Post by Mirany on Aug 9, 2006 19:51:44 GMT -5
Name: Pinky
Age: 13
Character Name: Mirany
Character Age: 14
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: Dark violet with a tint of black
Pic:
Appearance: Mirany has silky straight black hair with a tint of violet in it that comes up a few inches above her shoulders in the front, but is cut to her neckline in the back. Her pale large eyes are set in a round, childlike face, and her skin is very pale, almost an ivy-white color. Taking after her mother, Mirany has one ocean-blue eye and one violet eye. Her bangs are parted at the right and fall over her eyes in some places, and her body is thin and petite, and she is about 5'1" and weighs 84 lbs. She has scars all over her body; but not on her face, arms, and legs; from when her father beat her.
Mirany usually wears a sleeveless white halter dress that ends a few inches above her knees. Two ribbons from the dress tie around her neck and a light pink hood is attached to the back of them. Her left wrist is adorned with a light pink wrist band, and her left hand wears a light pink glove with the fingers cut in half (it's hard to describe...). Her upper arms have white ribbons tied and criss-crossing on them, and on her feet she wears white boots with pink laces that lace through her boots and tie up her ankles. Around her neck she wears a silver heart shaped key necklace on a thin silver chain.
Personality: Although she is generally kind and trusting, Mirany's innocent and conservative appearance can be very deceiving. She has a loud, outgoing personality, and acts without thinking. Consequences mean nothing to her and she acts on whim, even if the results of her actions can be deadly. She says what she wants to and puts on a smile if something is bugging her, as to not worry anyone else. Although she sometimes feels like her choices are leading to something bad, it doesn't bother her.
She gets in trouble often, and enjoys company more than she does solitude. She can sometimes be very mischevious, and can also blurt out things without thinking. Although she doesn't look or act like it, she observes things very carefully and notices things before most others do. Her pet peeves are hypocrites and copy-cats, and she reacts strongly to things that annoy her. If someone is on her bad side, she can get very loud and violent, and will do anything to prove her point.
She stays focused easily, and sidetracking is not an option for her. She is always sure not to get carried away, and tries to achieve her goals no matter what. She does what she wants, and doesn't care for anyone else's opinion. She has no trouble displaying her emotions clearly across her features, but showing them through her actions is a little hard for her. If she is scared, her face will show fear and terror, but her body will stand straight and be ready to fight if necessary.
Sometimes, Mirany's goodheartedness makes her too trusting of people, which could lead to her ultimate downfall. She isn't very strong with her keyblade, but knows how to use it and takes care of herself. Sometimes, she keeps all of her emotions and problems hidden inside herself, thus withdrawing herself and hiding from society.
Mirany has a good heart and a strong unyielding will. She fights better when she has a reason to fight, or when she has her friends with her, and she uses her guns as a weapon. Her small size makes her very quick and agile.
History: Mirany's mother died giving birth to her, and her father disowned her older brother a year ago. Her father was a drunkard and often beat and abused Mirany. He could not support both himself and his daughter, so she moved in with her brother in his apartment half a year ago, when she was still in middle school. She is now fourteen years old and is starting her first year of high school in the middle of the year because her brother could not pay her tuition before. After school and on weekends, she works at a restaurant to help earn money for herself and her brother. She is almost always in their apartment alone because her brother is almost always at work and only comes home late at night for a few hours.
Sample RP: The small, delicate form of Mirany walked quietly through the alley, along the edge of the small canal. Her arms were held out to the sides as she scaled along on bare feet, balancing as if on a balancing beam. Her soft gaze was cast on her feet, concentrating on not falling into the water. Not a word came from the girl, as there was nothing for her to say or anyone to really say anything to.
Heavy drops of rain pelted downwards from the sky, drenching Mirany. Her hair frizzed from the moisture that ran down the usually smooth strands, and she lifted a hand to push back a few quiffs that fell over her eyes and covered her view.
