Wynter Grace

[Wynter Grace]

The Outside

Name: Wynter Grace
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Mixed Breed

The Inside

Eye color: Frosty blue.
Hair color: White blonde.
Full description: The first thing you'll notice about Winter is her eyes. It is completely unavoidable. Her eyes are as cold as the harshest wintry desert. They are striking blue grey but can send chills up your spine. On the outer and inner ring of her iris it is a darker blue than the rest, but is still pretty light. The inside of her eyes are a mixture of lines of grey and white blue. When she is mad they harden and can freeze deer in its tracks.

Her hair is almost a bleach blonde and says as much as her eyes. Her hair is just below her shoulder blades and is more white than blonde. It is straight with a slight wave and isn't very thick but is silky and easily manageable.

Winter's skin in pale, touched with frost as the rest of her appearance. Her cheeks are slightly pinker than the rest of her skin but not by much. Her lips are a pale pink color. The bottom lip is more full thin the top one, giving her a sort of almost pouty look. Not quite though. She has very sharp and strong features, you wouldn't mistake her for anyone else.

The stature of the cold girl is average. Her height lies at 5'7" but she doesn't care that she is considered on the short side. She is very graceful and strong. You can see the muscle in her body, but it's not unattractively so. Depending on her mood, Winter can either look very approachable and friendly, then again at other times you wouldn't want to go near her.

Likes: Winter,
Thunderstorms,
Company
Dislikes: Heat/Humidity
Haters
Drama Queens
Full Personality: Winter is as her name describes. She is as cool as snow and as sharp as ice. Despite this she is a fun girl to be around. She likes to hang with the guys instead of the girls. Because of this many people get the impression that she is easy. They are so wrong. Winter finds it easier to be around guys than all the dramatic girls. It's so much simpler. That doesn't stop her from flirting around though. Winter is outgoing and isn't afraid to be different. Her temper does flare sometimes and that means trouble. Winter's not afraid to stand up for herself and others, especially if she knows she's right. She can think fast in bad situations and is intelligent, but chooses not to show it. She'd rather use physical strength than use her wits and logic. Winter's loyal to an extent but don't expect her to wait around for you. She wants to live her life for herself. That's what she will do. If she is hurt emotionally or physically, she'll never show it. She just laughs and acts as if she doesn't care. But in the days to come her attitude will become worse toward the person who dared hurt her like that. She's just a girl who has better things to do with her life than to wait around and hope like other people do. Don't take her for granted. If she's gone, she's gone. It's as simple as that.

Your History

Birth City: Columbus, Ohio
Birth date: 13th September 2333
Family: Jeanette, Mother.
History: Winter was the product of a drunk evening between two... people. It was because her mother had cheated on her husband at a bar that Winter was born. After her mother found out that she was pregnant, the divorce was filed and carried out. Her mother knew it had been a huge mistake but she loved her child already, illegitimate or not. In another part of town, another divorce was being carried out... Winter's biological father was her mother's, sister's husband. The two ladies were now single mother-to-be's and they hated each other. Winter's mother's sister worked in the newborn department. When Winter was born and put into the room with the rest of the newborns, her aunt crept into the room. There was one other baby in the room that looked exactly like Winter. Her aunt switched their ankle tags and both children went home with the wrong parents. Winter lived the life of a rich child, but she never got along with her mother, especially as she got older. She had always been close to her brother Jareth though. One day Wynter was at a 'friend's' birthday party, with her best friend and her boyfriend. Of course there were other people too. Apparently they were supposed to bring something to swim in, but Wynter hadn't known that and neither had two other poeple. Her best friend and the birthday girl's boyfriend. An hour later and everyone came back up. Wynter had lied down on a random bed in the house because she had had a splitting headache. One of the girl's came up to tell her that they were all back and that she had to tell her something. Well that something ruined the whole night. Her boyfriend was cheating on her with the 'friend'. That day had been just going wrong from the moment she woke up. Wynter got up and left and went home. A few days later, Wynter found out about her real parents, but she couldn't bear to tell anyone. Taking her brand new car and most of her clothes and money, Wynter ran away. Later the truth came out about Wynter's parents and the swap. Her 'parents' were overjoyed that they did actually have a daughter and that Wynter hadn't been theirs. Jareth, however, became overwhelmed with grief and still calls her his sister. Jeanette, Wynter's actual mother lost two daughters this way. She had known about the swap but she had taken care of the other girl for seventeen years. She had lost a lot. But Wynter had lost more.

