Post by ladycreggaroseeyes on Apr 14, 2011 19:23:35 GMT -6
Name: Moon Divina
Age: 19
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 140 lbs.
Gender: Female
Race: Human Illusionist.
Appearance: Moon has a distanced, calculating look about her. She appears almost dazed, but if one were to look in her eyes, they'd see the deep intelligence and careful plotting of a strategist and born leader, perhaps lacking a body to lead, gone along the path of solitude and deviousness. She has long, straight black hair that is layered carefully to frame her angular face. Prominent cheekbones dominate the majority of her pale, snow-colored face, sharply contrasting with her deep brown eyes. Her complexion is clear and shiny, like that of a Chinese doll. Long black lashes adorn her almond shaped eyes, curling upwards in a delicate swerve. Her nose is perfectly proportioned and straight. Full, naturally red lips adorn her face. These features together give Moon a very strange appearance indeed, despite the fact that many illusionists are quite average looking. She is slim and tall, her body muscled and lean, but not overso. Moon has long, strengthened legs that she can run quite fast on. Her fingers are thin and dainty, but able.
Personality: Moon is very tough and hard-skinned. But once you reach past her overly hostile exterior, a warm-hearted and soft girl is exposed. She has never taken a life and does not wish to do so, but if her hand is pushed, she may. She speaks brilliantly and without a lack of forethought; elegance and eloquence are her main objectives, for they woo a simple mind.
Background: Moon has long been a solitary human. She pretends to hate people, but in her heart she longs for contact and companionship. She grew up on a lonely, secluded farm with her worn and overworked parents. As she grew, she learned to love caring and reaping the land's benefits. In her love of wild plants and such, she continued to care for them and found that nature bestowed upon her the powers of an illusionist. When her parents could no longer support their small family with the shrinking amount of land they possessed, with more and more claimed by hostile neighbors, she used these powers to make her family believe she was dead, drowned in the nearby river. She found it the only way they would ever let her ease their burden by leaving at the young age of 14. However she was confident in her own abilities as an illusionist, reveling in the powers she had only ever read scarcely about. Her own heart did not break to leave them, lest it damaged her ability to love again.
Roleplay Sample: (I assume this does not have to do with the current character. I will incorporate an intro I have used for other Roleplays.) In the small town of Curmwell, not much goes on. Not much of any great magnitude. Most winters, much like this one, time is spent preparing for the many weeks of cold snow that are sure to come. It's early winter and the blizzards have not arrived yet. People are rushing about most of the time preparing for Christmas and the New Year. In the somewhat heady bustle of the holidays, nobody has noticed the small, weatherworn stand that has appeared about a mile away from town. It stands abandoned next to the old cornfield, a common place for restless teenagers to escape the generic boredom of Curmwell. The corn stalks have long been dead by this time of winter, and they lay strewn across the ground, dying. The farmer who tends this place in the spring doesn't bother removing the dead stalks.
The stand is a rickety old wooden thing. It has a large sign at the top of the stand that says in old, faded letters, "Chicken Eggs,". The word chicken has been scratched out, presumably with a very sharp knife. Barely standing next to the old stand is a rickety shack. The shack has two words scratched into the woodwork; "Stay Out!". They are faded and may not be noticed, or heeded.
From a human viewpoint, the old couplet of rotting buildings is nothing to notice. But from the eyes of a mythical beast, the immense power swirling around the two would be obvious. Anything unwanted would not be able to enter the shack. One entered, the person would find themselves in a very strange cavern with a huge, roaring waterfall and small lake. How they got here from the shack? Magic.
Rusty veins of iron and gold streak the walls of the dark cavern. From the far side, near the waterfall, a strange multicolored light emanates. In the center of the lake seven stone pedestals stand. On each is some kind of nest, some very different from the others. And in each nest, seven extremely different eggs 'sit'. For whatever reason they are there, they are the source of the light.
