Post by Gretel on Mar 20, 2013 15:54:58 GMT
Gretel Simone Wulfric
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She longed to be a bird, she might fly away
She pitied every blade of grass, for planted they would stay
She longed to be a flame, brightly danced alone
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Age: Seventeen
Species: Legend
Kingdom: 2nd Kingdom
Occupation: Red Cloak
Playby: Annasophia Robb
Father: King Bigby Wulfric - adopted
Mother: Queen Red - adopted
Siblings: Hansel Wulfric
Other: The Red Cloaks
Likes:
- Walking in the rain
- Her brother
- Hunting
- Her adoptive parents
- Riding
Dislikes:
- Witches
- Certain birds
- The nightmares
- Fire, ovens, cooking
- Candies
Strengths:[/size]
- Combat
She retrieved extensive training as the adoptive daughter of the king and queen and as a Red Cloak. - People
Gretel loves people in her own way and works well as a ambassador and leader for her mother's people. - Riding
Gretel is amazing in a saddle. She favors one of the wildest stallions in the stables and wins the fight against him daily.
Weaknesses:[/size]
- Nightmares
Gretel has nightmares at least every few days, sometimes it leaves her sleep deprived. - Protective
Gretel will do anything to keep her brother safe. Her own safety on the other hand... - Temperment
No matter how sweet she was back then, Gretel has a temper these days. The draw her knife kind of temper.
Personality:[/size][/font] Gretel is no longer the sweet little girl that was fooled into trusting a cannibal witch for the night. Age and experience has toughened her mind and body. She's mature and has developed a bit of a temper. Its slow to fire up but intense. Like pick you up by the lapels of your shirt and pin you to the wall intense. But at the same time she's reasonable. She knows when someone actually means ill or not. And she won't actually loose her temper enough to hurt someone, not unless they hurt or insult her brother. Then you'd better run and run fast. Thats another thing about Gretel, she's extremely protective of her brother. Ever since she had to save him from being baked she's been vicious about it, although it has mellowed out since Red and Bigby adopted them. But she'll still happily kill anyone who deliberately hurts him. She'll only maim if its accidental. So honestly, she isn't rational when it comes to her brother.
But of course, Gretel is still a sweetheart even if she has a warrior's mind. She loves her parents, her people, her brother. She always has time to listen to the problems of the peasants during her daily rides through the town, the fields and the woods. She's a natural leader and a good ambassador when she's away from her brother and with her mother. Her mother tempers her ferocity, but her brother gets rid of her rationality. She loves walking in the rain and any time it starts or feels like its going to she goes out. Either with her horse or on foot. But she never misses it if possible. Gretel loves it when her brother comes along and anyone would remember the fairy tale when they see them running or walking hand in hand through the rain. That was a habit Gretel never broke. Whenever she's upset or worried she'll automatically go for her brother's hand. Either to reassure herself that he's okay and will be okay or simply for comfort.
On her other side, the one that came from experience, years and the gruelling training of the Red Cloaks. Gretel is sharp minded and intensely practical, with a razor temper that goes with her wit. She's street smart and not exactly reluctant for a fight, though she will take the peaceful way out if possible.
Eyes:[/size] Green
Hair:[/size] Mid-back length blonde
Physique:[/size]At sixteen years old, Gretel is 5'11 and still growing, and 156 pounds that gives her a lean, compact frame. She doesn't have an hourglass figure or legs that look a mile long. But her stomach is flat and shows hints of her muscle. She has a body conditioned to be a warrior. Leonine in its power, graceful, long, slim. Like a lion on the hunt. And really, everyone talks about her. Gretel Wulfric: Spoken of in awe. Something unreachable and intimidating. Warrior Woman, thats what they call her. The girl everyone sees on the ferocious stallion, fighting with him for a truce every day. Usually armed and always dangerous.
But despite how hard Gretel appears, one doesn't have to look far when they want to see some softness. Her hair falls down, thick and heavy to her mid-back, light blond with darker highlights. And then there are her piercing green eyes. Periot green. They're fairly large on her face, but beautifully proportioned. And of course, under months without the sun Gretel has the German pale skin, but her love for riding and the 2nd Kingdom's sun has made her skin tanned and ruddy. She doesn't look like royalty. Gretel looks like a born and raised warrior.
