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Part II: Character Information

Character Position: Fata Nona

Character Name: Twyla Vitale

Vessy: Okay number one pet peave, here goes. People who take a word and translate it into the language of the area the RPG is set in and call it a name! Who name's their kid flower of green? It makes no sense, I mean there are people with names like Crystal and rainbow and stuff but their parents were hippies or something. There are such things as SURNAMES, USE THEM. *cough* sorry... I've been up late and I'm cranky.

Birthdate and Age / Zodiacal Sign: Twyla's sixteen years old, and was born on April 23rd, which would make her zodiac sign a Taurus.

Dissy: YAY! A non Scorpio! Very good ^^V

Vessy: *jumping around the app* I could really see her more as a cancer...

Physical Details:

Hair: Snow white hair with moonlight silver streaks running rapidly throughout her shoulder length hair. Two braids form by the sides of her hair, tied by a silver band. Twyla ties them to the back of her head with a gray scrunchy, as the two braids fall from the scrunchies hold, falling onto her hair. Her hair is as soft as a swan's feather, smooth as silk, and gleems like the moonlight.

Dissy: What is with all the white haired chic’s? Is this some sort of new fad or something? Must’ve showed up when the world learned about Sailor Cosmos…or maybe it’s a sorta "I wanna be princess serenity!" thing…I dunno, I’ve had it up to my neck with white hair…

Vessy: Well it's all pretty and descriptive, but I keep seeing Relena-esque hair...

Eyes: Two sets of enchanting amber eyes, big, oval shaped, and sultry. She has thin curly eyelashes and slender eyebrows that have a natural arch to them. Twyla's eyes have a stricking gleem of glitter dancing inside her eyes, giving her an aura of feminity and richness.

Vessy: She has four eyes? How'd that happen, I'm sorry to disagree Dissy but I'd say two sets of eye's is definitly a disease or radiation poisoning or something...

Facial Details: Soft, feminine, and extremely smooth, creamy moonlight white skin. Those are the three words to sum up Twyla's face. With her medium-sized, upturned nose, narrow chin, pouting lips dressed in glamourous silver lipstick, dimond earings decorated on her ears that gleem in the light, and visible high cheekbones, Twyla's not beautiful - she's drop dead gorgeous. Twyla knows that she is which she uses it to her advantage.

Vessy: I think that was more than three words it was more like umm... 9. and actually I'd think she'd look quite pale and almost goth-ish with that silver lipstick I can't say she'd look very healthy especially with such pale hair...

Build: The honourable hour-glass theme fits perfectly to her build structure, wouldn't it? However, it's semi-hourglass. She stands at five feet, seven inches, with a weight of one hundred and fifty seven. Twyla's got the fully devolped breasts, and then some - 36D. Along with her breasts, she has a round butt that is extremely noticeable. No matter what style of clothing she has, her butt is sticking out like a sore thumb. She has rounded large hips that sways with her butt whenever she walks. Her waist, however, isn't the hourglass type, which is utterly skinny. Twyla's fat goes around the sides of her waist, bulging outwards. Basically, there is no curve inside to find her waist - it looks like she has no waist. Her limbs (legs and arms) have no muscle - all skin and bones.

Dissy: She sounds very…healthy for a Tria Fata, Most abhoringly sick people are more or less twiggy, gangly and just not healthy looking…she just sounds…healthy!

Vessy: Actually she sounds rather disproportionate, with large but, no waist and stick legs, I just can't quite see it, almost like she took some Black bootay and then sucked all fat/muscle out of the legs and stuck it in the waist... and actually it wouldn't even really be semi hourglass if the fat bulged outwards that'd be more pear shaped or maybe even apple shaped... I just don't see it...

Style: Silk, leather, satin, angora - you name any expensive fabric in the world, Twyla has it. She wears the finest clothes money can buy, and she has a lot of it. Her walk-in closet is filled with the latest fashions from France, Spain, Italy, Britian, and America, all with different types of colors, skirts, shirts, coats, pants, shoes, hair items, bracelets, rings, necklaces, earings, lipsticks, eye shadows and nailpolishes. Twyla always comes with a brand new fashion to show off at school, in public, parties, or private banquets. She does this to nab another gullible victim (men, they are such idiots!) to use in her own game.

Standard Mundane Dress: From head to toe, this is Twyla's main way of dressing. She has her regular hairstyle, wearing a short-sleeve silver top, created out of silk fabric. Her gray mini-skirt created from silk as well, ends at the middle of her thighs, making her large rounded butt sticking outwards. Twyla additionally wears white satin pantyhose, with two thin gold bracelets latched around her ankles. Her boots are made of white leather, low-heeled, and pointed tip. The boots zip in the front rather than lacing them up. Finally, her accessories are two sets of dimond earings, and a dimond bracelet on her right hand.

Carriage: When she's walking, her hips move in a twitch-twitch mode, her arms moving back and forth, one foot in front of the other. Twyla walks up straight, her head hug proudly in the air, like a rich snob. Which, mostly, Twyla is.

Dissy: I get the feeling she was supposed to hold her head proudly in the air not hug it proudly in the air...

Voice: Enchanting, sweet, and scented with feminity. Twyla has a pure soprano voice, creating an aura that makes people (mainly men) follow whatever she says. Elegance pours from her mouth when she's around her grandmother, whom she thinks is trapped in Reinessance (sp? I know I spelled that wrong) still. However, Twyla still has respect towards her immensely - no matter how weird she is.

