in her second year - after getting over the possible trauma she expected in her first year, she vowed that she would say hi to one new person a day - no matter what house they were in, or even if they said hi back. She doesn't really like the whole house-rivalry thing, and doesn't like it when people get mad at each other just because they're sporting the red and gold of Gryffindor as opposed to the green and silver of Slytherin. She wants to find friendly faces in all four houses.
Some could say that Altheda is a little naive - which is true. She can be easily lead down an empty hallway into an ambush of water balloons - ones. She is quick to figure people out, and there is never a second time with her if you do something mean or nasty. This girl will be happy and cuddly so long as you're friendly back - but when crossed, she won't hesitate in putting a sneezing hex on your soup at dinner.
So, Altheda isn't exactly what you'd call a troublemaker - but when the time comes to defend herself, her skills are somewhat childish, but nonetheless effective. Charms being her favorite class, she takes great thrill in doing the little, fun stuff - causing fruit to dance (in her first year, she made a bushel of peaches do a mean tango). For the sake of entertainment. One could easily see her after education getting a job doing silly magic tricks for kids' birthday parties - especially when they learn of the menagerie of siblings she has back home.
History: Altheda Loren Twiget was born on December 12, 1961, a perfectly healthy, if heavy, 10pd baby girl - the first child of witch, aspiring author and classical wizarding literature enthusiast Celstia Dytchbroom and muggle veterinarian assistant Henry Twiget. Celestia named her first born children after one of the heroines in 'The Fountain of Faire Fortune', as was her two young sisters, Asha and Amata - but Altheda never disliked her name, unlike those sisters. Things could have been much worse, as her mother had serious considered naming her after her great grandmother - Ermentrude.
But Altheda's family quickly grew from one baby to several - in addition to her sisters - who were fraternal twins born when Altheda was 3, she had 4 brothers: Barry, Peter, Micheal and John (named for the author and characters of the muggle story 'Peter Pan') and her baby sister Dorothy (As in Dorothy Gale) was the final audition to the family during Altheda's 1st year. Along with the multitude of people packed into their house, Henry often brought some of his charity patients home with him, and tended to take in many strays - so at least three cats and several kinds of dogs have been in and out of the house over the years.
Altheda was the first of the family's children to show a kind of magical prowess, when, at the age of six, she accidentally placed a silencing charm on the twins, to stop them from crying. Celstia had practically given up practicing her heritage, but there was another person who suddenly became interested in Altheda's apparent skills at this time. Celstia's mother, Pathenope Dytchbroom, had not been that thrilled that her only daughter had married outside the family - but that wasn't going to stop her from dragging her granddaughter into recognizing the 'honorable birthright of any true Dytchbroom'. They mercifully only met once, but afterwords Altheda made such a crying fuss when her mother brought her home, that Celstia cut off any remaining ties with her mother - and from that day on Altheda had strange dreams about crooked old woman and a big black owl that chased her, screeching down the hallways of a haunted house - thus starting her terrible fear of anything feathered - even little budgies.
It also spurred on a phase where Altheda actually dreaded her 11th birthday. Her mother had explained to her that around that time, she would be made to attend Hogwarts to master witchcraft. The only problem was, Altheda's mother wasn't that big a practicioner anymore - for her husband's sake - so the only 'true witch' Altheda had ever met was Pathenope. And the more books she read from the muggle library about witches - the more they confirmed that witches could be very ugly, or mean, and all they did was turn people into toads and mice and - shudder - squawking birds. She feared the moment she was sent away from school, despite her mother's reassurance that nothing would happen - that she'd turn green and start cackling. A terrifying prospect for the little redhead.
The year before she was to start Hogwarts, her mother tried to distract her daughter as much she could. She enrolled her in different muggle-y pursuits, assuring her daughter that, even if you were a witch - it didn't mean you couldn't do regular, ordinary stuff, that not everything was magic and spells and potions. Soccer didn't work, nor Gymnastics or painting classes - but Altheda dove head first into a little kid's theater class. To her shock - she was actually good at that, too - better, she figured, than her actual magical prowess. For a time, playing princesses and little peasant girls in the choruses of community theater distracted her enough that she pretty much forgot her worries about Hogwarts until her letter arrived.
However, Altheda didn't need to worry much about her first year.
