Post by Willow Alba on Sept 29, 2012 14:33:38 GMT -5
Willow Alba
FULL NAME HERE Willow Alba
NICKNAMES Mother, Mama
GENDERFemale
AGE 30
ETHNICITY Britannian/British
NATION OF ORIGIN Gallia
WEAPON OF CHOICE Clubs and hatchets as they are the easiest to use, and they lend themselves to being any object near her.
WHAT SHIP ARE THEY ON?[/b]Ater
WHAT IS THEIR POSITION?[/b]First Mate
YOUR CHARACTER'S LIKESAt least five.
**Rain. There’s a lot of it where Willow’s from, and she never misses a chance to get out in the rain, and splash in the puddles. She expects people to be confused by this trait of hers but she doesn’t care.
**Children. Ever since she was a little girl, she’s wanted to have kids of her own. She has a soft spot for young, and grown, children, and she will protect any of them.
**Cats. They have always been friendly towards her and she can always count on there being a cat that likes her even when other people don’t.
**Her space. She’s had to fight for what was hers and that makes her very protective of anything that she deems hers.
**Caring for people. She likes to feel needed, and especially likes it when she can take care of someone that she has a connection with.
**Green. This is her favorite color. It was the color of her only blanket, her sister’s eyes, and the area that she grew up in.
**Leonie. Francis’ cat specifically. Leonie was the reason that she was accepted onto her ship.
YOUR CHARACTER'S DISLIKES Again, at least five
**Lychus. The orders that the Gallian police receive come from there, and thus she blames the capital for all that is wrong.
**Spiders. Multiple eyes looking at her, gives her the creeps, and she won’t tolerate that.
**Abuse. She witnessed the Gallian police abusing Gallian citizens everyday and thus has a strong dislike for anyone who takes advantage of anyone else like that.
**Whining. Anyone who whines to her soon finds out about her intolerance for that type of complaining, and will meet the flat of her hand against the back of their head.
**Dresses. In both of her occupations dresses were a hindrance and she hates how they feel against her legs. Also, they weigh a lot, and she values comfort over fashion
FEARS At least two
**Losing her “Children”. After her sister died, she can’t handle losing any more people from her life, and thus stays emotionally distant from others, unless they get to her.
**Rats. They remind her of the time that she spent taking care of her sister all by herself, and freaks out whenever she sees them.
QUIRKS/ODDITIES/HABITS At least three
**Infertility. When she was a child she got really sick and it affected her reproduction, so now she can’t have children. But, she doesn’t know that.
**Diary. She keeps a diary in which she rants about whatever bothered her that day, she doesn’t write in it when she’s had a good day, cause then she doesn’t need to let out emotions.
**Locket. She keeps a locket around her neck with a picture of her dad and her younger sister in it. They are the only two in the locket as her mom tried to kill her sister, and her brothers left her when she was young.
GOALS At least two
**Having her own kids one day. She wants to be a better mother than hers ever was for her and her sister, and she loves children so she wants to have lots of her own.
**Make her area of Gallia independent of the government. Where she grew up was poverty-stricken. The police killed random people on the streets out of boredom, or for petty criminal acts.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION Anything else you want to add about your character? None.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
**Protective. When she was two, her dad was murdered by the police in front of her for uttering a comment about how the government could run itself better. She hates the police, and usually tries to protect anyone that she has taken under her wing, and would sacrifice herself to them.
**Stubborn. She’s had to raise herself and her sister. She’s gotten used to having to fight her way into getting what she needs, this has bred stubbornness into her, and if she wants something, she will get it.
**Loyal. Anyone who has earned the right to be her friend has earned their place in her heart, and she will fight for them until she dies. Short of betraying her to Gallia, she will be a true friend to anyone.
**Caring. Raising her sister has given her a lot of mothering tendencies, and she will transfer them to anyone that she feels needs them at that moment.
**Compassionate. She can understand what others are going through, as most of what has happened to others has most likely happened to her as well.
**Bitch slap of reality. She is not afraid to tell others what she thinks of them. If they’ve done something stupid, then she will let them know that they’ve done something stupid.
**Slap happy. If you’ve done something wrong in her eyes, it may warrant a slap to any part of the body closest to her. Depending on the severity, her “punishments” may vary.
BACKSTORY/HISTORY
**When she was two her father was shot in front of her by the Gallian police, leaving her slightly scarred for life. She got deathly sick with scarlet fever as a child resulting in infertility. Several years later her brothers, Andrew and Saxon, left her family, to go and find “their own way in the world”. Her mom had always been odd, but after Willow’s brothers left, she went crazy and tried to kill Willow’s younger sister, Brittany. Her mom was taken to a mental institution. This left Willow to care for Brittany for the next five years, until she was 20, and Brittany was 18. Willow worked as a blacksmith for 8 years until she got the news that the Gallian Police had killed her sister for a comment that she had made against the government. Willow couldn’t force herself to live in Gallia any longer, and set about traveling the world for the next 2 years. While in Ottomanicun, she was visiting the city of Corinth when she ran across a foreigner to the land. She talked to him and his cat took a liking to her. He introduced himself as Francis and tried to get his cat to leave her so that he could go on with his errands. The cat wouldn’t leave Willow, so he went off on his own after telling Willow to put his cat down when she was done with her, and the cat would know where to find him. Willow followed his cat when she leapt out of her arms, and ended up at the famous pirate ship, the Ater. She climbed aboard after Francis’s cat, determined not to get her killed, and stopped short when she saw Francis sitting on the deck, eating an apple and lacking shoes. After that abrupt introduction to what her acquaintance did, she was invited to join his crew, and did with little reluctance, as she felt that this was far more worthwhile than traveling the world all by herself.