Vessy: If you know it's spelt wrong why didn't you use a spell checker or look it up at Dictionary.com or something?

Overall: From first looking at Twyla, you can call her the manipulative man-eating slut. XD Mostly, what her appearance is matches her personality. However, even sluts have feelings. Right? ... right?

Vessy: I didn't get slut, I got frigid snob with random remarks of man-eating-ness, and that whole man-eatingness can be taken on SO many levels...

Bloodtype: A-
What It Means: Speaking broadly, it is said that people with Type A Blood are calm, composed, and very level-headed and serious. They have a firm character, and are reliable and trustworthy (and hardheaded). They think things over and make plans deliberately, and they plug away at things steadily and assiduously. They try to make themselves more like their own ideal of what they should be. A Types may look aloof or distant to others. They try to suppress their own emotions, and because they have continual practice in doing this, this makes them appear strong. But, actually, they have a fragile, nervous side, as well. They tend to be hard on people who are not of the same type, and so they consequently tend to be surrounded with people of the same temperament.

What Twyla Is: Twyla is semi-A blood. Twyla is calm, composed, and reliable. However, she doesn't thinks over plans, or hides her emotions. However, at home she's fragile and semi-nervous. And why is she negative? Because it's different. XD

Vessy: Again with the not sluttish-ness, and I could really see her as more of a B

Gemstone: Dimond. Dimonds symbolizes for richess and beauty and is the birthstone in April. Additionally, it's Twyla's favorite gemstone!

Vessy: A) it's Diamond B) DIAMOND- prosperity, love, can be used in place of all other gems, spirituality, clarity, spiritual love, balance, peace, trust.C) FOR THE LOVE OF KURTIS SPELLCHECK! Grammer people Grammer!

Likes:
Winter: Her family ever winter time goes to the Swiss Alps to spend their Christmas together. In the winter time, she can make do all of her favorite hobbies! Additionally, Twyla can relax and have fun with her family, which she rarely does ever since she was accepted into John Cabot University and sent to live with her grandmother in Italy.

Dissy: Why is she at John Cabot University...? She's 16, remember? She should still be attending high school.

Vessy: Ugh another foreigner

Fine Arts: The fine arts include numerous things. Ballet, orchestra, priceless paintings, opera, classical music, literary novels - all of those and many more. Twyla was taught by her grandmother that the fine arts brought up a proper young lady to be an elegant duchess of riches, like herself. She likes many of the artists (de Vinci, Picasso, etc.), operas (Carmen is her favorite), classical composers (Beethoven and Mozart are her ultimate favorites), and literary authors (Orson Wells, Ray Bradbury, William Shakespeare, etc.) that her grandmother adores.

Dissy: And now I have to ask, why fine arts? everyone seems to like them, especially doing them. this would be okay if she liked them for their monetary value (this based off what I've gotten so far from the character) or if she had dreams of being noticed by the world and this is how she thought it might happen. The fact that she likes the fine arts is confusing, since artists tend to be anything /but/ rich snobs.

Cats: Twyla loves cats. Cats are beautiful, elegant, and composed - just like herself! Twyla even owns her own cats, Duchess and Fantine.

Cherries: This type of fruit is her own little fetish. The red cherries are extremely sour, the dark cherries are as sweet as can be, and the ones that mix together are just right. Almost like herself. Additionally, she's the girl in the bars that ties the stem of a cherry with her tounge. Why do men love it when it's so stupid? Because they are perverted, sick idiots - well, most of the population of men.

Dissy: I can do that!

Vessy: I can't I tried, many times, but through those experiments I learned Terry could Deep throat a Banana it was just odd...

Tea: Winter or summer - tea is her main fetish! Twyla likes to drink any type of tea, yet the French Chammoline (sp? I know I spelled that wrong...) tea is her favorite one. Whether it's iced or lukewarm, Twyla will drink it anywhere at anytime. In restaraunts, she'll ask for tea, in parties, she'll ask for tea, in school, she'll ask for tea -- basically, she can't live without her tea. Like coffee is a high? Tea is Twyla's high!

Vessy: Use a spellchecker or dictionary or something...

Dislikes:
Summer: The summer time is Twyla's disliked season of all. The temperature goes up to immense heights, the beaches are crowded with sweat-covered commoners since it's Summer Break, and her family doesn't come during this season - they are still working in France. Additionally, Twyla doesn't get to have any fun because her grandmother tells her to study and stay in the house. She doesn't want to find thirty men lined up in front of her door, chocolates and flowers in their hands, wanting - begging - no, graveling for a date! (She really disapproves of all the boyfriends Twyla brings over to the house.) That means there isn't any manipulation-over-men this season. All the more to despise that season.

Vessy: wow I wish I had guys Graveling my front walk for a date then I wouldn't slip every morning when I run down my frozen sidewalk to the bus...

Insects: It's the all-too-cliché dislike, but it's true! Twyla hates bugs with a passion. If she lays eyes on a tiny ant or a beautiful butterfly, she'll kill it immediately. Ladybugs, dragonflies, spiders, catapillars, grasshoppers, beetles - no matter what, she'll grab whatever she can and smack it without remorse. They are such icky, disgusting things to Twyla.

