Post by Susan on Sept 1, 2011 22:19:19 GMT -4
~Character Info~
Name: Amitola Rainbow-Dash
Series: My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic
Gender: Female
Age and year/Age and job: 13/3rd Year
Appearance: Amitola appears rather 'butch', or 'masculine' at first glance. She is fairly muscular, and would never be caught dead wearing makeup. Her choice of style is fairly original. She generally wears what is practical for the moment; but despite her practicality, she does make an effort to be stylish by adding a bit of her 'rainbow flair' to every outfit. When it comes to her hair, Amitola is very particular - she keeps, what she considers, a fierce appearance by carefully maintaining her short and spiked style. She is constantly dying her hair - never expect it to be the same color for more than a week. Overall, her attitude towards her look (and, by extension - everyone else's) is that "it [always] needs to be about 20 percent cooler". [canon]
Personality: Amitola is, by nature, an adventurer. One of her passions is flying, and she loves to take her Firebolt out for any kind of exciting adventure she can find. She is also mischievous, and loves pulling pranks on all of her classmates. Brave to the core, Amitola is rarely scared of anything - apart from losing. Losing to anything is her worst fear (In fact, her boggart is a representation of herself after losing a big competition – frail and weak). With her competitive nature in mind, it isn't surprising that Amitola is quite the sportsman. Quidditch is her favorite sport, and she prizes her Firebolt above any of her other possessions (as it is one of the fastest brooms available). Because of her passion for winning, she will not resist to stoop to cheating in order to win.
That being said, Amitola is also an incredibly loyal friend. She will always stop to help someone in need - even if it frustrates her. This partly comes from her incredible boldness, and willingness to face any danger that comes her way, without hesitation. Her brutal honesty can be both a blessing and a curse - she will tell you exactly how she feels, and never 'butter it up'. Amitola is also quite cocky - she sees herself as "the best flyer" and, certainly "the best Quidditch player" (among other things she finds herself to be "the best" at). When it comes to schoolwork, she can appear to be incredibly lazy. She just doesn't see the point in intellectual skills, when one can be an incredibly talented athlete. Although she may be quick-tempered and occasionally disrespectful, Amitola never minds stepping up to the job, or getting her hands dirty.
Canon history: Rainbow Dash is a pegasus pony, whose job is to clear the skies of Ponyville. Her biggest dream is to someday make it into the Wonderbolts, a squad of ponies who perform aerial acrobatics. She represents the element of harmony: loyalty.
~AU Info~
AU history:
Amitola (which, by the way, means rainbow, and was derived from a Native American legend of a chief who painted the first colorful picture in the clouds) grew up with two pure-blood wizard parents. From the time she was born, she was fully immersed in the wizarding world. Her parents made sure she was aware of the muggle world, but she was never included as a part of it. Hogwarts was always a part of her life – Both of her parents attended, and they fully expected her to attend as well. However, Amitola was rather nervous about attending Hogwarts when she was young. She always felt that she had nothing special to offer the wizarding world. That is, until her tenth birthday…
The wind was blowing fiercely, pushing her luxuriously long braids away from her face. She closed her eyes and pushed a sigh of relief from her slightly-parted lips. A single drop of rain slipped onto her cheeks, falling gingerly down her face and dropping to her shoulders.
A sudden noise from behind startled her – causing her to curl closer to the window. She spun on one heel, nearly tipping herself out the window of the seven-storied apartment. It was only when she peered into the bleak and darkened room that she found comfort. Across the room, and through the yellow frame of the door stood her mother, with a small (albeit long) package.
“Amitola, honey, I brought you a birthday present.”
No response.
“Sweetheart?” Her mother’s long skirt swept along the floor of the room, until she stood before the small child. She slowly lowered her hand to the girl’s shoulder, wrapping her spindly fingers around Amitola’s collar bone.
The young girl cringed, brushing her mother’s hand away from her shoulder.
“Oh, baby, I know you’re upset that your father can’t be here on your birthday. You have to understand that the storm is just too strong for your father to fly home. Please…”
Amitola curled her fingers around package, bringing it close to her chest. A moment of silence fell before she ripped into the thin paper.
