Post by Sleeper on Mar 17, 2012 18:08:23 GMT -5
Eliza Castling
-- INFORMATION
[/size]MIDDLE NAME: Juniper.
LAST NAME: Castling.
NICKNAMES: Elizabeth, Eli, Elly, Liza, June, Rapunzel, Goldilocks, Princess.
SPECIES: Human.
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.
RELIGION: Christian.
GENDER: Female.
BIRTHPLACE: Unknown.
BIRTHDAY: May 26th.
AGE: 18.
MEMBER GROUP: Human.
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-- APPEARANCE
[/size]HAIR COLOR: Blonde.
HEIGHT: 5' 5''.
WEIGHT: 110 lbs.
DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS: Cat-slitted pupils and sharp, pointed teeth.
SCARS: Three slashing scars bisecting her rib cage.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: None.
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-- PERSONALITY
[/size]DISLIKES: The Cold, Violence, Yelling, Crying.
HOBBIES: Singing, Whistling, Humming, Reading, Exploring, Making Friends, Keeping the Peace.
FEARS: The Dark, Dieing, Murdering Someone, Freezing to Death, Heights.
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-- HISTORY
[/size]FATHER: Unknown.
SIBLINGS: Unkown.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.
CHILDREN: None.
OTHER: Unkown.
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-- ABILITIES
STRENGTHS: Peace Making, Charismatic, Small Stature, Quick Wit, Sharp Teeth.
WEAKNESSES: Pacifist, Terrible Acting, No Ability to Lie Convincingly.
WEAPONS: Small concealed dagger.
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-- YOU THE RP'ER
[/size]RP'ING FOR HOW LONG: 6 years.
TIME ZONE: PCT.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None here.
RP SAMPLE:
Hues of orange, blue, green, and pink blended together in an array of the desert version of a rainbow. The expressive colors painted the landscape before Fenrryn as she gazed about herself. She was in a small desert where the brown, red of dehydrated soil and the gray-green of sturdy plants was a wash of dizzying color. There was no end in sight to the waterless sea of sandstone and tenacious shrubs that clung to life. The air was dry and thick down Fen’s throat as she sucked in a breath at the sheer vastness of the enchanted place. The air clung to her throat on its way to her lungs like a hot trickle of syrup. She could physically feel the air slide down her throat. Heat blasted her small body in a tight embrace as she stood looking out towards the horizon. The heat prickled her skin causing light perspiration to appear on her being. The whistling, lonely howl of wind passing through the desert canyon played a lonesome melody to her ears that called out to her very soul.
Though the sight was magnificent and the heat wonderfully wound around her body, the cold that chilled her heart still remained. The chill was caused by many things; her past, the fear and realization that someone knew her tale, and the aching loneliness that had been inspired by a certain person. Fenrryn licked her lips in nervous patience as she waited for the inevitable appearance of her memories. Fear grabbed hold of her body every time she thought about what could happen, how she’d react. There was no telling what she would do during a desperate time. The uncertainty that her own body could betray her and that her logic would falter terrified Fen. She bided her time, waiting, wondering, and hoping that she had finally gained a foothold on her fears.
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