1Charak2 said
the leader would be either a Shaymin Victini or OR Mesprit
I'll leave it to a vote. What do you other guys think?
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I'll leave it to a vote. What do you other guys think?
1Charak2 said
im working on something...also what about my question?
What minor legendary are we talking about here?
I've posted my own IC... I hope it was okay that I did that and that Annabeth didn't want to post second.
"And you're sure you've got everything?" Mr. Webb asked his daughter for the fifth time that morning, causing Rhea to give a deep sigh. He had been like this all morning, as he had been every day when she was to start a new year at Hogwarts. He would wake her up at 6 o'clock in the morning, her breakfast half-ready on the kitchen table. He appeared jittery, nervous, always fiddling with his glasses, talking on and on about how proud of her he was, while simultaneously reminding her "If things don't work out, you can always give us a call", seeming to forget that mobile phones did not work at Hogwarts.
Rhea's mother, Mrs Webb, however, was the opposite. As the three of them stood outside the entrance to Platform 9 3/4, Mrs Webb had a huge smile on her face, a smile that seemed just a little too wide. "Oh, she'll be fine, Mark," she said, giving her husband a pat on the shoulder before turning to Rhea. "Remember to say 'hi' to Phelix for me," she said.
Rhea gave a slightly strained smile. "Yes, mum," she said. She noticed two boys heading through the barrier and gave a slight sigh, anxious to join them and the rest of the students on the platform and get away from the stifling atmosphere that both her parents were producing.
It had been, overall, a very tiring and awkward summer for Rhea. The first couple of weeks had been lovely, of course. Her mum was excitable, as usual, desperate for Rhea to show her what she had learnt that year before sadly remembering that Rhea wasn't allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts. Her father had been as happy and welcoming as ever, obviously grateful to have his daughter back, and even her older brother Robert had seemed to be in a good mood. However, as the weeks went on, things had become a little sour. Rhea had gone to visit her old school friends once and the whole event had been a mess. They had acted strange, as if they didn't really know who she was. She felt they were whispering behind her back, and when she had called her friends out on it, Amy, her former best friend, had said, "Well, you know what they're saying about witches these days." The whole experience had left Rhea with a bad taste in her mouth and she had refused to pick up the phone to any of those friends for the rest of the summer, spending most of her time in her room reading her potions book and longing to be at school where she could practice making some of those potions for herself.
Even her brother had been acting a little strange during those last two weeks. One he had come back with a black eye. "It's nothing!" he said forcefully to Rhea when she had asked him, then he locked himself in his room for the rest of the day. Mrs. Webb had asked if he wanted her to fix the bruise, only for Robert to flinch away as if he were terrified.
I shouldn't worry about that anymore, Rhea thought to herself as a few other students made their way through the barrier. "Dad, do you want to come through with us?" she asked. She knew what the answer would be, but she asked anyway.
Mr. Webb smiled. "Not today, pet," he said. He then gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Take care now."
"Are you ready?" Mrs. Webb asked her daughter, also now seeming anxious to move on.
Rhea sighed. "Ready," she said. She glanced at the cage on her trolley, in which a small but fairly handsome barn owl was placed in. "You ready, Ash?"
The barn owl, Ash, was already biting at the bars, as if to say, "Get me out of here already!"
Rhea smiled before making her way through the wall. She charged through the barrier and ending up on Platform. Her mother followed soon after her and the older witch looked around at the students with a sigh. "How nostalgic," she muttered, before eying the Hogwarts Express wistfully. "I do hope you write to me often," she said to Rhea. "Tell me all about the things you learn this year."
"I will, mum," Rhea said.
Mrs. Webb smiled down at her daughter, an expression that was curiously filled with a lot of sadness. "Rhea?" she said. "You do know that I love you?"
Rhea looked up at her mother. "I love you too, mum," she said, and she meant it. She took her hands off the trolley for a moment and put her arms around her mother in a big hug, not at all embarrassed about what anyone else would think. As much as her mother annoyed her, she knew that Mrs. Webb was really lonely at home. Being a witch in a Muggle family was not an easy thing, and Rhea knew it well.
