Post by SORCHA BRONWYN GERARD on Nov 20, 2011 7:05:36 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] sorcha bronwyn gerard |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is sorcha bronwyn gerard, but you can call me Sora. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm twenty-two years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a female. it should be. i consider myself to be bisexual, for those that want to know. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a witch, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right]Sorcha is genuinely a gentle person. Unless you anger her – which is nearly impossible to do – you'll rarely see her dark side. Sorcha is very laid-back and calm, and has this serene air about her. She's not known to raise her voice unless in battle, and rarely ever gets excited about small stuff. Whether it's just plain laziness or just the innate calmness, no one knows. But it works. She's very down-to-earth and honest, almost brutally honest. But she never means to hurt anyone – actually, she hates hurting others.Unfailingly polite to everyone, even enemies, Sorcha is a very respectful sort of girl. Oh, she might be tart and sarcastic (she has quite the tongue on her), but she manages to do it in a way that's almost respectful. Also, she knows when to speak up and when to hold her tongue. She was raised with the whole “speak when spoken to era” sort of feel and though opinionated, she tends to keep her opinions to herself. Sorcha has especially perfected the “hide in plain sight” mentality. Though naturally a chatterbox, Sorcha knows when to keep her mouth shut – after all, you get a lot more information when you're quiet than when you're making yourself the centre of attention.
Sorcha is almost obnoxiously friendly and cheerful to just about everyone. She's the type that greets everyone with a smile, even those she really doesn't like. She has an almost annoyingly optimistic outlook on life, greeting everything head-on. That's where her stubbornness comes in. Sorcha has a stubborn streak a mile wide. Even if she is proven wrong, she will not change her path. She has been known as “mule-headed”, and once she has decided to do something, the Gods help everyone, because she WILL do it. Even if it means running people over to do so. She has a sense of justice that no one but her really knows, and she will stick to that like glue. She doesn't disobey orders exactly, but if she thinks there is something wrong with the way her teachers are going about something, you bet your bottom that she is going to do it HER way.
But things aren't always rainbows and sunshine with this girl, and she does have a darker side. It is nearly impossible for her to hate anyone, or to get angry, really, but once you do, woe on you. Slow to anger and slow to forgive, Sorcha has been known to hold grudges. Her temper, when aroused, is fierce and can be quiet violent, a change from her normal calm and gentle personality. She has been known to lash out physically, even though she hates hurting others. She has tried to control her temper, but will be the first one to admit that she doesn't have the best control over it. It's just wise not to anger her.
There is also the little matter of her arrogance. While she really doesn't have that big of an ego, there certainly is one. What she knows, she knows. She doesn't see it really as having an ego, just knowing stuff. And Sorcha assumes that everyone wants to know everything... which, believe me, can get really annoying. But she honestly doesn't understand that....
When vampires "came out of the closet" - as she calls it - Sorcha wasn't really all that surprised. She, after all, was a witch. Why couldn't other creatures exist? She isn't all that sure of them personally, though. The idea of sucking blood for a living sort of disturbs her, and she really hasn't formed a set opinion on them yet. Sorcha DOES want to meet one, though, sometime in the near future. Another adventure, right?
history
[/size][/right]Sorcha was born one warm summer evening to a young couple Derek and Elfwynn. The small family lived in Dallas, Texas, and both sides had strong magic running through their veins. Elfwynn was Scottish, and from a strong line of healers; she worked very hard as a midwife of sorts. Derek was an elemental wizard, though he worked in banking. For years, they had been wanting a child. When Sorcha was born July 2nd, they were the happiest parents in the world. They named her “Sorcha”, which, in Gaelic, means brightness. She grew up in a rather chaotic, but loving, household. Sorcha showed strong magic affinity at a very young age, able to move things with her mind by the time she was six. She also displayed a talent for healing, though no one knew the price of this power until way later. Another ability she inherited from her father was the ability to manipulate water, something she practiced hard at. Her parents loved her very much, and were extremely proud of her.