Still performing her little act to kill time, Mirany looked up, gazing down the alley. She could safely say that she knew this place fairly well. Staring just around the corner brought memories back to her first arriving here just over a month ago. This secluded alley was where she first learned that she was a nobody... that she didn't exist. She cast a glance up at the dusks that pranced in a circle a few feet away from her, and silently mused, pausing in her balancing act. They were just like her... nonexistent. But what did existing mean, anyway? That you had a heart? That you could feel? Mirany couldn't care less, and she continued scaling the side of the canal, pushing a few more strands of drenched hair behind her ear.
Mirany half smiled, brow furrowing slightly. Not existing didn't bother her at all, she concluded. She averted her attention back to resume her scaling the edge of the canal a bit longer, stopping once reaching the end. She took a simple side step away from the edge, swiveling to kneel down onto her knees. She stretched her long sleeved arms down into the canal, cupping her hands as she trapped some of the cool water in her palms. She lifted her hands towards her face, sipping up the water. She performed the task again, splashing the bit of water on her face. She ran her cloaked arm over her wet face, drying it the best the fabric would allow.
She was now getting sick of the downpour, her body weighed down from the water trapped in the fabric of her coat. Lifting both arms midway to her head, she considered hooding her head for cover from the rain. She stopped midway and removed the hood, not liking the way the hood remindd her of Organization XIII. Although she wanted to join their ranks, she despised them until she would have the chance to. But... why? Was it because they told her she didn't exist? Mirany decided against it; like mentioned before, her nonexistence didn't bother her at all. Or so she liked to tell herself.
Shrugging her thoughts off, Mirany stood up and took a few steps, water from a puddle soaking the bottom of her light grey cloak. Why had she even been wearing that? The cloak was heavy, plus it was an ugly color. In her opinion, the black cloaks looked much nicer. But she couldn't have one of those... yet.
She looked back up towards the dusks, only to see that something else had caught the creatures' attention. They had stopped their dance and were focusing on something in the distance. They seemed to be staring off in a different direction and Mirany's violet eyed gaze followed. Someone was there and neither knew whether it was friend or foe.
Age: 13
Character Name: Mirany
Character Age: 14
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: Dark violet with a tint of black
Pic:
Appearance: Mirany has silky straight black hair with a tint of violet in it that comes up a few inches above her shoulders in the front, but is cut to her neckline in the back. Her pale large eyes are set in a round, childlike face, and her skin is very pale, almost an ivy-white color. Taking after her mother, Mirany has one ocean-blue eye and one violet eye. Her bangs are parted at the right and fall over her eyes in some places, and her body is thin and petite, and she is about 5'1" and weighs 84 lbs. She has scars all over her body; but not on her face, arms, and legs; from when her father beat her.
Mirany usually wears a sleeveless white halter dress that ends a few inches above her knees. Two ribbons from the dress tie around her neck and a light pink hood is attached to the back of them. Her left wrist is adorned with a light pink wrist band, and her left hand wears a light pink glove with the fingers cut in half (it's hard to describe...). Her upper arms have white ribbons tied and criss-crossing on them, and on her feet she wears white boots with pink laces that lace through her boots and tie up her ankles. Around her neck she wears a silver heart shaped key necklace on a thin silver chain.
Personality: Although she is generally kind and trusting, Mirany's innocent and conservative appearance can be very deceiving. She has a loud, outgoing personality, and acts without thinking. Consequences mean nothing to her and she acts on whim, even if the results of her actions can be deadly. She says what she wants to and puts on a smile if something is bugging her, as to not worry anyone else. Although she sometimes feels like her choices are leading to something bad, it doesn't bother her.
She gets in trouble often, and enjoys company more than she does solitude. She can sometimes be very mischevious, and can also blurt out things without thinking. Although she doesn't look or act like it, she observes things very carefully and notices things before most others do. Her pet peeves are hypocrites and copy-cats, and she reacts strongly to things that annoy her. If someone is on her bad side, she can get very loud and violent, and will do anything to prove her point.
