Amarantha Lucretia Hecate ~Finished~

[Amarantha Lucretia Hecate]

Amarantha Lucretia Hecate

....the mask

Your Name: Katherynne; Kath
Where did you find us?: Affiliation bored from Shifter Ad. on Indigo League ~ Pokemon
How long have you been roleplaying?:Seven Years ~ Profile Making is still clumsy.
Password: [admin edit!]

...basic character information

Birth Name: Amarantha Lucretia Hecate
Nickname: Mar; Lucre (Lu-Cray); Cate (Kate); Cat
Gender: Female
Age: 15 years
Grade: 9th
Birth date: August 26th
Program: Bachelor of Art
Major: Artistic Display : Painting/Photography etc.
Major Explanation: I like art and beauty, I absolutely adore anything beautiful and will catch it in any way possible, whether it's painting or photography. This is just inspired by my transformation, for it is a beauty of its own, everything thing has a unique beauty and I am one of the top, in my eyes at least.
Animal Identity: Butterfly

...personality

Likes:(at least 10)

• Heights ~ anything Tall that she can get up on
  
• Shiny Items ~ Spoon, fork, can, you name it.
  
• Water ~ Who doesn't like taking a dip in the water?
  
• Writing ~ There is no better way to feel, than to write.
  
• Singing ~ Music, it sooths the soul, hers anyways.
  
• Dancing ~ It's a stress reliever and excersise!!
  
• Hunny ~ Oh such a sweet flavor.
  
• Sunlight ~ The light, it gives me strenght and confidence.
  
• Colors ~ There's no beauty in black and white.
  
• Fruits and Vegtables ~ Healthy, and a lot of them have flowers that they grow from.
  

Dislikes: (at least 10)

• Darkness ~ I hope you don't mind, but too many things can eat me in the dark, anyone got a nightlight?
  
• Lonliness ~ Who likes being along? It feels like you're being abandoned.
  
• Guns ~ I just don't understand them.
  
• Loud Noise ~ I have sensative ears, "Turn that music down!"
  
• Mean People ~ If you're not going to be nice, get out of my hair.
  
• Drama ~ It's so annoying, we don't want it, you shouldn't either.
  
• Closed-In Isolation ~ There's a term for it, Clausterphobia.
  
• Big Cats ~ No offense, you just scare me.
  
• Arachnids ~ Who does? They bite!
  
• Scary Stories ~ I'm 15, I have the mind of a four year old.
  

Fears: (At least 3)

• Nighttime ~ The nighttime is when all the scary creatures and people are out.
  
• Weapons ~ If it can kill me, get it away.
  
• Violence ~ Peace, we all dream of it, I want it now more than ever.
  

Strengths: (At least 3)

• Patiance ~ Without patiance, where would I be, probably eaten by a hawk or something...
  
• Attention ~ I'm a beautiful person, attention gives me will to go on.
  
• Intelligence ~ If I wasn't smart, I'd be exactly where I would be if I wasn't patiant. In somethings stomach.
  

Weaknesses: (At least 3)

• Emotions ~ They are too overwhelming, even mine.
  
• Fear ~ I fear a lot, and it hurts my performance.
  
• Anger ~ If I'm angry, I don't think, it hurts me more than any thing else.
  

Overall: [400 words minimum]

It helps to be kind and smart, that's who I am, and it helps me out, it gets me places. I don't like relying on other people, but when it's the smart choice, I choose it in a heartbeat, though I forever thank those who I rely on and can be quite annoying while doing so because I just love to talk. I'm a people person, whether I'm transformed or not, I love people. That doesn't always mean I trust them either, so don't think I'll trust you off the bat, I'm a very suspisious person, and I have to get to know you before I trust you, my mother taught me that, and boy am I glad! I personally don't believe in religion if you do, I apologize if this hurts you, but religion is pointless, there is no evidence except for a book that gives people some sort of comfort, I prefer, I don't know how the world started, or how we became to be, but I do know, that religion is not the answer. That's just my belief of course, I try to keep an open mind and let others believe what they want, when they want, and how they want. I can't decide that for someone else, it's not right, it's against my morals.

My morals is another thing, no mater how scared I am of something, like the dark, I will not do anything unethical to get away from the fear, like I won't break into someones home for light, I don't like breaking laws. But that leads me to my fears, if it's scary, I'm scared of it, no matter what, I think it's my gentle butterfly nature that is peaking through, because most things normal people aren't scared of, I am, it's funny really. I try to make myself stop fearing my fears because they are pointless, if you cannot over come what you are afraid of, than you might as well be dead. You have to be brave in this world, especially if you're like us. I mean, when you fear others like you, it's kind of ridiculous, and that must be stopped. I will force myself to be brave and stand strong.