Needless to say, her nose didn't suddenly become hooked, and she didn't grow spotty or old when she stepped through the massive doors of the old castle. She met kids who were just like her, and much to her surprise - actually found that school was...fun. It was much better than math, anyways. Sure, it could get really dark at night, she suffered from homesickness like a few other first years...and every morning act breakfast the incoming owls had her diving under the house table, crying - but all in all, it was fun. What was better, she learned about a specialty school called WADA - the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts - which she now dreams of attending when she's old enough.
RP Sample: It was the showdown of a lifetime: and Altheda wasn't about to lose it - not at all. She was alone, save for Ursa - the big black Persian standing at attention on her lap, giving her strength by placing herself between the obvious threat. Her dark brown eyes stared into the unblinking, alien golden eyes of her enemy.
"I see you." She stated obviously - but she wanted her enemy to know - they were not going to get away with anything.
[/i]"Ooo?"[/b][/i] Queered her enemy - as it tilted it's feathery head. But Altheda knew it wasn't a question - it was a threat.
Her keen enemy thought he could fool her - ha! - but in truth, she knew the true meaning. 'Ooo?'....more like 'bringing it, girlie!'
"You don't scare me!" She added a little louder, challenging her enemy even though her hands shook as she reached to pull the cat closer to her chest. The bearish cat hissed and batted at her outstretched hand with a sheathed paw, it's fur rising along it's spine.
"Ooo? Woooooooh..."[/b] Chirruped the massive eye, who nestled comfortably in it's gilded cage. Altheda had asked her friend to leave it here alone, with her. She wanted to face her fears face to face...so there wasn't a repeat of last year, and the dreaded owlry horror-day. Now, Mooner was a very friendly owl - with an addiction of pumpkin pasty crumbs. He wouldn't hurt anyone - so long as that anyone wasn't a mouse or other small rodent. So he wondered why this strange person wasn't interested in scratching the special spot behind his head, like every human stranger was expected to greet him.
Without warning, Ursa stepped delicately off Altheda's lap - leaving her naked, in the direct line of the confused Mooner. The owl followed the cat - the real enemy to him, as he and cats didn't exactly get along - turning it's head around in the way only owls could do.
The young girl winced, jerking back in her seat and making a very weird face, as her shivering grew more fierce. What the heck - that was so freaky! Why did owls have to do that broken-neck thingy, they were freaky enough as it was. She tried in vain to coax Ursa back, snapping her fingers - but as she had started to sweat a bit, no sound arose, and Ursa just stared at her like - 'you dare try and summon me that way - try again when you have food to offer me.'
Traitor.
"Woooooooh?" Mooner queried again, and turned his head back to frontal position. He clacked his beak, impatient - this girl needed to get to the scratching, and forget the feline. He was superior here, he was sure. But Altheda had changed tact - now, rather than staring the bird down, she was trying to sink into the plush train seat, an odd, squeaky keening escaping her tightly clenched lips.
"Oh, jeesh...not again! Never again, never ever EVER - Keep away from my eyes, you stupid bird - Keep away! Oh please, don't hurt me - Pleease...." [/size]
Player Age: 19
Years Experience in roleplaying: Roughly 7 Years
How did you hear about us? Warrior Cats the RPG
Did you read the rules? Merlin’s Baggy Y-Fronts!! (Te-He!)
Character Name: Altheda Twidget
Character Age: 12
{If student} Year: 2nd
{If Student} Preferred House: Hufflepuff
(If Student) Best Classes: Charms
{If Student) Worst Classes: Astronomy (Staying up super-late....ew...)
Appearance:
- Eye Color: Light brown
- Hair: A very proud natural ginger, with reddish brown hair that usually falls in loose waves to a few inches below her shoulder. It isn't stick-straight, but isn't curly either. If it's not down, she has yet to master 'the perfect ponytail' - so she wears it in something that can best be described as a 'bird's nest after a hurricane hit it'.
- Skin Tone: Caucasian, slightly tanned, with a smattering of faint freckles across her nose and cheeks.
- Height: 5"4
- Weight: 130pds
Celebrity Claim Dakota Blue Richards:
Strengths:
- Photographic Memory.
- Obsessive note taker - all of them are hi lighted, underlined, and placed in alphabetical order.
- Eager (and decent) baker and cook.
- Triple threat art wise - can sing, dance and act.
- tries her absolute hardest to look on the bright side of things.
Weaknesses:
- Quick to anger, to cry, or burst out laughing in really awkward situations.
- Cannot detect sarcasm for the life of her.
- Deathly afraid of birds.
- Prone to fits of 'super nerdiness' - spewing random facts about subjects nobody really cares about anymore.
