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Portia Lightwood

"My only rule- is don't fuck with me."

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

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Full Name-
"Portia. Nothing else." Portia (POUR- SHUH) Louise Lightwood.

Nickname-
"Portia. If you can come up with a way to shorten it, be my guest." Just Portia. There's really no way to shorten her name. A lot of people call her a bitch too, but she doesn't exactly consider that a nickname.

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Gender-
"Female. Wanna check?" Female.

Age-
"Nineteen and free." Nineteen. Legally able to get away from her parents.

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Role-
"Not one of those mutts, that's for sure. Female vampire two.

Appearance in Description-
"You've got two eyes. Use 'em." Portia practically radiates attitude. You can see it in something as simple as the way she stands; with one hip cocked to the side and her head held high. She walks with a swift pride that's hard not to notice. She makes no effort to hide who she is, and doesn't care if others don't like the way she acts or dresses. If they have a problem with it, she doesn't need them. This reflects as much in her outward appearance as it does her personality. Portia has extremely long hair that swings well to her hips. It's color is a deep, rich brown with black streaking throughout it. Portia doesn't style her hair and the only hair products she owns are a large brush and some hairspray. It takes long enough already to brush it out, why take even longer to style it? Naturally, it's full and messy, looking freshly tossed always, and she keeps it that way, not caring what the latest style is, prefering her easy to handle, natural hair. Framed by Portia's dark waves is her smooth, darkly tanned face. She spends all of her time outside, so her skin is always evenly tanned, plus her native American heritage gives it a natural tan during the winter. Portia's facial features are very defined. She has high cheekbones, a full mouth, almost too-big eyes framed by scrwany lashes, and a small nose. Her eyes are an unusually bright shade of emerald green, and the smallness of her other features makes them look even larger than they are. They're shocking and draw attention, so usually she hides them under a pair of shades.
When it comes to body-type, Portia is very athletic. She is great at nearly any sport, even if she sucks at art, math, and- well... everything else. She's a tall girl, standing at 5'10", she towers over most people. To her, it's the perfect height, because to others it can be intimidating. Due to her athletic nature and active lifestyle, Portia is slim and fit with very powerful muscles that make her great in a fight. For style, Portia is very open. During the winter, she typically wears sweatshirts and skinnys; during the fall and spring, she'll wear jeans and old t-shirts, and during the summertime, she'll wear nearly anything. Since she's tall, she's extremely fond of high heels, only adding to her intimidation. Tight dresses and mini pencil skirts with lacy blouses are her typical attire during the summer. She is very vain and loves looking classy and put together. Though she doesn't do much with her hair, she spends plenty of time making sure her clothes and makeup are absolutely perfect. It's a weakness of hers, her vanity, but she can't get over it.


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Personality-
"Haven't you heard what they say about me? I'm heartless. If you could sum up Portia perfectly in one word, it'd be ruthless. Her life has been anything but easy and she's taken it as she has everything else. With her fists swinging. Every word that comes out of her mouth drips with sarcasm and double-meaning. She doesn't care what others think of her and never will. As long as she likes what she sees in the mirror, who cares what everyone else thinks? Her confidence wasn't a gift though. She had a shitty home life and as every gift comes with a curse, she may have been blessed with pride, but was cursed with having absolutely no filter. She says what comes to her mind, making her very blunt. Along with this, Portia has almost no book smarts for she's never understood algebra and fails horribly every time she attempts art, but what she lacks in education, she makes up for in street smarts. She can hot-wire any car, break into any building, and pull off any con. She's an exceptional liar and an outstanding thief. She's ruthless and wicked, doing things simply because she wants to. If it doesn't benefit her, she wont do it.
The only people she loves are her brother, her sister, and herself. She doesn't waste time with people she doesn't need. She prefers to get straight down to the brutal truth of things and never sugar coats anything. Love and tenderness is not something she's ever had in her life and so she doesn't quite know how to express it, so it's not something she has. Portia rarely deals with her problems in healthy ways, but there's no other way she does know.
Portia refuses to follow rules. It's simple as that. She sees rules as bendable suggestions. To her, its up to you to chose whether you want to follow the rules or not. They're are simply choices and those who hold you back from choice are not worth your time. She has a tendency to break any restriction put in front of her, rebelling in any way possible. She prefers to give our orders, rather than be ordered around. When someone undermines her, they're immediately put on her hit list. If Portia makes a threat against you, you can be sure she'll carry it out for she'll hold a grudge until the day she dies. In all, Portia is a wicked, selfish girl.


