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 Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 7:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 7:38 pm
.::The Nightingale::.  b a s i c i n f o r m a t i o n Hello, My name is Aquila B. Harrison I Have Been on this Earth for About Eighteen YearsI am of the Female GenderI'm staying in dorm number Eight, RedI'm currently enrolled in grade number Twelvec o l o r m e p r e t t y How I Normally Look Soft pleasant features, a high intelligent brow, and eyes that color of dark hazel. Aquila is a beautiful girl by any means but some are distracted by this very fact by her bookish manner and her choice of hairstyle. Something that she tends to ignore with a easy smile and a off beat charm. As far as she is concerned, she likes her hairstyle. Her looks and her personality. If people don't like her or anything about her...then that's just okay. That's just how Aquila is...and it's likely something that's not going to change anytime soon.
Her body is lean but curvy. Not exactly what people would label the thin and willowy type. But it works for her, especially with the right dress. Her height is a mere 5 feet 7 inches, a relatively tall height for a girl. But she had always wanted to be taller. And because of this she tends to wear shoes that have some sort of heel. Though its a choice that she should truly rethink considering the fact that she has trouble with her left ankle. The old injury of a rambunctious child, and one that she's likely to feel til her last days. Her hands are lightly calloused, the sign of a person not afraid of work. And the sign of a musician. The hardness mostly forming around the tips of her fingers and the inner parts of her knuckles. Small scars littering the same areas as strings bit deep. Just another thing that she considers just part of the of the trade. And as such she finds no shame in having them.
Glasses, a rimless silver, usually sits upon her face as she reads. A beautiful off brand that doesn't look as though it were. Well used, but obviously maintained even with the fact that she tries to hide them. They are a guilty necessity that she uses only when she truly needs them. Halter tops are a easy choice for this songbird. The sleeveless tops refreshing on a hot summers day. Long sleeves a easy second when it comes to cold nights and even cooler winters. Cropped jeans being a must when it comes to bottoms, leggings a lovely thing to wear with her longer blouses. But overall comfort and simple perfection is key when it comes to Aquila's style.Fairytale Appearance While Aquila's own look is just a whisper of elegance, her costume for the Nightingale is something close to a scream. For her part as the bird she wears a half mask on her face. A blue feathered piece that lies gently on her cheek bones and comes to a small point above her nose for the beak. Her lips and chin laid bare and unsheltered by the leather concealer, the deep red that her lips are painted a deep contrast to the almost bottomless blue tone.
The suit she wears is something akin to a feathered one piece dress, the feathers themselves a jeweled tone that reflects light in interesting ways as they flare down and out into a rough skirt. Her arms are also covered in the stuff, instead the gentle curve of them turning into the wings. Her legs are covered in tights, her feet in ankle cut boots the color of dry sand. They wanted to humanize the part of the Nightingale, and that is exactly what they did. A human bird. She isn't exactly fond of her costume but she doesn't exactly hate it either. She merely...tolerates it.
Her mechanical counterpart, however, is something that she adores. Steampunk seems to be the theme when thinking of the metal bird. Tough leather covers both her torso and legs. A seamless top only interrupted by the heart shaped hole just at the top of her breast bone, the place tastefully covered by a metal-like grill with gears decorating its innards. Her bottom a long leather pant shades darker than the top. The suit its self more old fashioned riding habit than delicate ballet suit. In place of her ankle high boots she wears knee high combats. A small heel made of bronzed steel a pretty contrast. The overall color scheme being that of gold, bronze, and brown.y o u o u g h t t o k n o w How I am At first glance Aquila would appear to be a person interested in fashion, in things like high heels and fancy dresses. And those things are great all the same. But Aquila's interest runs more toward music and writing. Brave heroines, handsome princes, and a cunning villain with a dastardly plot! Now that's interesting! She would gladly take a good book over the latest stick of lip color. But to label her as a bookworm and only that would be a mistake that someone would make only once. She's quick to smile and laugh, but also one prone to serious conversations and interesting debate. Her anger is slow to boil but when her dander is up its hard to cool it back down. Though usually her manner is just light and airy, almost easy going truthfully. And because of this most people just think that her mind follows suit. But all this just hides a empathic soul that only wants to help when and if she can.
