Post by rust on May 9, 2010 12:14:53 GMT -6
Shapeshifter Form.
.OOC Information.
OOC name -- rust. rusteh.
Activity Level -- welll i have exams in three weeks, major ones, but once they're finished? freeeedommmmm <3
Current Characters-- none. yet ;D
How you found Wasted Skies-- wolves;corrupted.
.Character Information.
Full Name -- amalia autumn knox.
Nickname -- mali, malzz; for close friends, ami.
Gender -- female, babbyy.
Age -- seventeen.
Job -- hopefully, gardener.
Likes --
Dislikes --
.Character Appearance.
Eye Color -- light ash brown.
Eternal Trait -- her eye colour - no matter what her form, her eyes always stay the same light, almost gold colour.
Height --
Weight --
Overall Appearance -- Mali is small; the first thing you notice about another person is their height and weight, obviously, and she's like a fairy in both these. Lithe and little, Amalia isn't thin nor fat, but fairly average, apart from her fingers, which are long and pointed from using her hands as an artist and a gardener. Her skin is a summer brown shade all over her body, and is blemished by zero to no freckles, anywhere. Her hair used to be her pride and joy; it dusted her knees with its length, and was so thick and heavy it had to be trimmed every two weeks. But after a run-in with the SEG, she hacked it down to her shoulders in an attempt to be able to escape easier. Light brown, it curls only at the ends, and hangs in an awkward position around her shoulders. Her facial features are interesting; quite pretty, Amalia's smile has an i-know-something-you-don't-know look about it. Her eyes are wide, and framed by eyebrows darker than her hair colour. Her lips are a natural teased coral colour.
When in her fairy wren form, Amalia is slightly smaller than a grown woman's hand; bright blue and with an underbelly of dark black, she's hard to spot because of her speed. In fox form, she has very sparse fur, and so is often freezing in winter months when in her second form. And, again, she's quite smaller than the average fox. She has typical fox colouring, except for her paws, which are a light grey instead of black. In her tiger form, Amalia is huge. Lithe, powerful and vivid red-and-black, she is by far a behemoth tigress by any standards.
.Personal Character Information.
Personality -- Let's start with the positive; Amalia is pretty easy to understand. Quiet, gigglish and cute, she love love loves people, and making new friends. She's eager to please, and if someone's stuck, she'll try her best to help them out. Drawing has been her thing since she was three years old, and so creativity runs like fluid through her veins. She generally tends to tune out when others start talking about fights, bitching about people or talking angrily about others; Amalia much prefers to try make everyone get along.
That said, the reason her third form is a behemoth tiger is no coincidence. When provoked to the extreme, i.e. when she's defending her friends, her principles, or what she believes is right, Amalia will attack with vigour. Sometimes, she does get sick of being the one who stands in the middle, making everyone act nice and pretending everything's ok, and lashes out at others. She seems to trust relatively easily, but really, she just goes with the flow of things. It might seem like she trusts you irrepairably, but she has enough sense to keep her real feelings about others to herself. Easy-going and laid back, Amalia rarely seems stressed out about things; but this is simply because she's a listener, rather than a talker, and tends not to speak about her own problems. Her biggest fear is failure; from an early age, it was drilled in to her that if she failed at something, she was a loser, and so Amalia is suprisingly competitive.
History -- Anyone who's known Amalia for about three minutes would expect her to have had an easy upbringing; maybe her parents were artists, or musicians, or something nice like that. Nothing could be more wrong; she was born to one of the wealthiest men in the country. General David Knox, a rich tycoon who lived just outside of the Capital in a large estate with his wife and their only child, Amalia. His wife, Nicole, never really wanted a child, but for the first few years of Ami's life was a lovely mother.
However, when Amalia reached the age of seven, Nicole developed Munchausen syndrome; this is a rare psychological disorder where you desperately want your child to have dangerous medical problems, so much that you work yourself into a state that you BELIEVE the child does. Every week, Amalia visited the doctors or the hospital at least once. When she reached fifteen, it was getting critical. Her mother made her tell the doctors she was having trouble breathing, trouble sleeping, trouble eating, and eventually, the only solution, they said, was open heart surgery.
When Amalia heard this, at first she was unsure; maybe she really was sick, and just didn't know it...or, for that matter, feel sick. But several days before the operation was due to happen, Amalia found her mother's notebook, and looked, out of curiosity, through its pages. There was a list of procedures Mali'd gone through; the last two were open heart surgery, and after that, written in shaky, excited hand-writing, 'limb amputation.' When Amalia realised her mother's obsession with harming her body wouldn't end, she packed a bag and ran for the city. After a brief run-in with the SEG (after which she cut her hair), Amalia found work as a gardener, and lives out her life in an easy-going way, trying to stay hidden from her parents.
.RP Example.
