Ophelia Fox Twill

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Character Name: Ophelia Fox Twill
Nickname(s): Fox, Opie
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Former School: Lincoln
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Punk
Weight: 120
Height: 5'7"
Appearence:

Ophelia is your definition of frail. She is both lanky and thin, something that, while on other females would be hideously unattractive, fits well on both her and her personality. Soaking wet, she is only 125 lbs. and does a rather good job of not having to maintain said weight. Her metabolism is equivalent to something the size of a mocking bird and dear Ophelia uses that to her advantage; eating what ever and whomever she wants. To accentuate her lanky limbs, she is prone to wearing heals and skinny jeans. Punk or not, she loves proving just because shes hard doesn't mean she can't be girly.

Born with naturally red hair due to her mother's side of the genes, its no surprised that Ophelia is both fair skinned and freckled. She has been known to burn like a fish in the sun and must constantly be conscious of this when she goes out lest she returns home quite crispy. Her freckles have faded with time and any remaining ones she has a tendency to cover up with make up. She feels they make her look younger then she is.

As mentioned above, she has fire red hair that is constantly a wispy mess of waves, curls and random streaks of abnormal colors. Her mother graced her with her middle name Fox due primarily to her hair. Thankfully, her attitude shaped itself to the nickname, but more on that later. She isn't one to obsess over her looks, however, and generally leaves her hair the way it is when she wakes, maybe throwing it back if its bothering her.

With full red lips and deep set green eyes, femme fatal comes to mind when one looks upon Ophelia's face. She's no drop dead gorgeous supermodel, but shes nothing hideous either. She has a bit of a large nose that rounds at the end. Its seems rather odd on her face in comparison to her other features and personally, she likes its awkwardness. Her face rounds out towards the bottom, with her chin sticking out just slightly from her face. She wasn't born with out of control eyebrows, thankfully, so she will rarely be caught plucking or shaping them.

Personality:

As previously mentioned, Ophelia is very much a fox. Sly and sneaky, this girl knows just how to manipulate and play the feeble people around her. She doesn't find the creatures she is forced to go to school with very interesting at all, honestly, and sticks mostly to her click. At least there, the people don't make her want to commit mass murders. Sassy and in no way a softy on the outside, Ophelia has got attitude and muscle to back up her huge mouth. She doesn't take crap from anyone and is ridiculously outspoken. She can't stand the preps or any of the other kids from Hillard. She thinks they are wastes of space and oxygen in her messed up little world.

However, don't let this sharp and beast-like outside fool you, for Ophelia has been known to love like most people only read about. One of her deepest secrets is her habit of being a hopeless romantic. Because of her ways of pushing away those who try to get close to her, she often finds herself alone and craving that soft, gentle comfort that comes from the presence of another person. She has had a few occasions when someone has pushed past her spikes and nested a home in her heart. Of course, be fitting of her luck, they wound up hurting her which just forced her to put up even more spikes and obstacles that hide her heart. When she is a claimed woman, she is as loyal as a dog and would gladly kill anyone for so much as looking at her mate. Her preferences are actually quite equal, however, she does tend to gravitate towards women a bit more then men. She loves their vulnerability and grace that she herself believes she lacks.

When not secretly searching for someone to share her inner-self with, Ophelia has been known to participate in X-rate activities without knowing much more about the other person then their name. This is not to say she is easy, just she is practical when it comes to her carnal urges and knows how to deal with them appropriately. These people are generally others from her click that she has been partying with and the influence of alcohol has clouded their better judgment. They are never complete strangers, though, for she knows not to get her thin self into too much trouble.

As for friends, Ophelia loves the ones she has and hates the ones she has lost. She isn't one to mourn very deeply or long over those that have hurt her (at least, not in a public way). Shes the first to offer up advice and defend her loved ones, no matter how much trouble it could get her in. She, of course, is outgoing, hot-headed and loves to vent her anger at shows, both moshing and screaming along. Shes a powerhouse of energy and cunning wits, with a sad, fragile creature hidden deep down in her heart.

History:

Born to a retired punk kid of a father and a business woman mother, Ophelia's life has been anything but normal. Moving constantly up and down the great state of California, she has become master of making friends within 2 days of being anywhere. Her father could never keep a steady job and her mother was just too pre-occupied with her traveling company to do much about the moving. She has one brother, Mason, whom she can't help but love even if they are polar opposites.