Chores: Call her the primadonna. She'll never get off her lazy bum-bum and do some work around the house, inside or outside. She doesn't like to get her hands dirty. Twyla would let someone else do the housework rather than herself. Basically, she dislikes hard labour entirely. Twyla dislikes doing things the hard way. She rather have it the easy way. This shows more of her spoiled brat, cry baby side.

Carrots: Although carrots are good for helping vision sharpen, Twyla can't stand their taste! For one, it's picked from the filthy ground, and two, some people eat them raw! Raw! And three, when Twyla eats them, she has this aftermouth breath that makes all her vict-- erm, friends, flee.

Vessy: Has she tried breath mints or brushing?

Lemonade: Her ultimate non-turn on is definately lemonade. Twyla dislikes lemonade a lot. It might be too sweet, or too sour, or you need more water, or it's too deluted. And you always have to keep on adding things to get it just right. With tea, you just warm it up, ice it if you want, and drink it. No hassle at all, unlike lemonade! Additionally, Twyla can't stand the premade kinds. They have this bitter taste that makes her purse her lips in disgust.

Dissy: ;-; but Lemonade is the best!!!! ;-;

Hobbies:
Ice skating: During the winter times in the Alps, Twyla goes ice skating. Ice skating is one of her favorite sports. Her grandmother used to be a champion ice dancer with her grandfather. She taught Twyla everything she knew about ice skating. Twyla keeps practicing her triple loops, sowcows, and lutzs, along with her combinations. However, she aces her doubles and singles perfectly.

Sewing, Weaving, and Spinning: Taught by her amazing grandmother, Twyla can sew numerous things. She excells in weaving wool hats, mittens, and quilts. Twyla uses her grandmother's distaff to create silk accessories, like silk scrunchies and scarfs. She isn't as experienced as her grandmother, yet she tries hard to follow and understand how she creates magnificent things within mear hours. Twyla sews whenever she feels like it, and weaves and spins with her grandmother in the backyard during the weekends, once she's done with homework that is.

Vessy: I've never had a weaved wool hat or mitten, I've had knitted but that's different

Piano and Violin: Two instruments that Twyla enjoys dearly. Everyday after school, Twyla practices two hours on each instrument. Twyla started playing the piano when she was six, and the violin when she was twelve. Right now she is almost an intermediate in violin, while she has just began her advance lessons in piano. She loves creating her own music on the violin. When it comes to the piano, anything Mozart or Beethoven will ride from her fingers onto the piano.

Duchess and Fantine: Twyla's favorite hobby is playing with Duchess and Fantine, her two pet cats. Duchess is a snow white, sapphire blue eyed American Curl. Twyla received Duchess as a present from her grandmother when she was three. Later, when Twyla was thirteen, she recieved another cat - or should we say, a kitten! Fantine is an electric green eyed, black coated kitten, with white patches over her right eye, front left paw, and left ear, with a star shaped patch on the back of her right ear. Twyla pampers Duchess a lot, and she has a lot of fun watching Fantine playing with yarn, scampering around her room, and meowing with extreme cuteness.

Ballet: Twyla has been doing ballet since she was four year old. Currently she is at grade five, the highest level in ballet. She knows many combinations, and has been in more than fifteen recitals, five of them were live events in front of thousands of people.

Literature Books: Who doesn't love a Sunday morning, drinking ice tea and reading a wonderful literature book? One thing's for sure - Twyla isn't one of them! Twyla tends to read numerous books by famous literary authors. Ray Bradbury, Orson Wells, William Shakespeare, Harper Lee, Mark Twain, and Edgar Allen Poe are Twyla's absolute favorite authors. "Fahrenheit 451," by Ray Bradbury, "To Kill A Mockingbird," by Harper Lee, and "Macbeth" by William Shakespeare are her favorite literature books. "The Raven" and "A Dream Within A Dream" are her two favorite works by Edgar Allen Poe.

Vessy: Literature books, now that's a double affirmative if I've ever heard one.

Personality:
Twyla is a prick primadonna to put it into terms. She never laughs at "mediocre" jokes; actually, no one has ever seen her smile or laugh unless it is when she gets her way. When anyone meets her, she will just stick her nose in the air, walking like someone from royalty. She never likes to interact, talk, or even go near an inch towards a "commoner." She thinks of herself as upper class society; someone with power, riches beyond anyone's wildest dreams. In reality, she is that person, which makes it more irritating to swallow.

Although she is cold towards "peasants," Twyla has a lot of spunk. And that's a good thing, not a bad thing! Twyla doesn't care if the guy is either 7 feet tall or 1 foot tall, if someone ticks her off in the wrong way, she won't get mad - she'll get even. Twyla gets even with her intelligence and wise speaking skills, thanks to the lessons she received from her grandmother. Sometimes she gets really pissed and goes off the deep end, almost cussing in every word. However, when that happens, it is on a rare occasion.

In school, Twyla's the saint from Heaven, when in reality she is the She-Devil from Hell. Which is honey to the teacher's tastes, vinegar to the others. Her philosophy is that if she were a good girl in front of the teachers, like a little angel from heaven, she would be the class pet, and be able to get into the best college and education as well. She doesn't care that much for popularity. She always wonders why popular girls in her class are airhead bimbo's with the body like Barbie and the guys are like a beefed up body like Fabio with the brain size of a peanut. It's a mystery entirely. (Even when she's one herself, no da. XD)

When Twyla is by herself, all alone, she has numerous hobbies to do (thanks to her grandmother), rather than sulking in her room, being completely bored. As explained before, Twyla has violin, piano, and ballet practice to do for hours on end after she's done with her homework. Additionally, Twyla has her two pet cats Duchess and Fantine to pamper and play with, and literature books to read. Also in the winter time, Twyla can go ice skating with her family. Basically, Twyla can never be bored when she's alone.

