Post by pan on Feb 10, 2010 10:45:14 GMT -6
Human Form.
.OOC Information.
OOC name --Panana
Activity Level --Medium, I'm a little booked with the play (you know what playXD) But I'm still puttering about.
Current Characters--Mara. About time for another badly written character bio >)
How you found Wasted Skies--I went insane and when I came to I was staring at this web page...
.Character Information.
Full Name --Silvia Carney [Probably doesn't remember her real name]
Nickname -- Sister
Gender --Female
Age --24
Job --None (wander)
Likes --
Dislikes --
.Character Appearance.
Eye Color --hazel
Height --5'8
Weight --140 pounds
Overall Appearance --
Bizarre beauty. Her hair is spun silvery gold ringlets, hanging down to her shoulders. She is tall and lanky, her limbs rippling with muscle from a live in the woods and yet still very curvaceous. Her skin is pale, freckled from sun, and is luminesant in the moonlight. Her eyes are a dull olive green with a ring of brown in their centers, but have a habit of looking orange in the darkness of night. Her face is wide and round, her eyes are wide spread, and her dark eyebrows bring accent. Her jaw is angular and runs parallel to high cheekbones.
She keeps her locks tied up with a tattered old rope in a pile of spindle atop her head to keep it out of her brews and fires. Her fingers are stained brown from constant handling of herbs, and her limbs are streaked with grass stain. The smell of her is that of leaf-litter- old, spicy, and foresty. She wears a tight fitting black tank top and baggy camo cargo pants, treasures gain from a murder of a SEG foot woman, and never takes them off or cleans them for lack of incentive or presence of mind.
An interesting thing to add is that the Drink sped up and increased the pressure of her heart rate, causing her veins to visibly pulse and making her always feel very warm. She rarely gets cold, even in the snow. However, this will in time wear her hear down. She will probably die before the age of thirty-five as her heart simply stops beating.
Over all a very strange thing to look at- like a mixture between fierce amazonian and dainty forest fairy.
.Personal Character Information.
Personality --Sister is insane. Her mind is scrambled completely by the Drink. Her thoughts are intelligible, but her motives and reasonings are convoluted at best and nonexistent at worst (and most often). Her habits are bizarre.
Specifics. When she is relxaed and comfortable, she speaks in couplets. If stressed, scared, or distracted, She often uses old lines from Shakespeare's Macbeth, especially when making concoctions she calls 'brews'. These brews are haphazard attempts at recreating the Drink, made out of various herbs and animal parts, and aside from food, water, and shelter, this is what she spends her time on- Searching for he right herbs to make these brews. She cooks them in an old tin water bottle. These brews cause hallucinations that pull words and faces from her surroundings into her mind, and tend to send her into convulsions. She says these visions are tales of the future. It is your choice whether or not to believe her.
Sister has a terrible hatred of humans. To her they are an inferior race, one to be murdered. Besides, human blood is a constant ingredient in her brews. She does, however, have a deep love and fascination for shapeshifters. Every animal she kills to eat, she first asks it to shift if it can before killing it, just in case. Every human she kills for it's blood (or just because), she requests to shift if it can before she stabs it. When she meets shifters, she does all she can to convince them to stick around, offering food, shelter, her body, anything to get them to stay. They always leave, and she is always heartbroken.
History -- Believe it or not, Sister was not always crazy. She was once called Silvia Carney, a normal human born to a middle class family who moved to cambria in the thick of project colonization. She grew up sheltered and relatively happy. She graduated on a C average from a public high school. Good kid, very pretty, very nice. She didn't push the limits. Her parents were somewhat removed, but they cared for her.
Rather than attend college, Silvia joined a widely renowned traveling theater troupe. That was when the troubles began to form. The members of the troupe, although friendly and accepting, we're into some shifty business. Silvia was quick to get caught up in it. Not a year with the actors and Silvia was already taking a plethora of drugs- pot, crack, heroin. The lot. By the time she was twenty, the girl had become a fantastic Shakespearian actress and a heavy addict.
When the troupe finally decided to produce Macbeth, the audiences began to flood in. The Silvia and her friends began to pile a little wealth. Silvia was a hit as a weird sister, a unique twist on the traditional ugly old hag that is the typecast. They traveled from city to city, famed and accepted among metropolitan communities. Silvia, with more money to spend, sunk deeper into her addictions.
She was preforming in the north. It was her twenty first birthday, after a successful show. Her boyfriend approached her with a vial of red liquid. "This is it- the Drink. It's shifter's blood," He whispered to her. "And some other stuff too. Really expensive. Happy birthday. Most amazing high I've ever had." Her boy didn't know that this 'Drink' was a dangerous substance- just as likely to destroy your mind and addict you terribly as give you a beautiful high. Silvia's boy was lucky. Silvia wasn't. Her past was forgotten- all she could remember after that night was the previous, the night on stage as a weird sister. Her lines. Her blocking. She couldn't even remember her name, taking the rudimentary name of her role- Sister. She fled into the Tiag Forest with only a knife and the cloths on her back. She lived in the forest for 3 years, slowly learning how to survive. Her memory never came back. SHe is still sister.
I will start here.
.RP Example.
I could.... But I won't XD Okay, bring on the critiques!
.OOC Information.
