Post by Kuroi on Apr 21, 2008 21:08:08 GMT -5
General details
Name: Velissia Aviria
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Character job: Wolf Hunter (Oh my)
Family/Relations
Father: Dead
Mother: Dead
Siblings: Only child
Husband/wife/crush: None
Description
Appearance
Hair color: Black, long
Eyes: Oxford gray
Body build: Tall, agile appearance, slim body build though it's apparent she is strong, considering she does have a small muscular build.
Other/Accessories: Multiple black wrist bands on each wrist. Wears a pair of tiny, circular sunglasses.
Description of your characters cloths: Wears a white tank top, baggyish black pants with a few belts and such hanging around them. Waist has multiple leather belts wrapped around it. Black and white arm warmers that go up to her elbows, arm warmers are fingerless. Has gun strapped to back, a rifle. At her side is a black pistol which she calls, "The Jackal". Occasionally wears a hat whenever possible. Normally it's a black top hat. Though she isn't seen wearing one all the time. Normal black boots.
THemesong: Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace
Personality: Velissia, though despite a horrible past. Is actually a pretty good friend once you get to know her. She is a humorous person who always enjoys a good laugh. She is brave and courageous. If she wasn't she wouldn't be pushing on trying to kill wolves. Normally people wouldn't see her frown or be sad. She always has some sort of grin on her face and can also be a mischevous little creature. Velissia is actually a caring person. This is actually a downfall to what she does. She is also fair and considerent of others. A lot of times she tries to help out, though other times she will merely mind her own business. She is also a little crazy so I'd beware.
Fears: Her gun accidently going off and shooting herself in the foot.
Likes: Cigarettes (she's gonna get lung cancer then we can slap herD<), having a good laugh. Shooting things with her gun (yea, even people sometimes). Ice cream, talking.
Weaknesses: Remembering her past. Considering she's human has hard time getting around and gets hungry and thirsty when on long trips, especially if shes walking. Even worse if she doesn't have any money.
Powers: Very good aim when it comes to shooting. Good eyes when it comes to seeing things. (Not seeing wolves, just good vision). Pretty good reflexes as well.
Secrets: Her memories, shes never told anyone of her past. And she hates to cry around people. Even if she wants to she doesn't.
Livelong wish: To kill all the wolves she possibly can.
History: In Velissia's beginning teen years, (around 12), her family was attacked by a pack of ravinous wolves. Her father tried to defend them. But they merely ended up killing him. Though, Velissia and her mother were able to escape. Though they had seen everything. The screams, the howls, the attack, the blood. It was etched into their memories. Never to be forgotten. So they quickly moved away to a town. Far from that one. There, merely three years later. At the age of 15 Velissia's mother developed some sort of disease. And died from poor health. Leaving Velissia to fend on her own. In her younger days, back when her father was still alive. She had been taught how to use a gun. And she remembered how. She practiced hours on end with the gun. And soon became an expert with a keen eye. She blamed the wolves for the death of both her parents. Her father having been killed by them. And her mother, she still even blamed the wolves. Simply claiming if it wasn't for them killing her father, he could have helped Velissia's mother and saved her life. Everything was the wolves fault. So for the past years up into the age she is now. Velissia has been training herself to find and kill wolves. Practicing martial arts, shooting her gun, aiming, everything she possibly could to better herself. She is fit and ready to go. She's managed to kill a few wolves. Though it is hard for her to tell who is and who isn't a wolf on her own. Normally she uses hair and such, though she can tell the difference between a normal dog and a normal wolf. She's taken up the habit of smoking. Either she has a cigarette in her mouth. Or a cigar. If she doesn't have either of those, then she has an ice cream. Which is her favorite treat of all.
Role-play Example:
Velissia walked along the deserts sandy plain. It was hot and humid. A horrible combination that merely made the poor woman even mroe miserable then she already was. She slouched over. Panting heavily. Sweat poured down the sides of her face, non-stop. Her pistol bounced at her side as she went along. And the rifle on her back, beat her with each step she took. She was exhausted. The only thing she wanted to do right now, was fall down and pass out. But she couldn't, if she did the vultures would most definitely get to her. Or even those foresaken creatures, those wolves. She growled. Panting more and more as she pushed herself to continue on. Her eyes were heavy, drooping as each step was taken. But, they quickly widened. There was something in the distance. It looked like, a building?! There had to be water there! She quickly picked up her pace. Dashing towards the building with arms flailing about. She stopped when she reached it. Finding even more buildings. It was a town. And right there, in the center of where she stood. Was a fountain. She shouted happily. Dashing to the fountain and diving right in.