The pitter-patter of rain drops on the windowsill was the only sound for quite some time. It was as if the scene had been paused – Those young eyes gazed down to the gift in her hands while the ongoing storm raged outside.
“Do you like it?” Her mother’s voice dripped with anxiousness.
“I…” But words were never destined to be her strong suit. With a tight hold of the object in her hands, Amitola leapt onto the windowsill.
The winds were fierce below her, and the thunder and lightning cascaded across the sky. She knew she shouldn’t take that step – that plunge into the abyss, but something was tugging at her very soul. A quick glance back at her mother’s approving gaze was all she needed to take that leap into the storm.
Amitola whirled up into the skies on her new Firebolt, laughing joyously. The clouds ahead were foreboding, but she didn’t care. If she could only get fast enough... Higher and higher she climbed, pushing the broom faster and faster. It was no longer a matter of fun; it was a matter of proving herself. I can do this, she thought, I can. She pierced through the grey wetness of the clouds ahead, drenching herself in the process. A gust of wind almost knocked her flying from her broom: She managed to hold on only by maintaining a steadfast grip with her right hand. With her legs dangling down into the mess of clouds below her, she reached up to grab the broom with her other hand. When she was sure of her grip, she swung her legs back up onto the underside of the broom. Now upside down, Amitola could only hold on tightly as the winds shoved her around. A particularly rough gust of wind almost knocked her left side straight into a bolt of lightning, causing her to pull the broom sharply to the right. Her eyes narrowed as she caught a glimpse of light in the distance. She leaned into the broom, pushing it faster still. Finally, she broke through the grey and into the sun.
Amitola emerged, completely drenched from the clouds. But she couldn’t care less. That ride had been the most fun Amitola had experienced in her short life. With a sharp yank of the broom, she spun herself back to a normal position (right-side up, instead of upside down). She took a moment to gather her bearings before beginning her descent back to her house, and her mother’s side. As she approached the windowsill, she pulled hard on the broomstick – skidding (as much as that is possible in the sky) to a stop mere inches from her mother’s face.
She leapt off the broom and onto the windowsill, barely able to contain her excitement. Only looking back to grab her new Firebolt, she dashed into the bathroom, babbling to her mother the whole way. This was going to be a day of change for her. No longer would she be the frail, small girl that had become so disgusting to her. She tore open the cabinet above the sink, pulling out a pair of purple scissors. No longer would she wonder what she could offer the wizarding world. She pulled her braid from behind her neck, placing it roughly between the edges of the scissors. No longer would be held back by fear. Cut. She was Amitola Rainbow-Dash, the most amazing flyer in all of the wizarding world’s history.
Boggart: A representation of herself after losing a big competition – frail and weak.
House: Amitola practically embodies the idea of “stupidly courageous” – which is one of the characteristic traits of the Gryffindor House. She is incredibly brave, and often acts on impulse. Loyalty is one of her key words, and many of her brave, courageous, and daring aspects appear when a friend is in need, or threatened. She is always willing to stand up for her friends, even if she appears a bit arrogant sometimes. Besides, she told the sorting hat she wanted to be a Gryffindor.
Magical Strengths and Weaknesses: She has some (obvious) natural talent in flying, and a bit of an interest in herbology, but she finds most other academic subjects to be frivolous and annoying. If they don’t further her ability to be “the most epic Quidditch player ever!”, she’s most likely not interested.
Wand: Just more fun stuff. You can make one up, or go here www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=hpwand to generate a random wand.
Other: She has yet to discover her Patronus.
~Player Info~
Name: Susan
Other characters you have in the rp: N/A
~Sample~
Amitola strolled into the Gryffindor common room, holding her wand over her shoulder. She peeked around the room, making sure no one else was watching, before she whipped it out ahead of her. “Aha!” she cried, lurching at the suit of armor in front of her. “I knew you were the culprit!” She stalked up to the covered face, giving it a cold stare. “I see that look in your eyes! You’re the one who’s been stealing my chocolate frogs! Don’t try to lie to me, mister! I’m onto you! Locomotor Statue!” The statue began to rise up into the air at her command, but it only lasted for a second before it came crashing to the ground. Cursing her inability to cast simple spells, and afraid that the noise would startle some of the other students, she dashed up the stairs and into the girl’s dormitory.