Around her family, Twyla has a sense of respect. She knows that her mother and father gave her the world and much more. She has a grand sense of debt and love towards her grandmother, who influenced her to have a perminent admiration and love towards the fine arts. Twyla never talks back to her family, for she grew up with the rule of "respecting her elders." You can say that her personality switches when she's at home. Twyla is very lady-like, almost like a young Victorian girl. She curtsy's and introduces herself to guests, even to her grandmother, keeps to herself, follows directions, and is extremely feminine. Twyla thinks of her family as her true friends, who will never use her or backstab her. (Besides, she's the one that does that!) They always gave her advice, attention, and love and support. Twyla learned numerous things that helped shape her to what she is today, and the gratitude she holds towards her family inside her heart will be kept within her forever.

Twyla has an ego the size of Texas. Bigger than that, she has an ego bigger than the galaxy itself! She thinks that the world revovles around her because Twyla was brought up that way, being that she was an only child. Twyla feels superior and wanted when she starts boasting about her life and how good she is. She cannot take criticism or remarks about her easily. Twyla loses her temper in a flash. She turns into a banshee when she doesn't get her way. In other words, she's the ultimate spoiled brat.

Twyla doesn't have a boyfriend... currently. She's had many, many boyfriends lined up for her because of her money and her body. T&A - the ultimate and easy way to manipulate people, mainly men. (They are such pigs, ne?) She uses them for her advantage. She's sneaky and manipulative, doing whatever she can in order to get her way. Twyla plots out her plan of action, then using her current pawn... erm... boyfriend, to help her execute it and get whatever she desires. After all, love is blind, and Twyla uses it to her advantage.

Okay, so Twyla isn't all negative! She has to have SOME perks! One of them is her composure. Even when Twyla loses her temper, she keeps her composure. Confused yet? Alright! Let moi elaborate. What if this jockey comes around, whom Twyla hates, and taunts her and leaves? Twyla loses her temper, so she uses her manipulative powers and summons her current boyfriend to do her bidding. They comes into a fist fight, since Twyla ordered that, and the jockey wins. Now is when Twyla starts acting like a cry baby, knowing that her plan failed and she didn't win. Which shows that she is and will always be the ultimate spoiled brat. See, she gained her composure from all those years of ballet. You continue to do your dance even if the world is falling around you, her ballet teacher said to her. Under pressure, Twyla keeps her composure and doesn't run around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

If there are three great strengths about Twyla, it is her reliability, loyality, and stubborness. The three work together greatly. You can always count on Twyla to get the job done. She is so stubborn, like a mule and an ox put together, she will make sure the work is done perfectly and correctly. She would be so loyal to the mission, Twyla will make an oath of either good or evil until it is fulfilled. Twyla can make sure anyone's truest wishes can come true, no matter what it takes.

Overall, you can say Twyla has a lot of negatives. She's a manipulative, arrogant, boastful, hardheaded, snobbish, rich cry baby. Yet, every snob has their perks. Twyla is extremely loyal, stubborn, reliable, respectful and is calm and composed under pressure. And that's Twyla the Magnificent. *cough* ^_^;

Vessy: I still don't get the slut image, immature and a user yes but slut no, you said before she used her body attract victims, I don't get that I get prissy primadona whos mostly anti social and school oriented with random comments about using men randomly thrown in at odd angles and umm... jockey? does that mean she goes for older guys? it's like taking a prim frigid pris and attaching aspects of a ho on with duct tape... it doesn't work

History:
Twyla Vitale was born in Paris, France to her loving father and caring mother. Her father was an Italian millionare, with a successful business in electronics. Twyla's mother was a gyneacologist and a obstetrician, and her father was a brain surgeon. Being an only child within the Vitale family, Twyla was given full attention as a child. Whatever Twyla wanted, Twyla got without questions asked. Thus, Twyla was shaped as a spoiled brat.

However, three years after Twyla was born, her parents had to go back to work. They had asked for an extremely long break from the hospital, which they were granted. However, their time was up and they were demanded to come back to work or they would be replaced. (Doctors can't get fired, but I believe they can be replaced.) Being that Paris National Hospital was a very high paying salary income for the family, it was either leaving their job and moving in with Leala (Twyla's grandmother) in Italy, or giving Twyla to Leala to watch over. The parents didn't believe in babysitting - they didn't trust anyone with their precious only child. Therefore, they sent their daughter into the hands of the grandmother, knowing she would take care of the child with wonderful care.

At first, Twyla was extremely sad that she wouldn't see her parents anymore. However, living with her grandmother wasn't as bad as it seemed. When she was around her grandmother, she started acting like her mother - defying the rules. However, she started to grow a dislike to chores and hard labour, so Twyla started listening and following whatever her grandmother said. Because of that, she started having similar favourites like her grandmother. Fine arts, cats, jewelry - acting like a elegant young lady. Twyla even received her own cat when she was three (Duchess, as a welcome home present), and a kitten when she was thirteen (Fantine). She started playing the violin and piano and ballet soon after. Twyla had so many hobbies, she didn't have time to be bored!

Twyla then grew a love towards winter time. Mostly because during that time, she gets winter break. Her grandmother and herself go up to the Swiss Alps where her cottage is, and there she can finally see her mother and father. Ever winter they would leave Italy and go to the Alps, having a lot of fun everyday until it was time to leave. With all the love and attention Twyla has from her family, she respects them deeply, even if she barely sees her mother and father and thinks that her grandmother is something out of a French Reinsance book, she respects and loves them dearly. However, having all this attention went to her head, creating her to be extremely boastful and arrogant.

In the beginning, Twyla was homeschooled for her elementary years. However, when Twyla reached her teenage years, she asked (okay, she begged) her grandmother in order to socialize with other people finally. She finally gave in, letting her apply to John Cabot University and was accepted. The minute Twyla walked into the school, she was automatically labeled the prep. Girls that loved fashions and make up, and a lot of gossip gathered around Twyla. (Twyla still talks to those girls, sometimes. However, they are not mentioned in the NPCs. Besides, they don't have a huge effect in her life) Twyla didn't like the way the people were treating her - for one, they weren't introducing themselves correctly like her grandmother taught her! Twyla treated them as commoners, no matter what. However, Twyla soon took notice of the men in her school. They gave her many items - flowers, chocolates, and even fruit baskets. She also took notice that most of the students in the school disliked her greatly. Twyla then put two and two together, and came up with the solution: use the strongest and cutest boys in the school for her own revenge against those who hated her or embarassed her.

Dissy: Yet another foreigner!!!!!! No more there will be no more foreigners anymore, it's driving me nuts and it wouldn't kill anyone to actually be born in Italy, or even Rome for that matter! Ack!!!! Now secondly, where is Twyla's life threatening disease that the Tria Fata are required to have? It is a side effect of huge amounts of power without being dead, as is the standard in this RPG. Morta has crippling allergies, and there are other really horrible things out there, aside from that, whatever happened to things like mental diseases, they CAN be pulled off! She NEEDS a disease! Sorry to shout, but I thought that the disease thing was quite clear on the write up I did for the Tria Fata.

Vessy: How does applying for John Cabot U constitute a social life? If most of the students in the school hated her why were guys fauning over her? they count as students too? and Why fruit baskets? FRUIT BASKETS? and why would she be at Cabot university if she was staying with her grandmother and 16? Wouldn't she go to ST. T, more snobby and more her age group. Just say no to foreigners!

NPCs:

Madamé L'Orgueil (Leala Shantay L'Orgueil)

Although at the age of seventy-five, Madamé L'Orgueil hasn't aged a day after fifty. Her high cheekbones, pointed chin, sucked-in cheeks, curly salt 'n' pepper short hair, narrow eyes, pursed lips, five feet, ten height, hourglass shape, upturned short nose, elegant French accented voice and strict emerald green eyes designs her as a elegant French sourpuss. She walks without an arc, due to her years of experience in ballet. (In ballet, you dance with your stomach in, butt in, and you're hips always in front. Therefore, you don't have an arch in the back.) She is always found in a burgundy dress, made of the finest velvet fabric. A gold ribbon ties around her waistline, making a bow in the back. She wears similar velvet burgundy high-heeled shoes. She has emerald earings, 36k dimond wedding ring, and gold braclet on her right arm for accessories.

Leala Shantay was born near the outskirts of Paris, France, raised in a wealthy, respected family and brooded to become an elegant young lady. She was the oldest daughter of the Shantay family of seven. The family was secluded from the rest of the world, homeschooled by her mother's servants, and taught the ways of an elegant young lady from old French Reinessance books. Leala learned the arts of ballet, piano, violin, cello, flute, ice skating, weaving, sewing, and spinning. Additionally, Leala grew a found interest with the fine arts - literary books, classical music, etc. When the family went on their regular winter trip to the Swiss Alps, Leala learned how to be an excellent ice skater. However, at the age of sixteen, Leala was betrothed to a young Duke's son, in order to keep the family business together. For the Duke was planning on taking away the family's land, the business, and their oldest daughter - which happened to be herself. Leala's parents gave into the Duke's orders, handing him co-ownership of the business and betrothed to his son. Leala, however, didn't want to be married to a disgusting, juvenile delinquent for the rest of her life. Therefore, Leala did the most logical thing to do: pack up and run away.

Leala knew that deep in her heart, this was not the right thing to do. She always took things head on like a bull, never looking back. Determined never to let things get her down, with so much faith riding within her to not to give up. However, she thought that there was no turning back. There was no way she could get out of this predictament. Leala felt trapped, a young lady forced to marry a man she didn't love in the French Reinessance. Running away from her problems went against everything she stood for. However, there were no choices lended to her this time.

Leala gathered all her precious belongings, and items that would be useful to trade into for money, Using her priceless jewelry to trade in for money, Leala received millions of dollars on the spot. Being that the legal age in Italy was sixteen, Leala was a legal adult. She was able to establish herself financially, using her money to get construction workers to design and create her mansion on the outskirts of Rome. Additionally, Leala met the love of her life - which happened to be one of the construction workers.

Leala didn't care that he barely had money - she had lots of it. She didn't care that he wasn't her ideal prince charming - having greasy hair, a beard, and a semi-huge tummy. It was the love, caring, and eternal companionship that he gave to her that made her love him instantly. His name was Franco L'Orgueil. For ten years, Franco and Leala lived together happily in their mansion in their quiet little town. However, Franco came down with a deadly disease of yellow fever, a type that was not cureable. Months later, Franco died, and Leala was with child, three months pregnant.

Six months later, Leala gave birth to Fel's, her only child. Although at a young age she was michevious and defying every rule she had laid out for her, Leala still loved her dearly. Even if Fel hid her secret crush from her, Leala still loved her. At least she told her in the end. Leala isn't even disappointed that she had to take care of her granddaughter. She knows that Fel would have done it if she had the choices in front of her. However, she understand her situation. After all, Leala had a situtation of no choices at all once in her life. Although she is disgusted with her granddaughter's ways (being a manipulative slut), Leala is still proud of her granddaughter... no matter how un-lady like hshe is sometimes.

Félicité Solange L'Orgueil Vitale

When people look at Félicité, they think of seeing a fallen angel. Silver locks of her long hair, reaching down to her ankles, escaping strands held back behind her ears, hourglass figure, sultry lips, long narrow nose, enchanting violet eyes, height of five feet ten - she is everyone's dream girl. Félicité has a charming, polite personality, with a soothing French accented voice and touch extremely soft, she calms her patients instantly, and those around her as well. Félicité is similar to the North Star - you always know where it is, and you can always count on it, so brilliant, beautiful, and mystic. In a nutshell, that is Félicité herself.

Félicité Solange L'Orgueil, or known as Fel to her friends, was born and raised in Ciampino, Italy, a small rual town on the outskirts of Rome. In the mansion her mother paid to be built, she learned the ways that Leala did when she was a child. However, Fel semi-used the tools her mother gave to her. Fel was always the mischevious, always wanting to do something in order to keep herself from being bored. Bordem was her ultimate dislike. Fel hated being bored. When you're bored... you have nothing to do! So Fel decided to do one thing to keep her no longer bored: defy her mother's rules. Even at a young age, Fel had always been the defying type, being a nonconformist and doing the opposite of what her mother told her. If she wanted her not to eat mud, Fel would eat mud. If she wanted her not to break the dishes, Fel would break the dishes. It was a lot of fun for Fel - at least she wasn't bored! Defying her mother's rules was like an adventure everyday for her. She never knew what she was going to get herself into next.

Sometimes she would go too far with her mother, being punished to do housework and extra studying if she pushed the wrong buttons. However, Fel would have fun with the housework - she would play games with the bulters and servants working at the house, pranks on the gardeners, and numerous things. Although Fel defied her mother more than once in her lifetime, they still love each other... no matter how hard Fel can be sometimes.

However, the biggest defiance Fel did against her mother was to break the ultimate rule: never leave the confidements of Ciampino.

At the age of fifteen, Fel went off to go grocery shopping as a chore, since she had broken the windows in the kitchen the day before. As she reached the shop, she noticed for the first time a taxi cab. Now Ciampino was a very rual town in Italy- a town in which there was no such thing as a car, just carriages. Therefore, Fel decided to have an adventure by asking the taxi driver to go to the nearest city; consequentaly, the taxi cab took her to Rome, which changed her life forever.

The minute Fel got off the taxi cab, she was immediately lost. For one, she could barely talk to any of the Italians in the city since she was a beginner in Italian. Without no place to go, she walked into the only place she could find: a café. Inside, she asked anyone in Italian or French if she could find out where she was and how to get back to Ciampino. For hours on end, she kepts on asking people, and they would only brush her off as another tourist. It wasn't until someone responded back to her in the sweetest French voice Fel had ever heard, offering to give her a lift back to Ciampino.

And his name was Antonio Dante Vitale.

Although Fel received a brutal lecture and punishment from her mother, she knew that once she laid eyes on Antonio, he was her soulmate. While Fel was doing her chores, Antonio would visit daily. The two would chat hours on end, never looking away from each other's eyes. It wasn't long for Leala, Fel's mother, to find out Fel's secret love for Antonio. Within time, Leala told Fel that she knew there was a strong feeling of love between her and Antonio. Fel was scared and embarrassed, mostly scared of her mother's wrath. However, her mother was extremely happy to know that her daughter had met someone she loved, for Leala lost her love, Fel's father, an long time ago.

With Fel's mother giving the time, date, and age (she wanted Fel to have a happy single life before commitment), Fel and Antonio where married on April 10th, and have lived a happy life together since then. They moved to Paris, France, where Antonio's work (he's a doctor) is stationed at. Fel soon became a gyneacologist (doctor for "women" thingies XD) and a obstetrician (delivers the baby's, ya fool!) at the same hospital Antonio works at: Paris National Hospital.

Years later, Fel gave birth to Twyla, and the rest is history... mainly Twyla's. XD

Antonio Dante Vitale

Looks of a true Italiano are Antonio's features. Gorgeous silk chesnut brown hair, tanish skin, six foot, three height, semi-muscle man body, and mesmorizing amber eyes design Antonio into a handsome gentleman. Born into a respected family, Antonio had it all. Money, fame, fortune and a loving family. However, he wasn't a spoiled brat, being apart of an extremely large family of twelve, him being the youngest. Thus, he didn't have the love and attention as the rest of his oldest brother and sisters. For Antonio, nothing special ever happened in his life, unlike his future wife and mother-in-law. He learned many things within his life from homeschooling. Like learning how to speak fluent French, English, Russian, and German, understand mathematic equations and problems, and growning a fond passion in the world of science, mostly anatomy and phisiology. That's when Antonio decided to dedicate his life to become a doctor.

In the years to come, he graduated from the finest Italian college, and medical school Italy could offer. Unable to quench his thirst of science studies, he went to the finest colleges in Europe - mainly England, Germany, Spain, and France. After years of studying, he found the place where he could work diligently - Paris National Hospital. He rented an apartment a block away from the hospital, walking back and forth from his house to his work everyday. Months later, he returned home for a holiday. And that was the day he met the love of his life, wandering the streets of Italy, alone, frightened, and confused.

And her name was Félicité Solange L'Orgueil.

Antonio instantly fell in love with her the minute he saw her. He would visit her everyday after their encounter, and soon he met her mother, who wished them luck and prosperity in their years together, creating a family. On April 10th, he married his love, and they worked together at Paris National Hospital. When the arrival of their child came, he bought a brand new house only two miles away. Antonio didn't mind the distance, as long as he had his family.

And the rest is history... mainly Twyla's... again. ^_^

Dissy: WOW!!! 00!! I don't think I've ever seen that much writing put into any single NPC...maybe three combined, but not a single one....

Part III: Senshi Information

Special Skills:
Immortality: It's with the job specifics, and boy does it feel good! (Good god, she won't die! THE DEMON CHILD LIVES FOREVER! *_*)

Baby Talk: Whenever Twyla passes a pregnant woman, she can hear the babies inside of them talk. Sometimes she'll whisper back to them without anyone looking, however, it is extremely rare for her to do that.

Creation: Secretly, Twyla can create things with her own two hands. For example, during a test, if her pencil breaks, she'll put her two hands over the pencil, and the pencil is remade into a new one. Twyla never does huge things - like creating people or creating electronics or something really wild. She does small things like pencils, papers, food, and other things. No wonder she never asks for refills on drinks, huh? XD

Henshin Item: She doesn't need a henshin item, she's a fate dernit! ^_^

Transformation: Twyla has a fast transformation. She basically does three things for her transformation. First she closes her eyes as the wind blows rapidly. Then she touches her forehead with her two fingers. Her symbol appears, glowing a color of moonlight white. Finally, Twyla whispers the words, "Nona, Create Me" as the white light from her forehead engulfs her body. Once she is covered in white light, it bursts away into glitter, and her uniform is left. Additionally, Nona's distaff appears next to her (I know, no magical things or whatever, but at least she doesn't have a space pocket to appear and reappear the thing - the distaff is HEAVY, and she HATES hard labour).

Color: Moonlight White

Vessy: So that's uh... White right?

Symbol: Nona's symbol is this. The symbol represents the "spiral of life." The three spirals represent the three fates, who each present the three fates of life: preganancy (beginning), birth (middle), and death (end).

Fuku/Costume: Moonlight white silk cloth that ties in the back of her neck, covering her entire body. The back shows her bare back, which stops at her tailbone. The dress is long, reaching to her ankles. Her hair is made into a bun, decorated with glitter and dimonds. Only two strands of her white hair are left, one on each side in front of each ear. Two dimonds earings in the shape of her symbol, a white bracelet on her right leg are Nona's accessories. Her shoes are white leather sandles that are extremely comfortable.

Powers/Attacks:

Distaff Attack: This attack is not omitted at all. The attack isn't special, with no background music, effects, or huge start-up for it. Nona quickly sits on her distaff, and starts spinning fast yet gracefully. A glowing moonlight white thread emits from the weapon, causing the person to be wrapped within it, paralyzed and unable to move for a long period of time. The attack is weak against water attacks, since it will damp the thread completely. Additionally, the attack is weak against stronger opponents. The attack doesn't take much energy away from Nona, so she is able to keep weaving for a very long time.

Yarn Lasso: This attack happens to be one of Nona's favorites. Nona takes a piece from her ball of thread, and whips it around her head. Automatically, it becomes a lasso, glowing majestically. As fast as Nona can, she throws it around the desired person or people (it can take only up to five people), paralyze them and ties them up. The attack depends on how much length of thread Nona uses. If it's too short, and the foe(s) are too far away, she won't catch them. Additionally, the attack can hold for only a short time, and is weak against strong opponents, not water attacks. However, the attack does take some of her energy, since some of her energy goes into the lasso and paralyzes the person(s).

Re-creation (Last Resort): "Re-creation" is Nona's last resort attack. This attack as no fanfare once again, however, does have extremely powerful results. Nona closes her eyes, as her symbol glows majestically. Her uniform is replaced by a moonlight white substance, engulfing her entire body. Her hair flows back and forth as her dimond earings and bracelet glisten. Within seconds, Nona snaps her head back and attack is performed. "Re-creation" does mostly what the name says. Nona can re-create anything that she wishes. However, the attack takes out all of her power, which can put her in a coma instantly after. This attack will rarely be used, unless it is need as - you guessed it - a last resort.

Weapons:

Distaff: Nona's weapon is a distaff, created from the purest ivory, instead of wood. The distaff is attached to a stool, in which Nona sits on in order to perform attacks. With the distaff comes a spinning wheel, which Nona uses to spin the attack from. They are all attached together as one big weapon. However, the distaff is extremely heavy; thus, it is supremely hard to carry around for Nona. Because of the distaff's weight, Nona cannot use the distaff for numerous things. Additionally, Nona dislikes hard labour, so she'll likely be demanding someone to carry her distaff for her.

