Post by Wicked Witch of the West on Jan 9, 2009 19:45:00 GMT -6
Name: Elphaba Thropp
Gender: female
From what area of Oz: Munchkinland
Hair Colour: black
Eye Colour: brown [REFERENCE FROM BOOK]
Height: 5'10''
Build: slim
Other: Green skin
Hobbies
- sorcery
- rallying Animal rights
- defying gravity
- flying
Likes:
- Animals [with a capital A]
- Animal Rights
- Chisery
- Liir; son
- Fiyero; lover
Dislikes:
- Animal cruelty
- water
Strengths:
- indescribably power
- flight
- her monkeys
- Grimerie
Weaknesses:
- water
- anger, she can loose control
- mourning her sister
-
Personality:
Implied
History:
Implied
Role-play Sample:
Gender: female
From what area of Oz: Munchkinland
Hair Colour: black
Eye Colour: brown [REFERENCE FROM BOOK]
Height: 5'10''
Build: slim
Other: Green skin
Hobbies
- sorcery
- rallying Animal rights
- defying gravity
- flying
Likes:
- Animals [with a capital A]
- Animal Rights
- Chisery
- Liir; son
- Fiyero; lover
Dislikes:
- Animal cruelty
- water
Strengths:
- indescribably power
- flight
- her monkeys
- Grimerie
Weaknesses:
- water
- anger, she can loose control
- mourning her sister
-
Personality:
Implied
History:
Implied
Role-play Sample:
The Wicked Witch made her way around a large tree, one of the few that lined the Yellow Brick Road. She was nearing the spot in Munkinland where her little sister; Nessarose, was killed by the flying house, when that wretched farm girl had come it. Elphaba sighed. She had long forgiven the girl. It had not been her fault, merely an accident, she had very little control over. Her large brown eyes shown, and a tear fell down her cheek which she promptly brushed away with her sleeve, careful not to touch the water. Stupid tears, they burn! She sighed again. Upon her head was a pointed black hat, and on her back a black cloak that matched her dress. Her hat, a gift from her old roommate Glinda, of whom she missed terribly, was still in almost perfect condition, having treasured it all these years.
She kneeled down, holding her large leather bound book, the Grimmerie, she looked to the eastern sky. The sun hadn't risen fully and the Munkinlanders were yet to come out of their homes as spot her. She looked to the west, her home domain. It was getting warmer again. She brushed her long, green fingers along the yellow bricks of the Road. They were worn smooth by years of travel. Shaking her head, she picked up her book, and gripped her broom, before swinging her booted leg over the handle. She looked back once, but a door opened, and she took off, her long black hair streaming behind the Witch's back.
