Post by RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN on Feb 24, 2011 1:04:41 GMT -5
...Iceland Teresah West*
*"Only bad witches are ugly. Do I look ugly to you?"*
[/size]*"Only bad witches are ugly. Do I look ugly to you?"*
...basics*
name Iceland Teresah West
nickname Icelan, The Wicked Bitch of the West(Never to her face).
age 21
gender Female
grade University junior
hometown Kansas
sexuality She'll swing both ways if it gets her attention.
personification The Wicked Witch of the West
status Oh, she's very...very awake.
face claim Lauren WK ((I have to forewarn. As darling as she looks, and as lovely as her photos are, Lauren IS a coture fetish model. SOME of her photos include nudes(tasteful, never pornographic), and some of her photos may have a slight kink in nature(corset, ballet-toe boots, etc), so proceed with caution if you are to google her at all.))
...appearance*
hair color Blonde, nearly white.
eye color A shocking, carribean island sort of blue. Her eyes are always opened wide, and blank, like a doll's.
build No muscular definition, she's a bit soft, but she's a petite frame.
height 5'3"
clothing style It varies. Usually a lolita sort, meaning girly clothes, but a little suggestive.
distinctive traits She is extraordinarily pale. She has a peach hue to her, but she's pale all over, no tanlines. And when she's in the sun, she uses an umbrella.
...personal*
personality Psychotic. No. She really is. Oh, she's darling, and sweet. Those who never get the other end of her moods, never notice that she's anything other than sweet. But when she's turned those eerily dead eyes onto you, you've been targeted. Her emotions range from being completely happy, to quite possibly...cutting one's brake lines. Or perhaps tipping in a bit of vaseline into your food.
Two Faced. She'll tilt her head in that sweet way, point her toes together, and pucker those soft, pouty lips. She'll speak to you in that gentle sweet tone, and compliment you. But the way she compliments--seems to not really be a compliment at all. She'll be a perfect lady to your boyfriend, and then tell you you tried your best--while she walks away on his arm. Oh, she's a new breed of bitch. She's the kind that if you call her a bitch--it'll make you look like one. She's so darling, and she's oh so darn good at making herself cry.
Hateful. As content as she seems, she's not really pleased by anything in life. Her parents bought her her own, lavish penthouse in Manhatten, and on weekends she goes back home to her mansion, not far away. Her small little kingdom, where anything she wanted was delivered on a gold plater---no. Make it silver, gold was tacky. From a young age, she'd bribe her friends...or blackmail them. Frighten them into pretending to be her friend until she got bored and released her strangle hold on them. She always did feel a little sad when they left, but that was life. Now...now her only friend is Wicked. And she has been groomed to hate anyone, who looked genuinely happy. Leave no one alive, not until her "sister" is justified.
A True Witch. Ever since Wicked made her presence known to Iceland, things started...to happen. Knowledge came to her fingertips, like she had known it all her life. Was she feeling ill? She knew a brew for that. Did she want someone else to feel ill? She knew a potion for that too. Ill willl, oh, that was her favorite. She also discovered that armed with a special broom, she had the ability to fly. But..should she be seen, that would cuase quite a ruckus. So, dispite Wicked's nagging, she has never gone into the air. What if it gave out, and she plummeted to her death?
past
Growing up in Manhatten was hard. Or at least, that's what Icelan will tell you. Though this often gets people upset at her. She grew up with mommy and daddy, who played with her, who loved her. And who gave her everything she every wanted, just...well because. Spoiled for no reason, not to make up for guilt, not to make up for absense, turned Icelan into a brat.
She often flaunted it all, the new shoes. Or the pretty new dress. But it didn't stop at material things, no. She wanted to take flute lessons--she got bored after two. She wanted to learn piano, but decided her teacher was too smelly. She often would pick something up, then quit it. However, one thing she fell in love with, was the violin. But she plays for herself, and only for herself. Why should she share her immense talent with anyone else?