They held that hug for almost three minutes before Mrs. Webb let go, making some mumble apology about embarrassing Rhea and pushed her daughter towards the train. "Be good!" she called. "Always do your best!"
"I will," Rhea replied before steering her trolley towards the train. She thought about looking back at her mother for a minute and giving one last wave, but decided against it. She was afraid if she allowed herself to look back, the two of them might end up bursting into tears.
Rhea's mother, Mrs Webb, however, was the opposite. As the three of them stood outside the entrance to Platform 9 3/4, Mrs Webb had a huge smile on her face, a smile that seemed just a little too wide. "Oh, she'll be fine, Mark," she said, giving her husband a pat on the shoulder before turning to Rhea. "Remember to say 'hi' to Phelix for me," she said.
Rhea gave a slightly strained smile. "Yes, mum," she said. She noticed two boys heading through the barrier and gave a slight sigh, anxious to join them and the rest of the students on the platform and get away from the stifling atmosphere that both her parents were producing.
It had been, overall, a very tiring and awkward summer for Rhea. The first couple of weeks had been lovely, of course. Her mum was excitable, as usual, desperate for Rhea to show her what she had learnt that year before sadly remembering that Rhea wasn't allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts. Her father had been as happy and welcoming as ever, obviously grateful to have his daughter back, and even her older brother Robert had seemed to be in a good mood. However, as the weeks went on, things had become a little sour. Rhea had gone to visit her old school friends once and the whole event had been a mess. They had acted strange, as if they didn't really know who she was. She felt they were whispering behind her back, and when she had called her friends out on it, Amy, her former best friend, had said, "Well, you know what they're saying about witches these days." The whole experience had left Rhea with a bad taste in her mouth and she had refused to pick up the phone to any of those friends for the rest of the summer, spending most of her time in her room reading her potions book and longing to be at school where she could practice making some of those potions for herself.
Even her brother had been acting a little strange during those last two weeks. One he had come back with a black eye. "It's nothing!" he said forcefully to Rhea when she had asked him, then he locked himself in his room for the rest of the day. Mrs. Webb had asked if he wanted her to fix the bruise, only for Robert to flinch away as if he were terrified.
I shouldn't worry about that anymore, Rhea thought to herself as a few other students made their way through the barrier. "Dad, do you want to come through with us?" she asked. She knew what the answer would be, but she asked anyway.
Mr. Webb smiled. "Not today, pet," he said. He then gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Take care now."
"Are you ready?" Mrs. Webb asked her daughter, also now seeming anxious to move on.
Rhea sighed. "Ready," she said. She glanced at the cage on her trolley, in which a small but fairly handsome barn owl was placed in. "You ready, Ash?"
The barn owl, Ash, was already biting at the bars, as if to say, "Get me out of here already!"
Rhea smiled before making her way through the wall. She charged through the barrier and ending up on Platform. Her mother followed soon after her and the older witch looked around at the students with a sigh. "How nostalgic," she muttered, before eying the Hogwarts Express wistfully. "I do hope you write to me often," she said to Rhea. "Tell me all about the things you learn this year."
"I will, mum," Rhea said.
Mrs. Webb smiled down at her daughter, an expression that was curiously filled with a lot of sadness. "Rhea?" she said. "You do know that I love you?"
Rhea looked up at her mother. "I love you too, mum," she said, and she meant it. She took her hands off the trolley for a moment and put her arms around her mother in a big hug, not at all embarrassed about what anyone else would think. As much as her mother annoyed her, she knew that Mrs. Webb was really lonely at home. Being a witch in a Muggle family was not an easy thing, and Rhea knew it well.
They held that hug for almost three minutes before Mrs. Webb let go, making some mumble apology about embarrassing Rhea and pushed her daughter towards the train. "Be good!" she called. "Always do your best!"
"I will," Rhea replied before steering her trolley towards the train. She thought about looking back at her mother for a minute and giving one last wave, but decided against it. She was afraid if she allowed herself to look back, the two of them might end up bursting into tears.
Draexzhan said
Should I, like, post something?
Well, I am kind of waiting your character to say something.
Nor can I! I'm psyched!
