Paige Mattise

[Paige Mattise]

Cannon or Original?: Cannon

Name: P'aige Madeline Mattise

Birthday: March 10, 1990

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Job:
-Works at Club Juliet Day
-Part-time ballet instructor to 5-7 year olds

Birthplace:Wagga Wagga, Australia

Residence: New York City

Race: Zodiac

Side: Good :]

Power(s): Clairvoyant: Ability to see into the future, sometimes even the past, or alternate dimensions.

Parents:
-Dad- Sean Mattise
-Mum- Margie Mattise

Siblings:
-sister(little)- Mackenzie Leavenworth (deceased)

Blood type: AB-

Pets:
Her orange kitten Cinnamon

Personality:
P'aige is the Loudest, most outgoing girl, you'll ever meet. She's crazy, and fun, and loves to be outside. You'll practically never find her inside. She's not afraid to tell you what you don't want to hear, she'll tell the truth almost 88 percent of the time. She's a fun loving, glass all the way full kind of girl. She loves to paint, and it's one of her favorite things, right after dancing. She's not a backstabber, but she will gossip...a lot. Downside...She has ADHD like no tomorrow. So it's hard to keep her on serious subjects. She like a little kid. Too cute to reprimand, but so annoying you just want to.


Likes:
-Your face :] just kidding
-Vegetarians
-Ballet Flats
-Indie Music
-Painting
-Hanging out and having a ball
-playing dress up

Dislikes:
-Know it alls
-Snobs
-Meat eaters(she's still friends with them)
-Evil leaders, demons.

Weapons?:
-anything around her, she usually carries a small dagger with her.
-she used to take karate as well so, she has some self defense moves, as well as dance training which, believe it or not, does come in handy.

Appearance:


-P'aige has shaggy blonde hair that touches the tops of her bossoms
-She's got a lot of tiny freckles (another nick name of hers is Freckles)
-Her eyes are light blue, and sparkle with joy
-She has the build of a dancer, so her legs are pretty darn tone (and long)
-She keeps in shape
-She's just a small kiddo anyway standing at 5'4
-She weigh 113(yeah small we know)

Attire
Normally you can catch Paige wearing tanks layered over each other, or hoodie tanks that have a low V neckline (which underneath she wears another tank =]) She pretty snazzy like that. Sometimes she’ll wear dresses with tank top underneath, because she doesn’t like cleavage, and she’ll most likely wear jeans. You’ll never catch her in heels though; it’s flats, or nothing at all. That’s how she rolls.

History:
Paige grew up in Wagga Wagga, Australia. Her father was a painter and her mother was a dancer. So she grew up in a very free willed environment. She is mostly her daddy's little girl and follows in her mothers footsteps to dancing. Paige, when she does paint, finds herself painting buildings, and landscapes, even the sky.

When she was seven her mother gave birth to her little sister Mackenzie, but a year later when P'aige was 8 and Mac was 1 the house caught fire. P'aige was the first to her little sister and tried to get her out but being only 8 it was hard for her. She was burned severly on her right hip, and her little sister died. The scar is a reminder of her life, and it's a part of her, she loves it, but hates it.

when Paige was thirteen her parents backed up and moved her to New York city. Her father opened an art studio, and sells his paintings. He has many all over the city, he's quite famous now. Her mother runs a dance studio, where P'aige teaches begginers ballet to little kids.

Sample RP:

A small rattling sound seeped into P'aige's blond head. It was her cell phone vibrating. Telling her to get her arse out of bed. Another day in the life of...P'aige Madeline Mattise. The flower child her parents had created, also hated waking up. She loved mornings...a lot. She just didn't like the waking up part. Her mouth always felt weird...and tasted bad. Her hair...well she didn't really change her hair from night to day, but everything else she had to change.

Her small(size 5) feet slipped out from the comfortable, puffy, bed spread and touched the cold wooden floor. She shuddered, and rolled herself out of bed, onto the floor. Not a smart move, because she landed with a loud thud, that most likely everyone in the hufflepuff common room could probably hear. Not that she cared. The floor felt nice, not really, it was quite cold. P'aige pushed herself up off the ground. First was first, wardrobe change. She dressed herself in ratty jeans and a hot pink tank top.

After brushing her teeth, and frumping her hair a bit she made her way downstairs where, to her surprise, no one was. Odd. "Hello! Anyone. Freaking A. It's Monday aren't you all suppose to be milling around, getting breakfast or something!" she shouted.

"5, 4 ,3, 2 ,1" Freckles counted to herself, and on one there was a thud, and some words shouted out, but they were muffled by the floor, and rug in her parents room. She loved waking her father up on mondays.

Celeb: K.T.

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[Caleb Hunter]

lol great bio and character accepted