Post by hitomitakahashi13 on May 29, 2010 23:52:29 GMT -5
Full name: Atalanta Leigh Wiggins
Age: 15
Birthday: March 31st 1995
Original or Canon?: Cannon
Face Claim: Diva Atlanta
Why You are here: Cutting, Self mutilation, & severe depression
Horse: Dancin' Queen or Crazy Marbles
Riding Experience: Intermediate
Riding Interest: Timed Western Events, Hunter Jumper, Trail Rides
Favorite Breed: Friesian
Appearance: Atalanta isn't that popular girl that everyone wants to be. She's far from it. She's practically you're typical scene kid. Long hair with highlights. Septum peircing. Really pale. She's about 5 and a half feet tall and doesn't weight that much. She refuses to get near a scale. Her wrists are littered with scars as are her forearms. She also has a scar on her forehead that her bangs hide. This scar isn't selfinflicted though. She loves the layers, the funky colored clothes and jewelry and the outlandish make-up. She's her own independent person and her style represents that to some extent.
Likes:
- Animals
- Music
- Reading
- Riding
Dislikes:
- Snobs
- Her average life
- Crowds
- Heights
Personality Traits:
- Down to Earth
- Can be Bitchy
- Doesn't like to be Wrong
- Stands up for herself
- Loyal once you get her Trust
- Trusts sparringly
- Tells it like it is
- Honest
- Caring
- Gental
Family Tree:
- Father: Henry Wiggens (deceased)
- Mother: Lori Wiggins (46)
- Siblings:
- Other:
Hometown: Hiram, GA (just outside of Atlanta)
History:
Atalanta was born very close to April Fool's Day and she takes pride in that. Both of her parents had horses before they met and when she mentioned wanting one went on a search to get her one. She wound up getting a spunky little pony by the name of Chigger. At first he was a gentleman. Then a couple months later he started to buck at the canter. In the arena he'd buck intill she was thrown. At first, being only 8 1/2, she was terrified to ride him. Her parents started fighting not soon after that.
She didn't have anyone to turn to as she had just moved. She didn't get any friends as she wasn't very social. She started to cut herself and wouldn't talk to anybody. At age 13 her father died leaving her with her mother. Her mother was having problems keeping up with her pony and he was sold. She earned money over the summer to take lessons and was paired with an ex-racehorse. She learned English having already been taught in Western so she could show. Her mother started to worry at this time that Atalanta had no friends, no boy interests. Lori decided to send Atalanta to Willow Brooke in hopes of her meeting people like her that a similar bond. Horses.
Nickname: Lexi, Hitomi...I answer to a lot...
Age: 15
Years of RP Experience: 5?
Other Characters: none on here
RP Sample (from other site):
Oh, didn't he know being out here at this time was suicide. He couldn't bring himself to shift back yet though. It didn't bother him too much that the sun had already risen, and the shadows where lengthening. It didn't even bother him that he kept having to duck deeper in the shadows every time a curtain moved in the houses. Being white didn't exactly help him. How he wished, again, that he was a normal color for a Bengal Tiger. His stripes were little camouflage in the forest behind him. If anything his color was the reason there were so few white Bengals in his home world. They stood out in the green landscape for their white background, and the snow because of their stripes.
Azriel was hoping that the rush of walking the fine line between recklessness and poor idiotic ness would make him forget his memories. Forget the feelings he still had lingering. He was prowling the woods behind the subdivision he lived in now. His muscles rippled with anticipation of a suddenly needed flight. He was hoping that he could release some pent up energy before he had to meet somebody in this new world.
Azriel saw the woods ending soon, turning to an open field, then into the yard that belonged to the manor. Flashbacks started and he tripped over his large paws. He caught himself before he went completely down and shook his head, trying to rid himself of his memories again, and failing miserably.
Azriel was padding down the corridor in the Manor he called 'home.' How he missed his real home. How he wanted to go back to how is was. When he supposedly had a family. And probably friends. He didn't want to live all of his life as somebody's pet. Not allowed to shift to human unless told to. Having to entertain guests at parties. Not being able to wonder outside the Manor and the courtyard really wore on his nerves. He couldn't get rid of excess energy when he liked, but on the command of his 'master.'
Once he had pulled himself out of his nightmare he streaked across the grassy yard. There were no more woods on the way to his house, but it wasn't far. Upon arrival at his own residence he vaulted over his privacy fence. He collapsed on the other side, not phasing back to his human form. He preferred his tiger form, even if he resented him for not allowing him out of it. He was more comfortable in it. He was too small and weak in his human form for his liking. He glanced around his yard one last time before his eyes fluttered closed and he caught some shut eye before having to go in search of some way to support himself.