She stays focused easily, and sidetracking is not an option for her. She is always sure not to get carried away, and tries to achieve her goals no matter what. She does what she wants, and doesn't care for anyone else's opinion. She has no trouble displaying her emotions clearly across her features, but showing them through her actions is a little hard for her. If she is scared, her face will show fear and terror, but her body will stand straight and be ready to fight if necessary.
Sometimes, Mirany's goodheartedness makes her too trusting of people, which could lead to her ultimate downfall. She isn't very strong with her keyblade, but knows how to use it and takes care of herself. Sometimes, she keeps all of her emotions and problems hidden inside herself, thus withdrawing herself and hiding from society.
Mirany has a good heart and a strong unyielding will. She fights better when she has a reason to fight, or when she has her friends with her, and she uses her guns as a weapon. Her small size makes her very quick and agile.
History: Mirany's mother died giving birth to her, and her father disowned her older brother a year ago. Her father was a drunkard and often beat and abused Mirany. He could not support both himself and his daughter, so she moved in with her brother in his apartment half a year ago, when she was still in middle school. She is now fourteen years old and is starting her first year of high school in the middle of the year because her brother could not pay her tuition before. After school and on weekends, she works at a restaurant to help earn money for herself and her brother. She is almost always in their apartment alone because her brother is almost always at work and only comes home late at night for a few hours.
Sample RP: The small, delicate form of Mirany walked quietly through the alley, along the edge of the small canal. Her arms were held out to the sides as she scaled along on bare feet, balancing as if on a balancing beam. Her soft gaze was cast on her feet, concentrating on not falling into the water. Not a word came from the girl, as there was nothing for her to say or anyone to really say anything to.
Heavy drops of rain pelted downwards from the sky, drenching Mirany. Her hair frizzed from the moisture that ran down the usually smooth strands, and she lifted a hand to push back a few quiffs that fell over her eyes and covered her view.
Still performing her little act to kill time, Mirany looked up, gazing down the alley. She could safely say that she knew this place fairly well. Staring just around the corner brought memories back to her first arriving here just over a month ago. This secluded alley was where she first learned that she was a nobody... that she didn't exist. She cast a glance up at the dusks that pranced in a circle a few feet away from her, and silently mused, pausing in her balancing act. They were just like her... nonexistent. But what did existing mean, anyway? That you had a heart? That you could feel? Mirany couldn't care less, and she continued scaling the side of the canal, pushing a few more strands of drenched hair behind her ear.
Mirany half smiled, brow furrowing slightly. Not existing didn't bother her at all, she concluded. She averted her attention back to resume her scaling the edge of the canal a bit longer, stopping once reaching the end. She took a simple side step away from the edge, swiveling to kneel down onto her knees. She stretched her long sleeved arms down into the canal, cupping her hands as she trapped some of the cool water in her palms. She lifted her hands towards her face, sipping up the water. She performed the task again, splashing the bit of water on her face. She ran her cloaked arm over her wet face, drying it the best the fabric would allow.
She was now getting sick of the downpour, her body weighed down from the water trapped in the fabric of her coat. Lifting both arms midway to her head, she considered hooding her head for cover from the rain. She stopped midway and removed the hood, not liking the way the hood remindd her of Organization XIII. Although she wanted to join their ranks, she despised them until she would have the chance to. But... why? Was it because they told her she didn't exist? Mirany decided against it; like mentioned before, her nonexistence didn't bother her at all. Or so she liked to tell herself.
Shrugging her thoughts off, Mirany stood up and took a few steps, water from a puddle soaking the bottom of her light grey cloak. Why had she even been wearing that? The cloak was heavy, plus it was an ugly color. In her opinion, the black cloaks looked much nicer. But she couldn't have one of those... yet.
She looked back up towards the dusks, only to see that something else had caught the creatures' attention. They had stopped their dance and were focusing on something in the distance. They seemed to be staring off in a different direction and Mirany's violet eyed gaze followed. Someone was there and neither knew whether it was friend or foe.