Err, Banba. I've noticed above you got mine and Alyss' characters mixed up. You put that Holland was the White Queen's daughter and that Antitus was the White Rabbit's son when it's the other way around.
Oh and, Theodora, I hope you don't mind if my character has a crush on yours. Nothing will really come of it, I just thought it would be a slightly funny part of her character.
Name: Holland L. Rabbit
Parent: The White Rabbit
Age: 17 years old
Looks:
Personality: Holland is under the impression she is the only "sane" person in Wonderland. That... might be up for debate. As the heir to the Rabbit family, she has been raised in the arts of speaking only when spoken to, agreeing to everything other people say even when you disagree, and, most importantly, learning to take insults. As such, Holland has a tendency to come off as a bit of wallflower with no real opinions of her own. Like her father, she's also a nervous wreck, very anxious, twitchy and paranoid. She's hyper-sensitive to every little thing around her and sees everything as a possible danger, like a small piece of paper on the floor or the sharp corner of a table. Of course, working for a family of the Reds does that to you. As such, she has become a bit of a perfectionist, doing the same job multiple times until the results are "just right". She can become irritable at times and is often rude to those she considers "beneath her", such as the servants, often threatening to report them to the Queen if they get in her way. When around royalty, however, she's very polite, trying to put on a cool and controlled persona, though her stuttering occasionally gives her away. In truth, though, despite all outward appearances, she has very low self-esteem and is very critical of herself. She mistrusts anyone who gives her a compliment, thinking of them as liars, with the only exceptions to this rule being her father (who is also a perfectionist) and Coure. If she got a compliment from those two? Well, she'd be over the moon.
Short history: The Rabbit family has been working for the Red royal family for centuries so, like her father before her, Holland works in the court. She's been serving the Reds since she was 10 years old, Her father is too old now to work and gone into retirement, leaving Holland to deal with it alone. During her time in the court, she's gained a little bit of a crush on Coure and has made it her duty to fulfil the princess' every need. Though the princess is not prone to niceness, Holland is pretty happy just to have Coure notice her and has started becoming a little bit of a glutton for punishment, and even sometimes becomes overjoyed to hear Coure insult her.
Other: Her middle name is "Lop". Calling her that is very likely to upset her and make her embarrassed.
Parent: The White Rabbit
Age: 17 years old
Looks:
Personality: Holland is under the impression she is the only "sane" person in Wonderland. That... might be up for debate. As the heir to the Rabbit family, she has been raised in the arts of speaking only when spoken to, agreeing to everything other people say even when you disagree, and, most importantly, learning to take insults. As such, Holland has a tendency to come off as a bit of wallflower with no real opinions of her own. Like her father, she's also a nervous wreck, very anxious, twitchy and paranoid. She's hyper-sensitive to every little thing around her and sees everything as a possible danger, like a small piece of paper on the floor or the sharp corner of a table. Of course, working for a family of the Reds does that to you. As such, she has become a bit of a perfectionist, doing the same job multiple times until the results are "just right". She can become irritable at times and is often rude to those she considers "beneath her", such as the servants, often threatening to report them to the Queen if they get in her way. When around royalty, however, she's very polite, trying to put on a cool and controlled persona, though her stuttering occasionally gives her away. In truth, though, despite all outward appearances, she has very low self-esteem and is very critical of herself. She mistrusts anyone who gives her a compliment, thinking of them as liars, with the only exceptions to this rule being her father (who is also a perfectionist) and Coure. If she got a compliment from those two? Well, she'd be over the moon.
Short history: The Rabbit family has been working for the Red royal family for centuries so, like her father before her, Holland works in the court. She's been serving the Reds since she was 10 years old, Her father is too old now to work and gone into retirement, leaving Holland to deal with it alone. During her time in the court, she's gained a little bit of a crush on Coure and has made it her duty to fulfil the princess' every need. Though the princess is not prone to niceness, Holland is pretty happy just to have Coure notice her and has started becoming a little bit of a glutton for punishment, and even sometimes becomes overjoyed to hear Coure insult her.
Other: Her middle name is "Lop". Calling her that is very likely to upset her and make her embarrassed.
Can I reserve the White Rabbit? I'll start working on the CS in a mo.
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