Gwendolyn O'Shea

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[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #30307E; color: #8C8CB8] Name: Gwendolyn Brigid O'Shea. Nickname: Gwen Sex: Female Birthdate: April 17th Age:: 16 Nationality: Irish/English True Name: Restless! True Name Location Its on the back of her neck in harsh-looking capital letters. Type: Sacrifice Affiliaton: Unaffiliated so far Height: She is five feet six inches Weight: 120lbs Hair: Her hair is usually tamed into a pony tail, but it is evident that it is extremely curly. When loosed it is fluffy, reaching almost to her buttocks. Eyes: Her eyes are a deep green, not too light or dark, but you seem to get lost in them. They usually contain a determined glint, with a hint of quiet knowing. They are a little on the big side, very expressive and planted under usually furrowed brows. Outfit: Her outfit is designed to hide her slender, very womanly figure. She wears a white dego tee under a baggy, black jacket, sagging to her butt. Over slightly faded bell bottom blue jeans sits a small green plaid miniskirt. Her black converse are worn and scuffed, laced tightly over black socks that come up past her knees. She has a thing for long socks. She cuts the tongues out of her shoes. She carries a messenger bag containing various things, including grape soda, which she is undeniably addicted to. Her MP3 player can be considered a part of her outfit, because she is never without it. Ears: Yes, they are Calico Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

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[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #30307E; color: #8C8CB8] Personality: She is hot headed and often brash, mouthing off and getting herself into trouble. She is not without knowledge of how to get herself out of it. She doesn't let her mouth write checks that her ass cant cash. With her outwardly grumpy nature and frown she isn't the first person you would talk to. But when you get to know her you realize she is actually very intelligent; having a secret romance with books, especially vampire romance novels. She doesn't let people in very easily, but once your in thats it. She protects her friends fiercely, having few. She has an issue with being touched, and touching in return. Her body is also very expressive, and you would do well to pay attention to her stance, if she hasn't already mouthed her emotions. She. is deathly afraid of heights, hyperventilating if she looks down at the ground from more than four stories up. Despite this she wishes she were taller, and resents anyone that is taller then her. One of her dirty secrets is she is a total nerd, watching nature and science shows, reading lectures online, listening to books on her MP3 player. Another is that she is terribly scared of the future, and does her best to cover it up with a tough facade. he puts off as tough, but what she really needs is a kind heart and an open ear. She HATES centipedes: she has no problem with snakes millipedes or anything else long and slithery, but centipedes give her the hee-beee gee-bees. She loves the color blue, specifically denim blue, and wants a number of tattoos. History: She was born in a country hospital in GreenBarrow on The Moor, screaming like a banshee. Her full head of hair was already curling and her three teeth gleamed in her pink gums. She grew up on her parents wool farm, watching as her parents tended the sheep. She learned to talk at an early age, and her third word was 'why'. She loved dinosaurs and trains, obviously a tomboy. She didn't like anyone but her mother to brush her hair, which had only thickened with age. She did not know it, but soon her life would change forever. Her parents left her at home with a babysitter, going out on their weekly friday date. Gwen was on the couch, reading, way past her bedtime, when the phone rang. The babysitter, a teenager from their village, answered it, and went silent. She mumbled something unintelligible into the receiver and hung up. With slow steps and a pale face she approached Gwen, told her to get dressed and come with her to the hospital. Gwen did not know what was going on, but could feel the tension in the air. The sitter took her by the hand and walked for a few minutes, getting a ride from a passing truck. He dropped them off at the hospital, a rather small building as hospitals go, and they made their way inside. At this point Gwen was numb, knowing something had happened if they were at the hospital. She held her sitters hand with a death grip, her knuckles turning white. With feet heavy as concrete she walked into the ICU, to her mothers bed. Her face was bruised where the bandages did not cover it, and she smelled lightly of toasted meat. Her mother looked to her with the one green eye she had. She began to speak to her daughter, her voice hoarse and fret with pain. She loved her very much, did she know that? When she was born she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, with bright red curls screaming like hellsfire. Her father loved her very much as well, but they had to go, it was their time. Like her dog Thelma. She would be going to a good place, and would wait for her there with her father and Thelma. Gwen stayed with her mother the whole night, the doctors coming in to offer medication and solace. They had been in a terrible car accident, her mother the only survivor. Her injuries were beyond repair, and she was here to die. She did, that night, and Gwendolyn watched the light fade from her eyes. The next morning a sour woman in her mid fifties came to get her, saying her cloths and things were already packed and she would have to come with her. She was only five years old... She took her far away from her village, and into a dank city. They pulled into a church, and the woman told her to get her trunk, this was her new home. Gwen was not thrilled, but she did as she was told. She was escorted to a room full of seven other girls, all sleeping in bunkbeds. She had a bottom bunk, and tucked her trunk under it. The girls did their best to welcome her, but she would have none of it. She found a spot under a willow tree and stayed there until their Father called them in for the night. The monotony was broken by the coming and going of girls as they were adopted out or ushered in. The arrival of a new priest was a big to-do, with a fancy dinner and dancing. He was a sallow man, weaselly in the face. His thin brown hair was wispy, and he looked over the girls like a prudent shopper would beef in the supermarket. She kept quiet about her opinions and ate her food, knowing the sting of the nuns rulers. They were allowed one extra hour until bedtime, and she took the time to read. The chapel was empty, so she took a confessional as her chosen reading spot. She cracked White Fang and began to read, nestled in the blanket she borrowed from her bed. She was a few pages in when she heard the door open, the one from the chapel to the hall. She watched the door of her confessional refuge, wondering who was in here so late. She started at a knock, and opened the door slowly. There stood the new clergyman, Father Bander, smiling like a weasel that has cornered a rat. He did not say anything as he let himself in, shutting the door behind him. The space was cramped, but what happened in there should never have gotten out to poison the rest of the orphanage. He could not take her ears, that would raise suspicion with their nightly bible studies, so he worked around that. She endured this for five more years, flinching when anyone touched her, going through mood swings. It ended the week after a new Sister arrived from a missionary in Japan. She saw herself in the young girl, noticing the symptoms of abuse. she was finally was able to corner her and get her to talk to her, and once started the sobbing and talking was difficult to cease. She spilled her soul to the nun, who held her tightly. It took her a year and a half, but the nun, Sister Elizabeth, got her transferred to the Orphanage in Honshu. There was a bit of crowding, so she was transferred to Ikebukuro, where she has been for the past four and a half years. RP Sample: She fluttered her wings gently, cocking her head, very birdlike. Clearing her throat, her amber eyes darted from the blade to his eyes and back. She bobbed her head. " Thou speak like a mainlander, what doth thou on mine island?" Her speech was slightly archaic, as if she hadn't heard it spoken in quite a while. Upon further inspection; one could see long, thin feathers mixed in with her hair, flowing like locks. She approached him carefully, her wings held tight to her back and her delicate hands touching each other hesitantly. Finally a few feet away, she came to rest. She was about five feet five inches tall and slim as a rail. She was well musceled, no ribs or hips showing, but she was thin. She blinked, and if one looked closely they could see a clear secondary nictitating membrane pull away, like an owls, or a cats. Her nose was slim and short, not curved or beak like. Her eyes were wide and round, innocent and taking in the world like a vacuum. She extended a slim hand, slightly more webbed than his, palm out and fingers pointing to the sky. " I hearken lilliliea, what be thy name?" Her voice was like birdsong, flowing over her vowels like a happily tinkling streamlet.

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Wooooah, this girl went through some kind of special hell. Welp, at least Masaru is a good guy DEEP down. If she can get him to work with her, that is.