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Name: Jaquelynn
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Abilities: Able to shift into anything small or medium sized.
Flaws: When she shifts into another person her eyes do not change.
Personality: She is very stuck up and stubborn but she is kind at heart and loving to the core.
Bio: Jaquelynn Was born into a family where she had an older brother and a younger brother. Her parents were very rich but she was seperated from them when she was young. She lived out in the wild until she was taken in, taught manners and given an education. She recently found both of her brothers and inherited a tavern from her parents, which incidentally both went missing.
Misc: No one has ever seen Jaque's true appearance. Though her eyes are always transparet blue unless she uses contacts to change them. Her actual form is below.
Sample Post-
The trees surrounding the Haven stirred restlessly, leaves falling to the ground and spinning wildly as the cascaded over a young woman. The animals, squirrels, deer, and rabbits alike, scattered in several directions, avoiding the hidden danger that alerted them, hiding in holes of behind various brush to conceal their bodies. There was obviously something disturbing them, something unnoticed by the creatures outside the reaches of the branches that hid so well the secrets that no one wished to be discovered. The wind chilled the air greatly as the forest itself noted a presence. A figure shrouded in shadows stood silently still as their eyes gazed out at the Haven. The body was shapely and that of a woman as anyone with eyes and sight could see. A delicate pair of canine ears peeks out from beneath her fire engine red hair, softly twitching to and fro as she listens to her scenery. Not once had she been to this place but something drew her here. Curiously she crouches down and scans the area around the building several yards in front of her person. Her head lifted into the air and she took a big whiff, sniffing the air for any sign of a creature that may be like her in sorts. She lowers her head and tilts her head; she was overwhelmed by too many scents and would have to get closer to decipher any distinguishing smells.
Still crouched down, seemingly on all fours, she makes her way out of the tree line and into the light. Her features now visible to anyone who strained their eyes enough. She had a brilliant pair of slightly transparent blue eyes that darted around anxiously. Her movements were fluid and like that of a being with practice at being stealthy. Jaquelynn stops by a single tree a mere twenty-five feet from the main door that would allow access into the Haven. She sniffs the air again and looks around, as she smells felines, canines, undead, and other such persons in the area. She tilts her head and smiles at the discovery she had so curiously stumbled upon. Today must be her lucky day seeing as how she had been in the forest for several days with only traces of humans. The damned race that others enjoyed maiming, their screams were sweet sounding to the ears of killers and of the sadistic, though she found noisy deaths a bit annoying.
With a slight snort she stands up on her feet and looks around. Her clothes now more clearly visible since she was no longer hunched over to conceal them from view. She wore a dark blue cloth in her hair, though not for any particular purpose, a leather thong necklace that wrapped around her neck several times before hanging down into her cleavage with three decently sized crystals, a buck skin top that adorned leather straps buckled under her breast and also around her waist, a rather short pair of shorts secured in place with a cowhide belt and half a light blue skirt hanging down her left leg, buckskin boots that reached up her calves, and a pair of soft leather gloves which were pulled half way up her arm decorated with silver bracers. She wore what was comfortable though she also liked to be able to store things on her, such as the dagger placed to the side of her breast so that she could access it easily.
Her unique eyes look around outside once more before stepping toward the building she was so curious about. Jaquelynn was a creature of grace and manners and she suspected there was going to be some unruly people inside if it was a bar. As she stands in front of the slightly larger than average sized door her mind wanders to new heights. Perhaps she may even find her arrogant pig headed brother in here. He did so enjoy such places, as he found them to be entertaining. With a soft shake of her head at the silly notion she opens the door slowly and peers inside at the occupants. When no sign of her brother was evident she steps in and closes the door behind her gently so as not to disturb anyone with a loud entrance.
After a moments pause to take in the details that the interior so bluntly possessed she makes her way over to the bar and watches the tender busy along to other customers. She would wait her turn and in doing so perhaps study some of the people in the Haven. Her attention was divided with the occupants of the building and of her past that she almost completely forgot, but clung to several memories. She was trying to find her brother but could not no matter where she went. With a sigh she looks at the counter top then at the tender waiting by her patiently for an order. She smiles sweetly and chuckles, she should have paid better attention though she supposed if the tender were in a hurry he would have cocked an attitude. She chews her lip slightly before whispering her order of a tall galss of fresh water.
