Quote: "...." She looks around and then looks down in silence.
Name: Warp Witters
One of her favorite dresses
Age: Sixteen
Birthday: 19 September
Race: Human, but not too sure
Natural Hair Color: Silver/White
Eye Color: Copper, reddish tone
Skin Tone: Fair, closer to a pale complexion
Piercings: None
Tattoos/Markings: Scars by her shoulder blades
Blood Type: O
Height: 5'3 inches
Zodiac Sign: Virgo
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Body Type: Slim, Frail, a lot of small features, very small waist and slight curves, close to a ballerina's body.
Interests Include:
Cooking, Cleaning, Art, Daydreaming, Walks in the Winter
Not So Fond Of: Silence, Treated as a Cripple, Bright Colors, Hot Weather, Aggressive People
Clothing Style: Gothic Lolita, frilly dresses and big bows, usually in black or gray, sometimes dark reds and browns, rarely wearing pants.
Bio: There was a baby abandoned one cold winter. No one knew where she came from or why she was brought here. She was dropped off in nothing but some dirty newspapers in front of an old, tattered looking house where lived a young, woman who was known as Ms. Witters. It was a dark, cold winter, but for Ms. Witters, it was the best day of her life. She was a widow of twenty years old at the time. When Warp was taken in, the young child was nurtured and cared for the best way the young woman knew how. Warp grew up in a small and quiet village for a while, never learning how to speak. When the girl was ten, she stumbled outside in the snow to a pocket watch which gave her extraordinary powers to manipulate time as well as communicate telepathically. Soon she had developed the ability to sprout black wings which may or may not have been a side effect from the watch, but the townspeople believed in superstitions and feared and alienated her and Ms. Witters for a while. It doesn't stop the two from living life to the fullest and they created a haven in their little home. At age 15, she left home to grow up in the city for a few months to go to school and bring some money home from working. She spent her free time using her developing powers, stalking through people's minds and dreams until she learned enough about the city life and its amazement and horrors to go back to the village, finding it destroyed to rubble. Though she is still able to crack a grin every so often, her heart breaks when she thinks of her adopted mother who died in the destruction, always hiding in dark corners of streets to sob.
Special Fact: She has photographic memory and can sketch, draw, or paint anything after seeing it for at least thirteen to fifteen seconds. If not, she would use her watch to briefly "pause" to get a good look before she would sit down to draw these images. It turns out that her real mother was a savant and had no ability to learn, but she was able to draw as well. She was last seen on a train traveling west about 3 months ago, described to look like a replica of Warp aside from aging, but she was not mute.
Birthday: 19 September
Race: Human, but not too sure
Natural Hair Color: Silver/White
Eye Color: Copper, reddish tone
Skin Tone: Fair, closer to a pale complexion
Piercings: None
Tattoos/Markings: Scars by her shoulder blades
Blood Type: O
Height: 5'3 inches
Zodiac Sign: Virgo
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Body Type: Slim, Frail, a lot of small features, very small waist and slight curves, close to a ballerina's body.
Interests Include:
Cooking, Cleaning, Art, Daydreaming, Walks in the Winter
Not So Fond Of: Silence, Treated as a Cripple, Bright Colors, Hot Weather, Aggressive People
Clothing Style: Gothic Lolita, frilly dresses and big bows, usually in black or gray, sometimes dark reds and browns, rarely wearing pants.
Bio: There was a baby abandoned one cold winter. No one knew where she came from or why she was brought here. She was dropped off in nothing but some dirty newspapers in front of an old, tattered looking house where lived a young, woman who was known as Ms. Witters. It was a dark, cold winter, but for Ms. Witters, it was the best day of her life. She was a widow of twenty years old at the time. When Warp was taken in, the young child was nurtured and cared for the best way the young woman knew how. Warp grew up in a small and quiet village for a while, never learning how to speak. When the girl was ten, she stumbled outside in the snow to a pocket watch which gave her extraordinary powers to manipulate time as well as communicate telepathically. Soon she had developed the ability to sprout black wings which may or may not have been a side effect from the watch, but the townspeople believed in superstitions and feared and alienated her and Ms. Witters for a while. It doesn't stop the two from living life to the fullest and they created a haven in their little home. At age 15, she left home to grow up in the city for a few months to go to school and bring some money home from working. She spent her free time using her developing powers, stalking through people's minds and dreams until she learned enough about the city life and its amazement and horrors to go back to the village, finding it destroyed to rubble. Though she is still able to crack a grin every so often, her heart breaks when she thinks of her adopted mother who died in the destruction, always hiding in dark corners of streets to sob.
Special Fact: She has photographic memory and can sketch, draw, or paint anything after seeing it for at least thirteen to fifteen seconds. If not, she would use her watch to briefly "pause" to get a good look before she would sit down to draw these images. It turns out that her real mother was a savant and had no ability to learn, but she was able to draw as well. She was last seen on a train traveling west about 3 months ago, described to look like a replica of Warp aside from aging, but she was not mute.