Norman squirmed between his sheets, little whimpers escaping his lips while he slept. “Mom!” He whispered shakily, his large hand curling and uncurling into fists while his eyes flickered back and forth behind his eyelids. “Mom!” He shrieked, sitting bolt upright in bed and staring straight ahead. His eyes began to water before he brought his hands up to hide his face.
When Willow heard the shriek she thought she was imagining it. But, then she remembered how Norman’s mom had left him, and his abusive dad, and she rushed to his room. Entering his room, she saw him sitting on his bed crying. “Oh, Norman.” She whispered, and sat down next to him, pulling him into a hug. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
The instant Willow’s arms wrapped around him, Norman froze, swallowing hard and furrowing his red eyebrows. “Wha-wha’ the fek d’ye think yer doin’ holdin’ meh?” He stammered, biting into his lips to try and silence his sobs. “Why d’ye even feckin’ care?!” He fired at her rudely, though he secretly relished in the comforting pair of arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.
“I just want to help you, Norman.” She smiled gently at him. “ By now, don’t you know that I care?” She hugged him even closer to herself.
“How d’ye expect meh ta believe that ye care? No ‘un e’er cared before.....” Norman trailed off, scrubbing furiously at his eyes and reddening his cheeks and eyelids. “Ye-ye shouldn’ care, an I’m no’ even yer feckin’ kid.”
“Yes, you are.” She insisted vehemently. She pulled back a little and looked at him. “I don’t have any kids of my own and for the past few years you’ve become my kid in all but blood.” She leaned in to kiss his forehead, and then looked at him expectantly.
After hearing her little slew of words and experiencing the forehead kiss, Norman blinked at her momentarily. “Ye-ye really mean tha’?” He asked with adorably furrowed brows.
“Well, yeah. You’re part of my family no matter what you think.” She looked at him and her expression softened a little. “So, do you want to tell me what made you so upset?”
“A-ah...” Norman hissed softly at her question. “W-well, y-know tha me mum left when I was jus’ a lad.. Ah dreamed tha’ she came back, then she was fadin’ away, an i didn’ wanna let her get away again.” He murmured, biting into his lips and feeling guilt twist his chest at having dreamt of the mother who left him when the one who cared for him was right there.
She looked at him, sensing his guilt, and then closed her eyes briefly. “I used to dream about my mother too. But, it goes away I promise.” She tried to gauge what he was feeling.
He leaned against her, nuzzling against her softly. “Thank ye... A-ah don’ want ta keep dreamin’ o’ her... Yer much nicer to meh then she ever was.” He murmured, reaching up and wrapping his long arms around her affectionately. “A’hm sorry ah’ve been so closed off from yeh, mum...”
“It’s okay, now go to bed young man.” She said playfully. “You have school tomorrow.”
When Willow heard the shriek she thought she was imagining it. But, then she remembered how Norman’s mom had left him, and his abusive dad, and she rushed to his room. Entering his room, she saw him sitting on his bed crying. “Oh, Norman.” She whispered, and sat down next to him, pulling him into a hug. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
The instant Willow’s arms wrapped around him, Norman froze, swallowing hard and furrowing his red eyebrows. “Wha-wha’ the fek d’ye think yer doin’ holdin’ meh?” He stammered, biting into his lips to try and silence his sobs. “Why d’ye even feckin’ care?!” He fired at her rudely, though he secretly relished in the comforting pair of arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.
“I just want to help you, Norman.” She smiled gently at him. “ By now, don’t you know that I care?” She hugged him even closer to herself.
“How d’ye expect meh ta believe that ye care? No ‘un e’er cared before.....” Norman trailed off, scrubbing furiously at his eyes and reddening his cheeks and eyelids. “Ye-ye shouldn’ care, an I’m no’ even yer feckin’ kid.”
“Yes, you are.” She insisted vehemently. She pulled back a little and looked at him. “I don’t have any kids of my own and for the past few years you’ve become my kid in all but blood.” She leaned in to kiss his forehead, and then looked at him expectantly.
After hearing her little slew of words and experiencing the forehead kiss, Norman blinked at her momentarily. “Ye-ye really mean tha’?” He asked with adorably furrowed brows.
“Well, yeah. You’re part of my family no matter what you think.” She looked at him and her expression softened a little. “So, do you want to tell me what made you so upset?”
“A-ah...” Norman hissed softly at her question. “W-well, y-know tha me mum left when I was jus’ a lad.. Ah dreamed tha’ she came back, then she was fadin’ away, an i didn’ wanna let her get away again.” He murmured, biting into his lips and feeling guilt twist his chest at having dreamt of the mother who left him when the one who cared for him was right there.
She looked at him, sensing his guilt, and then closed her eyes briefly. “I used to dream about my mother too. But, it goes away I promise.” She tried to gauge what he was feeling.
He leaned against her, nuzzling against her softly. “Thank ye... A-ah don’ want ta keep dreamin’ o’ her... Yer much nicer to meh then she ever was.” He murmured, reaching up and wrapping his long arms around her affectionately. “A’hm sorry ah’ve been so closed off from yeh, mum...”
“It’s okay, now go to bed young man.” She said playfully. “You have school tomorrow.”
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