Post by Ariadne North on Apr 25, 2011 10:05:51 GMT -5
on the first page of our story the future seemed so bright
monika jagaciak as ariadne north
Hi, I’m RUNAWAY, I am 21 and I have been roleplaying for TOO LONG and I came by your site VIA ADVERTISEMENT and thought what the hell?! I already play NO OTHER and this is a new addition to my brood. Ciao for now.
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NAME » Ariadne Marie North
AGE AND DOB » Nineteen, June 21st, 2017
EMPLOYMENT AND EDUCATION » Works in her mothers herb shop, and is still home schooled.
SPECIES » Witch
POWERS AND ABILITES » Ariadne, like her mother before her, is a born witch. She discovered her connection to magic at the age of 14, and has since been tutored by her mother in 'the Craft.' She is still remarkably inexperienced, and as such knows few spells, and can do very little effective magic, though she does have great potential. She prefers the use of 'the spoken word', spells cast through verbal command, as herbology and the creation of 'hex bags' often involve the use of animal bones; something she refuses flatly to touch due to her vegan beliefs. Like the rest of her family, Ariadne is a born witch, and has no connection with demons.
ALIGNMENT » Good, for the most part
SEXUALITY » Straight
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ETHNIC ORIGIN » Caucasian
HAIR COLOR » Naturally, Ariadne's hair is mouse brown, although there are times she has dyed it blonde. Currently, it lies somewhere between the two shades, as she is letting the dye 'grow out.'
EYE COLOR » Ariadne's eyes are a sea-green color, although there are times they appear lighter.
BUILD » Ariadne is tall, gawkish, and remarkably skinny. She has very little meat on her bones, and could be thought to have some sort of eating disorder. Her figure is, however, a combination of her natural build, a fast metabolism and her vegan lifestyle, as she eats very little protein and is forced to take supplement tablets. Her almost skeletal appearance is only accentuated by the clothes she wears, most of which dwarf her.
HEIGHT » 5'10''
DISTINGUISHING MARKS » Ariadne has a small scar, found under her chin, courtesy of a bad fall as a child.
TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS » Ariadne has both her ears pierced, once in each lobe.
PERSONAL STYLE » Ariadne tends to wear very little in the way of eye-catching clothing, and prefers to stick to dark, bland colors, generally grey, deep green and black. Very little of her clothing is what one would call 'designer', most of it old, ragged and a little hand-me down; not that she wouldn't kill for some nice Hollister jeans to replace her faded, worn, brand-less ones. While there are a few changes to her choice of tops, namely between t-shirt and vest, she is almost always seen in a black hand-knitted cardigan, courtesy of her mother. She has a love of bangles, and many adorn her wrist, although beyond that, she wears very little in the way of jewellery. Make up is not something she wears much of, although in recent months, she has discovered eye liner, blusher and foundation.
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LIKES »
~ Fitting in, not that it is something that happens very often
~ Animals, hence why she can't eat them
~ Her mother, though she'd never admit it
~ Sleep, because what teenager doesn't like sleep?
~ Boys, not that she meets many of them working in a small town herb store
~ Bad horror movies; what better is there to laugh at?
~ Kiwi smoothies; delicious
~ Antiques; she has a collectors mentality, and likes random, old, useless thrift items.
DISLIKES »
~ Feeling embarrassed, although it is a common occurrence
~ Not being able to keep up with the latest trends due to her lack of allowance
~ Smoking, because she doesn't want to die through inhaling second-hand smoke
~ The unnecessary destruction of the natural world; YAY TREES!
~ The dark
~ Being so damn tall and skinny
~ Needing to use her mothers car to get anywhere
STRENGTHS »
~ Being a witch has its benefits, and while she's not the most talented in 'the craft', she's still got some fairly useful spells up her sleeves.
~ Her shy, naïve nature makes her remarkably easy to get along with, and she does all she can to please others.
~ Ariadne has the natural ability to completely lose herself in a crowd, and is remarkably inconspicuous, whether she wants to be or not.
~ A fairly decent cook, she knows a number of vegan recipes off by heart, and can make full meals with very few ingredients.
~ She can knit like a boss, and is seriously talented with needles and yarn.
WEAKNESSES »
~ Her naïve nature makes her a remarkably trusting person, and she can be too quick to make friends, and is far to quick in 'falling' for people. Thus, she is easy to hurt.
