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Christina Lightwood

"You know how they say good things come in small packages?"

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a character in “The Island of The Wolf”, as played by desire99600

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Full Name-
"Christina, but you can shorten it if you want." Christina Flower Lightwood

Nickname-
"Anything you want really." Chris, Christina, Chrissy, Tina, she doesn't care what you call her. Some people in her Alabama home called her Flower, as long as it's not a bad one, you can give her any nickname you'd like.

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Gender-
Female.

Age-
Seventeen years old.

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Role-
"I'm a vampire." Vampire female 3.

Appearance in Description-
"You know how they say good things come in small packages?" Christina is just that- a small package. She's a petite little things with a slender figure and thin bones. She stands at a height of five feet, six inches. She has a small, delicate build and looks extremely breakable, even if she's anything but. While her sister has the deep Native American hair of her mother, and her brother has the lighter blonde of their father, Christina has something in between. It's a rich caramel brown and lays in pretty waves, sometimes, curls, depending on how they dry after a shower. Her bangs sweep across her Native-American-tanned skin. Being a country girl, Christina's life has consisted mainly outdoors for she had never had an xbox or video games like other kids. This makes her skin even darker than it's natural tan. Framed by the thick eyelashes of her mother, Christina is the only child of her family to have sparkling blue eyes; Which are only made bluer by her tanned skin and brown hair. Her cheeks are rounder then her siblings, giving her a softer, less harsh look.
As far as style goes, Christina is country, born-and-raised. She wears skirts on Sundays when she goes to church, but every other day of the week it's tight jeans, shorts, or a swim suit. Her tops consist of old logo t-shirts, tank-tops, logo sweatshirts, and flannel with a few nice church blouses sprinkled in here and there. She really detests the classy, city style of her brother and sister, and never ever wears heels, preferring old beat up riding boots to them any day. As far as body-piercings and tattoos go, Christina has only one belly ring that looks like: This.

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Personality-
"Don't let my size fool you. I can pack a punch." As she grew up in a small town in Alabama, Christina is a very rough type of personality. She's not the typical girl. She prefers old jeans over a skirt and cowgirl boots over high heels. As long as her clothing does it's job, Chrissy doesn't care what brand it is. She's a really carefree girl, not caring what anyone but her siblings think of her. As she was left alone at a young age, and forced on a very different lifestyle then her original one, Christina was anxious to prove herself to anyone who would take her, and now she wishes for nothing more than the acceptance of her siblings. Back at home, in Alabama, Christina was a wild child. Not so much the sarcastic wicked girl her city-slicker of a sister is, but more of a rule-bending, plotting type of girl. Her entire life, she's been an exceptional liar. Able to flirt any boy in town to his knees, call up tears on a whim, and cover up her tracks. Along with this, she's a notorious thief. She can lift anything off of someone without even a blink. Back in her town, Chrissy was the rebel child that the adults looked out for, the girls stayed away from, and the boys accepted. Her two best friends were boys who convinced her to use her lying gifts to get into all sorts of trouble from stealing, to skipping school, to staying out late.
And though Christina could lie well, once you got to know her, she's a sweet girl with a shy nature. Her ability to lie simply helps her put on a facade for others. When you start to become friends with her, you see that she's extremely naive and innocent. She's easy to convince, extremely shy, and often very gullible.

Likes
+ Countrysides +
+ Stealing +
+ Feeling loved +
+ Acceptance +
+ Hot days +
+ Sunshine +
+ Close friends +
+ Flowers +
+ Nature +
+ Coffee +
+ The color purple +

Dislikes-
- Cities -
- Feeling left out -
- getting in trouble -
- Being yelled at -
- Being talked about -
- Being ignored -
- Cold weather -
- Chocolate -
- Weeds -
- Video games -
- The color yellow -


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Quirks-
"There's plenty of weird things I do. They make me different from everyone else."
  • Her "tell" for when she's lying, nervous, or hiding something is when she touches the opal necklace at her throat.
  • She hates chocolate, unlike most girls
  • Christina has no sense of athleticism or coordination. She's a horrible klutz.
  • Her mother is her greatest weakness. It's the only subject she has trouble covering up or lying about.
  • She's always wanted to see a dolphin
  • If she thinks you're cute, she'll bite her lip
  • She's extremely gullible
  • She's easily frightened.
  • Absolutely can't kill anything. Not even spiders.
Brief History-
See Portia Lightwood's.

