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はじめまして！(Which translates out to "Hajimemashite" I'll leave you to look it up, since I like teaching peoples. razz )
My name is Nanabii, and I just got an invite to this guild. It sounds awesome, and I liked it, so I joined.
I'll possibly edit this and put in one of my character's bios (because I have TONS of them. ;D).
Thanks!
EDIT:
Okay, here are the bios. First one is for my character Maddie, the other is for her little sister, Circe:
Personal
Full Birth Name: Madeline Dominique Wells.
Nicknames: Maddie, Domi, it varies. Depends on who’s calling her what.
Canon or Non-Canon: Non-Canon.
Birth date: May 25, 1960
Age: Sixteen
Appearance
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5’7”
Body Type: Slender
Other Characteristics (optional): None.
General Appearance (two paragraphs): Madeline is pretty, but not the prettiest girl in the entire school. There are people that outshine her in looks, but she still holds a sort of natural beauty that she is proud of. She doesn’t worry too much on what she wears or what she looks like in general, but she does dress up to some extent. Her apparel is very bland and lacking in colour. She is partial to jeans and tank tops and you will most often see her in that sort of outfit, that is, when she isn’t in uniform, which she does enjoy wearing occasionally. Madeline is not one to wear makeup that often, though she will when she feels she has enough time to put it on.
Madeline is slender in structure. The eyes she wears proudly are of hazel colour and sort of big. She has a medium sized nose with full lips that are mostly pressed together in concentration. They seldom ever curve into a smile anymore, but when they do it’s a pleasant event. The locks that grace her head are dark brown and its texture is silky and bouncy. Just like her makeup and clothing, she doesn’t spend much time doing her hair. It tends to style itself with its natural wavy appearance; most of the time it’s kept in a nice ponytail that goes down to the middle of her back.
She’s not one for jewelry, but she can be seen wearing earrings and her necklace most of the time. The necklace she received from her parents never comes off from her neck, even when she’s taking a shower. The message and meaning and holds to her personally is too precious to part
Personality
Favorite Foods: Food’s food. She has no exact favorite, but she does like drinking Icees.
Fears: Personal failure, anyone harming her little sister, judgment, small places, and death.
Goals: To make something of herself by the time she leaves school. Hopefully she’ll belong to some group so she can flourish off of that, no matter the costs.
Likes: Her little sister and Potions. That’s just about it, Madeline doesn’t tend to like things that much.
Dislikes: Crying, over emotional people, ignorance, drama, hearing people scream, and just about everything that annoys her.
Talents: She tends to be good at things she tries out, not at first but with the help of trial and error it helps her along, though she does have a knack at making potions. Her ability to keep a level head in any situation is what she’s best at. Madeline doesn’t tend to panic over things, but instead calmly assesses the situation. She thinks that panic only causes everything to be more difficult.
Habits: She has the tendency to insult and emotionally hurt anyone who she finds to be a problem in her life.
Desire:: To have someone at her side.
Prized Possession: A locket her Mum and Dad gave her for her fourteenth birthday. Inside is a picture of her family together with the inscription: “Blood Will Out.”
Reputation: None that she knows of, but if she could guess it would probably be along the lines of the “bitchy girl with too much on her hands."
General Personality (no less than two paragraphs): Madeline has her moments of pleasantries, however she can be seen as uncaring toward the world around her. She is often too caught up with her own life to even notice or care about what’s going on around her. The issues of others, even her own friends, don’t seem to interest her unless they are of upmost importance. She holds herself in high regard and will not allow anyone to trample all over her. She respects herself enough to know when to end things. Madeline can’t really be described as a jerk, honestly, but she is, however, someone you normally don’t want to be around. She is critical and snooty, thinking herself above almost everyone in the school.
Madeline is more of an introvert than anything, though. She doesn’t like to show feelings as most people do. She doesn’t want people to know or understand how she’s feeling; otherwise they come into a circle in which she doesn’t want them to be. It’s no one else’s business as to what is going on Madeline’s head. No one needs to know how she’s feeling or how her life is. So, she keeps most information to herself. If she needs to express anything it’s in writing, especially in a little journal she has. Madeline uses the creative outlet she has as a way to escape reality for the time being. In general, Madeline doesn’t like it when people express their emotions to her. She finds it to be pointless and she doesn’t welcome it. So, she’s not someone you could come and try to unless she loves you enough.
