Post by Willow Rosenberg on Mar 23, 2011 16:46:35 GMT -5
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Willow Rosenberg
Willow Rosenberg | 16 | Bisexual | The Scoobies | Student | Alyson Hannigan[/color][/font]
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Hacking- This girl can hack into any computer. She has a vast knowledge on computers and is very good at working with them.
Genious-level intellect.- Willows a smart girl. She gets A's in her classes over and over again and she's even been a substitute teacher once.
Wiccan Powers.- Willow is still only dabbling in the magics at the moment but she's a natural.
Loyal.- She's a loyal girl that stays true to her word.
Friends and Family.- Through these people, Willow grows as a human being.
WEAKNESSES
Boys.- She can barely talk to one that's not her best friend without having to leave the room.
Insecure.- Willow may not seem like it all the time, but she cares about how others see her and what they think.
Talking.- When nervous Willow tends to ramble, alot. She'll go on and on and she'll end sometimes up going completely off topic.
Those she cares about.- She loves her friends and family a little too much. They're her strength, and her weakness.
Shy.- Willows a very shy girl. She's not outgoing at all, but she'll insist that she's very comfortable in the shell she's built.
Lieing.- This girl can't lie at all. She'll try, but in the end she'll blurt out the truth.
Curiousity.- Curiousity gets the better of Willow at times. She can't help herself if something catches her attention.
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"It's a text message. Oh, it's from Xander. It's one of our signals. It's a system we set up awhile back. Like cods. Uh, this one's either "I just got lucky, don't call me for a while" or "my date's a demon who's trying to kill me."
[/i][/color][/font]When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
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PERSONALITY Willow is a sweet girl. Kind of insecure when it comes down to her appearance and how others see her or think of her. She doesn't want to be popular, but she doesn't want to be a freak either. She'd actually prefer not to be noticed at all. Being noticed just causes trouble and she doesn't want that. But she still cares. Willow just wants to make it through highschool alive. She wants to work on her schoolwork, study hard so she can develop a successful future for herself.
Because of her rather introverted personality, she can barely speak two words to someone without stumbling over them, turning red, and having to walk away. She gets flustered easily. But even when she's so shy, she is one of the sweetest girls you'll ever meet. She's always there for her friends and is as loyal as can be. She can't lie for them though. If you ask her to lie she'll end up telling the truth by the end of it. She's not a great liar. But if you need help with school or just need a friend to lean on, she's your girl. She'll help you fight through your personal problems and if you just need to cry, she's there for you.
When it comes to evil, Willows not fond of it. She's firmly on the good side when it comes to the final battle. Willow is not the best fighter out there, or a fighter at all really, but if you need a witch she definetly knows a few spells that can help. When face to face with evil, she'll put up a bravado act and try to appear tougher than she actually is. She'll say and do anything that will stall or possibly get herself out of a situation. She hates being face to face with evil though. It terrifys her.
Guilt is something that, when Willow feels, she can't ignore. It eats at her and makes her feel terrible. She always tries to do the right thing, but one can't help but make a mistake every once in awhile. [/u]
LIKES
Her friends.- She cares for her friends and will do anything to help them or keep them safe.
Xander.- Willow's had a long, silent crush on Xander ever since they were kids. She'll always deeply care for her friend.
Being a wicca.- It's amazing to her. It just gives her a feeling that she can't really describe.
Computers.- She's excellent understanding of robotics. She can hack into one, and she even knows how to repair.
School.- What's not to like about school? Her friends are there. Teachers. And books.
Fighting evil.- She may get scared in the face of danger, and even say something witty, but she'll do what she can to help.
Helping however she can.
DISLIKES
Has a phobia of Frogs.- Willow is scared of them. They strongly freak her out. She doesn't like being anywhere near one.
Her loved ones dying or getting injured.- She cares for her friends and family way too much. If any of them got hurt then she'd feel terrible.
Evil things.- She hates demons, vampires, and all the other nastys that lurk out there. She's always willing to help fight against them. Though she might have to work on calming her nerves first.
The popular kids.- They've been the source of many nights crying or alone in her room, and her lonely school experiance.
