Post by tilly rife on Jan 13, 2009 23:36:59 GMT -6
Character Name:matilda joann rife
Age: sixteen
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Canon/Original: origanl
Location: la push
Loyalty: human/ sam's pack
Name: melly welly pudding pie kiss the boys and make them cry
Age: fourteen to young
Gender: female tamale. yes.
RP Experience: three years kiddo
Contact Information: pm me <3
Timezone: forks time zone yo.
Forum Activity: once a week [til may ;] ]
Other Characters: not atm
Celebrity Claim:Emily Browning
Distinguishing Features: does having amazing big blue eyes count?
and don't take a glance at her feet [they aren't pretty]
Physical Description:
Tilly looks just normal, theres nothing really that makes her stand out in a crowd. Her hair is a deep brown, not some hot pink, though she's been thinking about dying it blond. Her skin is white, but thank God it can tan. Its the Native American/ werewolf blood running threw her veins that keeps her skin from burning. But back about the noraml stuff, Til is about average heights, its been a while since she last checked. Roughly she stands between 5'4'' and 5'6''.
Matilda Joann doesn't really help herself with the 'not standing out' because she chooses to wear comfy un-eyecatching things. Like for example, she'd rather pick up jeans and a t-shirt with snoopy on it than neon colored skinny jeans and a t-shirt to match. Some times when she is alone and bored she'll rummage around her parents old clothing and take pictures of herself to put up and myspace and what not. Overall, jeans are her number one friend, and sometimes that comfy new jacket.
Likes:
` her family
` boys, boys, don't forget boys
` to laugh
` orange tic-tacs [and only the orangest]
` coffee house/ indie rock music
Dislikes:
` vampires that sparkle like disco balls
` fun killers
` being alone
` not being a werewolf
` vanilla
Quirks:
` bites the ends of anything in her hands [pencils mainly]
` doesn't learn from her mistakes
` always has to have the last word
Personality:
Tilly is the best little sister ever. Yes she could be a pain in the butt 24/7 but her love for her older brother never stops. No matter what happens Tilly never stops looking up to Conner and tries to do what he does. Some times she, when time calls for it, Tills has to be a big sister too. With Sophie just four and growing Tilly spends a lot of her time babysitting the little girl and teaching her cool worthless things.
Matilda isn't really the books kinda girl, or sports. Still, she loves to run. Never had it crossed her mind to join track, it seemed like to much work. Tilly brings home average grades, hovering slightly over 'C's but never over a 'B'. Very often will she flunk something, which keeps her parents happy. Oh and projects? Tilly is a last minute type of girl and wont start it until the day something big is due.
There is nothing this girl loves more then just to sit and relax. Just watching tv, listening to music, talking with her friends keep Tilly occupied for long amounts of time. Anything to loud or to hyper has to wait til after the lights go out. Matilda really only goes out to have 'fun' when it seems best, and that is clearly after the sun sets. One of Till's favorite places to go is First Beach, where there always seems to be a bonfire. If she ever goes missing you know you can find her there.
No one can quit hold a grudge like Tilly can. Like once in first grade this little brat stole her purple color crayon, and now Matilda still doesn't talk to the girl. You could say this teenager has some trusting issues, and well, she does. Its not like anyone betrayed her seriously, she had just seen people being seriously betrayed and vowed that it would never happen to her.
Parents:
` Logan Peter Rife
` Meagan Matilda Rife
Siblings:
` Conner Walt Rife
` Sophia Doris Rife
Other:
none that are cool enough
History:
What a wonderful moment when someone meets the love of their life. But how can you be sure? Well, for Logan Rife he was very sure he had met 'the one'. It was the way she seemed to be the center of everything, he had to be with her protecting her. You see Logan Rife was/is a werewolf, and werewolves do this funny thing called imprinting. If you don't know what imprinting is, its just true love but truer. Yes that makes perfect since. Now because werewolves don't age Logan had to give it up so he could make lucky-duck Meagan Davis his wife.
Of course there was no way Meagan could say no, Logan was everything she wished and dreamed for. Soon after they where married their first child was born, Conner. He was the perfect child, slept through the nights and always had a big smile on his face. Meagan was always very protective over him, even when he was young she feared for him becoming a werewolf. She didn't want him out fighting vampires, it was just not safe. Tow years later little Matilda Joann was born. Her name came from her great grandmother, how named her daughter Matilda after her best friend. Matidla the first gave her daughter Meagan the middle name Matilda, who then gave her daughter that name. And yes Matilda Joann will probably name her daughter Matilda to keep the name going, though she loathes the name and rather be called Tilly. Last but not least is little Sophia, who was born when Tilly was twelve. Now four Sophia is starting school and getting to be even more annoying.