Madeline loves and hates being alone. The absence of people can have its pros and cons. While the company of people is not generally welcomed, she can enjoy it at times. She really wants someone she can confide in, someone she can trust to be there when she needs them most. Sadly enough, she has yet to find that person. Madeline still hopes for the day when they come.
She can be very protective over people. The only person she’s very protective over, at the moment, is her little sister. Due to her sister’s disabilities, it’s harder for her to get along with others and to get around. Madeline doesn’t want Circe to get hurt. She knows that her world would end if anything bad happened to her. She normally doesn’t allow Circe out of her sight unless it’s necessary. Circe is the only piece of her parents she has left, and she’ll do whatever it takes to keep that secure.
Hobbies: Singing (to herself and only herself), thinking and writing.
Family
Parents:
Mother: Margot Wells. (Deceased.)
Father: Edgar Wells. (Deceased.)
Siblings:
Sister: Circe Arachne Wells.
Other Relatives (optional):
Aunt: Nicole King.
Uncle: Mathew King.
(She is living with her aunt and uncle currently).
Pet (optional): A kitten named Imogen, who is white as snow.
History
Childhood: It was May 25th, 1960, in London, England when a little baby graced the world with her presence. She was christened with the name of “Madeline Dominique” and sent home with her parents, Margot and Edgar Wells. It was there in the Wells’ Manor she lived for most of her young life as a pampered little girl. Her father held a high up job in a successful publishing company for most famous writers as her mother stayed at home to take care of her. When she had turned four, her parents had revealed that they were pregnant with a second child. Nine months later, little Circe was born without any noticeable complications.
This was later revealed to be false. They began to notice that at the age of two, Circe did not respond normally to things in front of her eyes. She didn’t notice when people walked by or when Mummy or Daddy came by to play with her. There were also slight discolorations in her eyes; parts of them seemed to be clouded. They began to worry after a little while and took her to many doctors to see if there was anything wrong with her. It was shown that after complete examination that Circe was blind. It was devastating news, but the Wells found ways to live around this complication. They took extra special care of Circe after they heard of her handicap, and even Madeline helped along the way. Madeline didn’t seem to notice or care about the sudden void in attention she received, since she was too busy fussing about and taking care of Circe.
Years passed. Madeline grew into a beautiful young woman. She was now fourteen, Circe ten. Everything in the family was perfect. Her Mum and Dad loved each other very much still, Circe was healthy and happy despite her lack of sight, and Madeline was attending school, and doing very well. She received good marks and made her parents proud. It wasn’t until one Christmas Vacation everything went wrong.
Madeline was home for Christmas. The house was beautifully decorated for the occasion. The house was covered in tinsel, the house was warm and welcoming, and there was a grand Christmas tree in the sitting room with an abundance of presents under it, all appropriately labeled for either Circe or Madeline. It was exciting for the whole family since Margot and Edgar were in the best of moods, and they could spend time together. However her parents went out to go pick up some friends at the other house, and left the two alone.
Madeline did not expect the worse. She should have.
She found it sort of odd when her parents didn’t come home at the time they designated. After putting Circe to bed, she waited long into the hours of the night, waiting for her Mum and Dad to walk through the door and wish her a Happy Christmas. However they did not return. Madeline spent Christmas alone with Circe. Her little sister didn’t seem to notice the absence, since she was so focused on the ample supply of toys she received that year from Santa. Madeline, however calm she appeared, was worried. It wasn’t until later that evening there was a knock on the door. She bolted for the door and opened it, only to be greeted by the sad faces of her Aunt and Uncle.
She invited them in and they all sat in the parlour. Madeline sat, on edge, waiting to see why her relatives had come and maybe why her parents were missing. It was then her Aunt told her that her parents had been killed in a car accident Shortly after getting in their car and driving off, they had been hit in the back of the car by a drunk driver. They trailed off the road and off into a ditch, and they died immediately on impact.
