CoAIII OOC; just moving it here

Username: WildfireLyric
Character name: Agate Armstrong
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Species: Quetzalcoatl Hybrid (maternal)
Aspect: Earth
Appearance: Agate has the stereotypical appearance of a, simply put, nerd. Thick, perfectly circular glasses frame her face in the most unflattering way, making her weary yet intelligent chestnut-brown eyes appear to be be the size of dinner plates. In those eyes, one can detect the presence of both Agate’s human and dragon heritage. Small, but visible luster red horns are curvature from her head. Agate’s body structure looks like an anthropomorphic dragon’s build. She is what you would call a “late-bloomer”, both in human and dragon terms. She is 5’2” at about 90 pounds (yes, she’s very small). Her body is an agate red hue, which is sort of a red-brown. Her underbelly is a simple shade of tan. Horizontal lines run across her tan area from her neck to her tail. Agate’s mother is a quetzalcoatl, giving her many unique characteristics. Her head basically mimics the shape of her dragon mother, with a mop of feathers that once harbored an array of colors, but a lack of grooming and a lifetime in the mines has turned her feathers into a sooty and mottled mess. This goes the same for the wings on Agate’s back. Her “hair” is long and tangled. She normally has her feathers tied back in a low, careless ponytail, just to keep it out of her way. Her whole body is also long and slender like a quetzalcoatl. She lacks legs, having the tail of a quetzalcoatl instead (with tuffs of feathers at the end of the tail). The end of the tail remains horizontal to and on the ground, making it stable enough to keep upright. She basically looks like a very unkempt mermaid. Agate maneuvers by slithering around on her tail (or flying, of course), while keeping her body upright like a human. She possesses two arms, sporting claws to defend herself. Her wardrobe mainly consists of those “nerdy” glasses (with the tape included) and a simple deep, yet not rich, brown polo, with a lighter brown trim for the collar and the section at the bottom of the polo. On the left side of her polo, under her collar, lies a hastily sewn pen-pocket. Imprinted on this pocket is the logo for Armstrong’s Mining Co., which was a sturdy-looking dwarf with pickaxe, mining for his fortune. If Agate just exchanged her glasses for a more stylish pair and cleaned her self up, she would actually be quite beautiful.
Abilities: Agate has one breath weapon and one summoning ability. The former allows her to blast sand out of her mouth (which is actually quite useful. You’ll see why). The latter is the ability to move rocks telepathically (a good-sized boulder could render someone unconscious). She also knows to make many potions and items from the earth, like ones with healing and purifying properties.
Occupation: Agate and the rest of her family, until recently, worked at Armstrong’s Mining Co., a small mining location and museum in North Carolina. It had been in Agate’s father’s family for generations. Each member of the family had a part in the business. Agate worked at identifying the mined rocks and recording their measurements. At least, that’s what she did until they went out of business from bankruptcy. With their whole family out of work, Agate’s parents sent their three oldest children in search of work in order to support their large family. Being one of the oldest, Agate is currently searching for a job, but, so far, hasn’t succeeded in finding one.
Personality/Bio: Agate is the nervous type, with zero-confidence. She’s just highly sensitive to others‘ words. She can’t bear the weight of even the slightest remark that even seems just a tad bit rude. If someone says something that upsets her, she’ll either stand there quietly or nervously laugh. On rarer occasions (but not obsolete) she responds to these unsettling comments calmly and cooly. However she responds, she always cries afterwards. She saves the tears once she reaches solitude.
At school, she sits alone. At home, she is usually ignored. The entire family lives in a cramped cave under their family business, Armstrong’s Mining Co.. Agate lives in a family of seventeen (“individual attention” is not a common phrase in the Armstrong household). Naturally, she is lonely, even craving attention. Others view her quite differently from how she feels, though. They believe that since she is very quiet and doesn’t talk to anyone that she wants to be left alone. In reality, she is unsure of how to approach people, and desperately wishes others would come to her. Her small voice is often overrun by other people the rare times she gets to engage in conversation, never allowing her to get a word in edgewise. Naturally, when she does get the chance to speak, she tends to ramble, often trailing off when she realizes people have lost interest. Agate wishes to branch out and gain more confidence, but she can’t even adjust her appearance so that people will respect her more (like her hair-feathers and wings). She’s one of those people/dragons that can set her mind to something, but can’t follow the motions to get that something accomplished.
Writing is Agate’s vent. It’s where she can truly express herself, where her real voice is. She normally goes for the darker poems dripping with drama, but lately she has been writing an autobiography of her life. To get it onto paper really helps when it comes to Agate.
((I have a feeling that her personality will flourish throughout the story.))
Theme song: “Charlie Brown” (Coldplay’s and Joe Barnard’s versions): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbFTasfQFt4&feature=related and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=goCCOub38nE&feature...list=FL9gRnd3QDVyH3mGacd_YkPg. I think the feeling of these songs just match, because they emit an almost lonely feel to me. Agate is also disliked by all like Charlie Brown was. “Science Genius Girl” by Freezepop also kind of matches her intelligent side: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3EHBPsTMW8&feature...L9gRnd3QDVyH3mGacd_YkPg&lf=BFp
Other: http://forum.spore.com/jforum/posts/list/15/53771.page More people should read your guide, that’s for sure.