I try to hide my emotions though, if people can see the real me, everything falls apart, I cannot control my feelings, they are overwhelming, so I write it down, it's a wonderful passion writing one of the many things I like. It keeps me sane, if I do not stay sane, than I lose control of my Butterfly spirit and, I turn inside out. Control, it's something that some struggle with, especially me, though that's another thing I hide. I noticed a while back, that my entire life is a lie, I must stop that, and soon. If I do not stop lieing, I will lie as an adult, and I fear that, I fear that my fear, shall make me like and make me fear myself.

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Pauley Perrette
Appearance: [400 words minimum]
I have long black hair that rests at my middle back that is very straight, though more often than not, you will see me with it in either a ponytail or pigtails, it's as simple as that. My eyes are a beautiful light green, or so I am told by my family, with almond shaped eyes, that seem to fit my face pretty well. I still have my baby face, it hasn't much shape except for round. I'm aproximately 5 foot and 5 inches tall, and way about 125 pounds, I'm a skinning girl, but that doesn't bother me too much. My skin is the regular milky cream color and I don't tan well. I usually wear mascara and a light red shade of lipstick, if I'm feeling spunky I might put on some eye shadow, I personally am not a big fun of make up, so I just where what I must to look pretty. I have a gothic cross tattoo'd on my back and that's my only tattoo. I often only wear jeans and tank tops, shoes annoy me too much, but if I'm going to class, I often only wear flipflops, if I wear tennis shoes, it means I hate that class. Though I won't complain about it often. I try to keep a look different than every other day, to keep things different. So sometimes, even though I hate make up, I will where a little extra blush and compond.

Very rarily will I wear a dress, if I'm trying to impress someone, than yes I will wear a dress and heels, though I do not do some well walking in high heels.

My species of Butterfly is known as the Green-Veined White Butterfly. It is a global butterfly and is found in Europe and Asia, including the Indian subcontinent, Japan and the Maghreb and North America. It is often found in meadows, hedgerows and woodland glades but not as often in gardens and parks. The female has two spots on each forewing, the male only one. The veins on wings of the female are usually more heavily marked. The underside hindwings are pale yellow with the veins highlighted by black scales giving a greenish tint, hence Green-veined White. We often can be mistaken for other uncommon species of butterfly like the White Butterfly which is rarily seen, or if it is, mistaken for another butterfly that is seen around.[/size]

...history

Parents: Onyx Hades Hecate and Damien Richards Hecate
Siblings: None
[400 words minimum]
I was born to a mother and father, Onyx Hades and Damien Richards Hecate. They were, they are loving and caring people I swear it, they raised me right, I use my manors, I'm polite, and I try to be patiant, which I am most of the time. Though I'm the only one in my family with this gene, this gene that once ruined my life, and than became my life. But that's getting ahead of myself, my mother was a Celtic woman and so was my father, making me a Celtic as well. I was raised like every other normal child, only, I was smaller, and I was always more flighty than everyone else, no one knew why, I was just scared of everyone and everything. It seemed normal though, I didn't seem to mind awhile growing up, you don't need to be the model Super Woman everywhere you go. No one is that fearless, and I embraced my fear, I told them if they don't like it, than to leave me be, and that I meant it, even as a kindergartner I was saying that... in grade K! That's how flighty I was, it's pitiful, I know, but I got used to it, and eventually people began to except me for who I was, that's when everything started going right for me.

In first grade my parents started letting me pick out my cloths, I always picked out the bright colorful ones, and I never understood why, but I liked them. The only time I wore black colors was when I was in first grade and we buried my goldfish in the back yard, we had a funeral for him, I cried and my parents bought me chocolate chunk ice cream, one good thing came out of it. I miss Fishy, he was a good boy. It was also in first grade that I started really talking and I mean, you couldn't get me to be quiet, everyone joked that I was a clown, and it didn't bother me! Imagine that! Because clowns are always so loud and happy, so was I, even though I have a fear of clowns. They make me want to cry. Even in first grade I had an artistic and beautiful seeing eye, of course I was sloppy in my art, I was a first grader, but it still looked nice, to me anyways. But of course the teacher said it looked good, I was six. I mean come on.

In second grade I started drawing, and my parents hung my art on the fridge, I felt special. That's when my mom got a job and my dad quit his, so I was spending more time with my dad, he was an artist too, I suppose that's where I get my artistic ability from. He said if I worked hard, that one day I could become a great artist and make a lot of money, and of course I believed him, I still do. He was the smarter one, and second grade was when math got hard, so it helped having him around more, I always struggled in math, it took a little more explaining for me to figure it out more than anyone else, so eventually I did figure it out. That's when my life lessons started out, my dad started talking to me about life, and what happens when babies are conceived and what happens in a woman's body, it was awkward, but probably even more for him. Because I was eight, we started having the sex talk, the puberty talk, etc. He always had a good lesson though, a lesson I had never forgotten, and never will.