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History: [/font]
Gretel was born a year older than her brother Hansel to a wood cutter. Their mother died giving birth to Hansel, and Gretel grew up with a need to protect her brother as a result. Their father remarried to another woman only two years later, and even with the new support things were hard. Food was harder and harder to come by and the winters were harsh. But the children grew up in the shelter of each other's presence. Hansel was resourceful and Gretel was already developing a sharp wit. And so when the time came that life was at its worse and the two of them heard their father agree to the step mother's urging to leave them out in the forest, she knew they could survive. But it broke her heart knowing that their father could be turned against them like that. But Hansel shushed her and promised that he had a plan.
Once the two of them ran as far away from the witch's home as they could, with Hansel guiding the half in shock Gretel. It only took them a little to get lost with no white stones and no bird, and so they collapsed. About three miles from the witch's home and who knows how far from home. It wasn't until the next day that Gretel came to her senses, but waking up screaming from nightmares of burning flesh and searing heat knocked her out of it. She didn't trust the witch to be dead and so forced her brother to keep moving. Almost a week passed and the two were starving and cold. To young to hunt, to ignorant to forage well. But then Queen Red came to them. The two were adopted by the the king and queen and in the beginning Gretel was weary. She didn't want to trust someone so soon after nearly being eaten by a witch, but after the first week Hansel began to talk to her. Her brother eased her into the new family and what finally broke the tension was the training. Queen Red started a group she called the Red Cloaks and began to train her new children to defend themselves. How to hunt, how to fight, how to survive.
This was what Gretel was born for. She excelled at archery, horse back riding and feather staff combat. Gretel learned their stories, and from that her vengeance streak was born. She wasn't the only one to suffer. So many people that hadn't gotten their closure. She threw herself at her training with a vengeance. That was how she and her mother bonded, through training and hunting. Her father and her had a different relationship, his animal and her vicious, almost primal side let them understand each other well.
It was only ever the nightmares that showed the aftermath of trauma from the witch until her mother tried a more... mother and daughter appropriate route, and tried to teach her how to bake. Gretel wouldn't come near that oven. She was tense and almost trembling for the rest of the day. And wouldn't let Hansel out of her sight. Further events proved that she feared fire of any kind. But ovens are the worst.
She took in her favorite stallion when she was fifteen years old. As soon as her mother gave her permission. No one was really surprised when she choose the scariest stallion in the stables. The one she had fought with every day for a week. Every ride was a battle of wills for these two, and Gretel loved it.
Time continued and Gretel was pulled into politics as well.
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Role-play Example:
Gretel crossed her arms as she watched the fields. She was as much as a warrior as a she was a princess. No longer that naive little girl that had trusted the old woman for even a moment. The only sign of who she was now that had shown them was her trickery that had led to her pushing the witch into the oven. She still had nightmares of the smell of burning flesh that had chased her while she ran to save her dear brother. No one touched her Hansel, that was the rule she'd lived by since that day. No one. The lean girl began to walk along the forest line, keeping her eyes on her mother's people. Plenty worked by the town edge, and she could see stable boys at the royal corral, wrestling with one of the wilder stallions. One of those was hers. No matter how much disapproval she got over it, she loved the fight that horse gave her every time she rode him.
Gretel smiled and finally came to a stop by the well. No one was working it at the moment, most of the days work was really almost done except for down past the town where the farms were. The Red Cloak pulled herself up onto the stone wall, raising her calloused fingers to pull back her long hair. She'd grown it out lately, from the recent fringe she'd had it in during her training. People still gave her unnerved looks. Unsure what to think of this dangerously honed girl that had come to the kingdom a innocent little one who only showed her hidden temper when someone hurt her brother. Now it always showed in her slightly shadowed eyes. Gretel sighed softly while she began braiding the long blonde locks. Earlier she'd been almost a brunette, but it had lightened with age and time. Now it was almost titanium blonde in the summer with darker streaks in spring and winter.
Hansel still didn't understand how much time had changed her, even if he'd changed almost as much. He'd kept his innocence, he hadn't smelled the burning flesh and known that it had been him to do it. And she was glad, Hansel had been the responsible one in the beginning, trying to save them from being abandoned, but in the end she'd been the one to save him. And now she was the one that woke up screaming some nights. Nightmares of being pushed into the oven and the scorching heat, nightmares of being trapped with the burning witch, nightmares where she just smelled the choking scent of burning flesh and nothing else. No sight and no sound but screaming. Yes, time had changed, scarred and toughened her. And she could only bring herself to be glad it hadn't been him.
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Name: Sapphire
Location: Somewhere in North America
RP Experience: I lost track..
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