The day was slowly dragging itself to an end, and as it did so, from the top of a grassy knoll, a gargantuan stag stepped from the bushes. He was a confusing animal to be sure; his antlers, tall, thick and branch-like, were fully formed with twelve tines on each antler, but on his rump, three or four white spots remained. This meant that while he was matured, he was on the younger side. Proud and confident, the beautiful animal raised his head to see the whole area, before letting out a small huff of breath. The undergrowth behind him rustled again, this time revealing a large wolf. He was by no means huge; tall, well-framed and fit, but no hulking brute. He was, too, quite pleasant to the eye, with a coat of faded grey and white, which shone silkily in the light. His eyes, a twinkling, emerald green, were flecked with gold. If any were to see this, they'd think it an extremely strange sight; for the wolf padded right up to the stag, to stand shoulder to shoulder as they looked out upon the lands. Zephyrus, the wolf, sighed softly; for they were his lands. The territory of Aurum Fhett. Home of his father, and his father's father, and for so many generations of wolves he couldn't get his head around it.
Content, Zephyrus turned his head to the stag and spoke. 'See, Castro, this is what we live for. Being here, on a day like today, enjoying the view from our beautiful lands. There's nothing more satisfying than seeing all you own laid out in front of you.' The dappled stag rolled his eyes, amused, and then spoke; a rare gift for any deer to posses. 'Zephyr, I hope you realise these lands aren't safe. As you decided to leave the Eska wilderness as your territory but free to loners, you're going to get all sorts of scum in your 'beautiful lands'. Ruefully, Zephyr grinned at his friend, but continued down the hill, this time alone. The stag resisted the urge to roll his eyes again, but a slight smile creeped up his maw. They'd been friends since they were pups and fawns; you couldn't find two closer friends in the world. With that thought still etched in his mind, Castro turned and went back the way he'd come, through the forest. Meanwhile, the Aurum Fhett alpha was pondering their shared words. It was true that he'd allowed part of his land for loners to come through; but it was, and should be, a free world. With a draught of air, came the sudden scent of wolves; this distracted Zephyrus, and he raised his muzzle cautiously, sniffing the air again. Yep, it was definately other wolves; he didn't mind, of course, since he'd let the Eska Highlands be free to loners - however, this had rules. He hoped they hadn't caught anything to eat, 'else they'd have crossed the line, and thought the grey alpha was benevolant, he was also firm.
Padding swiftly down the hill towards the Misty Lake, Zephyr shot a look over his shoulder at Castro - but the stag had disappeared. Shrugging, the male continued, until he was close enough to hear another male speak. ...Blocking his area? A flicker of annoyance breezed across his maw, but he wiped it off to remain calm. The female, apparantly, was just lying down and enjoying the sun; something he himself loved to do in this spot. Zephyr sighed, prepared himself for the worst (a confrontation), and followed the voices through the thinning fog. Before him, a scene was laid out. The female on the ground, and the male who'd just nudged her with his paw. He studied them both before appearing; whilst both looked healthy and fit, neither were bulky, savage creatures. This encouraged him, and he looked over the two again. Firstly, the female, who had admittedly caught his eye. She was average sized, no bigger than any other, but with a beautiful coat of frosty white. She had been lying in the water, content, but the other male's arrival would probably rouse her. The male, on the other hand, had quite a confusing figure; it would be easy to mistake him for a female, though Zephyr wasn't as rude as to say so. He was tall, fit and somehow, curved and slinky. Flicking an ear back, Zephyr padded into the shallows of the lake, approaching the other two with a collected smile on his maw. ' I hope all's well?' The male continued walking until he stood quite near the two, his features set in a gentle, friendly way.' I'm Zephyrus, alpha of Aurum Fhett. Eska is part of my territory, but loners are free to travel through. It's quite a beautiful place, really, and I'm glad you two have found use for it. Feel free to stay as long as you'd like.' Finishing off with another bright smile, Zephyr looked from the male to the female. However, a sharp glint in his eyes told them both that he wouldn't take any shit from either of them. Fighting was fine with him; it kept everyone's strength up, and it was good excercise. But two loners on his land, who weren't part of a pack, and could have any sort of personality disorder? Zephyr wasn't going to have his pack be the first with a wolf to die on the lands. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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i'm coming out of my cage ,
and i've been doing just fine ,
gotta gotta be down ,
because I {want} it all ;
[/center][/font]and i've been doing just fine ,
gotta gotta be down ,
because I {want} it all ;
.OOC Information.
OOC name -- rust. rusteh.
Activity Level -- welll i have exams in three weeks, major ones, but once they're finished? freeeedommmmm <3
Current Characters-- none. yet ;D
How you found Wasted Skies-- wolves;corrupted.
.Character Information.
Full Name -- amalia autumn knox.
Nickname -- mali, malzz; for close friends, ami.
Gender -- female, babbyy.