Madeline was… she didn’t know what she was. She hadn’t felt anything in that moment, but her whole body went numb. The idea that her parents were dead seemed very ridiculous, this moment couldn’t have been real, they couldn’t have been dead. The very idea of her parents being gone was so shocking that Madeline couldn’t speak, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move, and she couldn’t think. The news was too hard to comprehend, the information she had just received had to have been farce. But the news sunk in, and now Madeline was an orphan with a blind sibling.
They were given a week to pack and then were moved to her aunt and uncle’s house to stay until Madeline turns seventeen. Madeline is now the mother of her little sister, who is now twelve.
Other (optional): None.
RP example:
Screaming.
Madeline’s heart was pounding in her chest. However she stood frozen in place, her hands clenched at her sides as she listened to the screaming in the distance. She normally wasn’t this absent minded to the shrill sound of her sister’s screaming, but it was still two weeks after her parent’s deaths. She felt helpless and frightened on the inside, but on the outside she stood still, looking disturbingly calm. Why wouldn’t she move? Circe was in distress and she couldn’t budge. No, correction, she wouldn’t budge. It was as if she didn’t want to see her sister’s tears, Madeline didn’t want to see the sight of tears plastered on that innocent face. The thought of anything hurting that little girl disgusted and frightened her to the core. Didn’t she swear she would keep Circe safe after her parents couldn’t be there anymore?
But what could she do?
Madeline didn’t know how to deal with these types of things. She didn’t know how to love and care for a child, even though she loved Circe with every fiber of her being. Madeline wasn’t ready for this responsibility yet. Would she ever be ready, though? Would she be able to do what her mother did? Could Madeline really take care of her sister?
Babysitting was easy enough, but this…
This was replacing her mother she was thinking about. How could she possibly replace the woman who birthed Circe and cared for her for ten years? Her mother had so much experience with life and its bearings, but Madeline… Madeline was only a fourteen year old girl. She hadn’t even received her first kiss yet. She hadn’t done anything with her life yet.
How could she possibly do all this?
How could she, Madeline Dominique Wells, possibly do all this?
Normally people in this sort of situation would be crying by now, but not Madeline. Oh no, she had too much pride for that. Any possible negative emotion she felt was pushed down into the pit of her stomach and there it would ride out as no more than a stomach ache. She knew she had to be void of any and all emotion, for if she did that would show cowardice. She could not be cowardly now, especially not now. Circe needed her.
Circe was screaming.
Circe was screaming and Madeline was thinking.
Madeline knew that after she took this one step forward, her life would change forever. After this step was taken, she would bear the responsibility of being the adult for Circe. She would have to be Circe’s family now, the girl… No, the woman that she would depend on for most of her life. This was a stepping stone; this was the end of Madeline’s childhood. All she had to do was take a step forward and it would be set in stone.
There was no going back now.
With Circe’s screaming still ringing in her ears, she took a step forward. Her fists clenched at her sides. She glared into the forest Circe had wandered in and was now trapped in. With one deep breath, she ran into the darkness to find the only living vision of her parents she had left.
“Maddie!” A small voice yelped within the distance, the tone filled with such sadness and distress. Madeline only moved quicker. She had to find her. Madeline needed to be with Circe, she needed to know Circe was safe.
About half way into the abyss of trees and foliage, there sat little Circe, sitting on the ground, curled up as she cried helplessly into her arms. Madeline could not imagine the terror the little girl felt. However she treaded forward and kneeled before her little sister. A gentle hand reached forward and touched Circe’s head, to which the latter flinched horribly at. However, once the girl knew that the touch was of her sister’s, her arms lifted and searched for Madeline’s body.
Madeline gently rested her palms against Circe’s dampened face. Her thumbs softly caressed her tears away as silence enraptured them within captivity. She listened only to the labored breathing of Circe and it calmed her. Madeline’s breathing was inaudible to her own ears as she only concentrated on Circe.