Short writing sample:

Chooooo, chooooo!! The weary train hissed to a halt, causing one of its just-as-weary passengers to awake with a jolt. Or what should have been a jolt. You see, this particular passenger was, er, how to say, bovine. Of course, that’s not to say that she was witless and slow (as the word implies)--she just appeared that way. For as this passenger attempted to tear herself from the world of dreams she had previously been immersed in, she wore an expression on her face that made a goldfish look scholarly.

The passenger’s dragon maw opened as wide as a gaping cave, spewing foul morning breath directly into the face of a shrewd-looking man in his sixties. From his sour countenance, one could guess this was not how he intended to wake up. “Aim the other way, you filthy half-breed!” The man scowled, promptly whipping out a newspaper to shield himself from future attacks, but not before spitting on the young hybrid’s face.

“Hmmm... I’ve dealt with worse, I’m afraid,” she stated with a sigh, wiping the man’s excess saliva on her fraying brown polo. “We dragon/human hybrids don’t get a lot of respect.” This wasn’t entirely true, however. Just like the human race contained all from celebrities to losers, hybrids like this passenger were classified in the same way. In fact, two of her siblings in which she was triplets with were quite popular. Amethyst, with her alluring features, was on her way to becoming a famous model (in which she couldn’t possibly fail at). Axinite, while as visually pleasing as a disfigured paternal hybrid (even though he was a maternal hybrid), he was physically gifted, opening up many desirable paths for him. It was certain that they would find their fortunes. This particular hybrid, on the other hand...

The passenger dug out her glasses, which had been wedged between the cushions in the seat. Having been fallen off during her slumber, they were slightly bent in the middle. The hybrid solved this problem by adding more tape. She then slipped on her perfectly round, battered glasses. It was like the previous “yawning monster” had been a completely different being, for here, on this weary train was none other than Agate Armstrong, a geologist from the bankrupted business of Armstrong’s Mining Co. in North Carolina, who was in pursuit of another rock-related occupation in West Virginia. Only, now that she had her glasses on, Agate could detect the newborn sun, tentatively going for his first crawl. He emerged from beneath the horizon created from the stretch of flat plains, bringing clouds like cotton candy with him. Agate could almost taste them...

“Hold on--the newborn sun?!” Agate exclaimed. Flat plains!? Cotton candy clouds!?!” Propelling herself from her seat, she leapt over several annoyed passengers (one of them being that shrewd man that still bore that sour look) and into the aisle. “Did I miss my sto--”

“Welcome to Jessica, Texas.”