Starting her life on November 23, 1992, Ophelia's mother knew her daughter was gonna be a handful. She was 2 weeks premature, and kicking the entirety of Evelyn, her mother's, pregnancy. She was off the teat and onto the bottle surprisingly early and was potty-trained before 11 months. As previously stated, she's a powerhouse of energy. Evelyn's husband, Troy, worshiped the ground his baby girl walked on. She had him wrapped around her adorable finger since day one, and that's yet to change. He bought the little girl whatever her heart desired without so much as a second thought. And while Evelyn was, for a while anyway, trying to install the fact that the parents had authority and power, Troy taught little Ophelia Fox that she was a free-spirit and allowed to do whatever her heart desired.

Attending 6 elementary schools and 3 middle schools, Ophelia, along with her two years her junior younger brother Mason, slowly got used to the lack of stability and foundations in their life. They were nice, good kids, Ophelia albeit a bit more wild and outgoing then her sibling, and they knew right from wrong. Troy poured his knowledge of music and the world into the young girl and it wasn't long before her heart belonged to the grungy, almost animalistic noises that the raw Punk music had to offer her. During the hard times, when her parents were constantly fighting and Mason wouldn't unlock his bedroom door, it was this music that she turned too to help her through.

Two years ago, Troy and Evelyn split up. This devastated the children. Ophelia knew her mother would gain custody and she would probably be banished from seeing her father any other time then when the court allowed. Troy was her best friend and she simply could not have that. So, upon turning 16, Ophelia filled for emancipating from her mother. Mason was heart broken. He looked up to his sister, mostly because she watched out for him, and he couldn't bare to watch her leave. However, he had always been closer to Evelyn then Troy and he knew that no matter what, his place would be at his mother's side.The court, after much deliberation, believed that Ophelia was correct in stating her mother's job would be too much of a distraction for her to handle to kids, and granted the amnesty to the young girl. Three days later, her things were packed and she was on her way to Central, CA with her father.

Ophelia speaks to Evelyn on holidays and such, but she is always in contact with her brother. She loves him and misses him greatly. He lives up in Sacramento, however, so seeing him is always a problem. Troy has finally found a somewhat steady job so, finally it would seem, Ophelia has found a place she can call home. Even if she does hate the weather.

Sample Rp:

"I swear, I swear, one of these days I'm gonna just paint myself with sunblock." Ophelia spat, realizing halfway through her afternoon walk that she had forgotten the precious paste. Her skin was gonna fry under this horrendous California sun, she just knew it. Rolling down the sleeves of her thread-bare black jacket that was riddled with patches of a million different bands, Ophelia prayed to whatever crap was floating in the sky above her that the sun wouldn't cook her yet again today. The hood had been shredded on this particular jacket so she hoped her fiery hair would be enough coverage for her face. Green eyes glaring, she fixed her gaze on the town ahead and tried to forget the predicament she was in.

The young red-head was on her way to the local coffee shop to feed her caffeine fix and work on her very delayed AP English paper. She had been meaning to get around to it for what seemed like 3 weeks, but, as always, other things popped up. Things like shows, hot girls and boys and everything else in her life ever. Now, the paper was due monday and it was saturday morning and she knew she couldn't procrastinate any further. Plus, tonight was the Cancerslug and Blitzkid show and she wouldn't miss that for anything. So, using her intelligent side of her brain, Ophelia made herself promise she would not do anything fun until she had this paper done and this was precisely what she was doing right then.

However, her cell phone had other ideas. "Oh so rare this Marafasa, most we know will never taste you..." it jingled and the female swore. She was being distracted and she hadn't even started yet! Reaching a half painted hand into her pocket, she ripped out the device and hit answer without even looking at the caller ID. "Hullo?" She said, hoping not to sound too strained.

"Fox, it's your father. I have a favor". Ophelia frowned. Troy rarely asked his daughter for favors. And he only used her nickname when he really needed something. Her stomach knotted slightly. Was he in trouble? Did he get fired? Horrid thoughts raced through her head.

"Er, yeah dad?" She questioned, hiding as best she could her worries.

"Can you call your mother? Evelyn was supposed to return my records from the storage this morning and she hasn't even so much as contacted me. And, I know you hate talking to her but can you? I really need them and I'm at work so I have to make this phone call fast. Will you?" Feeling much more calmed at his request, albeit irritated that she had to talk to her mother, Ophelia complied and hung up with him soon after. Staring, no actually, glaring at the cell phone, she let out a heavy sigh and dialed the number she knew all too well. This day wasn't going anything like she planned.

Celeb:

Kelly Minear

Out Of Character:

I'm Donya :]
I'm 17 years old and I've been RPing since I was around 13-14.
I used to run two sites, but both died from inactivity.

You can contact me on my AIM- DonyaMonstrosity

I'm on mostly Warrior Cat sites like
Warriors Saga & Final sunrise

[( shannon )]

You're brilliant! This made my day a little brighter (: Sorry I don't have much to say, I obviously have a lot on my mind.