But not everything was peachy-keen for the young girl. She started to become really withdrawn and quiet, something that was extremely unlike her. She kept complaining that everyone was hurting her, even though no one was touching her. It was her granny who discovered the problem - it wasn't other people PHYSICALLY touching her that she was having issues with. It was the fact that she could feel other people's emotions, that she was an empath. And being bombarded by everyone's emotions every single day was slowly wearing the little twelve year old out. Physical touch amplified the power, which really sucked, since she was a huggy person.
Luckily, her granny came to the rescue. She gave Sorcha a sapphire ring that acted as a buffer of sorts, blocking out most but not all of the emotions pressing against each other. Sorcha was strictly told never to take it off, because the emotions of others would result in a mental breakdown. This, of course, scared the little girl out of her wits, and she solemnly promised never to take it off. And she hasn't, to this day.
Life passed normally When she was thirteen, her mother gave birth to her younger brother, Kael. Unfortunately, there was complications during the birth, and her mother was bleeding out. Sorcha was doing her best with her healing magic, driving herself so hard that she ended up in a coma for a week. When she woke up, her granny informed her gravely that she should never try healing again. When asked why, it was revealed that the healing magic took it's toll directly on her life-force - meaning she was literally killing herself by healing others. But that didn't matter to Sorcha. What did matter was that she wasn't able to save her mother.
Derek was crushed and became very despondent for the longest time. It fell onto Sorcha’s young shoulders to raise her younger brother. Though she was extremely sad at her mother’s passing, she wasn’t one to stay depressed forever. She raised Kael as best she could, sacrificing her social life (for she was extremely popular at her school) to raise him. It was a little after she graduated from high school that her father uprooted them from Texas and moved to Jamerson Falls, where her relatives lived. After dumping his children there, he promptly disappeared. She still got letters from him, but she hasn’t seen him since then. She spent a couple years working until she decided to go to college, leaving Kael to her beloved grandmother’s care. She still sees him on weekends, and whenever she can. [/div][/td][td]
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role play sample |
December, 1906
Everything hurt. Oh, Gods, did it hurt.
She staggered, fell, and for a moment, she didn't move. The ground was blissfully soft, almost welcoming... and also extremely cold. Part of her mind screamed at her to get up, that she was going to end up dying in the snow if she didn't start moving, and that this was not a good place to collapse. But the rest of her... could care less. Every fiber of her being screamed the need for rest. Even if it was on the cold snow that blanketed the ground. She was aware of a dull, throbbing pain in her head, the ever-present pain that she had woken up with.
Selene closed her eyes, trying to find the strength to stand. It seemed like she was trying all too hard these days. Ever since she woken up in the hull of a ship, frightened, not knowing where she was. A chunk of her memory was missing. The last thing she remembered before waking up in the ship was going off to the American Revolutionary War... and then nothing. Times had obviously changed, which wasn't nearly as freaky as the fact that she couldn't remember. Anything. It scared her, shaken her to the core.
From what she gathered, she had been leaving somewhere. She found with her a packed bag. But what really confused her was the fact that she was injured - a head injury that had required stitches. The stitches were gone now, but they had been what confused her the most. The obvious conclusion was that she had suffered a head wound that did some pertinent damage. That fact was unsettling, because, mostly she didn't know how she got it. This whole situation had shaken her more than anything, more than her torture, more than anything she probably would've ever experience in her life.
In her bag she had found, in the pages of a book, an address scribbled down in her handwriting. Considering that she had no where else to go - but not knowing where she was heading now - she had figured that the address was the best place to start. Everything had started out fine, but, a week later, she was exhausted, cold, and on the verge of giving up. She had money, yes, but she was so close to the school. For one person she had asked told her that the place she was looking for was some fancy school. Selene didn't understand why she had written it down, or what it's importance to her was, but she didn't care at this point.
With a groan, the dark haired woman pushed herself up, shivering slightly. She looked quiet exhausted, dark circles under her chocolate eyes, her clothes torn. She supposed she looked pathetic. Normally, that would irritate her, but she was tired and cold. Looking around her, she picked up the backpack and spotted a gate. A huge one. Tilting her head back, she saw that she was at the entrance of a huge building... A building that matched the one on the piece of paper clutched in her hand. With a sigh of relief, she stumbled to the gate.
"I found it... I'm not sure what I found, but I found it..." She said, resting slightly on the gate, before the world spun and she collapsed near it, head spinning.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
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