Anette Blackwood
Apr 6, 2011 0:53:52 GMT -5
Post by Anette Blackwood on Apr 6, 2011 0:53:52 GMT -5
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The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Anette Rose Blackwood
Nickname: Anne
Age: Thirteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Weather manipulation
Play By: Sammi Hanratty
Let it F L O W . . .
Hello there, my name is Anette Rose Blackwood and I’m thirteen years old. I have two very loving parents, Grayson and Lorrie Blackwood. My mother gave birth to me May 23rd 1997 in what hospital, I am unsure. I do know, from my brother’s descriptions of me, I was born with green eyes and red hair which slowly turned to honey blonde and blue eyes, must be a genetic thing from my father’s side. I won’t ever understand Science because I am a terrible listener when it comes to cells and parts like that. I grew with my brother being over protective and such and I love him to death. He’s the person I’m closest to.
My “gift” as my mother puts it, started developing when I was twelve years old. I had been angry about someone, I think it was an ex best friend and she was caught in a mini tornado that only happened to her. My father...being anti Meta-human, my mother kept it a secret and whisked me off to the school the minute I showed abilities. She had lied to my father and said she had sent me off to a boarding school in England, so I lost connection with my father. I really didn’t care honestly, he was rude to me and my brother after my mother told us that we may be Meta-humans. My mother still lets me visit her on breaks and such.
You should’ve seen my brother’s face when I turned up at his dorm room at ten in the morning. I think he was almost in tears, but with him, you could never be sure. We had embraced and I sat down to tell him my “gift.” I swore I saw him turn a little pale, but maybe it was a trick of the light. He was definitely overjoyed to have his sister with him in the school, and I was overjoyed to have my older brother with me once more.
That’s basically my history, I should probably tell you about some of the things I like and such. I like to wear dresses and skirts. I will wear them even in the winter. I don’t know why, but I can’t stand the constricting material of jeans. Most of my skirts and dresses are floor length. The only thing I hate long is my hair, but I think I might upset my brother or something.
You have my noticed that my life revolves around my brother, that’s basically true because I don’t make friends much. I can make them very easily, but I prefer the loneliness or the company of my brother.
More about me; I love sunshine, playing the piano, hanging with the few friends I make, cute boys, reading, writing poetry, checking out Facebook, the look on my brother’s face when I showed up. I hate math, getting into trouble, using my “gift” for evil purposes (which I don’t), bullies, betrayal and cats.
More about my “gift”; My eyes turn a darker blue when it’s activated. It only shows itself when I show an amazing amount of emotion. For example, if I am angry it will thunderstorm, lightening strikes that reach the ground and thunder that seem to shake the very earth beneath your feet. If I’m sad, it pours and that’s all it does. When I’m extremely happy or excited, it is sunny out with a very nice breeze. Those are just a few examples, you will find out in time how strong my “gift” can be.
My personality; I know I am sarcastic and snappy at times. I honestly blame my brother for the way I act. Every time I tell him I blame him for my snappiness, he only smiles and ruffles my hair, which I hate even more. I can be impulsive and a little reckless at times. When I feel like letting my “gift” out, I will purposely make myself feel strong emotion just to see it in action. Beneath my hard exterior, I am a big softie for my friends and family. I am very loyal and won’t betray my friends. I like to protect my friends when they are getting picked on or any random person for that matter.
My best trait; My eyes are the windows to my emotions. I am very easy to read and I am proud to wear my heart on my sleeve as the saying goes. I don’t like people thinking that I’m cold hearted all the time, I’m not, I’m just easily angered.
Well, now you know about me and the important stuff.
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Syn
Age: Driving age
RP Experience: About five long years
How did you find us?: Google
Show your S K I L L S . . .
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Anette stood outside the door of her room. A couple of hours ago, her ex best friend had been caught in a mini tornado made by her. Her hands were shaking and she knew what this meant. Part of her brain was wishing for normality again and her heart soar for the opportunity to see her older brother and to live in the same building as him. She could see him everyday and she wouldn’t have to wait till his classes were over for him to appear on Facebook to talk to her.
Her mother had warned her not to tell her father and her friend’s parents didn’t press charges in order to keep this quiet from the media. After all, there hadn’t been witnesses. They had been out in the forest and somehow her friend had pissed her off. She took her shaking hand and opened the door to her room. Sure, she would miss her home, but she was happy she was going away. She stood over her bed and fell forward, tears streaming on her cheeks. Before she knew it, it grew dark outside her window and rain was pelting her window. “Stupid ‘gift’,” she mumbled going over to close her window before Teddy, her brown teddy bear got wet. Her mother had brought in the old suitcase and it sat on her floor empty. She picked it up and started packing her clothes and Teddy into it.
Anette was done packing. Her mother was waiting in her car, it was already running and the rain had stopped. Her heart skipped a beat; she couldn’t believe she was actually going to see her brother. She had asked her mother to keep it a surprise and that much she hoped he would be surprised.
Anette looked up at the sky and sighed as she loaded into the car and let her mother drive her to the airport, where she would fly to Vermont to be in the Hammel school.