- Horribly timed eternal clock - perpetually late.
Quirks/Habits:
- Chews the tips of her hair when she's bored...or worried...or for fun.
- Has the habit of singing under her breath while working.
- Will try to 'bake', or at least eat, when she's upset...to the point that she keeps cookie dough under her bed.
Favorite...
- musician/band: Showtunes and Jazz Standards - no actual favorite artist (But Guys and Dolls is her current 'favorite musical ever').
- movie: Casablanca
- book: To Kill a Mockingbird
- food: Vanilla birthday cake with butter cream icing.
Personality: Altheda, unlike some other theatrically inclined people, does not desire to always be in the spotlight. In fact, most of the time she is downright quite, humming lightly under her breath, and skipping along the edges of the hallways on her way to classes. In a crowd of her friends, however - Altheda is comfortable enough to join in whatever fun there is to had - and no one would ever mistake her big, brayish laugh - she can definitely make herself heard when she feels the need to.
The best work Altheda does is with her hands. Friends can expect homemade Christmas cards and cookies as some of her best presents, and nobody ever mistakes her trunks for who they belong to, as she kinda went crazy with the glitter glue and fabric paint last summer. While the only shocking standout of her appearance is, perhaps, her red hair; she has also been recognized as the girl who usually sports a crooked smile, and who is always red faced and sliding into her classes at the very last possible moment every day. She decorates her books with pictures of the family dogs and her cat, Ursa - and is a friend to any sort of creature that wanders the crowd of Hogwarts...so long as they're not birds, of course.
There is one rule that Altheda has started to uphold in her second year - after getting over the possible trauma she expected in her first year, she vowed that she would say hi to one new person a day - no matter what house they were in, or even if they said hi back. She doesn't really like the whole house-rivalry thing, and doesn't like it when people get mad at each other just because they're sporting the red and gold of Gryffindor as opposed to the green and silver of Slytherin. She wants to find friendly faces in all four houses.
Some could say that Altheda is a little naive - which is true. She can be easily lead down an empty hallway into an ambush of water balloons - ones. She is quick to figure people out, and there is never a second time with her if you do something mean or nasty. This girl will be happy and cuddly so long as you're friendly back - but when crossed, she won't hesitate in putting a sneezing hex on your soup at dinner.
So, Altheda isn't exactly what you'd call a troublemaker - but when the time comes to defend herself, her skills are somewhat childish, but nonetheless effective. Charms being her favorite class, she takes great thrill in doing the little, fun stuff - causing fruit to dance (in her first year, she made a bushel of peaches do a mean tango). For the sake of entertainment. One could easily see her after education getting a job doing silly magic tricks for kids' birthday parties - especially when they learn of the menagerie of siblings she has back home.
History: Altheda Loren Twiget was born on December 12, 1961, a perfectly healthy, if heavy, 10pd baby girl - the first child of witch, aspiring author and classical wizarding literature enthusiast Celstia Dytchbroom and muggle veterinarian assistant Henry Twiget. Celestia named her first born children after one of the heroines in 'The Fountain of Faire Fortune', as was her two young sisters, Asha and Amata - but Altheda never disliked her name, unlike those sisters. Things could have been much worse, as her mother had serious considered naming her after her great grandmother - Ermentrude.
But Altheda's family quickly grew from one baby to several - in addition to her sisters - who were fraternal twins born when Altheda was 3, she had 4 brothers: Barry, Peter, Micheal and John (named for the author and characters of the muggle story 'Peter Pan') and her baby sister Dorothy (As in Dorothy Gale) was the final audition to the family during Altheda's 1st year. Along with the multitude of people packed into their house, Henry often brought some of his charity patients home with him, and tended to take in many strays - so at least three cats and several kinds of dogs have been in and out of the house over the years.
Altheda was the first of the family's children to show a kind of magical prowess, when, at the age of six, she accidentally placed a silencing charm on the twins, to stop them from crying. Celstia had practically given up practicing her heritage, but there was another person who suddenly became interested in Altheda's apparent skills at this time. Celstia's mother, Pathenope Dytchbroom, had not been that thrilled that her only daughter had married outside the family - but that wasn't going to stop her from dragging her granddaughter into recognizing the 'honorable birthright of any true Dytchbroom'. They mercifully only met once, but afterwords Altheda made such a crying fuss when her mother brought her home, that Celstia cut off any remaining ties with her mother - and from that day on Altheda had strange dreams about crooked old woman and a big black owl that chased her, screeching down the hallways of a haunted house - thus starting her terrible fear of anything feathered - even little budgies.