Likes-
+ Breaking rules +
+ Thrills +
+ Power +
+ Feeling Important +
+ Clothes +
+ Makeup +
+ Cold weather +


Dislikes-
- Super hot days -
- Rain -
- People who ask stupid questions -
- Stupid people in general -
- Math -
- Being constrained -
- Being annoyed -


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Brief History-
"Well it's not exactly rainbows and butterflies, that's for sure." Portia and her two siblings have never had a simple life. As twins, Clinton and her were born at the same time to a Native American woman named Laila. Laila had been a hard worker in her early years, a sweet girl and the prettiest in town. She lived in a small little hick-town in the heart of Alabama. When a rich celebrity swept through town to shoot a movie, Laila was noticed immediately and the boy, Chaz, chased her diligently for a year. When he finally got her, the two of them were married and he got her pregnant not the week after. She had twins, and two years later, a little girl. The two of them were happy, and he was rich, able to provide the family with whatever they wanted. Though when Chaz's movie shooting ended, after three years of marriage, he had to return to the city. And Laila refused to to go with him. She was a country girl through-and-through. There would be nothing for her to do in the city. So Chaz, angry, left her, taking the twins with him in the middle of the night. He re-married a woman half his age as soon as he arrived in Hollywood. And Portia and Clinton were raised in a rough city life. Their father fell into drugs and lost his celebrity status. They were hauled along to parties, and their father took out a lot of his drunk anger on them.
Back in Alabama, Laila, heartbroken, lived in deep depression. Some days were good ones, and she was happy and loving like a mother should be. Other days, Christina could hardly draw her from her room. And after fourteen years of "keeping it together" for her daughter, Christina finally killed herself, leaving her weak daughter alone with no family. She had never even known her siblings or father, and was ripped from her country life to live with strangers in the city. She lived with them for two years, until Portia turned eighteen and had heard of an island. And island for people like them. So they left. And now they're living on the vampire island.


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Theme Song-
Fly- Nikki minaj & Rihanna

Other-
"Seashell"

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So begins...

Portia 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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Portia Lightwood stood on the shore of her island, a small smirk on her full lips. One fang pricked her bottom lip slightly as she watched her sister's little white death-boat disappear in the distance. One arm was slung over her hip, the other raised, using her hand to shade her eyes from the sun so she could see better. In the hand on her hip, hung a pair of glittering silver heels. She couldn't wear them in the sand without sinking straight down so she'd taken them off and now stood on the beach in her bare feet and a velvet black dress. A good club look. Too bad there were no clubs on the island.

Her emerald eyes narrowed when Clinton and her little sister reached close to the island across the way and Clinton rose, throwing the tiny shape of her sister into the brutal waves. Portia grinned wickedly, but the wind picked up quickly and as quick as the smile had appeared, it had disappeared, replaced by annoyance as she fought to hold her long black hair in place. Clinton began rowing back and she watched her sister's bound-up form struggle in the water. She'd bound her too-tight on purpose. The little bitch was going over there pretending to be banished. Why not complete their story?

Portia tugged on the edge of her dress as she waited for Clinton to make it back. When he was on shore, she ran out to meet him, letting him haul in the white row-boat on his own. "Think she can do it?" Portia asked with a slight smile at the thought of her perfect little sister failing at something. For once.

Clinton rolled his eyes in slight annoyance when his twin ran out to meet him at the water, but let him carry the load of the boat. "You know Portia, it would be nice if you actually did some labor every once in a while." He grumbled before answering her. He looked up at the smug look on her face and glanced at the glittering heels swinging carelessly in her hand before looking back down at the sand again with his own smile. "Not a chance. They'll kill her before she even utters a word." He laughed lightly and threw the boat down, ushering his sister off the beach and up onto the path that lead to the mansion. When they reached the house, he noted how she let him get the door for her.

"Well if she dies, we've got that nosy little slut off our hands and if she lives, we've got a successful spy. It's a win-win situation." His sister let out a dreamy sigh. "God I'm such a genius." Clinton scoffed and nudged her gently.

"Watch it girl, you get any bigger of a head and you wont be able to hold it up." He reveled in the sneer she shot him and sighed. What Portia had said was true though. Christina was nothing but a little country girl they'd only known for a few years and nothing but a problem. Literally all she did was annoy. She was perfect. She could lie perfectly, steal perfectly, flirt perfectly, had that sweet little country accent, her tiny little delicate frame, and that oh-so-innocent first appearance. It was sickening. Plus, she'd gotten to live with their mother while Portia and himself had been stuck with their piece-of-shit dad. Christina had never ever talked about their mother, but Clinton had guessed that her little country life was just that. Simple and perfect. Giving Portia and him enough reason to hate her.

Portia rolled her eyes at her brother. "Oh please, you know it's true." She stuck out her tongue and laughed, placing a hand on his shoulder for balance as she slipped back into her heels. Instantly, she gained an inch on her brother though she was still shorter than him, the two of them together were enough to intimidate anyone. Both tall and graceful. Oh. Then there was the part about the fangs and the ruthlessness and what-not. "Come on." She gestured. "Let's go tell Katherine."

Together, they made their way out to where Katherine was and Portia smiled at their Coven leader. "Katherine!" She beamed. "We just sent Christina out." She reported. "If all goes well she promised to report to us by tonight. If not, she was killed." Her green eyes blinked hopefully even though her face held a smile.