Name: Amitola Rainbow-Dash
Series: My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic
Gender: Female
Age and year/Age and job: 13/3rd Year
Appearance: Amitola appears rather 'butch', or 'masculine' at first glance. She is fairly muscular, and would never be caught dead wearing makeup. Her choice of style is fairly original. She generally wears what is practical for the moment; but despite her practicality, she does make an effort to be stylish by adding a bit of her 'rainbow flair' to every outfit. When it comes to her hair, Amitola is very particular - she keeps, what she considers, a fierce appearance by carefully maintaining her short and spiked style. She is constantly dying her hair - never expect it to be the same color for more than a week. Overall, her attitude towards her look (and, by extension - everyone else's) is that "it [always] needs to be about 20 percent cooler". [canon]
Personality: Amitola is, by nature, an adventurer. One of her passions is flying, and she loves to take her Firebolt out for any kind of exciting adventure she can find. She is also mischievous, and loves pulling pranks on all of her classmates. Brave to the core, Amitola is rarely scared of anything - apart from losing. Losing to anything is her worst fear (In fact, her boggart is a representation of herself after losing a big competition – frail and weak). With her competitive nature in mind, it isn't surprising that Amitola is quite the sportsman. Quidditch is her favorite sport, and she prizes her Firebolt above any of her other possessions (as it is one of the fastest brooms available). Because of her passion for winning, she will not resist to stoop to cheating in order to win.
That being said, Amitola is also an incredibly loyal friend. She will always stop to help someone in need - even if it frustrates her. This partly comes from her incredible boldness, and willingness to face any danger that comes her way, without hesitation. Her brutal honesty can be both a blessing and a curse - she will tell you exactly how she feels, and never 'butter it up'. Amitola is also quite cocky - she sees herself as "the best flyer" and, certainly "the best Quidditch player" (among other things she finds herself to be "the best" at). When it comes to schoolwork, she can appear to be incredibly lazy. She just doesn't see the point in intellectual skills, when one can be an incredibly talented athlete. Although she may be quick-tempered and occasionally disrespectful, Amitola never minds stepping up to the job, or getting her hands dirty.
Canon history: Rainbow Dash is a pegasus pony, whose job is to clear the skies of Ponyville. Her biggest dream is to someday make it into the Wonderbolts, a squad of ponies who perform aerial acrobatics. She represents the element of harmony: loyalty.
~AU Info~
AU history:
Amitola (which, by the way, means rainbow, and was derived from a Native American legend of a chief who painted the first colorful picture in the clouds) grew up with two pure-blood wizard parents. From the time she was born, she was fully immersed in the wizarding world. Her parents made sure she was aware of the muggle world, but she was never included as a part of it. Hogwarts was always a part of her life – Both of her parents attended, and they fully expected her to attend as well. However, Amitola was rather nervous about attending Hogwarts when she was young. She always felt that she had nothing special to offer the wizarding world. That is, until her tenth birthday…
The wind was blowing fiercely, pushing her luxuriously long braids away from her face. She closed her eyes and pushed a sigh of relief from her slightly-parted lips. A single drop of rain slipped onto her cheeks, falling gingerly down her face and dropping to her shoulders.
A sudden noise from behind startled her – causing her to curl closer to the window. She spun on one heel, nearly tipping herself out the window of the seven-storied apartment. It was only when she peered into the bleak and darkened room that she found comfort. Across the room, and through the yellow frame of the door stood her mother, with a small (albeit long) package.
“Amitola, honey, I brought you a birthday present.”
No response.
“Sweetheart?” Her mother’s long skirt swept along the floor of the room, until she stood before the small child. She slowly lowered her hand to the girl’s shoulder, wrapping her spindly fingers around Amitola’s collar bone.
The young girl cringed, brushing her mother’s hand away from her shoulder.
“Oh, baby, I know you’re upset that your father can’t be here on your birthday. You have to understand that the storm is just too strong for your father to fly home. Please…”
Amitola curled her fingers around package, bringing it close to her chest. A moment of silence fell before she ripped into the thin paper.
The pitter-patter of rain drops on the windowsill was the only sound for quite some time. It was as if the scene had been paused – Those young eyes gazed down to the gift in her hands while the ongoing storm raged outside.