“Open your eyes,” she said barely above a whisper. Circe opened her eyes and Madeline felt her heart break. Her eyes were red and full of tears. The gaze that Circe held was of deepened sadness and fear, even through the white streaks that clouded her eyes. Her eyes held so much terror in them. Even though the younger one could not see, her eyes moved about as if they could. As if they were searching for a light in the never ending darkness. Madeline could see so much emotion within that one gaze and wondered how she, herself, could be so void to it. Even now as she stared into the clouded, innocent eyes of Circe, she could not bring herself to cry or anything. Madeline was shamed by her inhuman response, her disturbing calmness, as Circe searched for her.
Madeline looked down as Circe grabbed her waist in vice grip. The younger one gasped loudly as she used her hands to feel up Madeline’s body. Her eyes widened and she sat perfectly still as Circe tried to make sure what she was feeling was human, that it was safe, and that she would be okay.
Madeline inhaled loudly as Circe’s hands reached her face. The child’s touch was so gentle and loving. She kissed Circe’s fingers as they passed her lips and in that moment, Circe began to cry.
Madeline enfolded her into her arms and cradled her form within her grasp. She was surprised how gentle she was with her own sister, as if Circe was made of paper and glass and even the slightest disturbance would cause her to shatter and break. She used her hands to rub her sister’s back in soothing circles, assuring her that she wasn’t going anywhere.
“I’m so sorry for leaving you alone.” Madeline apologized sincerely, her voice even and smooth. “I won’t let it happen anymore. Maddie is here for you, alright? You won’t ever be alone again.” The bundle in her arms nodded and they sat there, silence engulfing them once again.
It wasn’t until a few minutes passed that Madeline got up and grabbed Circe by the arm, pulling her up gingerly. Circe desperately looked for Madeline’s hand, and so Madeline grasped her sister’s hands in hers and held on tightly.
“Are we far from home?” Circe asked in a small voice that made Madeline cringe very lightly.
“No, I know the way back. I want you to stay very close to me, understand? Hold onto me and I’ll lead you home.” Circe nodded and Madeline began walking, gripping her little sister’s hand so strongly that she thought about loosening up a little bit. However Circe didn’t seem to protest and even squeezed back just as hard. It was that moment Madeline began thinking about her own life, realizing her responsibilities.
She led her little sister out of the forest and as she did she knew that it was time to rethink everything, to reflect, to think about her future and Circe’s. It was time to move on.
It was time for her to grow up.
Circe:
Personal
Full Birth Name: Circe Arachne Wells
Nicknames: She goes by Circe and only Circe. No one ever calls her by her middle name, for she hates it. “Arachne” is prettied up way of say “spider.”
Birth date: July 12, 1964
Age: Twelve
Other (optional): She’s blind.
Appearance
Eye Color:You can’t tell, her eyes are too clouded over.
Hair Color:Black.
Height: 5’4”
Body Type:Slender.
Other Characteristics (optional): Her eyes are clouded over by streaks of white. Other than that, there’s nothing that interesting on her body.
General Appearance (two paragraphs):
Circe isn’t the prettiest thing in the world, but she’s cute. If you asked Madeline, she would give a biased opinion, saying that Circe was the most beautiful thing to have ever graced the planet, but she would be basing that mostly on character. Circe’s looks don’t really matter anyway, since no one but Madeline pays real good attention to her. Her appearance doesn’t really matter to her, so she’s not too snitty about how she looks. She couldn’t really focus on it anyway; she wouldn’t be able to tell what she was doing.
Her hair is cut extremely short for safety reasons. Before it was short, it would get caught into things that she would bump into on accident, then she would have to wriggle there and try to pull it out, unaware she was making the problem worse. It doesn’t add any positive points to her looks, however it keeps her far away from harm, so neither Madeline or Circe mind. Beauty, in their opinion, is just a relative thing anyway.
Circe’s eyes, most of the time, are wide open. Her face always has the look of fear plastered on it, even though it’s unintentional. She’s only trying to concentrate in so she doesn’t bump into anything. Circe will admit she is afraid sometimes, since the darkness she sees sometimes frightens her. It’s sort of hard being brave when you don’t know what’s going on around you.
She doesn’t normally dress up, so she wears a very loose-fit shirt and jeans when she needs to. Most of the time she’ll be in her robes, just like her sister. Circe knows she can’t really be picky on what she wears, since she can’t really see it anyway. She just trusts that Madeline will make her look approachable and taken care of.