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Theme Song-
Nothin' Better to Do- LeAnn Rimes

Other-
"Seashell"

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So begins...

Christina Lightwood's Story

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Character Portrait: Portia Lightwood Character Portrait: Christina Lightwood Character Portrait: Clinton Lightwood
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The boat rocked gently as it drifted over clear blue water. Behind the boat, lay one island, ahead another, and in the boat itself sat Christina Lightwood. Her dainty wrists were tied so tightly together with a rope that blood dripped down slowly onto the white sea-washed boards of the little row-boat. Part of the illusion. She told herself through the pain, but still- Did Portia have to tie it that tight? In front of her, sat Clinton, her brother, rowing the boat for her. His eyes never left her as he rowed her to what could possibly be her death, and Christina found that if she looked up and met his emerald gaze, there was a startling amount of distaste there. So she kept her aqua gaze on the bottom of the boat and her blood.

As she always did when thinking deeply, Christina ran her tongue along her top row of teeth, feeling the two unusually sharp fangs there. Those two fangs were probably going to get her killed. But she had to do it. Portia, Clinton, and the other vampires would be counting on her. She'd be able to prove herself to her siblings and possibly win acceptance into their tight partnership. She glanced at Clinton again quickly before looking back down. Still the hateful green eyes. Why? What had she ever done? She had to be brave and do it. No other vampire could spin a lie quite like her. At this, a sly smile came to her lips for she knew Portia had always been jealous of her ability to change personalities in an instant in order to pull of a scam. It made her untrustworthy, but surely she wasn't anywhere near as bad as Portia? The thought of her sister made her wince slightly. Wicked, horrible, but beautiful Portia. Even if you were her friend, you never knew if she'd stab you in the back. This was all her idea.

"This is as far as I can take you Chris." Clinton's voice brought her back to the surface of her own mind and Christina looked up at him. No goodbye. He'd just rowed his baby sister to the shore of her death and no goodbye. That was why her task was so important. She had to gain their trust. Christina looked past him at the shore of the werewolf island and fear caught her momentarily. She was to be a spy. Clinton was supposed to row her near the shore and then throw her off the boat as if he were banishing her. Then she was supposed to work her way into the wolves lives and feed the vampires secrets. An extremely deadly task. But Christina was ready. "Pleeeeeease do it sis?" She remembered Portia's pleading voice. "No one else can lie like you. Hell, you could make someone think their own blood was wine." And feeling wanted by her sister felt so good, Cristy had had no choice but to accept. And now here she was.

As Clinton rose, ready to put on their little charade in case anyone was watching (though the beach looked empty) Christina knew this was it. She had to pull off her con perfectly or the werewolves would kill her instantly. There was no doubt about it. In the next second, conjured up tears rolled down her cheeks and she worked herself up into fake hysterics. "No! Clinton no! Please, please please!" She heaved in a dry sob and shook her head wildly as if afraid of the island. "Shut up!" Her brother ordered, slapping her hard across the face and yanking her to her feet. The boat rocked dangerously and Christina's sobs rose an octave. "I'm sorry!" She shrieked, and was rewarded by a sharp shove, throwing her face first into the cold water.

Her mouth filled with salty water from her sobbing and she choked, struggling to stand with her hands still bound behind her back. Wouldn't it be ironic if they'd planned all this out, and she drowned before she even reached the island? But she was able to get on her feet weakly again as her knees shook, the waves coming in and out pulled and pushed her about, threatening to send her back into the water. Clinton was already halfway back to the island of vampires where her sister waited on the shore. Sobbing still, Christina began to make her way towards the beach. It was hard work, staying upright, her body was continually pushed and pulled by the waves, and sometimes a big one would come and she'd fall back into the water. Why the fuck are the ropes necessary? Do they have any idea how hard it is to swim to shore with no arms?! She cursed her siblings in her head. Though it added to her pitiful, victim-type look.