~ Her inconspicuous persona and shy aura can work against her, and there are times that she seems completely invisible, even though she wants desperately to be noticed.
~ She has not been trained to fight, in any way shape or form. As such, she is not capable in combat what-so-ever, and would be forced to improvise with what little magic she knows.
~ Ariadne has a knack of embarrassing herself, and that can often cause terrible teenage mood swings. Thus, she can be a little difficult to be around.
~ She is physically a stick, and her skin is so pale it appears nearly translucent, meaning she bruises like a peach. She represents little physical competition to any opponent, and would most likely hurt herself if she ever punched someone.
HOPE AND ASPIRATIONS »
~ Ariadne wishes, on some level, to be as talented a witch as her mother. She looks up to the elder North, and while she never admits it, envies her looks, her natural skill...and well...everything about her.
~ Beyond her first aspiration, Ariadne wants to fit in with those her own age. She has never had many friends, never had a boyfriend, and often feels like an outcast. She wants to change that and actually live the life of someone who is at least a little popular.
FEARS »
~ That she will end up alone, with no family, friends or lovers, an outsider even in old age.
~ That she will disgrace her family name, and fail her mother in her magical studies. She was a late bloomer as it was, and feels weak in comparison to her mother.
~ Death...it's terrifying right?
PET PEEVES »
~ Smokers; there is NOTHING big and clever about giving yourself and all those about you lung cancer.
~ People trying to force her to eat meat; VEGAN MEANS NO!
BAD HABITS »
~ Ariadne tends to speak her mind around those she knows, and that, at times, can lead to confrontation.
~ She bites her nails when she is nervous or embarrassed, which is a lot of the time.
BIGGEST SECRET »
~ Ariadne has been considering running away from home for a number of months, and is currently trying to will herself into committing the act. She feels trapped by her mother, and while she cares for her deeply, feels that she could prosper away from home. Doing so, however, would mean stealing the car, and she is unsure whether she could live with herself if she became a thief.
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PERSONALITY »
Ariadne is known, to all those that meet her, to be an impossibly shy, quiet girl, who seems to have little in the way of personal skills. Distant, lost in a land that seems not to be visible to anyone; witch, vampire, human or otherwise, she spends much time in her thoughts, preferring the familiarity of her mind to the ever-changing and unpredictable world that is reality. As such, she can appear naïve, and many people believe her to be younger than she actually is; that is, of course, if they actually notice her. Despite her tall, lanky frame, she seems to be invisible to most she passes, and finds it all too easy to become just a face in a crowd.
She is, equally, a teenager. As with all teenagers, she is uncontrollably moody, and is often seen moping around when she is one with the living. A pout will often adorn her face, and she has mastered the art of the 'thousand yard death glare', using it when imagining striking her mother down after chores have been inflicted upon her. Witty and sarcastic, she tends to use language to hide any discomfort she may feel in a given situation, although such expressions can leave her appearing a little caustic. Those that know her well, or even just the insightful, are instantly able to pick up on the act, seeing her for what she really is; a sweet girl who is both unsure of herself and the world around her, and doesn't know how to act around those she meets.
Perhaps her most defining want is her wish to be 'normal.' As she was, by a witch's standards, 'a late bloomer', she feels she does not necessarily belong with her kin. Equally, she cannot escape the fact she is of magical heritage, and so cannot fully count herself as a human. This desperation to belong often has her attempting to dress fashionably, lusting after the all new items of status, be they iPods or phones, and trying to keep up with celebrity gossip. However, her sheltered life style often leaves her clutching at straws, and she tends to embarrass herself more often than not.
Surprisingly, Ariadne lives a vegan lifestyle, much to her mother's disdain. She refuses flatly to eat anything construed of animal produce, and will defy her mothers teaching when creating certain spells and wards in order to avoid the use of dead creatures. As such, certain magics are limited, yet a stubborn streak prevents her from changing her ways.
HISTORY »
An extract, taken from the journal of Ariadne North, describing much of her early life:
'So, I was born on the 21st June 2017, in some place in Scotland near a huge lake, or loch...(At least, I'm pretty sure that's what they call 'em.) As far as I know, it was just Mum present at the birth (she kinda had to be), 'cause Dad left way before we, mother and unborn foetus, even got to the hospital. When I ask her about him, she just shrugs and tells me that he doesn't matter, because he was gone before I was a twinkle in her eye. I have no idea what that saying actually means, but I think the gist is this; “a guy got me pregnant honey, and then he left me before you even had a gender.” I suppose I should be more upset that I never knew the man that had a hand in my creation, but I don't see the point in getting upset over someone I don't know, never have known, and never will know. I don't have a name or picture to go off, so it'd be like getting hung up on a ghost; pointless.
