Post by thea on Nov 15, 2005 22:41:38 GMT -5
Name (full name): Thestral Phi Nuepola
Refered to as: Thea
Age: 19
Gender: female
Hair: Black with purple streaks.
Eyes: Aqua
Skin: Fair and Pale.
Society: Rebel
Personality: A sick, twisted, risky little morbid wench with an evil and humorous way of looking upon others pain. She is arrogant and a smart ass. She loves to play around with men and give them a painful and most deserving surprise. She views the sex-hungry fiends with extremely low credibility.
Apperance: Not the elegant type, more grunge and poised. She has a Russian accent which slurrs her English words a bit. She knows Russian, Japanese, German, and English.
Past: At the age of 9 she moved from her home in Russia to a pleasant town in Japan, still run by old beliefs and life-style. The reasons for her leaving were to escape her father who molested her (one of the reasons she strongly dislikes men) and to find prosperity with her mother. After her house burned down and with it her mother, she was taken in by an old and very experienced man who came to be a very strict master, and a father she never had. He taught her the way of certain fighting styles and techniques, and ever so much, the way of the Katana.
Pictures:
Weapons:
Katana
Knife (family heirloom)
a lighter
and a Pistol
Her Baby
RP-ing Skills (give an example) --->
Rain fell like tears, tears caused by the dreadful demise the city had befallen. The old most likely dangerous buildings, were gray and forgotten, like the many angry people who seemed to inhabit the city.
A young girl with her hair a Pixie cut, walked down the street, her poise strides already foreshadowed her careless attitude, the attitude of one who has faced tragedy. The girl wore pervocative attire, which matched her daring way of life. Her build was thin and petite, but there was a slight tone of muscle in her body. The figure and build of the girl was explained through her life and training.
The perspective of the beautiful but twisted mind of such a wench held only thoughts of revenge and twisted entertainment. Thoughts raced through such an imagination, and made her realize something. The girl needed to put her ideas to use, or her satisfaction would be unsatisfactory itself. "Damn," she muttered free-mindedly to herself. The word represented many curious subjects on her behalf. The boredom was overwhelming, but tweaked up the urge to cure the simple day she had been going through. Perhaps she would spot a naive man to lead on and then betray within one hour. It sure would have been pleasing to see the expression on the fools face, such an accomplishment would have mad her day.
She stopped for but a moment, letting her arm stretch back to where a Katana was hung upon her back. Her hand stroked it's black case affectionately. Her delicate fingers caressing the detailed texture of a golden dragon design, occasionally. She inhaled and exhaled with a smile upon her proportionate face. Curious memories raced through her head as she stood there so quietly; fixedly in a trance.
Refered to as: Thea
Age: 19
Gender: female
Hair: Black with purple streaks.
Eyes: Aqua
Skin: Fair and Pale.
Society: Rebel
Personality: A sick, twisted, risky little morbid wench with an evil and humorous way of looking upon others pain. She is arrogant and a smart ass. She loves to play around with men and give them a painful and most deserving surprise. She views the sex-hungry fiends with extremely low credibility.
Apperance: Not the elegant type, more grunge and poised. She has a Russian accent which slurrs her English words a bit. She knows Russian, Japanese, German, and English.
Past: At the age of 9 she moved from her home in Russia to a pleasant town in Japan, still run by old beliefs and life-style. The reasons for her leaving were to escape her father who molested her (one of the reasons she strongly dislikes men) and to find prosperity with her mother. After her house burned down and with it her mother, she was taken in by an old and very experienced man who came to be a very strict master, and a father she never had. He taught her the way of certain fighting styles and techniques, and ever so much, the way of the Katana.
Pictures:
Weapons:
Katana
Knife (family heirloom)
a lighter
and a Pistol
Her Baby
RP-ing Skills (give an example) --->
Rain fell like tears, tears caused by the dreadful demise the city had befallen. The old most likely dangerous buildings, were gray and forgotten, like the many angry people who seemed to inhabit the city.
A young girl with her hair a Pixie cut, walked down the street, her poise strides already foreshadowed her careless attitude, the attitude of one who has faced tragedy. The girl wore pervocative attire, which matched her daring way of life. Her build was thin and petite, but there was a slight tone of muscle in her body. The figure and build of the girl was explained through her life and training.
The perspective of the beautiful but twisted mind of such a wench held only thoughts of revenge and twisted entertainment. Thoughts raced through such an imagination, and made her realize something. The girl needed to put her ideas to use, or her satisfaction would be unsatisfactory itself. "Damn," she muttered free-mindedly to herself. The word represented many curious subjects on her behalf. The boredom was overwhelming, but tweaked up the urge to cure the simple day she had been going through. Perhaps she would spot a naive man to lead on and then betray within one hour. It sure would have been pleasing to see the expression on the fools face, such an accomplishment would have mad her day.
She stopped for but a moment, letting her arm stretch back to where a Katana was hung upon her back. Her hand stroked it's black case affectionately. Her delicate fingers caressing the detailed texture of a golden dragon design, occasionally. She inhaled and exhaled with a smile upon her proportionate face. Curious memories raced through her head as she stood there so quietly; fixedly in a trance.