Cordelia in general.- Willows known Cordelia since they were young kids. They were never friends though. Cordelias always been at the head of the ridicule against her. Their relationship is not a good one.
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"I hope this story ends with 'and she lived happily ever after'."
[/i][/color][/font]I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
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School was always something that Willow was good at. She always got straight A's and excelled in almost all of her classes. Though this did cause her to get insulted and teased by her more popular classmates, something Willow really dislikes for she's a sensitive girl. The teasing continued all the way through High School and on. Now in High School, Willow is a member of the Math, Science and Computer clubs. She even offers her help in tutoring. She doesn't even ask for money. If she can help her classmates pass their classes then she'll do what she can to get them a good grade.
Willow has a strong dislike for Cordelia and the other popular students. She's even apart of the "We Hate Cordelia" club, which also includes her friend Xander. Her relationship with Xander is odd. She has a hopeless crush on him, something that she's not ready to come out and tell him yet. They dated when they were five, but then he stole her barbie and it was all over. Willow is a shy, naive nerd with a light, cute sense of humor.[/u]
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I don't really know where Willows heading at the moment. When she gets introduced to the supernatural stuff out there she'd definetly become a friend of the slayers, helping them with the fight against the dark forces, and she'd even start training as the goddess-like wicca she's destined to become. But for now she's that normal, nerdy girl living in Sunnydale. As for plots, who knows, maybe Vampire Willow could come out and play.
I'm up for any plottage for Willow! =P
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3 years | None | Everyones favorite nerd.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE GOES HERE Drusillas tummy had been rumbly for hours. The sun just didn't seem to want to set today. Mmmmm. What a naughty sun. It did not like her. No. Not like the moon. The moon loved its princess. It did. It showered her in twinkling stars every night. Oooh, what a wonderful feeling! The vampiress anticipated its glistening light on her cold, pale skin. Such anticipation sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't wait for the attention only it could give.
When the sun finally drifted off of the crypt that she was in, Drusillas thin fingers slowly slid down the wood of the door, pushing it open in such a way that the creaking sound that came from the door appeared to never end. It creaks echoing into the night. A sound that would spook any being at this time of night. But not her.
Drusilla stepped over the threshold, her steps rythmetically timed with the dimming rays of the sun that were creeping away just inches infront of her. The hem of her red, victorian styled dress billowed out as air caught under it, the thin fabric twisting around her ankles as she walked. Soon the sun had dunked behind the horizon. By the time it had Drusilla was standing at the cemetarys exit. Making her way out of it and onto the streets of Rome. Drusilla had been here visiting The Immortal. Drusilla liked that man. Strong. Tall. Power radiated off of him in brightly colored waves. Everytime they touched he felt like sunshine. Wonderful, flesh burning sunshine. These were the memories that the manic vampire clung too. But the once wonderful memories were always replaced with bitter ones. Unpleasant enough that she didn't even want to think about them. Ms. Edith couldn't comfort her anymore. No. Drusilla recalled the good days. Daddy. How she loved him so. She remembered when she first laied eyes upon daddy. Daddy killed mommy and laughed. Ooh, how this had scared princess. But now princess liked to laugh at the feel of a snapping neck too. Daddy had shattered her like stained glass. So fragile. She broke to pieces. Falling and falling into the night. Princess had been strong. So, so strong. But daddy made sure she broke.
Dru had been all new and shiny. Shiny like a star... but then daddy turned into the aweful Angel-Beast. Daddy had abandoned her. Her William abandoned her and grandmother was as dead as ashes in the wind. She was here, but then she was not. Everyone had left Drusilla all alone. No one loved her anymore. Was she no longer shiny like the stars?
These memories made Drusilla bitter. No one would dance under the stars with her. Not anymore. Not daddy. Not Willy. She danced in the dark now. Cursed to dance alone to that eternal tune that played in her head. A tune that only she could hear.
Drusilla had begun to shake. Her walking ceased. Her hands lifted to her chest as her head bowed close to them. "I can't dance alone. It's a duet. The final act is about to begin but I have no partner. Oooh, the play will be ruined. This is not what the moon would want. No, no, no. The moon will be very cross tonight." Her words came out in small whimpers. The pain she felt was clear across her delicate features.