[This character is rarely seen played as well. She is high bred and often times to kind for her own good. ]
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Name: Amai Zetsumei Douma.
Age: Four years old, though her mind is much more advanced.
Race: Human.
Gender: Female.
Capabilities: This child is capable of commiting murder in the first. She has a quick reaction time which allows her to be agile in her movements.
Flaws: Since she is still a child she is obviously height challenged. She also has a soft spot for honor. If the person can see through her act of innocence she likes them, though other times she is arrogant.
Appearance: Amai has bouncing golden blonde curls that frame her round face in a delicate manner. Bright blue eyes that peirce through even the coldest of hearts. Mostly seen lugging around a bright yellow pillow instead of the typical teddybear and usually wears a pink dress to give off a girlie sense to her.
Bio: Amai was abandoned as a baby and taken in throughout the first year or so by many families. She was tossed around from house to house, village to village. At one point in her early childhood she was with a band of bandits. She learned a lot of tricks from them through observation. Her first kill was when she was three years old. She had witnessed the death of her current family and so took out the man who had killed them. She stood alone, bloody and scratched, in the empty courtyard of the dojo only to be picked up again by a different family.
Amai quickly found that taking a life was more challenging than anything she had ever encountered. She does love a challenge. So she kept her violent ways and often times took on another human as her doll. A play thing that she could torture while traveling. Though not many lasted. She often times would remember that other little girls had sewn dolls and would try the same thing. The doll would die and she would keep their head as a prize.
Though when she hit the age of four she stummbled upon the Sheol Manor, there she met Sharlen, the mistress. It was then that she found someone worth living. Her new mother. The Pretty Thing. Sha then offered to adpot her and they came to an agreement that they would be a fmaily. Amai never once made any move or thoughts to kill her moma, for she was too precious. Months after her adoption into the family there was another added. Lein, her new brother. He is older than her but she was the first into Sha's heart. In an attempt to gain a present for both her mother and brother she was cursed.
The curse placed upon her was that if anyone outside her family touched her she would suffer great pain and transform into her future self. The transformation would only last for a short time but she would be in pain during the changes. All this for taking a life of the Shamans son.
Weapons: Amai used a collection of weapons stored in her bright yellow pillow. She has a 'chew toy' which is the Dagger of Aries, God of War. This particular blade is rather sharp and decorated with many jewels. However, the child uses this weapon solely to chew upon. She has two other daggers, twin blades, that are silver and thin. Used mainly in assassinations, also known as stilettos. The last type of weapon she has stored in there is her needles. She used these maninly to p***k someone with if they are ignoring her.
Family: Sharlen[DemonDragonfly] is her adopted mother and Lein[Leingods] is her adopted brother.
Sample Post-
:: Amai emerges forth from the shadows of the stair well. She had spent the night upstairs with her bright yellow pillow. The one thing she loved more than anything in this world. Probably the only thing she loved actually. She had seen her parental figure the previous night but only for a little while.She enjoyed the company of Sharlen but it was still a bit strained. Something about her new 'mother' was off. It seemed she was having difficulties dealing either with Amai or the thought of motherhood.
The child didn't care either way, Sha would always be a pretty thing to her. Something no one was to touch or play with. Almost like a porcline doll to a normal child. Her dolls were living things. They were humans that showed her fear. The emotion she adored in all things on the verge of death. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of it. In fact the decapitated head she had brought with her yesterday, and left under the couch, had fear frozen into it's cold flesh.
Her short golden hair was in tangles and fell in front of her eyes as she hopped off the last step. Deep blue eyes met the occupants that stared at her but she paid no mind. Her objective was to retrieve her human head and possibly find a new 'Doll.' Sha had promised her a puppet, but it wasn't the same. They didn't have blood to spill, nor did they scream in pain.
Sure she was only four years old but she knew enough to weild any small blade just as proficient as a samurai weilds a katana. Something she prided herself on. Slowly though she was learning to handle other such weapons. As she stopped near the bar she looks around to see if there were any familiar faces. ::
 Luna Lucianne · Thu Apr 05, 2007 @ 09:16pm · 0 Comments |
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