Post by seravee on May 17, 2009 12:59:29 GMT -5
C H A R C T E R I N F O
Name: Marie O'brian (called bladesinger by her old friends )
Age: 18
Eyes: Crystal blue
Hair: Black & Shoulder length ( Dyed bright red but fading. Only bottom 2 inches red. )
Gender: Female
Bio:
Marie was born in London but grew up in Ireland until she was 17. She studied ancient history heavily in high school and graduated with top honors. Marie practicing fencing, javelin, and MMA. After being accepted to Yale, she moved to america, taking a boat instead of a plane. The ship was fun, gave her time to relax, take a break from schooling.
Marie is short, standing at five feet even, weighs around 120 pounds, and, well, is to overly well endowed. Not that she minded. Fencing and MMA were a lot easier without having boobs bouncing in one's face.
Role Play Post Example:
Three weeks, four days. That was how long it had been since she had gotten off that boat, since she had left its safety. The girl shook her short tresses, her fingers tightening about the handle of her saber. Already its blade was slick with blood.
She kept her eyes trained on the road before her, looking for any out of place shapes. Her hand shook slightly as wind made a shadow of a tree shift. Life had been hell since she had left that boat, since she had step foot on American land. Marie shivered, stuffing hand into her pocket and pulling out a half eaten power bar and stuffing it into her mouth. It was dry, stale, and tasted like dirt, but it was supposed to give her energy. What a load of crap. Tossing the wrapper on the ground the short teen scuffed her sneaker across some gravel before continuing down the road.
Blue orbs picked up a shadow moving the distance. It was hunched over something, making awful noises. Marie suppressed an urge to scream and ducked behind a parked car. She didn't want to be here, not at all.
Name: Marie O'brian (called bladesinger by her old friends )
Age: 18
Eyes: Crystal blue
Hair: Black & Shoulder length ( Dyed bright red but fading. Only bottom 2 inches red. )
Gender: Female
Bio:
Marie was born in London but grew up in Ireland until she was 17. She studied ancient history heavily in high school and graduated with top honors. Marie practicing fencing, javelin, and MMA. After being accepted to Yale, she moved to america, taking a boat instead of a plane. The ship was fun, gave her time to relax, take a break from schooling.
Marie is short, standing at five feet even, weighs around 120 pounds, and, well, is to overly well endowed. Not that she minded. Fencing and MMA were a lot easier without having boobs bouncing in one's face.
Role Play Post Example:
Three weeks, four days. That was how long it had been since she had gotten off that boat, since she had left its safety. The girl shook her short tresses, her fingers tightening about the handle of her saber. Already its blade was slick with blood.
She kept her eyes trained on the road before her, looking for any out of place shapes. Her hand shook slightly as wind made a shadow of a tree shift. Life had been hell since she had left that boat, since she had step foot on American land. Marie shivered, stuffing hand into her pocket and pulling out a half eaten power bar and stuffing it into her mouth. It was dry, stale, and tasted like dirt, but it was supposed to give her energy. What a load of crap. Tossing the wrapper on the ground the short teen scuffed her sneaker across some gravel before continuing down the road.
Blue orbs picked up a shadow moving the distance. It was hunched over something, making awful noises. Marie suppressed an urge to scream and ducked behind a parked car. She didn't want to be here, not at all.