But out of the blue, Drusilla suddenly felt herself being grabbed by her elbow. She was pulled into the dark alley that she had been standing a few mere feet from. A surprised gasp slipped past her lips as her back was shoved against the hard stone of a building. Something sharp and with a chilling touch was forced roughly against her bare neck. A trickle of blood slid down her skin. Her eyes met that of a hooded man, though his were narrowed. Cold. Dark in their vast clouded depths.
"Such great eyes you have. Dark like a demons. Swirling like an abyss. Have you come to play a game with princess?" Her tone was wonderous, but her expression remained that of a level one, watching only with interest.
She could tell that she had caught the man off guard for he looked to be shocked. But the shock soon reverted back to that hostility he had shown moments earlier. "What are you blind, bitch? This is a robbery! Now give me your-"
"No play?" Drusilla had cut him off. A pout now painted across her face. It was then that her hand shot up, wrapping itself around his large wrist. As she jerked his wrist aside the switch blade was sent flying for the mans grip had let up in surprise as he was thrown backwards. He had stumbled into the wall on the other end of the alley.
Her attention wasn't on him though. Once she threw him, Drusillas fingertips found her neck. Touching the cut the blade had made as it was knocked away. She pulled her fingers back so she could exaimine the blood that now clung to her index and middle finger. It was alot. But she had already begun to heal.
"You hurt me." Her hand dropped to her side. Drusilla than gracefully advanced on the man. Reaching him, she grabbed hold of his neck before he could regain his balance. She slammed him against the stone.
"That was very rude of you. Apologize to princess now." Drusilla looked up at him for she was holding him up higher than she stood.
The man was choking from her grip. His own hands grabbing the wrist of the hand that held him. He attempted to pull her hand away, to dig his nails in, anything that would get him out of her hold. But his attempts were futile for Drusilla did not let go. Her fingers only wrapped themselves tighter around his neck.
Drusilla awaited his answer, but he did not give one. When he looked down at her he only spat. "Fuck you!" He was obviously enraged. His face was turning a delightful shade of blue though. His air supply was running out.
"You wont apologize?" She looked hurt. She then tilted her head appearing to be listening to something. "Ms. Edith says you've been a naughty man. Needs to be punished." Her face soon morphed into its vampiric one. Not wasting another moment for her hunger was starting to make her stomach painfully churn, Drusilla leaned into his neck and parted her fingers as she did so, allowing her fangs room to sink into his tender flesh and hit his pulsating jugular.
Juicy, warm liquid sprayed out of his jugular, entering her open mouth as she began to drink from her now thrashing meal. The man was without blood in a matter of seconds. He had barely been able to utter a scream before he was too weak too do anything but hang there. And once his heart slowed so it was taking its last fleeting beats, Drusilla pulled away. She looked up at him with her yellow, predator eyes. He was limp in her hand. "I told you to apolagize. But instead the predator became the prey. Mmm, what sweet tasting prey you were. Full of death and misery." Drusilla released her grip on the man, letting him fall to the pavement. He lay there crumbled against the wall.
Drusilla decided to watch him die. And as she watched him become weaker by the second her lips pulled into a twisted smile. A idea dawning on her. Drusilla knealt down besides the man. Once down there she lifted her finger to the top of her chest, piercing her white skin and slitting her a lone horizontal line. She then moved her hands to the man, picking him up with ease she pulled him to her. She leaned him against her. His position was slightly awkward but Drusilla made sure his mouth was against her bleeding cut. Her hand met the back of his head. She pulled his hood down so her fingers could trail through his short red hair. His hair reminded her of blood. A sweet river of innocent blood. A river she was bound to create soon. She could already imagine the blood seeping between her fingers.
Drusilla hummed. "Shush, my sweet. Drink. All will be better soon." She was delighted She was going to be a mother.
((it wasn't exactly a post, none of mine are even that big or half, this was just for a dru app I applyed for not long ago, so this is my writing sample. I couldn't think of a on the spot Willow sample x( ))
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