The first egg is by far the simplest. It is large, however, the size of an ostrich egg. The egg's shell is dappled shades of light brown. The only oddity about it is the fact that it is floating. A nest sits below it, a simple thing of faded cloth, but the egg seems to reject it.
The second egg is a watery blue. The shell is shifting and moving constantly, and small waves are breaking the
surface of the shell. It is floating in a pool of molten iron. Steam is curling off the shell in rivulets of curling smoke. The third egg is the size of a hummingbird egg, about as wide as a penny. It rests in a nest of honeycombed wax. The fourth egg is the darkest black ever seen. Its shell seems to absorb light, and a nebula of shadows nests the egg on the pedestal.
The fifth egg is the color of blood, and tiny flames lap the surface of the shell. The nest is a mash of glowing embers, their inner fires casting odd shadows on the scarlet egg. The sixth egg is the size of a chicken's, but this is the most normal thing about it. The egg sits in a nest of pine needles that float in the shape of a bowl. The pine needles are dead, and yet they are green as though they still adorn a living tree. The egg itself is changing colors in a most subtle manor. If you watched the egg, it would ever so slowly change the shades of its color until it was a fiery difference from its previous dull blue. And yet the time that had passed would have been so significant that at that moment, you would have questioned its ever having been a different shade. And so it is deceptive.
The final egg seems to be made of solid stone. It sits in a rocky nest atop the pedestal, standing in posture and with veins of swirling marble adorning its otherwise grey shell.
And so, they wait.
Other (Abilities, etc):
Breaking Point: Moon has a very soft spot in her heart, one that could very nearly kill her if ever touched by unknown hands. It is empty for now, but to be filled by one, a friend, a lover, an animal of great worth. If anything were to happen to the one companion of Moon, she would be unstoppable in her venge and madness for revenge.
(You can customize stats for your characters. 50 points total is allowed, distribute them however you'd like.)
HP: 10
Physical Attack: 10
Physical Defense:10
Special Attack:5
Special Defense:0
Speed:5
Agility:5
Skill:5
Energy Reserves/Stamina:0
Age: 19
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 140 lbs.
Gender: Female
Race: Human Illusionist.
Appearance: Moon has a distanced, calculating look about her. She appears almost dazed, but if one were to look in her eyes, they'd see the deep intelligence and careful plotting of a strategist and born leader, perhaps lacking a body to lead, gone along the path of solitude and deviousness. She has long, straight black hair that is layered carefully to frame her angular face. Prominent cheekbones dominate the majority of her pale, snow-colored face, sharply contrasting with her deep brown eyes. Her complexion is clear and shiny, like that of a Chinese doll. Long black lashes adorn her almond shaped eyes, curling upwards in a delicate swerve. Her nose is perfectly proportioned and straight. Full, naturally red lips adorn her face. These features together give Moon a very strange appearance indeed, despite the fact that many illusionists are quite average looking. She is slim and tall, her body muscled and lean, but not overso. Moon has long, strengthened legs that she can run quite fast on. Her fingers are thin and dainty, but able.
Personality: Moon is very tough and hard-skinned. But once you reach past her overly hostile exterior, a warm-hearted and soft girl is exposed. She has never taken a life and does not wish to do so, but if her hand is pushed, she may. She speaks brilliantly and without a lack of forethought; elegance and eloquence are her main objectives, for they woo a simple mind.
Background: Moon has long been a solitary human. She pretends to hate people, but in her heart she longs for contact and companionship. She grew up on a lonely, secluded farm with her worn and overworked parents. As she grew, she learned to love caring and reaping the land's benefits. In her love of wild plants and such, she continued to care for them and found that nature bestowed upon her the powers of an illusionist. When her parents could no longer support their small family with the shrinking amount of land they possessed, with more and more claimed by hostile neighbors, she used these powers to make her family believe she was dead, drowned in the nearby river. She found it the only way they would ever let her ease their burden by leaving at the young age of 14. However she was confident in her own abilities as an illusionist, reveling in the powers she had only ever read scarcely about. Her own heart did not break to leave them, lest it damaged her ability to love again.
