Willow Sheltra
Nov 24, 2014 21:43:17 GMT -5
Post by Willow Sheltra on Nov 24, 2014 21:43:17 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Peter Jacob Sheltra
Nicknames: Willow, just call her Willow
Age: 16
Orientation: Demisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Pixie Wings and Hallucinogenic Dust.
Play By: Alexey PlastunThe DetailsHair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Greyish green
Any Piercings? Both her ears are pierced
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? None
General Appearance: Physically, Willow is male. While she does have a thin androgynous figure, her shoulders are still broad and that's where the center of her weight is. She is tall and lithe at about five feet and ten inches high. Her figure is often hidden under sweaters and loose dresses, and not to mention she's quite the sloucher. She doesn't stand straight unless reminded to, and will always lean against something when sitting. Though she doesn't cover her legs much with shorts or skinny jeans being her preferred clothing. Her face is a bit on the square side and she has thin pale lips. Her eyes are a dark greenish grey color.
Personality: Willow is most definitely a social butterfly. She loves spending time with people rather than have me time. Whether it's going to a party or just seeing a movie, if she's with friends she's having a good time. Willow has no problem starting a conversation with people she isn't familiar or on good terms with. She could talk the person's ears off in fact. She's good at keeping conversations going.
Willow has no problem with physical contact, and expresses herself with it often. She's very huggy and likes holding hands with people. There is nothing stopping her from giving a little kiss on the cheek to friends in a pure platonic way. Whacking people (lightly) often comes with joking around or a poke to the stomach. If upset, Willow's whacks get harder.
As a male to female transgender, Willow doesn't really hide it. She doesn't mind people knowing, and she's happy to slap anyone who isn't okay with the idea. She toughs out rude comments well, and is often one to throw some back. Unfortunately, as much as she shows she doesn't care on the outside, it still builds up in her. When the bottle over flows Willow just can't help but cry. She tries to never cry in public though.Your VicesLikes:
People
Hugs
Her wings
Braiding hair
Running
Softball
Video games
Shirts that are huge on her
Cheesy wire action movies
Cats
Apples
The fact that she can get away with not having a shirt on during hot weather
Dislikes:
Rudeness
Judging
Bugs
Rain
Meat
Hard candies
Crying
Hot weather
History class
Writing assignments
Sunburn
Strengths:
Friendly
Fairly good pitcher
Witty
Weaknesses:
Bottles up bad emotions
Very talkative
Very touchy
Fears:
Spiders
Loosing friends
Airplanes
Secret: She's a bit worried about getting surgery or not when she's older to be female physically.Family TiesFather: Henry Sheltra
Mother: Phoebe Sheltra
Siblings: Theressa and Thomas Sheltra (older twins 19)
Any Other Important People:NoneHistoryWillow was born as a lovely little boy by the name of Peter. And as an infant he was raised as such. Though, as a little kid Peter never seemed to be the mud covered, toy truck loving boy his parents expected. While he did enjoy playing cops and robber with his siblings, he enjoyed dress up more and loved his sister's clothes more than the super hero covered T-shirts he had.
It was in first grade Peter came out as transgender, whether she knew the term or not. A teacher yelled at her for going to the girl's bathroom. Upon being questioned by her parents, she simply responded with "I just don't feel like a boy". Her parents were accepting to a point. They were okay with having her wear more feminine clothes and call herself Willow, but they wouldn't legally change her name or get surgery (she didn't come up with that idea for quite a few more years) until she was legally an adult and knew what she actually wanted. She got picked on by a few classmates, but held up well with her gender identity.
As a student, Willow did well in most her classes. She especially liked science while she had trouble in history and classes that required more note taking. As a very hands on kid, it was no doubt that she took well to sports too. At a younger age, she played soccer, but found she enjoyed softball more. And she got along with the team fairly well. One was even her neighbor and soon became her best friend.
At around eleven, Willow convinced her parents to let her take an androgen blocker, which delayed her puberty and testosterone. It wasn't a good few years later just after her fifteenth birthday she finally hit puberty. While her voice did lower and all that jazz it wasn't by much, and she was able to have estrogen. It was also when she sprouted pixie wings during a softball game. It was hard not to notice, she was up at bat after all. It took a couple days after that for a recruiter to show up, and whisk her away to Hammel. After a year of attending Hammel, she's been adjusting well to her new surroundings.Roleplay ExampleStreaks of red. Sharpened knives. The sound of clacking. Dirty dishes. Clean. Everything needed to be clean.
Alan wiped the crumbs off the table with a damp cloth, and waved the customers a goodbye as they left. It was another night, nothing really new. Detroit wasn't the best city around, but Alan seemed to manage pretty well around there. Each day was slow. He'd take his classes and serve food to people with a smile. In the end it was rather monotonous.
He was going over to Daniel's that night after his shift at the restaurant. A small smile curled his lips as he stacked dirtied plates onto a tray. He was happy to be able to get away from work and spend time with his.... Friend? Boyfriend? Whatever Daniel was. They hadn't quite confirmed what their relationship was at this point. Still, that didn't stop Alan from having fun with Daniel when they were together.
Alan looked over the table to make sure it looked decent, and nodded with satisfaction. He picked up the tray and brought it to the kitchen, placing the dishes in the sink. Before leaving he said his goodbyes to his co-workers, and hung his apron up on a hook just inside the kitchen door. He glanced up at the clock. If he hails a cab, he'd arrive at Daniel's home in time for when they planned.
Stepping outdoors, Alan did just that, and had a quiet ride over to his destination. Once there he knocked on the door and waited for Daniel to answer.What About You?Name: Getter
Age: Barely legal
Experience: Five years about
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