It also spurred on a phase where Altheda actually dreaded her 11th birthday. Her mother had explained to her that around that time, she would be made to attend Hogwarts to master witchcraft. The only problem was, Altheda's mother wasn't that big a practicioner anymore - for her husband's sake - so the only 'true witch' Altheda had ever met was Pathenope. And the more books she read from the muggle library about witches - the more they confirmed that witches could be very ugly, or mean, and all they did was turn people into toads and mice and - shudder - squawking birds. She feared the moment she was sent away from school, despite her mother's reassurance that nothing would happen - that she'd turn green and start cackling. A terrifying prospect for the little redhead.
The year before she was to start Hogwarts, her mother tried to distract her daughter as much she could. She enrolled her in different muggle-y pursuits, assuring her daughter that, even if you were a witch - it didn't mean you couldn't do regular, ordinary stuff, that not everything was magic and spells and potions. Soccer didn't work, nor Gymnastics or painting classes - but Altheda dove head first into a little kid's theater class. To her shock - she was actually good at that, too - better, she figured, than her actual magical prowess. For a time, playing princesses and little peasant girls in the choruses of community theater distracted her enough that she pretty much forgot her worries about Hogwarts until her letter arrived.
However, Altheda didn't need to worry much about her first year.
Needless to say, her nose didn't suddenly become hooked, and she didn't grow spotty or old when she stepped through the massive doors of the old castle. She met kids who were just like her, and much to her surprise - actually found that school was...fun. It was much better than math, anyways. Sure, it could get really dark at night, she suffered from homesickness like a few other first years...and every morning act breakfast the incoming owls had her diving under the house table, crying - but all in all, it was fun. What was better, she learned about a specialty school called WADA - the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts - which she now dreams of attending when she's old enough.
RP Sample: It was the showdown of a lifetime: and Altheda wasn't about to lose it - not at all. She was alone, save for Ursa - the big black Persian standing at attention on her lap, giving her strength by placing herself between the obvious threat. Her dark brown eyes stared into the unblinking, alien golden eyes of her enemy.
"I see you." She stated obviously - but she wanted her enemy to know - they were not going to get away with anything.
[/i]"Ooo?"[/b][/i] Queered her enemy - as it tilted it's feathery head. But Altheda knew it wasn't a question - it was a threat.
Her keen enemy thought he could fool her - ha! - but in truth, she knew the true meaning. 'Ooo?'....more like 'bringing it, girlie!'
"You don't scare me!" She added a little louder, challenging her enemy even though her hands shook as she reached to pull the cat closer to her chest. The bearish cat hissed and batted at her outstretched hand with a sheathed paw, it's fur rising along it's spine.
"Ooo? Woooooooh..."[/b] Chirruped the massive eye, who nestled comfortably in it's gilded cage. Altheda had asked her friend to leave it here alone, with her. She wanted to face her fears face to face...so there wasn't a repeat of last year, and the dreaded owlry horror-day. Now, Mooner was a very friendly owl - with an addiction of pumpkin pasty crumbs. He wouldn't hurt anyone - so long as that anyone wasn't a mouse or other small rodent. So he wondered why this strange person wasn't interested in scratching the special spot behind his head, like every human stranger was expected to greet him.
Without warning, Ursa stepped delicately off Altheda's lap - leaving her naked, in the direct line of the confused Mooner. The owl followed the cat - the real enemy to him, as he and cats didn't exactly get along - turning it's head around in the way only owls could do.
The young girl winced, jerking back in her seat and making a very weird face, as her shivering grew more fierce. What the heck - that was so freaky! Why did owls have to do that broken-neck thingy, they were freaky enough as it was. She tried in vain to coax Ursa back, snapping her fingers - but as she had started to sweat a bit, no sound arose, and Ursa just stared at her like - 'you dare try and summon me that way - try again when you have food to offer me.'
Traitor.
"Woooooooh?" Mooner queried again, and turned his head back to frontal position. He clacked his beak, impatient - this girl needed to get to the scratching, and forget the feline. He was superior here, he was sure. But Altheda had changed tact - now, rather than staring the bird down, she was trying to sink into the plush train seat, an odd, squeaky keening escaping her tightly clenched lips.
"Oh, jeesh...not again! Never again, never ever EVER - Keep away from my eyes, you stupid bird - Keep away! Oh please, don't hurt me - Pleease...." [/size]
