| And so it begins... |
[Jul. 20th, 2008|07:10 pm] |
Character Information
Character Name(s): Ita
Nicknames/Aliases:
Gender: Female
Race: Water Elemental
Actual Character Age: 21
DOB: April 23, 1986
Physical Description: Ita has long, straight blond hair that she rarely styles – it is free to do as it wants, so long as it stays out of her face. Her eyes are a pale blue-green color, which can look greener or bluer depending on her mood and clothing. She is rather petite and slim; waiflike doesn’t describe her, however, because her boundless energy seems bubble within her very flesh. She is just under 5’2” in height.
Her skin is very pale and fair naturally, and the light tone is only exacerbated by her avoidance of the sun. She typically wears green, blue, or white toned clothing, loose and flowing to allow her ample movement. She rarely wears anything but Birkenstocks on her feet, right up until the snows of a Maine winter absolutely prohibit any alternative. If she chooses not to wear a pair of tattered jeans, bought that way from a consignment store or thrift shop, she wears gauzy, gypsy-style skirts. She wears jewelry infrequently, but what she does wear is chunky and often glittery, though not especially dainty.
Distinguishing marks: Sapphire nosering
PB: Amanda Seyfried
Birth Location: Boothbay Harbor, ME
Personality: Ita is a very friendly person. She is quite bubbly, and enjoys being around people. Despite her effervescent nature, she doesn’t particularly enjoy the partying life – she’d rather spend her time with a smaller group of trusted friends. The only thing that can make her into an insta-bitch is prejudice and hateful comments. She can be gentler in her rebuttal to a good friend, but she can be pretty cutting to an acquaintance or stranger. She isn’t particularly scrappy, and certainly doesn’t seek out altercations, but she has no issues standing up for what she believes.
Being as friendly as she is, she always tries to make sure to invite whoever is being left out, and really looks out for those less able or willing or able to defend themselves. Also, her tendency to socialize impacts her other responsibilities a bit (such as school, even work). People come first as far as she’s concerned. And if she has to take a day off to bake a dear friend a basket of pastries to cheer her up, then so be it.
Personal Background: Ita was born to Streva and Riden several years after the death of their creator. Riden was created by a powerful alchemist as a servant, but the alchemist was aging, and missed the company of others, and so Riden became almost as an obedient son. Knowing that his time would eventually come to an end, he created Streva as a companion to Riden, and, as it pleased their creator, the two became like lovers. Upon the alchemist’s death, the elementals were freed of their bond to him. His housekeeper, a gentle woman known to Streva and Riden as Aunt Lissa, slowly introduced them to the human world, but continued to maintain the house in which they had existed since creation. Eventually, freed of their magical bonds, Streva and Riden’s love grew to be the true, honest love of free people, and they determined to start a family. By this time, Aunt Lissa, who had been a young woman at the time of the old alchemist’s death, had grown to middle age.
Ita’s childhood was much like any other child’s – she had a spacious home and yard to play in, and enjoyed frequent trips to the beach. The property owned by the alchemist had a small pond within it, and she spent much of her time playing there. There were two major differences in her life from other children. The first was that she was never allowed company – the majority of the house was unlived in, and preserved as if it were a museum. No one knew what sort of lingering magics survived in the house, and no one dared to upset it. Her parents’ creator had become a bit paranoid in his old age, and had a witch enchant areas in the house against intrusion. Streva and Riden did not know how exactly the wards or charms were enchanted, so they continued to live by the rules they had lived under when their creator had been alive – they did not enter certain rooms without him, and since he was no longer around, those rooms remained preserved as they were. The second was that, when she was old enough to attend school, she came home to attend more studies directed by her parents. While exceptionally curious, Ita was never particularly disciplined, and wasn’t very attentive in her studies, at least at school. Luckily, Streva and Riden knew their daughter well enough to provide ample changes in their instruction to keep her attention.
Despite the restriction on having guests to her home, Ita had a very busy social life. She was naturally friendly, and a defender of the weak, even as a small child. Between babbling away at (not so much with, since she didn’t really need a willing participant in conversation) her various friends, she would take care of any bullies she could handle, and even some she couldn’t. At first, Riden and Streva were appalled to discover their child had a penchant for fighting, but they knew her to be honest and believed her explanations. Not willing to condone such behavior, they did not chastise her at home, but made sure she understood that she would have to take the punishment delivered by the school. It seemed like a fair agreement to the young child.
As Ita grew older, she became less likely to handle bullies with her fists and more with her sharp tongue. She had stronger, scrappier friends by then to back her up, and together, they were well-respected by the teachers, even if only a few were actually “top students”.
Throughout middle and high school, Ita had various love interests, but none were really serious. She was too busy keeping up with her social life to settle on any one guy. It was in high school that she discovered her love for cooking, in an Intro to Foods class. From there, she continued to stack her class schedule with foods classes, eventually working in the school restaurant as part of the vocational school. In her senior year, she applied and was accepted to The Art Institute in Philadelphia. Everything seemed to be going right. She and a group of friends had even rented a beach house to stay at after the prom. It was the morning after the prom that her world fell apart.
Her cell phone rang, too early in the morning after a night of partying, but she answered it anyway. It was Aunt Lissa. She was sobbing and it was hard to understand her. Something terrible had happened, and she had to go home. The police were coming to pick her up. The police? Where were her mom and dad? Aunt Lissa wouldn’t stay on the line to explain, and Ita was in a near-panic by now. Josh, her date the night before (and more of a friend than a romantic interest), accompanied her on the short ride to her home.