It didn't effect my childhood any. I mean, it must have been hard for Mum, being a single parent without a stable job, but we always got by. We didn't have any family, not that I knew of anyway, so it was literally just the two of us. We moved around a lot, Scotland, London, France, Norway, never really staying in one place for too long. We'd rent houses, Mum would set up a little business, work while I was at school, and then be there at dinner when I got home, ready to ask about my day. It was really nice at first, us being so close, but I mean that could only last for so long. The more we moved, the more I felt alienated from the kids I was at school with, and as I grew up people became less accepting of the transfer student, and I had like, no idea why we couldn't just stay put.
It killed my happy child mood right off, and I spent most of my time writing in your predecessors, Mr. Journal, spilling all my pre-teen angst onto parchment. I totally re-read some of that recently; talk about melodrama! Still, it represented a really unhappy time in my life, when I'd constantly have bitch fits at Mum (who I'd call Jillian, because it really pissed her off when I called her by her name rather than her station), telling her that she treated me badly and that she was ruining my life. We'd always make up afterwards, but it was hard on both of us.
I kinda entered my rebellious phase at the age of 13. I went vegan, stopped doing homework properly, didn't hit curfew... I totally drove Mum crazy. She was stressed about stuff she wouldn't tell me at the time, but looking back, I can kinda see why she lost it. It can't have been easy being a single mother and a witch, like, of a long line of witches, waiting for your only child to discover her powers like the mother of all periods. But I was a late bloomer, and just found her constant worrying an annoyance; blah blah blah. It was a load of whatever.
The two years of my life that are emblazoned into my mind forever are those of 2031 and 2032. Why? Like, my entire life changed in those two years. Firstly, the North's underwent their greatest geological upheaval ever, and moved out of Europe to America; Kansas of all places, and I was put in a high school. I hated it there, 'cause I didn't fit in. I was like tall, and skinny, and dark haired, and didn't know a thing about America. Everyone else did. Also, side note, apparently English accents are only cute when boys have them. I just got laughed at. So once again I spiralled into agonizing and unnecessary depression, but I was 14, and didn't know how to deal with my emotions! Give me a break! Mum, or rather 'Mom', said it was for the best, and that I'd understand one day. I didn't believe her.
But a year or so later, after struggling through the mire that was Freshman year, all hell broke loose. I totally discovered that I, like Mum, was a witch, and could do awesome magic. It was all accidental at first. Mid-mood swings, little things would change, lights would go out, I'd say things and they'd happen, and then I'd feel like, deathly sick afterwards and have to have days off school. It was during a domestic that Mum finally figured out I was 'blossoming'. She wanted me to try meat again, and I refused, and we argued. I told her to go and burn her meat and, what do you know, I set fire to said meat. It spontaneously combusted. I've never seen her so happy.
So ensued the long, long talks about what I was, what I was capable of, what I had to learn, yadda yadda yadda. I totally didn't believe her at first, but I came round to it when I proved her right over and over. I could create light, make things cold...totally wasn't dreaming. It was around this time I kinda grasped why we'd moved out to America; it was bigger, and there were so many more places to hide. We could live in forests, near rivers, in small towns, and because people were more open minded out there, believed in hoodoo and voodoo and...stuff...no-one really batted an eyelid if weird things started happening.
She pulled me out of school and got me a home tutor, despite my protests. She figured that I was a liability among others, and that I could hurt people because I didn't know what I was doing. So I've spent like, the last few years of my life friendless, learning from some old woman tutor who smells like garlic and cabbage, and taking night classes from Mum in witchery. It's been kinda slow, and I'm like, totally not as skilled as her, but I'm getting there...maybe...a bit. I just wish she'd let me go out more. I don't always mess incantations up, and most girls at the age of 19 have a life beyond studying and stuff. I live in a huge and totally awesome country, and I spend my life either doing chores, taking classes, or sitting at the counter in her herb store. I don't get why I have a curfew, and can't go places other that the library without her chaperoning me.
My life...right now...it totally blows.”