When she finally reached the soft sand, Christina let herself drop to her knees and sit there for a second, sobbing and looking around the island in fright, as if every little sound made her jump. It was an excellent display she was putting on. "Don't talk to anyone but the leader Chrissy. Don't accept any of them unless they threaten to kill you. We need you out there." Portia's departing words bounced around in her mind. Sad that her sister's last words to her weren't words of worry or encouragement. No. They were meant to keep her alive only because they "needed her."

Finally standing, Christina continued her crying as she stumbled down the beach towards where she knew the mansion was, as well as, the arriving group of werewolves and their leader Cedric. Cedric please be merciful. She willed in her head as she cried. Her crying was spot on and so was her look. Now all she needed was Cedric's approval. As she walked towards figures she could now make out, Christina's caramel-colored hair dripped water down her back and she tripped over a rock, accidentally coating her wet body with sand. At least she looked pitiful. Even if it was annoying to trip every ten seconds. Stading she started again, her crying becoming a little softer. The figures were now individual shapes. Inside her chest, Christina's heart pounded so loud she was sure the whole world could hear it.


OOC: First post for Christina, I'll put an individual post from, both, Portia & Clinton on my next one. Not much time right now. I didn't really have time to read over everything specifically though so if there's something off about it like locations or time, please just work around it. Hope it's good (:

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Christina could tell that the werewolves had noticed her. At least three of them had. The honey smell of their blood grew stronger and stronger as she got closer and she had to squeeze her hands together hard to keep from going crazy. This whole stupid idea is a set up. They want me dead. I know it. She thought as she neared. Her fear escalated, sending her heart-rate racing. Well at least she didn't have to fake the fear. That much was real. When finally, she was close enough, the tallest of the four who had noticed her stood and faced her fully.

"Stop where you are!" Christina knew this one was the alpha. Cedric. He had to be. Only the alpha could have said that small sentence so forcefully, that she actually winced. Her eyes shut tightly and she stopped, tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't want to open her eyes. Didn't want to look around and see all the hatred on their faces. But slowly, Christina pried her aqua eyes open. The alpha, Cedric, now had a girl and another boy beside him. "Vampire?" She heard the girl ask and Chrissy began to shake, her knees threatening to give out.

"State who you are and your purpose here now or you will slaughtered where you stand." The cold voice of the alpha ordered and Christina looked up to meet his eyes, pouring all her fear into her blue gaze before dropping to the sand on her knees, sobbing. Make them believe you girl. This is it. Fuck it up and you're dead. Her head spun, and she leaned forwards over her knees. Her hands were still tightly tied behind her back and her hair fell to the sand.

"Please no!" She sobbed, heaves racking her body. Not too much, but not too little. She couldn't over-do it either. "Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She repeated like a girl in hysteria. At least she was doing good. If they decided to kill her, it would only be out of hatred for her race. Christina knew she should stay in her submissive pose, so as not to offend them, but she had to see if her charade was working. Heart pounding, she lifted her eyes slightly. The girl was standing stiffly, body shaking. And not the way Chrissy's small form was. No. This girl's body was shaking with anger. Immediately, fear flooded her again and she dropped her eyes back down, focusing on the smell of her own blood running down her wrists to keep her from going insane.

"Let's just kill her now, Cedric," Christina heard the girl hiss towards her, causing her to coke on her sobs and cough into the sand, shaking so violently, she thought her delicate form would break until it finally stopped. That was the thing about Christina. She looked harmless, but really was anything but. "Not until we hear what she has to say." She heard Cedric say and thanked him silently in her head.

Now's your time. Do it or let them kill you. Chris urged herself on. "No! Please! don't kill me! I mean no harm! I swear!" She managed to choke out. The opal pendant at the base of her neck began to burn against her skin. Not literally of course, but sort of like an itch you have to scratch. The necklace was her "tell". People who knew her really well knew she was lying if she touched it's pendant. Now, her hands were tied behind her back so she couldn't and she felt as though she needed to. To keep herself on task. "Please." She whispered, sobs slowing a little more this time. "I'm sorry... The other vampires banished me here. They told me that you would kill me and if you sent me back, they would kill me." Her hands still shook as she lied, knuckles whitening where they gripped each other. A wind blew and she shivered slightly, cold and wet. Please, please have mercy.

OOC:Bleh. Not my best. Just saying, I was a bit confused on who said what, but I think I got it right. If I didn't, I'm sorry.