Name: Velissia Aviria
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Character job: Wolf Hunter (Oh my)
Family/Relations
Father: Dead
Mother: Dead
Siblings: Only child
Husband/wife/crush: None
Description
Appearance
Hair color: Black, long
Eyes: Oxford gray
Body build: Tall, agile appearance, slim body build though it's apparent she is strong, considering she does have a small muscular build.
Other/Accessories: Multiple black wrist bands on each wrist. Wears a pair of tiny, circular sunglasses.
Description of your characters cloths: Wears a white tank top, baggyish black pants with a few belts and such hanging around them. Waist has multiple leather belts wrapped around it. Black and white arm warmers that go up to her elbows, arm warmers are fingerless. Has gun strapped to back, a rifle. At her side is a black pistol which she calls, "The Jackal". Occasionally wears a hat whenever possible. Normally it's a black top hat. Though she isn't seen wearing one all the time. Normal black boots.
THemesong: Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace
Personality: Velissia, though despite a horrible past. Is actually a pretty good friend once you get to know her. She is a humorous person who always enjoys a good laugh. She is brave and courageous. If she wasn't she wouldn't be pushing on trying to kill wolves. Normally people wouldn't see her frown or be sad. She always has some sort of grin on her face and can also be a mischevous little creature. Velissia is actually a caring person. This is actually a downfall to what she does. She is also fair and considerent of others. A lot of times she tries to help out, though other times she will merely mind her own business. She is also a little crazy so I'd beware.
Fears: Her gun accidently going off and shooting herself in the foot.
Likes: Cigarettes (she's gonna get lung cancer then we can slap herD<), having a good laugh. Shooting things with her gun (yea, even people sometimes). Ice cream, talking.
Weaknesses: Remembering her past. Considering she's human has hard time getting around and gets hungry and thirsty when on long trips, especially if shes walking. Even worse if she doesn't have any money.
Powers: Very good aim when it comes to shooting. Good eyes when it comes to seeing things. (Not seeing wolves, just good vision). Pretty good reflexes as well.
Secrets: Her memories, shes never told anyone of her past. And she hates to cry around people. Even if she wants to she doesn't.
Livelong wish: To kill all the wolves she possibly can.
History: In Velissia's beginning teen years, (around 12), her family was attacked by a pack of ravinous wolves. Her father tried to defend them. But they merely ended up killing him. Though, Velissia and her mother were able to escape. Though they had seen everything. The screams, the howls, the attack, the blood. It was etched into their memories. Never to be forgotten. So they quickly moved away to a town. Far from that one. There, merely three years later. At the age of 15 Velissia's mother developed some sort of disease. And died from poor health. Leaving Velissia to fend on her own. In her younger days, back when her father was still alive. She had been taught how to use a gun. And she remembered how. She practiced hours on end with the gun. And soon became an expert with a keen eye. She blamed the wolves for the death of both her parents. Her father having been killed by them. And her mother, she still even blamed the wolves. Simply claiming if it wasn't for them killing her father, he could have helped Velissia's mother and saved her life. Everything was the wolves fault. So for the past years up into the age she is now. Velissia has been training herself to find and kill wolves. Practicing martial arts, shooting her gun, aiming, everything she possibly could to better herself. She is fit and ready to go. She's managed to kill a few wolves. Though it is hard for her to tell who is and who isn't a wolf on her own. Normally she uses hair and such, though she can tell the difference between a normal dog and a normal wolf. She's taken up the habit of smoking. Either she has a cigarette in her mouth. Or a cigar. If she doesn't have either of those, then she has an ice cream. Which is her favorite treat of all.
Role-play Example:
Velissia walked along the deserts sandy plain. It was hot and humid. A horrible combination that merely made the poor woman even mroe miserable then she already was. She slouched over. Panting heavily. Sweat poured down the sides of her face, non-stop. Her pistol bounced at her side as she went along. And the rifle on her back, beat her with each step she took. She was exhausted. The only thing she wanted to do right now, was fall down and pass out. But she couldn't, if she did the vultures would most definitely get to her. Or even those foresaken creatures, those wolves. She growled. Panting more and more as she pushed herself to continue on. Her eyes were heavy, drooping as each step was taken. But, they quickly widened. There was something in the distance. It looked like, a building?! There had to be water there! She quickly picked up her pace. Dashing towards the building with arms flailing about. She stopped when she reached it. Finding even more buildings. It was a town. And right there, in the center of where she stood. Was a fountain. She shouted happily. Dashing to the fountain and diving right in.