Roleplay Sample: (I assume this does not have to do with the current character. I will incorporate an intro I have used for other Roleplays.) In the small town of Curmwell, not much goes on. Not much of any great magnitude. Most winters, much like this one, time is spent preparing for the many weeks of cold snow that are sure to come. It's early winter and the blizzards have not arrived yet. People are rushing about most of the time preparing for Christmas and the New Year. In the somewhat heady bustle of the holidays, nobody has noticed the small, weatherworn stand that has appeared about a mile away from town. It stands abandoned next to the old cornfield, a common place for restless teenagers to escape the generic boredom of Curmwell. The corn stalks have long been dead by this time of winter, and they lay strewn across the ground, dying. The farmer who tends this place in the spring doesn't bother removing the dead stalks.
The stand is a rickety old wooden thing. It has a large sign at the top of the stand that says in old, faded letters, "Chicken Eggs,". The word chicken has been scratched out, presumably with a very sharp knife. Barely standing next to the old stand is a rickety shack. The shack has two words scratched into the woodwork; "Stay Out!". They are faded and may not be noticed, or heeded.
From a human viewpoint, the old couplet of rotting buildings is nothing to notice. But from the eyes of a mythical beast, the immense power swirling around the two would be obvious. Anything unwanted would not be able to enter the shack. One entered, the person would find themselves in a very strange cavern with a huge, roaring waterfall and small lake. How they got here from the shack? Magic.
Rusty veins of iron and gold streak the walls of the dark cavern. From the far side, near the waterfall, a strange multicolored light emanates. In the center of the lake seven stone pedestals stand. On each is some kind of nest, some very different from the others. And in each nest, seven extremely different eggs 'sit'. For whatever reason they are there, they are the source of the light.
The first egg is by far the simplest. It is large, however, the size of an ostrich egg. The egg's shell is dappled shades of light brown. The only oddity about it is the fact that it is floating. A nest sits below it, a simple thing of faded cloth, but the egg seems to reject it.
The second egg is a watery blue. The shell is shifting and moving constantly, and small waves are breaking the
surface of the shell. It is floating in a pool of molten iron. Steam is curling off the shell in rivulets of curling smoke. The third egg is the size of a hummingbird egg, about as wide as a penny. It rests in a nest of honeycombed wax. The fourth egg is the darkest black ever seen. Its shell seems to absorb light, and a nebula of shadows nests the egg on the pedestal.
The fifth egg is the color of blood, and tiny flames lap the surface of the shell. The nest is a mash of glowing embers, their inner fires casting odd shadows on the scarlet egg. The sixth egg is the size of a chicken's, but this is the most normal thing about it. The egg sits in a nest of pine needles that float in the shape of a bowl. The pine needles are dead, and yet they are green as though they still adorn a living tree. The egg itself is changing colors in a most subtle manor. If you watched the egg, it would ever so slowly change the shades of its color until it was a fiery difference from its previous dull blue. And yet the time that had passed would have been so significant that at that moment, you would have questioned its ever having been a different shade. And so it is deceptive.
The final egg seems to be made of solid stone. It sits in a rocky nest atop the pedestal, standing in posture and with veins of swirling marble adorning its otherwise grey shell.
And so, they wait.
Other (Abilities, etc):
Breaking Point: Moon has a very soft spot in her heart, one that could very nearly kill her if ever touched by unknown hands. It is empty for now, but to be filled by one, a friend, a lover, an animal of great worth. If anything were to happen to the one companion of Moon, she would be unstoppable in her venge and madness for revenge.
(You can customize stats for your characters. 50 points total is allowed, distribute them however you'd like.)
HP: 10
Physical Attack: 10
Physical Defense:10
Special Attack:5
Special Defense:0
Speed:5
Agility:5
Skill:5
Energy Reserves/Stamina:0