“Do you like it?” Her mother’s voice dripped with anxiousness.
“I…” But words were never destined to be her strong suit. With a tight hold of the object in her hands, Amitola leapt onto the windowsill.
The winds were fierce below her, and the thunder and lightning cascaded across the sky. She knew she shouldn’t take that step – that plunge into the abyss, but something was tugging at her very soul. A quick glance back at her mother’s approving gaze was all she needed to take that leap into the storm.
Amitola whirled up into the skies on her new Firebolt, laughing joyously. The clouds ahead were foreboding, but she didn’t care. If she could only get fast enough... Higher and higher she climbed, pushing the broom faster and faster. It was no longer a matter of fun; it was a matter of proving herself. I can do this, she thought, I can. She pierced through the grey wetness of the clouds ahead, drenching herself in the process. A gust of wind almost knocked her flying from her broom: She managed to hold on only by maintaining a steadfast grip with her right hand. With her legs dangling down into the mess of clouds below her, she reached up to grab the broom with her other hand. When she was sure of her grip, she swung her legs back up onto the underside of the broom. Now upside down, Amitola could only hold on tightly as the winds shoved her around. A particularly rough gust of wind almost knocked her left side straight into a bolt of lightning, causing her to pull the broom sharply to the right. Her eyes narrowed as she caught a glimpse of light in the distance. She leaned into the broom, pushing it faster still. Finally, she broke through the grey and into the sun.
Amitola emerged, completely drenched from the clouds. But she couldn’t care less. That ride had been the most fun Amitola had experienced in her short life. With a sharp yank of the broom, she spun herself back to a normal position (right-side up, instead of upside down). She took a moment to gather her bearings before beginning her descent back to her house, and her mother’s side. As she approached the windowsill, she pulled hard on the broomstick – skidding (as much as that is possible in the sky) to a stop mere inches from her mother’s face.
She leapt off the broom and onto the windowsill, barely able to contain her excitement. Only looking back to grab her new Firebolt, she dashed into the bathroom, babbling to her mother the whole way. This was going to be a day of change for her. No longer would she be the frail, small girl that had become so disgusting to her. She tore open the cabinet above the sink, pulling out a pair of purple scissors. No longer would she wonder what she could offer the wizarding world. She pulled her braid from behind her neck, placing it roughly between the edges of the scissors. No longer would be held back by fear. Cut. She was Amitola Rainbow-Dash, the most amazing flyer in all of the wizarding world’s history.
Boggart: A representation of herself after losing a big competition – frail and weak.
House: Amitola practically embodies the idea of “stupidly courageous” – which is one of the characteristic traits of the Gryffindor House. She is incredibly brave, and often acts on impulse. Loyalty is one of her key words, and many of her brave, courageous, and daring aspects appear when a friend is in need, or threatened. She is always willing to stand up for her friends, even if she appears a bit arrogant sometimes. Besides, she told the sorting hat she wanted to be a Gryffindor.
Magical Strengths and Weaknesses: She has some (obvious) natural talent in flying, and a bit of an interest in herbology, but she finds most other academic subjects to be frivolous and annoying. If they don’t further her ability to be “the most epic Quidditch player ever!”, she’s most likely not interested.
Wand: Just more fun stuff. You can make one up, or go here www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=hpwand to generate a random wand.
Other: She has yet to discover her Patronus.
~Player Info~
Name: Susan
Other characters you have in the rp: N/A
~Sample~
Amitola strolled into the Gryffindor common room, holding her wand over her shoulder. She peeked around the room, making sure no one else was watching, before she whipped it out ahead of her. “Aha!” she cried, lurching at the suit of armor in front of her. “I knew you were the culprit!” She stalked up to the covered face, giving it a cold stare. “I see that look in your eyes! You’re the one who’s been stealing my chocolate frogs! Don’t try to lie to me, mister! I’m onto you! Locomotor Statue!” The statue began to rise up into the air at her command, but it only lasted for a second before it came crashing to the ground. Cursing her inability to cast simple spells, and afraid that the noise would startle some of the other students, she dashed up the stairs and into the girl’s dormitory.