What was left of her home, anyways. It was gone. Black, charred, nearly burnt to the ground. She made it out of the car, and when she saw it was only Aunt Lissa there to comfort her, she collapsed onto the ground, screaming and sobbing. Josh, held her, and soon she felt Aunt Lissa’s comforting arms, and smelled her home-baked bread scent. But all that comfort couldn’t reach acutely painful emptiness threatening to blow her apart from the inside.
After that, Aunt Lissa took her in and looked after her. She fell into a deep depression, and barely moved from her new bedroom, one where’d she spent sleepovers since childhood, for weeks. Her depression only deepened when the investigation revealed that the fire was no accident. Aunt Lissa tried to keep most of the details from her, but an examination of the bodies revealed that there had been struggle, but that both were still alive when the fire claimed them, though most likely unconscious. The police had no reason for the arson, most likely a robbery gone wrong. Even through her grieving, Ita could Aunt Lissa felt differently. It was too painful for her to discuss, though, and so she never asked why her normally gentle face would become dark and hard whenever someone talked about the fire. Ita herself only listened as others talked about the fire. Often, she would simply leave the room. What did it all matter? In the end, her parents were still dead. Who cared how it happened?
She missed her first year at the Art Institute, but with Aunt Lissa’s care and support, she was able to reapply and be accepted the year after her graduation from high school. There, she did flourish again, making new friends and developing her skills as a competent chef.
After her graduation from the Art Institute, Aunt Lissa suggested she attend Halcyon. Aunt Lissa held out a letter, but when Ita took it the words all jumbled up and looked like nonsense. Aunt Lissa had chuckled her easy laugh, and had said, “Of course, he had it enchanted. It is a letter from your parents’ creator. It instructed me to send them to Halcyon if I felt it a burden to care for them. Or, if I were not available, I am sure your parents could have read it. However, you did not exist, yet, so it couldn’t be enchanted for you, now could it?” Aunt Lissa reasoned that her parents had been prevented from teaching her everything she needed to know, and they would have wanted her to continue. When Aunt Lissa put it that way, how could she refuse?
Family: Father, Riden (deceased); Mother, Streva (deceased); Aunt Lissa (non-blood relative)
Weakness: Fire, phobia of snakes, phobia of fire, needs to remain near water source, susceptibility to alchemists’ commands
Magical Abilities: Water manipulation - can steal water from the air (not controlled enough to interrupt breathing, yet), or manipulate water from nearby water sources; minor healing – non-lethal wounds on others
Any Training: Streva and Riden have trained their daughter most of her life
Special Skills: Cooking! She has a 2 year degree in culinary arts, and intends to study more later.
House: House Aquatic
Start Date at Halcyon: Saturday, July 6
Classes: Early Morning - Magic Use: Water; Mid-Morning - Magic Use: Energy, Light, Life; Mid-Afternoon - Magical Weapons; Early Night - Defense Against Magic
After School Clubs: None
Teaches: n/a
Job: None
AIM Name: blu3m4g1c
Rooming with: Alone** (Willing to room with someone, though – didn’t look like anyone was available at the moment.)
Your information
Character’s insanejournal name: pheonixwaves
Your email: silvermoonlady9@yahoo.com
Your messengers (aim/yahoo/msn): silvermoonlady9
Your name (internet or real): Sarah
Your age: 25
What are the mods’ names?: Jessie, Linda, Stacey
Link to colored photo for character’s page: http://img157.ialchemistvenue.com/img.php?loc=loc452&ialchemist=99199_Amanda_Seyfried_unknown_photoshoot_6_122_452lo.jpg
Sample third person entry:
It was a bit smaller than she had anticipated, her room. But the place looked like a castle – straight out of a fairy tale. That was pretty cool. And it reminded her of home. Her home with Mom and Dad. It hadn’t really been a castle, but it was old, and being a alchemist’s home, it held secrets. She could feel the secrets here. Maybe it was scary for other people, but it was comforting to her.
Sighing, she began to unpack her things. First were the pictures – they had become the most important things to her since the fire. She didn’t have any others. Aunt Lissa had given her these, but would have given her all of the ones of her parents if she’d asked. But Aunt Lissa needed memories, too. There was one, the eldest, of Streva nursing Ita as a newborn, and Riden looking on over her shoulder. It was the most beautiful picture, Ita thought. Perfect love. The second was the family picture they had taken as their family portrait, that last Christmas. It still ached to look at them sometimes. She figured it always would. And finally, the picture of Aunt Lissa. She had tons of other pictures on her computer, all of her friends. Most were e-mailed to her after the fire. Josh had seen her frantically search through the rubble where the family albums had been, and done what he could to ease her pain. He let everyone know she needed pictures. And they had flooded in. It was sweet. The happy moments were captured there, and she had needed happy moments then.
Next, bedding, clothing in the drawers, posters on the walls… In all, it took a couple of hours. But when she was done, she was satisfied. Now that was done, she flipped on her laptop and started typing. Time to make some friends, and find out where the kitchen was. Ooo… A cooking party to welcome herself to the school! Why not? People liked food. And cooking for yourself was dull.
Optional Questions
Where did you hear about the Halcyon Halls rpg?: Mary told me about it (plays Jesse and Shoko)
What caught your interest with the rpg?: I’ve enjoyed it so far! |
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