OOC name --Panana
Activity Level --Medium, I'm a little booked with the play (you know what playXD) But I'm still puttering about.
Current Characters--Mara. About time for another badly written character bio >)
How you found Wasted Skies--I went insane and when I came to I was staring at this web page...
.Character Information.
Full Name --Silvia Carney [Probably doesn't remember her real name]
Nickname -- Sister
Gender --Female
Age --24
Job --None (wander)
Likes --
- Twilight
- Snow
- "Trances" and 'Brews"
- Company
- Shifters
- Killing
- her knife
Dislikes --
- Humans
- Guns
- Soldiers
- Cities
- Solitude
- Thinking
.Character Appearance.
Eye Color --hazel
Height --5'8
Weight --140 pounds
Overall Appearance --
Bizarre beauty. Her hair is spun silvery gold ringlets, hanging down to her shoulders. She is tall and lanky, her limbs rippling with muscle from a live in the woods and yet still very curvaceous. Her skin is pale, freckled from sun, and is luminesant in the moonlight. Her eyes are a dull olive green with a ring of brown in their centers, but have a habit of looking orange in the darkness of night. Her face is wide and round, her eyes are wide spread, and her dark eyebrows bring accent. Her jaw is angular and runs parallel to high cheekbones.
She keeps her locks tied up with a tattered old rope in a pile of spindle atop her head to keep it out of her brews and fires. Her fingers are stained brown from constant handling of herbs, and her limbs are streaked with grass stain. The smell of her is that of leaf-litter- old, spicy, and foresty. She wears a tight fitting black tank top and baggy camo cargo pants, treasures gain from a murder of a SEG foot woman, and never takes them off or cleans them for lack of incentive or presence of mind.
An interesting thing to add is that the Drink sped up and increased the pressure of her heart rate, causing her veins to visibly pulse and making her always feel very warm. She rarely gets cold, even in the snow. However, this will in time wear her hear down. She will probably die before the age of thirty-five as her heart simply stops beating.
Over all a very strange thing to look at- like a mixture between fierce amazonian and dainty forest fairy.
.Personal Character Information.
Personality --Sister is insane. Her mind is scrambled completely by the Drink. Her thoughts are intelligible, but her motives and reasonings are convoluted at best and nonexistent at worst (and most often). Her habits are bizarre.
Specifics. When she is relxaed and comfortable, she speaks in couplets. If stressed, scared, or distracted, She often uses old lines from Shakespeare's Macbeth, especially when making concoctions she calls 'brews'. These brews are haphazard attempts at recreating the Drink, made out of various herbs and animal parts, and aside from food, water, and shelter, this is what she spends her time on- Searching for he right herbs to make these brews. She cooks them in an old tin water bottle. These brews cause hallucinations that pull words and faces from her surroundings into her mind, and tend to send her into convulsions. She says these visions are tales of the future. It is your choice whether or not to believe her.
Sister has a terrible hatred of humans. To her they are an inferior race, one to be murdered. Besides, human blood is a constant ingredient in her brews. She does, however, have a deep love and fascination for shapeshifters. Every animal she kills to eat, she first asks it to shift if it can before killing it, just in case. Every human she kills for it's blood (or just because), she requests to shift if it can before she stabs it. When she meets shifters, she does all she can to convince them to stick around, offering food, shelter, her body, anything to get them to stay. They always leave, and she is always heartbroken.
History -- Believe it or not, Sister was not always crazy. She was once called Silvia Carney, a normal human born to a middle class family who moved to cambria in the thick of project colonization. She grew up sheltered and relatively happy. She graduated on a C average from a public high school. Good kid, very pretty, very nice. She didn't push the limits. Her parents were somewhat removed, but they cared for her.
Rather than attend college, Silvia joined a widely renowned traveling theater troupe. That was when the troubles began to form. The members of the troupe, although friendly and accepting, we're into some shifty business. Silvia was quick to get caught up in it. Not a year with the actors and Silvia was already taking a plethora of drugs- pot, crack, heroin. The lot. By the time she was twenty, the girl had become a fantastic Shakespearian actress and a heavy addict.
When the troupe finally decided to produce Macbeth, the audiences began to flood in. The Silvia and her friends began to pile a little wealth. Silvia was a hit as a weird sister, a unique twist on the traditional ugly old hag that is the typecast. They traveled from city to city, famed and accepted among metropolitan communities. Silvia, with more money to spend, sunk deeper into her addictions.
She was preforming in the north. It was her twenty first birthday, after a successful show. Her boyfriend approached her with a vial of red liquid. "This is it- the Drink. It's shifter's blood," He whispered to her. "And some other stuff too. Really expensive. Happy birthday. Most amazing high I've ever had." Her boy didn't know that this 'Drink' was a dangerous substance- just as likely to destroy your mind and addict you terribly as give you a beautiful high. Silvia's boy was lucky. Silvia wasn't. Her past was forgotten- all she could remember after that night was the previous, the night on stage as a weird sister. Her lines. Her blocking. She couldn't even remember her name, taking the rudimentary name of her role- Sister. She fled into the Tiag Forest with only a knife and the cloths on her back. She lived in the forest for 3 years, slowly learning how to survive. Her memory never came back. SHe is still sister.
I will start here.
.RP Example.
I could.... But I won't XD Okay, bring on the critiques!