She shut off from the world, blocking everyone out who wasn't good enough. But boredom would strike her, and she'd take a friend. Quite literally, take them. She'd find the prettiest out of the bunch, the one who looked the most worth, and buy their friendship with a doll, or one of her outfits. Or, if they seem disinterested in her, blackmail was always good. This carried throughout highschool...
Until senior year. Her so called friends, turned on her. How dare they! After everything she did for them. Fixed their hair, fixed their nails, gave them new clothes instead of the rags they wore. Let them bask in her glory, let them enter her home. They shoved her into the lockers, pulled on her glorious hair, and even spit on her. Mocking her, calling her the Wicked Bitch of the West. Then teasing her, that what she's always been called. That they knew her game. That she had been used, just like she tried to use them.
Iceland didn't cry the entire time. Rage filled her empty blue eyes, and only when they left her alone, and trashed in the empty hallway did she cry. She pulled her knees up to her cried, and screamed. Hate filled shrieks of anguish. Her hair exploded around her face, her lace umbrella blasted to the other side of the hall, and locker doors opened and slammed shut in tempo of her rage.
You'll never have to be alone again, my pretty.
present And indeed, she never did have to be alone. It took her a while, and that voice was enough to make her ears bleed. But after a while, it became a companion. Sometimes she'd see her. The witch never did say her name, but had simply told her that they were the same, they were one. So Icelan took to calling her sometimes invisible companion, Wicked.
It seemed fitting. After all. Wicked seemed outworldly evil, and cruel, and angry, and ready to shred that little bitch who dropped a house on theri sister---but deep down. Icelan thought Wicked was pretty nice...she just wanted to avenge her sister, just wanted what was rightfully stolen. And in the play, Wicked, Elphaba wasn't cruel, or mean. Just misunderstood. After having listened to her reasoning, Wicked decided this would be a fitting name.
Wicked taught Iceland, with just the right bit of magic, anything was possible. And who better to know magic, then the Wicked Witch of the West herself? It took some getting use to, and Wicked had to pupeteer her body sometimes to show her how to do it. It was a bit strange, but sometimes...Icelan let Wicked take over her body just to look at herself. Wicked had expressed before, how she never felt beautiful, no one ever looked at her like she was desireable. And so Icelan, willingly, for the first time in her life, allowed someone to share with her, everything she saw, everything she felt. Wicked was her best friend, without bribe and without blackmail. A true friend.
family
Mother - Ophelia Layla West, 45
Father - Juniper James West, 43
likes
-Wicked
-Flying
-Monkies(they're her favorite animal. Shut up. Tell anyone and she'll turn you into a toad.)
-Manipulation
-Things that glitter or sparkle.
-Silver
-Herself
-Your boyfriend
-French(Fluent), and Spanish(Knows enough to get by)
dislikes
-Water that's too hot, too cold, un purified.
-Goody Two-Shoes
-Dogs
-Cats
-Green
-Other girls who don't fall for her act.
-Dorthy(granted she's never met her, Wicked tells her she's a little bitch, anyway)
other notes Iceland does have witch powers, but they are weak, and often backfires. However, when Wicked takes control of Ice's body, the power is multiplied. When Wicked takes over, she often carries a hand-sized broom in her purse, which she can enchant to full size, for a hasty getaway.
Not like Ice ever lets her, though.
...literature*
book title The Wizard of Oz
backstory The Wicked Witch of the West is the TRUE victim here in this story. Her sister gets murdered, family heirloomes stolen, and then eeeveryone makes it seem like it's all her fault. "Oh, she's ugly so she MUST be an evil witch." Oh Puh-leez. Anyway. Apparently, everyone thinks SHES the cause of this whole mess, when really it's that little Dorthy-Grave-Robbing-Brat's fault. If she'dve just given the shoes back nicely, maybe, JUST MAYBE, the Wicked Witch would have helped her get home. I mean, c'mon. Really.
...roleplayer*
name Olley. >_>
age I'll be 20 in less than a week.
gender I'MMA LADY. :}
rp experience Lots
how you found ouac Ages ago. Yay Thallie. I miss her.
rp sample .....yahno. You guys know my capabilities. c:
