{"Can I get you something?". }
|Full Name| Winter Victoria Waite
|Nickname| Winny, sometimes, or bunny. "Most people just go with Winter, to be honest"
|Birthday| June Eighteenth
|Age| 22
|Nationality| Caucasian, but her mother was Russian.
|Occupation| Assistant "I'm very good at it, I think,"[i]
|Sexuality| Heterosexual
|Apartment Number| 4C
|Hometown| San Francisco
|Nickname| Winny, sometimes, or bunny. "Most people just go with Winter, to be honest"
|Birthday| June Eighteenth
|Age| 22
|Nationality| Caucasian, but her mother was Russian.
|Occupation| Assistant "I'm very good at it, I think,"[i]
|Sexuality| Heterosexual
|Apartment Number| 4C
|Hometown| San Francisco
{[i]"Well, I'm not that special," }
|Quirks & Habits| Winter drinks one cup of tea, normally chamomile, every morning without fail. She sometimes gets it at the coffee shop, but she can make it at home if need be. She often will play music in the middle of the afternoon for almost no reason- just because she feels like it. She's always been very perceptive and almost never has a filter, so she always just says what she feels like- that is, if she can gather the courage.
|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
⚘Following orders⚘
⚘She knows a bit of Latin⚘
⚘Remembering things⚘
⚘Playing the piano⚘
|Flaws/Weakness|
⚘Indecisive⚘
⚘Slightly Messy⚘
⚘Overexcited/Jittery⚘
⚘Slightly shy⚘
|Hobbies| Making movies, of course, sewing and playing piano
|Fears|
øBeing left alone, or forgetting that money isn't everythingø
øThunder/loud soundsø
|Secrets|
✤She'd never really been in a real relationship before {{FC: Jon Kortajarena}}✤
✤She loves directing, but she sometimes wonders if it's right for her.✤
✤She has a strong dislike for being called Bunny by anyone she isn't close to✤
|Goals/Dreams| Winter wants nothing more than to be a successful director, and to get recognition for her work. She also wishes nothing more than to help
|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
⚘Following orders⚘
⚘She knows a bit of Latin⚘
⚘Remembering things⚘
⚘Playing the piano⚘
|Flaws/Weakness|
⚘Indecisive⚘
⚘Slightly Messy⚘
⚘Overexcited/Jittery⚘
⚘Slightly shy⚘
|Hobbies| Making movies, of course, sewing and playing piano
|Fears|
øBeing left alone, or forgetting that money isn't everythingø
øThunder/loud soundsø
|Secrets|
✤She'd never really been in a real relationship before {{FC: Jon Kortajarena}}✤
✤She loves directing, but she sometimes wonders if it's right for her.✤
✤She has a strong dislike for being called Bunny by anyone she isn't close to✤
|Goals/Dreams| Winter wants nothing more than to be a successful director, and to get recognition for her work. She also wishes nothing more than to help
{"If that's alright with you, of course,". }
|Personality| Winter is very enthusiastic and passionate, though this can be both good and bad. She's very animate because of it, which helps her express herself (she's also fairly shy, so expressing herself without actually having to interact is a skill she's quite adept at). This trait, however, also makes her every shade of emotional at times- easily scared, easily saddened, but very loving as well. She's timid, and oftentimes very subservient. Her mother compared her to a bunny growing up, as she displays many of the same qualities. She even twitches her nose like a bunny when she's confused. Winter has a history of being amazingly perceptive, as she likes to stay to the sidelines. She's quiet, but that isn't always a bad thing- it makes her an awfully good listener. She's loyal, though if her trust is broken she has trouble giving it back. Her best quality by far, however, is her intelligence. She's not math smart or science smart, but she's very interested in words, especially Latin words and odd words. She's got an amazing vocabulary, and a memory that could rival an elephant.
|Timid| |Subservient| |Enthusiastic| |Intelligent| |Perceptive|
|Timid| |Subservient| |Enthusiastic| |Intelligent| |Perceptive|
▲ Tea
▲ Music
▲ Making people happy
▲ Learning new words
▲ Directing
▲ Lazy days
▲ Clothing, especially clothing she made herself
▲
▼ Being called 'Bunny', unless the person is close to her
▼ Being pushed around
▼ Coffee, which is ironic
▼ Getting up late
▼ The notion that she won't be a director one day
{"You don't have to listen, if you don't care". }
|Place of Origin|
|Family Tree| - Mother - Jessica Waite- Living
-Father- Farris Waite- Deceased
-Sister- Amilia Waite Living
|Happiest Memory| For Winter, her happiest memory would be a tie between two. When her little sister was born, or when she was proposed to. She can recall every detail of both, and her sister is very important to her. Then again, so is her fiance so it's a toss-up.
|Saddest Memory| When her father died. It was very late at night, and she was on the phone with a friend, drawing designs for costumes, and eating dinner all at the same time. Her mother got the call and Winter can see the look on her face when she came rushing in to tell her that her father had died. It was horrible, and Winter cried harder than she's ever had in her life.
|Family Tree| - Mother - Jessica Waite- Living
-Father- Farris Waite- Deceased
-Sister- Amilia Waite Living
|Happiest Memory| For Winter, her happiest memory would be a tie between two. When her little sister was born, or when she was proposed to. She can recall every detail of both, and her sister is very important to her. Then again, so is her fiance so it's a toss-up.
|Saddest Memory| When her father died. It was very late at night, and she was on the phone with a friend, drawing designs for costumes, and eating dinner all at the same time. Her mother got the call and Winter can see the look on her face when she came rushing in to tell her that her father had died. It was horrible, and Winter cried harder than she's ever had in her life.
{"What's done is done,". }
|History| Winter was born into a middle-class family on a middle-class street in the middle of middle-class San Fran. She could see the golden gate bridge in the distance if she looked hard enough. Winter had a fairly happy childhood, though she was always the small, shy one that didn't like to talk unless told to. Teachers loved her for it. Her home life was okay, her father and mother fought from time to time but that was all right. Everyone fights. Winter is to this day the spitting image of her mother- reserved, serving, and quick-to-the-point. It wasn't like Winter's father hit her mother or demanded much of his wife, that's just the way her mother is and the way her mother likes to live her life. Winter, however, was always a little different from her mother in a big way- she wanted to go places. Her mother was fine with being a stay-at-home mother and to cook meals all day and be a trophy wife, but Winter found her passion in movies. She loves everything about them, always has. When she was ten she asked, if a bit timidly, if she could have a video camera for her birthday. Her mother had stopped cooking dinner, asked her why, and then after Winter had explained she had said "Of course, Bunny. Set the table, will you?" in a motherly voice. Winter was ecstatic. By the time her birthday rolled around the next month, Winter had already sewn the costumes required- she had to sneak into her mother's sewing room- and had a friend help her write the script. Winter never was the best writer in the world. She had a group of friends help her with it- none of them were good actors or could work behind the scenes at all but Winter was only eleven and that was the best she had. She recognized the film itself was trash, but she couldn't help but love it anyways because it was her first film.
By the time high school rolled around, Winter couldn't see any future for her that wasn't in film. She wanted to direct. So, she took every course she thought would help, as well as a few after school clubs. She was in photography club, writing club (which she was kicked out of), three leadership courses (she barely passed those, mostly because she had trouble asking people to do things), video production, and one speech class she thought would help her get over her shyness. She failed that one more miserably than the writing club. Still, by the time she got out of high school, a boyfriend she loved dearly in tow, she thought she was ready to make films for real, though she wanted to go to college first. Credentials mean everything in film.
The problem was, after her father died, her family was hit hard. Winter's father was the only worker in the family and well, her mother had never done any work outside the home. So, when her father died in a car wreak, her mother had to find a job and survive on savings until she did. She eventually found one, working as a seamstress for a local business, but the savings were basically gone by then. Winter didn't want to get by on only loans, and while Winter had qualified for a scholarship it would only pay for half of the education, not including housing, books, or anything else. So, Winter got a job. Thankfully, luck was with her and she landed a job with a famous film producer, something that paid well enough as well as giving her street cred for when she tries to get on her feet. Winter still kind of wants to go to college, but now being engaged and the fact that she has a person who knows how to get around in the film world in contact, she has put in on the back burner so so she can work on films, possibly indefinitely. It doesn't feel like such a loss, though.
{"I don't want to be abandoned,". }
Sleepless in the night
I try to lose my faith in you
Saying to myself,
"You can't be the right one for me"
And now that you are gone
I finally get a taste of freedom
Only problem is:
I don't really want to be free
I don't wanna be abandoned
I don't want to curse your name
I don't wanna feel the sadness
Pretending that I'm still the same
I don't want to burn your letters
I don't want to face the truth
I don't wanna be abandoned
I don't wanna waste my youth
You tried to suffocate with your pretence
And I believed in this shallow romance
I ran for cover but I couldn't hide
And still you tried to get me to abide
You scratched me like a perfume ad
Erasing all the feelings that I had
And all the time you faked this loneliness
Cause you wouldn't see my twisted mess
I don't wanna be abandoned
I don't want to curse your name
I don't wanna feel the sadness
Pretending that I'm still the same
I don't want to burn your letters
I don't want to face the truth
I don't wanna be abandoned
I don't wanna waste my youth
{"That's everything, I guess,". }
|Other|
❣Winter has always wanted a cat, but she's too afraid to ask if it would be alright.❣
❣Winter has always wanted a cat, but she's too afraid to ask if it would be alright.❣
