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★` ---> Name/ Age / Sex: Reasu, about 234817239 years old, female.
Occupation: She is a time keeper, a "watcher" if you will.
Equips: Her ears are made out of newspaper, you can take off an ear and read newspapers from the past, it's like a big archive. The string around her leg once untied turns into a stop watch, which she uses to tract time and events. Her hair is messy, can be let down and has soft waves or straight. Usually it's in two messy low pigtails. She has a bell collar around her neck. Her eye colour is BLACK, or any really dark colour. Her whole outfit is really mauve/taupe-schemed. No bright colours, what so ever. Her shoes are BOOTS, not socks or what ever, they are boots.
Personality: Reasu is a very multi-persona type of person. Overall she is quite clumsy and bubbly. Although, only once you've met her. At first she is very mysterious and seems to have a deathly aura around her. It's impossible to get to know her however, she might not even exist, or it's just really difficult to find her, that's all.
Expressions: She tends to have the twisted expression a lot but a bit toned down or an expression that gives her eyes a really hallow look. Occasionally around her friends she has a very cheerful expression, complimented with a really wide closed mouthed smile, she hardly ever shoes teeth.
Likes: Newspapers, holes, watches, clocks, rocks, metal, carrots, tea, Fall.
Dislikes: Nosy people, summer, Winter, Spring, boredom.
Background story thing: Reasu was born like anyone of us would be, or so I thought. Thousands of people here in Litrium read newspapers as their main source of entertainment and to keep updated. And well, that's how Reasu was born- out of newspapers. Quite ironic, she also seems to be immortal, and her job is to keep tract of events and times. For who? No one knows, it's still a mystery on how she was born. Some say they have spotted her drinking afternoon tea on Creakmound hill, other say she is a left over spirit from the old abandoned printing factory that got burned in the 1900s, haunting us and counting the days left until the world ends. What you think of her, may just be an assumption, for, she may not even exist. Perhaps, it was all just a delusion to begin with.
Refs/Gallery: 1. 2.
Art Trades: Currently closed. ; - ;
Vaiche · Sun Jan 23, 2011 @ 09:11pm · 0 Comments |
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