Age -- seventeen.
Job -- hopefully, gardener.
First Form -- suberb fairy wren - {x}
Second Form -- red fox - {x}
Last Form -- siberian tigress - {x}
Second Form -- red fox - {x}
Last Form -- siberian tigress - {x}
Likes --
- quiet, silent places where she can be alone with her thoughts.
- flowers&plants.
- drawing, sketching and painting, when she can afford the materials.
- swimming, swimming, swimming.
- being with other people - when they're not loud&shouting.
Dislikes --
- loud people. agh.
- the SEG.
- feminists.
- old men.
- arrogant people.
.Character Appearance.
jealousy, turning saints into the sea ,
swimming through sick lullabies ,
choking on your alibis ;
[/color]swimming through sick lullabies ,
choking on your alibis ;
Eye Color -- light ash brown.
Eternal Trait -- her eye colour - no matter what her form, her eyes always stay the same light, almost gold colour.
Height --
Weight --
Overall Appearance -- Mali is small; the first thing you notice about another person is their height and weight, obviously, and she's like a fairy in both these. Lithe and little, Amalia isn't thin nor fat, but fairly average, apart from her fingers, which are long and pointed from using her hands as an artist and a gardener. Her skin is a summer brown shade all over her body, and is blemished by zero to no freckles, anywhere. Her hair used to be her pride and joy; it dusted her knees with its length, and was so thick and heavy it had to be trimmed every two weeks. But after a run-in with the SEG, she hacked it down to her shoulders in an attempt to be able to escape easier. Light brown, it curls only at the ends, and hangs in an awkward position around her shoulders. Her facial features are interesting; quite pretty, Amalia's smile has an i-know-something-you-don't-know look about it. Her eyes are wide, and framed by eyebrows darker than her hair colour. Her lips are a natural teased coral colour.
When in her fairy wren form, Amalia is slightly smaller than a grown woman's hand; bright blue and with an underbelly of dark black, she's hard to spot because of her speed. In fox form, she has very sparse fur, and so is often freezing in winter months when in her second form. And, again, she's quite smaller than the average fox. She has typical fox colouring, except for her paws, which are a light grey instead of black. In her tiger form, Amalia is huge. Lithe, powerful and vivid red-and-black, she is by far a behemoth tigress by any standards.
.Personal Character Information.
how did it end up like this ,
it was only a kiss it was only a kiss ;
it was only a kiss it was only a kiss ;
Personality -- Let's start with the positive; Amalia is pretty easy to understand. Quiet, gigglish and cute, she love love loves people, and making new friends. She's eager to please, and if someone's stuck, she'll try her best to help them out. Drawing has been her thing since she was three years old, and so creativity runs like fluid through her veins. She generally tends to tune out when others start talking about fights, bitching about people or talking angrily about others; Amalia much prefers to try make everyone get along.
That said, the reason her third form is a behemoth tiger is no coincidence. When provoked to the extreme, i.e. when she's defending her friends, her principles, or what she believes is right, Amalia will attack with vigour. Sometimes, she does get sick of being the one who stands in the middle, making everyone act nice and pretending everything's ok, and lashes out at others. She seems to trust relatively easily, but really, she just goes with the flow of things. It might seem like she trusts you irrepairably, but she has enough sense to keep her real feelings about others to herself. Easy-going and laid back, Amalia rarely seems stressed out about things; but this is simply because she's a listener, rather than a talker, and tends not to speak about her own problems. Her biggest fear is failure; from an early age, it was drilled in to her that if she failed at something, she was a loser, and so Amalia is suprisingly competitive.
History -- Anyone who's known Amalia for about three minutes would expect her to have had an easy upbringing; maybe her parents were artists, or musicians, or something nice like that. Nothing could be more wrong; she was born to one of the wealthiest men in the country. General David Knox, a rich tycoon who lived just outside of the Capital in a large estate with his wife and their only child, Amalia. His wife, Nicole, never really wanted a child, but for the first few years of Ami's life was a lovely mother.
However, when Amalia reached the age of seven, Nicole developed Munchausen syndrome; this is a rare psychological disorder where you desperately want your child to have dangerous medical problems, so much that you work yourself into a state that you BELIEVE the child does. Every week, Amalia visited the doctors or the hospital at least once. When she reached fifteen, it was getting critical. Her mother made her tell the doctors she was having trouble breathing, trouble sleeping, trouble eating, and eventually, the only solution, they said, was open heart surgery.
When Amalia heard this, at first she was unsure; maybe she really was sick, and just didn't know it...or, for that matter, feel sick. But several days before the operation was due to happen, Amalia found her mother's notebook, and looked, out of curiosity, through its pages. There was a list of procedures Mali'd gone through; the last two were open heart surgery, and after that, written in shaky, excited hand-writing, 'limb amputation.' When Amalia realised her mother's obsession with harming her body wouldn't end, she packed a bag and ran for the city. After a brief run-in with the SEG (after which she cut her hair), Amalia found work as a gardener, and lives out her life in an easy-going way, trying to stay hidden from her parents.