Third grade was when trouble started again, I was smaller than the other kids so they started picking on me, and a few of the boys had become violent, the worst thing was, they were my closest friends. It hurt me, a lot, that's when I started to emotional problems, I went into councling for them, but it never helped much. I didn't believe in councling, and neither did my parents, they thought it was better for me to figure stuff out on my own instead of having the answers handed to me on a shiny platter, I think that's the saying that got me addicted to shiny items. They sparkle! But I somehow managed to get through it all, I believe it was the fact that I had my parents to back me up. One night my mom told me they were jealous of me, because I had a family that loved and cared for me very much, I believe that to be true, well, I used to.

In fourth grade my life was a little worse, I was excluded from everything, my parents told me not to take it to my head, because fourth grade was a trying time, that's when everyone starts having different emotions, and I believed them agian, without my parents I would've been a hopeless wreck, it amuses me how I was back then. Nothing much happend that year.

In fifth grade everything started peicing its self back together again, my friends begged for forgivness and I allowed them to have it, they meant it, I knew it. My best friend had moved though, the one who had stuckwith me since pre-school. I shrugged it off and confided in my parents, who thought I was old enough to stay by myself so my dad went back to work. My artistic abilities had really flourished, and I was a proud girl, but I always kept myself in check. I dared not to. Disapointing my parents scared me, and I didn't want to do that.

In sixth grade, things shattered again, it wasn't as bad as the first time, but it hurt worse, because I knew it would happen again. That was also the year I started my puberty time. Which failed, because now I had all these emotions that weren't even real. It was saddening, but I knew every kid went through it, and so would I, I had nothing I could do about it, but I kept my art up, and having my art, kept my grades up.

In seventh grade, I started out the loner, I didn't have anyone to rely on, and I had found out the hard way not to trust so easily again. I couldn't help but learn that lesson. But nothing happened worth mentioning in seventh grade.

In eight grade, I noticed I had started getting more joint pain, it was funny really, I was so young. It started on my birthday. I shrugged it off and didn't complain I just figured it was how I was meant to be, that's what my parents always talked about. Though once more, my years of interest had ended, until my birthday.

On my 15th birtday, something went wrong, at midnight I woke up with a pain, that was all over my body, it felt like I was shrinking and it hurt, so much I screamed out, never had I felt such pain, and it hurt, within a few minutes my parents came into my room, turned on the light, and there was a butterfly on my pillow. I was a butterfly!![/b] Than somehow I ended up at the highschool I am at now, for special people like, it scared me.[/size]

...connecting human to animal

[One Paragraph Minimum (Can be point form)]
I am a flighty creature much like a butterfly and I hold a certain grace and beauty, why I turn into a butterfly I believe to be because of my personality. Butterflies are flighty and they force themselves to be brave, that's what I was told since kindergarten, and, and I believe it, why? I believe it because it's how they always seem scared when you approach them, but when they approach you, they are trying to be brave. I try to be brave as well, it's life, if you aren't brave, than you're nothing. I can also move with grace, though I would never be a dancer, you have to remember steps, and honestly I'm not all the great at remembering things.

...literacy

RP Sample[/i]
-Must be in the 3rd person point of view and in past tense
-REMEMBER we are an intermediate-advanced literacy site. Please keep that in mind.
-Must be at least 3 paragraphs

Cate looked up at the sky, it was a cloudless day and it was beautiful, the blue sky was bright and clear, and it made her want to fly. She loved heights and she always would, it was in her making, and it was just a given. She smiled as she looked up at the sky. She may have been scared of most things, but, she enjoyed trying to be brave, it made her her. What else could she be?

She wore light blue jeans, and a white tank top, she had left her black hair down, and a dark pair of sunglasses covered her eyes olive green eyes. She seemed at peace. She felt at peace, it was life that she loved and she wouldn't have it any other way. It was so peaceful outside in the day.

~"It's a shame it isn't like this all the time, such a beautiful day, it's truly a shame. If night never fell, I wouldn't complain, I can't sleep in the dark anyways. I don't know why, I think it's because of my butterfly instincts, because a lot of preditors are out at night. Oh look at this, I'm talking to myself, I should make friends with someone. Than I wouldn't look so crazy."

She laughed to herself, she didn't mind talking to herself, I mean, why would she? It was like she was the only one who did it. She remember something her father told her.

"One who talks to themselves shows a sign of intelligence, the person who answers their own questions is crazy."

"Well, there I have it, I'm not crazy! Yet!"

She laughed to herself as she spoke, she had to have the yet, it was funny to her. Eventually she was bound to go mad, just hopefully not very soon. She would have to cry if she went mad at the age of 15. She had a life to live, and soon she could live it, once she had control.

"I once had a life of damnation, but it was destroyed, now I have a new life, a life I get to start all over with, let's not ruin this one this time Amarantha! That would not be very happy. Of course we want a happy ending this time! Oh yeah... Note to Self: Don't let anyone eat you!!"

She giggled, she had always laughed about how often butterflies were eaten, even though she knew it was a bad idea to laugh about something so serious, serious just wasn't her, she could try to be, but she couldn't pull it off.[/size]
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