Being only twelve, she’s not into makeup, so her face is bare when it comes to that. She’s pretty enough, however, to pull off looking good without the help of some lipstick or eyeliner. She probably wouldn’t be able to use them if she wanted to, anyway.
Personality
Favorite Foods: She likes it when she can eat her sister’s Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Fears: There’s nothing she can really fear, since she doesn’t know what anything looks like. However, she cannot say that she isn’t frightened of the dark. She hates it.
Goals: To do the best she can in school, despite her handicap.
Likes: Her sister, that’s it. No one else matters but her.
Dislikes: The darkness, being alone and being away from Madeline.
Talents: Nothing really, but she does have the knack for making it around the school when alone. Not many people can do that.
Habits: She tends to be a little clingy and needy.
Desire:: Circe would love to be able to have sight, even if it were for one day.
Prized Possession: All her brail books.
Reputation: She has none she’s aware of, and she’s pretty sure she’s the only blind girl in school. So that would be Circe’s reputation.
General Personality (no less than two paragraphs):
Circe is a sweetheart.
She doesn’t like being doted upon that much, even though she can be very needy at times. She doesn’t appreciate people’s pity or sympathy for her handicap, because she thinks they’re only seeing her for her disability rather than her personality. Circe doesn’t want or accept people’s pity; however she won’t snap at people who will offer some words of support. Most people, she knows, actually feel bad about her problem, and she’s thankful for that. However, she is aware that there are those who just say it to be polite, and it kind of annoys her. She ignores those types of people often.
Circe is a very kind and selfless person. She tends to ignore her own problems to support others, because she’s rather be a helper rather than a burden. She does feel like a burden most of the time, and she wants to change that. That’s where Circe’s forceful determination comes in.
Just because she’s blind doesn’t mean she’s completely helpless.
Hobbies: Reading her brail books and talking to her sister.
Family
Parents:
Mother: Margot Wells (Deceased.)
Father: Edgar Wells (Deceased.)
Siblings:
Sister: Madeline Wells (Will become legal guardian after seventeenth birthday).
Other Relatives (optional):
Aunt: Nicole Kings
Uncle: Mathew King.
(Living with both, currently.)
Pet (optional): She spends most of her time with Madeline’s cat, Imogen.
History
Childhood: Circe was born on July 12th, 1964, in London, England, to a very lovely family: The Wells. She was deemed a very healthy baby and then sent home to grow up. However, it was sort of odd that the doctors didn’t notice Circe’s little… difference. It wasn’t really that noticeable until she was two. Even she had noticed that there was something wrong with her. All she could see was darkness, as if someone turned off all the light in the world. She didn’t know if this was normal or not – being only a young child – and so ignored it. However, the family members noticed that she wasn’t responding correctly to things that she was supposed to see. So, they took her to Saint Mungos to be checked. The examination process, Circe remembers, wasn’t very fun at all and made her very scared. But she was able to hold her Mummy’s hand, so everything was okay.
The doctors, after the examination, diagnosed Circe with blindness. Circe didn’t understand what that meant, but she would soon become very friendly and known with the word “blind.” Life didn’t seem that great after what she meant to be blinded, but she tried to trudge on anyway. The help and support of her family made everything alright, she supposed. The blindness had its own advantages.
Because of her condition, she and Madeline became fast friends.
Circe loves Madeline very much and doesn’t know how she can live without her; it almost seems like an impossible reality. Circe needs Madeline very much, she doesn’t know what she could do if she wasn’t there to hold her hand. Madeline became Circe’s second Mum; little did she know that this title would change very soon.
From second to first, Circe and Madeline’s parents died. Circe was terribly saddened by the event and even fell into a deep depression that lasted for months. It was in those long years that she took to wandering. It was obvious that everyone she depended on couldn’t be there all the time, so she had to learn how to depend on herself.
Though, on her way to learning, she got herself into trouble a few times.
Thankfully Madeline was there to save her. Circe is currently in the care of her Aunt and Uncle, but will be turned over to Madeline after she turns seventeen.
Other (optional): None.
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