.RP Example.
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I'm thinkin that it's hard for me;;
Though I'm {thinkin'} that you're hard to beat!
!
The day was slowly dragging itself to an end, and as it did so, from the top of a grassy knoll, a gargantuan stag stepped from the bushes. He was a confusing animal to be sure; his antlers, tall, thick and branch-like, were fully formed with twelve tines on each antler, but on his rump, three or four white spots remained. This meant that while he was matured, he was on the younger side. Proud and confident, the beautiful animal raised his head to see the whole area, before letting out a small huff of breath. The undergrowth behind him rustled again, this time revealing a large wolf. He was by no means huge; tall, well-framed and fit, but no hulking brute. He was, too, quite pleasant to the eye, with a coat of faded grey and white, which shone silkily in the light. His eyes, a twinkling, emerald green, were flecked with gold. If any were to see this, they'd think it an extremely strange sight; for the wolf padded right up to the stag, to stand shoulder to shoulder as they looked out upon the lands. Zephyrus, the wolf, sighed softly; for they were his lands. The territory of Aurum Fhett. Home of his father, and his father's father, and for so many generations of wolves he couldn't get his head around it.
Content, Zephyrus turned his head to the stag and spoke. 'See, Castro, this is what we live for. Being here, on a day like today, enjoying the view from our beautiful lands. There's nothing more satisfying than seeing all you own laid out in front of you.' The dappled stag rolled his eyes, amused, and then spoke; a rare gift for any deer to posses. 'Zephyr, I hope you realise these lands aren't safe. As you decided to leave the Eska wilderness as your territory but free to loners, you're going to get all sorts of scum in your 'beautiful lands'. Ruefully, Zephyr grinned at his friend, but continued down the hill, this time alone. The stag resisted the urge to roll his eyes again, but a slight smile creeped up his maw. They'd been friends since they were pups and fawns; you couldn't find two closer friends in the world. With that thought still etched in his mind, Castro turned and went back the way he'd come, through the forest. Meanwhile, the Aurum Fhett alpha was pondering their shared words. It was true that he'd allowed part of his land for loners to come through; but it was, and should be, a free world. With a draught of air, came the sudden scent of wolves; this distracted Zephyrus, and he raised his muzzle cautiously, sniffing the air again. Yep, it was definately other wolves; he didn't mind, of course, since he'd let the Eska Highlands be free to loners - however, this had rules. He hoped they hadn't caught anything to eat, 'else they'd have crossed the line, and thought the grey alpha was benevolant, he was also firm.
Padding swiftly down the hill towards the Misty Lake, Zephyr shot a look over his shoulder at Castro - but the stag had disappeared. Shrugging, the male continued, until he was close enough to hear another male speak. ...Blocking his area? A flicker of annoyance breezed across his maw, but he wiped it off to remain calm. The female, apparantly, was just lying down and enjoying the sun; something he himself loved to do in this spot. Zephyr sighed, prepared himself for the worst (a confrontation), and followed the voices through the thinning fog. Before him, a scene was laid out. The female on the ground, and the male who'd just nudged her with his paw. He studied them both before appearing; whilst both looked healthy and fit, neither were bulky, savage creatures. This encouraged him, and he looked over the two again. Firstly, the female, who had admittedly caught his eye. She was average sized, no bigger than any other, but with a beautiful coat of frosty white. She had been lying in the water, content, but the other male's arrival would probably rouse her. The male, on the other hand, had quite a confusing figure; it would be easy to mistake him for a female, though Zephyr wasn't as rude as to say so. He was tall, fit and somehow, curved and slinky. Flicking an ear back, Zephyr padded into the shallows of the lake, approaching the other two with a collected smile on his maw. ' I hope all's well?' The male continued walking until he stood quite near the two, his features set in a gentle, friendly way.' I'm Zephyrus, alpha of Aurum Fhett. Eska is part of my territory, but loners are free to travel through. It's quite a beautiful place, really, and I'm glad you two have found use for it. Feel free to stay as long as you'd like.' Finishing off with another bright smile, Zephyr looked from the male to the female. However, a sharp glint in his eyes told them both that he wouldn't take any shit from either of them. Fighting was fine with him; it kept everyone's strength up, and it was good excercise. But two loners on his land, who weren't part of a pack, and could have any sort of personality disorder? Zephyr wasn't going to have his pack be the first with a wolf to die on the lands. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
From; Zephyrus.
To; Karma and Corn.
Muse; Standing Stones - 009 sound system.
Words; 1030.
[/sub]To; Karma and Corn.
Muse; Standing Stones - 009 sound system.
Words; 1030.
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