Roleplay Sample: The day outside of my window pane is as dreary as I feel. Raindrops bounce off the cement paving the roads. Puddles dominate the sad scenery of the city in front of me. I look up at the sky and its endless grey. Few people walk the drab streets. Only a couple of cars splash down the street, window wipers moving back and forth. I lean on the window sill and bite my lip. Going out in this spring weather is so tempting. My foot rubs up and down my other calf in indecision. I might as well be one of the determined individuals wandering the sidewalks alone. A small smile spreads across my lips as I turn and jog to my room. The grey sweatshirt I use for this type of day is hung in my small closet. I pull it on over my clothes and tie my black and white converse. Slamming my apartment’s door behind me, I lock the double deadbolt and head to the complexes stairway. My gait is hurried as I fly down the seven story stairway. I come to the glass door that opens into the street. The rain is hard, and I can tell it is quite chilly out. Taking a deep breath, and smiling my rebellious smirk, I throw my hood up over my head. My face and hair are obscured from proper vision. I push on the door and almost immediately I am assaulted by pelting rain and a cold wind. Thrusting my hands into my jeans pockets, I lower my head and walk down the street. The cold and wet sharpens my mind. It wakes me up properly. Distant boy-ish laughter reverberates in my skull. Most of what they are saying and laughing about is lost in the whipping rain and wind. It seems they are getting closer, but I keep my eyes on the pavement just before my feet. This makes me feel alive. I can feel my pulse in my ears and my throat; I am in tune with almost everything around me. One thing I am not paying much attention to is the approaching boy group. Just a moment too late and I notice a foot in front of mine. The tip of my clean converse collides with it and I am thrown toward the cement. A strong arm catches me around my waist just before I hit the ground. He, whoever he was, throws me back to my feet. I am stunned; all I can see is grey and the relentless downpour. A different hand grabs mine and twirls me around, sending me stumbling backwards. Yet another set of muscular arms catch me just as I had tripped again, and he plants a playful kiss on my cheek. He pushes me forward and I bump into a tall figure. I step back and my hood falls down. My hair tumbles down my shoulders in a silvery blonde wave and my eyes shine fiercely. I wipe the raindrops from my face and brush my sodden side bangs out of the way. Staring back at me is a rag tag group of very muscular boys, just older than me. Kind and humorous smirks light up their faces. Even so, I can see the surprise in their faces. They didn’t expect a girl such as me to be wandering the streets during this torrential madness. Not all of us are superficial.
“Sorry,” The obvious head of the group smirks, apparently not very apologetic. At least he has manners. “They couldn’t help themselves.”
“It’s alright.” I answer smoothly, a dazzlingly white smirk placed on my own face. “It was all in good humor.”
“You’re not from around here are you?” He is referring to my wording.
“Nah. I’m from Ohio.”
“Why come so far? Parents get a job over here?”
“Hardly. I made a break for it.” My smile broadens, mischief dancing in my eyes.
“Can I ask why?”
I tilt my head quizzically at him. No one has shown any interest in my life before. The others of his group are waiting in silence for my answer. I might as well. “I… found out some things that I wasn’t supposed to. That no one was supposed to. It made it impossible to stay there.”
“That’s it? I thought you had murdered someone or something.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I dunno. You look suspicious. You have that shifty look about you, like you’ve got something to hide.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I have a world of things to hide.” I wink at him and turn on my heel, heading down the street, a small wave over my shoulder. All I can hear are the whistles and hoots from the boy. A couple of seconds more and they are completely gone from sight. I roll my eyes, though I am still smiling idiotically. I throw my hood up once more and I disappear into the city.

[Stella Mari De Souza]

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