Post by Fyora on Jun 24, 2005 11:26:03 GMT -5
Name: Fyora Sandturn
Refered to as: Fi
Age: 27
Gender: female
Hair: black
Eyes: black with a hint of grey
Skin: tanned
Society: rebellious
Personality: she is sarcastic and tough. barely brakes a smile but is beautiful when she does. she likes to keep to herself and doesn't like help from others. all jobs are done alone.
Apperance: she has dark black hair that falls right past the shoulder. but she always has it up in whever way is the fastest and tightest to keep it out of her face. she always wears some soft of tank top so her arms can more freely and never wears any kind of dress always black pants. she is very well muscled all over.
Past: She didn't live in the greatest neighborhood, but did get a good education. Her parents had some money and sent her to a good school. She went through middle school, then her parents died in a drive by and she spent the rest of her school years in foster homes and failing grades. She didn't continue her school education past 10th grade. She dropped out and went to work in a bar. The owner let her live in the back room. She remained there until she got enough money to buy a car. When she was about 23 she fell in love but it only lasted a few months when her boyfriend was shot in a street brawl.
Weapons (include pics):http://www.firearmsmod.com/weapons/knife.jpg
Pictures: below
RP-ing Skills (give an example) --->
The streets were filled with water puddles from the overnight rain. The air was muggy and steam rose from the sewer covers. Some had flooded over keeping the streets from fully draining. Between the rows of shops were ally ways. Each had their own story they wanted to show. Some had chalk marks still on the ground while others had the occasional blood on the brick walls. Fyora walked through the community streets. Her shoes balanced her over the cracks in the cement sidewalks. She looked into the shops, a butcher, a hat salesman, a cleaners. All had kept their businesses running smoothly. Those who hadn't, had their shop windows broken and most of their goods stolen. Such was life in the city.
Fyora stopped in the buther's shop. The door bell rang when she opened the door which allerted Paul of her coming. He was a short, plump man that was always behind his counter. He kept the counter clean and shining to show the meats inside the cooler. The cooler was filled to the brim daily and rarely did you come back in the evening and find the cooler still half full. He never said where he got the cuts, but they were the freshed meats in town. Fyora walked over to the cooler and grabbed a fist size package. She examined it carefully. It was neatly wrapped with butcher paper and the label said good. She walked over to the counter and put the package infront of Paul.$1.17
Fyora pulled out the exact change then added another coin tot he total. Sorry I don't have more, but I don't want too much in my pockets. She put the package in the pocket that she took the change out of and started to walk out the door.
Paul spoke up quickly before she could put her hand on the doorknob. Do you need a job? He tilted his head a little to pass his question across as pure curiosity.
Fyora turned back to face him. She was looking at the her shoes. They were covered with mud. She looked back up, guilt across her face. You I haven't taken one since Kaj died.
Yes I know. But you are looking a little thin and your purchases are getting smaller and smaller by the day.
Fyora looked out the window, studying the shops across the street intently. She bit her lip in thought. Who from? She didn't turn to look at him. But she had a feeling she knew who it was from.
Cast, he needs a package delievered to the harbor. That's all I know.
Fyora went for the door at a normal pace covering the anger in her face. Tell him I'll meet him in the park tonight. She walked out into the street before Paul could give his reply. Her pace quickened a little as she headed for home. Her thoughts raced through her mind. Cast, she couldn't believe it. Last time she took a job from him, he got someone killed. Someone very close to her. She looked up just incase Cast was at the corner before her apartment. He wasn't there. A sigh of relief passed through her.
ooc:My muse is tapped out for now.
Refered to as: Fi
Age: 27
Gender: female
Hair: black
Eyes: black with a hint of grey
Skin: tanned
Society: rebellious
Personality: she is sarcastic and tough. barely brakes a smile but is beautiful when she does. she likes to keep to herself and doesn't like help from others. all jobs are done alone.
Apperance: she has dark black hair that falls right past the shoulder. but she always has it up in whever way is the fastest and tightest to keep it out of her face. she always wears some soft of tank top so her arms can more freely and never wears any kind of dress always black pants. she is very well muscled all over.
Past: She didn't live in the greatest neighborhood, but did get a good education. Her parents had some money and sent her to a good school. She went through middle school, then her parents died in a drive by and she spent the rest of her school years in foster homes and failing grades. She didn't continue her school education past 10th grade. She dropped out and went to work in a bar. The owner let her live in the back room. She remained there until she got enough money to buy a car. When she was about 23 she fell in love but it only lasted a few months when her boyfriend was shot in a street brawl.
Weapons (include pics):http://www.firearmsmod.com/weapons/knife.jpg
Pictures: below
RP-ing Skills (give an example) --->
The streets were filled with water puddles from the overnight rain. The air was muggy and steam rose from the sewer covers. Some had flooded over keeping the streets from fully draining. Between the rows of shops were ally ways. Each had their own story they wanted to show. Some had chalk marks still on the ground while others had the occasional blood on the brick walls. Fyora walked through the community streets. Her shoes balanced her over the cracks in the cement sidewalks. She looked into the shops, a butcher, a hat salesman, a cleaners. All had kept their businesses running smoothly. Those who hadn't, had their shop windows broken and most of their goods stolen. Such was life in the city.
Fyora stopped in the buther's shop. The door bell rang when she opened the door which allerted Paul of her coming. He was a short, plump man that was always behind his counter. He kept the counter clean and shining to show the meats inside the cooler. The cooler was filled to the brim daily and rarely did you come back in the evening and find the cooler still half full. He never said where he got the cuts, but they were the freshed meats in town. Fyora walked over to the cooler and grabbed a fist size package. She examined it carefully. It was neatly wrapped with butcher paper and the label said good. She walked over to the counter and put the package infront of Paul.$1.17
Fyora pulled out the exact change then added another coin tot he total. Sorry I don't have more, but I don't want too much in my pockets. She put the package in the pocket that she took the change out of and started to walk out the door.
Paul spoke up quickly before she could put her hand on the doorknob. Do you need a job? He tilted his head a little to pass his question across as pure curiosity.
Fyora turned back to face him. She was looking at the her shoes. They were covered with mud. She looked back up, guilt across her face. You I haven't taken one since Kaj died.
Yes I know. But you are looking a little thin and your purchases are getting smaller and smaller by the day.
Fyora looked out the window, studying the shops across the street intently. She bit her lip in thought. Who from? She didn't turn to look at him. But she had a feeling she knew who it was from.
Cast, he needs a package delievered to the harbor. That's all I know.
Fyora went for the door at a normal pace covering the anger in her face. Tell him I'll meet him in the park tonight. She walked out into the street before Paul could give his reply. Her pace quickened a little as she headed for home. Her thoughts raced through her mind. Cast, she couldn't believe it. Last time she took a job from him, he got someone killed. Someone very close to her. She looked up just incase Cast was at the corner before her apartment. He wasn't there. A sigh of relief passed through her.
ooc:My muse is tapped out for now.