For all of their life Conner and Tilly had been sheltered from the world of vampires and werewolves. They had always heard the stories but always but it off as just that, stories. As toddlers they would always tackle each other and goof off pretending they where big huge wolves, but never thought it was true. Boy where they wrong. Conner started acting weird and wouldn't come home for days. Tilly was very vocal to her parents about how she thought something was wrong, but they'd just shrug it off. One night Tilly couldn't take it anymore and confronted her older brother about it. It took a while but he finally broke down and told his sister about how werewolves where real, it had been very hard for him to lie to his sister.
Its hard to crasp the idea of some fairy tale being true, and Tilly took it hard. How could her whole family lie to her? For the first time in her life she started to leave her family and hang out with friends. Staying up late, fooling around, having a good time, is a daily thing for this teenager. Still, when needed, she'll spend some time with her family, if her little sister is being a hassle or if her mother makes a fancy dinner or something. And of course she'll forget any plan she had previously made for her brother.
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( love the h o l l i e __)• • •
Today was the usually gloomy. Nothing had changed from two years ago when the worn out souls of her red converse stepped over the threshold of hell for the first time. Where were they anyways? What place would always be rainy and so dull? Somewhere up north sounded just about right, but something told Baxtor that it was wrong. Maybe 'they' had powers too, the doctors/demons which ever you like and they changed the weather or something. In truth some days where fairly lighter then others, but today... it simply sent shivers down young Hollie Baxtor's spine. The air had the same chill it did the day she was captured here, the day she was abandoned. It made her sides heart and her brown locks fling side to side as she looked behind her shoulder in case something bad came for her. She was probably insane , the normal world would have locked her up. To bad this hell-whole had gotten to her first.
The seventeen year has spent so many days here that the days bleed into weeks and she had forgotten much of her first weeks here. She remember all the "patients" if that was even the right word, heading towards the courtyard. It seemed like the only place where they could roam around, bastard/ doctor free. At first Hollie didn't really care for the outdoors or the simple benches of the courtyard, until a few hours of her stay then she found out she wasn't leaving. After that the courtyard seemed to be a haven or some kind of peace to everyone. Today she couldn't go with out the fresh air and the small sounds of some kind of life other then the cold asylum. It was pretty empty just a few others where splattered randomly across the small courtyard. Quickly Hollie took long strides with her skinny white white legs she made her way an empty bench.
Her small body laid itself on the old wooden bench easily. Baxtor faces the invisible sun using her fluffy brown curls as a pillow. The clouds rolled by effortlessly but lazily too, taking their time to peer into that odd building filled with grieving people. An odd site fell on Hollies hazels eyes though, a group of small little birds. The looked so happy making their own cloud never spreading to far away from each other. "Come and take me with you" Baxtors thoughts felt like velvet as they pasted her lips to the world around her. Her words where like a death treat, a good deed punish, or maybe just a spell on the bones she could control, and one of the small little birds broke free from its group of friends because its lost its battle between bones and mind. As soon as she saw the tiny bird start its hero trip down to really 'take' her, she started to wish other wise... and thats when the problems really started.
"Go back" Hollie whispered softly so only the birds wings would hear and no one around her would think she was talking to herself. A while ago Hollie had noticed that after given one command bones had a problem doing the other like if she had told someone's bones to break it was hard for her to go back and tell them to heal. and the other half of the bird decided to turn around back to its flock. Just fill in what you want to think here because Hollie seriously had no words to explain what had just really happened. The bird collapsed on itself and fell to the floor, its death. With a 'blop' a pile of feathers, blood, and broken bones fell to the floor in front of the bench. "Crap" Naturally Hollies body wanted to threw up, but she held it back. Another death due to the thoughts and good attentions of Hollie Theresa Baxtor. She could barely stand herself. Closing her hazel eyes Hollie wished for death to come and fall abound her just like the bird on the floor next to her. What where the doctors going to do? Probably celebrate because they had made a nice little killer. How many people had seen the unnatural bird flying to its death? Hopefully none, but someone was going to see the pile of feathers sooner or later.• • •
• • • open to one person please
• • • mood: blah
• • • music: yellow- coldplay
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