Vessy: What's the point of having a weapon you can't carry anywhere to fight? Is it permanently in this reality or does she have like a sub space pocket-err moving van?

Ball of Thread: Nona's other weapon is a ball of thin white colored thread, which she uses with and without her distaff.

Guardian: None! She would probably drive the poor thing crazy. Oh, wait, that's Parca... poor thing. XD

Part IV: Miscellaneous Information

Why you: Why me? Well, I'm weird - like 99% of most players on the net. But I'm unique - I SCARE PEOPLE! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I do! ^_^ I'm also a professional (I don't care what you say, I LIKE THAT WORD! Even if I don't jump buttox man, I like it!) fanfiction writer and web page designer. Consider Twyla please? I mean, I made Twyla a slutty, elegant and preppy because - alright, Nona's counterpart is Clotho, right? And Clotho rules over the beginning of someone's thread of life in the Greek Myths, right? So instead of a caring, children-loving, wanna-be pediatrian that lives forever, which I thought in the beginning, how about a manipulative, arrogant, boastful, irritating bitch that lives forever? And this game? Cause I like it, no da. XD

Vessy: I don't understand the reasoning behind psycho rich snob chika here but... okay... and question: How can you be a proffesional FAN-fiction writer? Isn't the point of Fanfiction that it's written by Fans?

Miscellaneous: Twyla would like to grow up as an ice skater or a professional piantist or violinist... and she's right handed... that's about it. ^_^

Part V: The Writing Sample

Envisioning scenery taken from a fairytale book, the sunlight danced it's merry sprinkles of light, shinning in the fair blue sky for the world to dazzle and amaze. Numerous birds sang their little songs of happiness, flying with the wind to adventure waiting on the other bend. The flowers whispered with the trees, swaying back and forth as mischevious honeybees gather the nectar and pollen to create sweet honey for all. It was truely a pleasant summer June morning in Italy.

And Twyla Vitale hated it.

However, she didn't have time to look out her window and loathe the beautiful, enchanting sight. Twyla moved a strand of her silky white hair from her face, as her amber eyes moved side to side, reading and comprehending every word in the book she held in her hands. Twyla crossed her Sun danced upon her precious dimond earings. Twyla wore a gorgeous short-sleeve, sky blue dress that ended at her ankles, with a silver ribbon around her waist and tied behind her back. Her favorite white leather shoes were on her feet, clicking the heels together as she turned the final page of one of her favorite literary books, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.

"For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow the minorities, be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or water-conversationalist, pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton or sage, to interfere with aesthetics," Twyla whispered to herself as she read out loud from the book. Faster and faster with anticipation she read along the lines of her favorite book. While she reached the ending, there was a knock on the door.

"Mademoiselle Vitale," Twyla's grandmother said, cupping her hands together as she arched her neck high with a smile on her face.

Quickly, Twyla placed her book down, sat up from her bed, and curtsyed gracefully to her grandmother, while asking, "Yes, Madamé L'Orgueil?"

"Good, at least you haven't forgotten you're manners since you're undesireable wreakless behavior in school, no less," she snapped, handing Twyla a white basket. Twyla groaned, knowing what she has to do.

"Grandma, you know how I hate chores!"

"Oh, really," asked her grandmother, with a high tone, scoffing at the end of her question. Narrowing her eyes, she added, "Would you rather go to the fruit stand and get some cherries, apples, and raspberries for me, or would you rather eat all the carrots in the backyard garden?" Twyla gulped and turned green at the thought of eating carrots, the most horrible vegetable on the face of the Earth. Reluctantly, she sighed, curtsying gracefully and saying, "Yes, Madamé."

"Good," her grandmother said triumphantly, walking away from Twyla and down the hallway.

Sighing, Twyla Vitale snatched her basket and book, grunted and walked out of her bedroom, defeated once again because of her respect towards her grandmother. And she could only grunt to herself, "I really hate chores."

Dissy: My issues include the entire lack of the illness which is vital to any Fata, the foreigner bit, and then that's pretty much it. However, those two things are huge in the extreme. You probably think I'm anal, but the foreigner thing is just a line I've chosen to draw. I like Twyla's character, she's very wonderful, and I would just adore to have her in the RPG, problem is her inability to fit the Tria Fata protocal. I'm thinking a Reject revise on this app with the condition that you make her a normal soldier rather than a Tria Fata. That or you can re-work the entire app and pretty much change who she is and make her a Tria Fata. That would make me sad though, and I would LOVE to see her as a Soldier.

Dissy's Verdict: Reject, Revise (with the condition)

Vessy: I seem to be having alot of problems with this app, alot more than so-chan.

1) Spell check and Grammer check please! Don't just apologise for no knowing the spelling, and alot of the sentances didn't make sense...

2) No foreigners *sighs*

3) there's no slut-ish-ness about her except the random bits stuck in at odd angles

Slut n.

1.
a - A woman considered sexually promiscuous
b - A woman prostitute
2. A servant girl; a drudge
3. A dirty untidy woman
4. A Female Dog

4) The blood type and astrology sign don't REALLY fit the personality,

5) The last name is Italian while every other name/heritage referance is french plus it's a word translation surname which is another No no.

6) the appearance really doesn't work see comments...

7) The weapon thing does not work

8) I just really didn't like that whole rich snob angle for the fate of pregnancy. and I see no real connection to pregnancy than the "sluttish-ness"

Verdict: Reject

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Final Verdict

Reject, Revise Perhaps go for another character?