She's practically a open book when it comes to her emotions. What she's feeling or hiding never truly a secret when she has the habit of blurting it out in the first place. But there are times when even she becomes closed within her shell. The state of her family being one of them. And clear pushes for her to do something another. She's stubborn to a fault when her mind has been made up. And she knows it. How I came to be Aquila‘s childhood wasn‘t overly dramatic, it wasn‘t full of turmoil or strife. But…it wasn‘t exactly easy either. Her mother died when she was only eight years old from a heart condition. From a heart that was overworked and finally just quit. She was a musician by trade and a hard working mom on her own time. The kind of woman that people always went to when they wanted something done and done right. She answered all calls for help, feed all bellies that needed to be filled. And she did it all with a smile. She was the glue that held everyone together. A provider who’s heart was forever filled. She was kind. She was humble. But she was also proud. And it was probably because of her pride that she allowed her health to get to the point that it was.
Aquila can‘t really remember all the facts of her mom‘s death. Maybe she was too young. Even at the age of eight. Or maybe her mind just blocked it out to protect her somewhat. But there‘s one thing that she will always remember with crystal clear clarity: Even as her heart became weaker and weaker…her mother still put on a brave smile. It was at this moment that Aquila truly realized how far her mom went to keep them all together. And it was also at this moment that she realized how it would all fall apart.
Her father wasn‘t the same after she died. The old fashioned hard working man lost some of the laughter in his heart. He didn’t smile as often. He worked even harder. And because of that…father and daughter slowly drifted apart. There was love still there. But that pain became a heavy pall that both couldn’t shake. And while her father dug himself deeper into his job, Aquila just drifted. The only solace she could really find being in fairytales and music. The music was comforting. A reminder of the merriment that used to float from room to room in late afternoons. Of whispering strings and cloth scented with spicy cinnamon. The fairytales were a escape. The involved stories taking her from this world and into the next. It was a relief after life’s brief disappointments. Of knowing that the food she cooked would never be as good as her mother’s, of knowing that she would never play the violin as well. It made it…bearable.
Over time they both finally healed…in their own ways. Her father found another woman to love. A woman that understood his grief and numbed the pain. And Aquila? She…thought it was alright as long as her father was happy. The woman was…kind enough. And she wasn‘t a bad person. Aquila couldn‘t…wouldn‘t say that about her at any time. But that still didn’t breed any fondness in her heart for her. Something stopping her from her from truly accepting her as a part of the family. And it was because of this feeling that it always stood that she would never be her mother. Step or otherwise. And probably never would be. A fact that the woman took surprisingly well.
But even with that understanding between them it rankled to see her in the house. Eating, sleeping, and sitting where her mother used to be. No matter how well she got to know the woman, it never sat completely right in the pith of her soul. So when the letter from the Academy came through the mail offering a place filled with myth and fantasy. A place where she could get away from it all, if only for a moment. How could she ever turn it down. s o m e o t h e r i n f o r m a t i o n There's something else you ought to know ✚ Shiny: Shiny things distracts her somewhat. There's just something about it that's so....pretty. And its the only thing that can truly break he concentration. A fact that she's somewhat embarrassed about.
✚ Strawberries : Her favorite treat! Covered in chocolate, baked in a tart, or displayed beautifully on top of a cake. It doesn't really matter to her as long as they're real berries.
✚ Kleptophilia? : Its...nothing really. Usually she takes small things. Small shiny things...when she sees them. Its not really a fully conscious thought. And most of the time she doesn't truly realize that she's doing it...until she tries to put it back. The 'feeling' usually comes upon her when she is nervous or even upset.
✚ Divine: Her mother's violin. Her favorite instrument out of the few that she had learned how to play over time. A maple stained a dark cherry. The aged swirls of the wood somehow bleeding through and adding character, personality. Its obviously cared for. The bow strings covered in a layer of strengthening resin. The stings patiently tightened to the right cord. Its well loved. And its never a rare occasion that she shows it.
✚ Call me? : 'Quila or Qui. Short for Aquila. Nicknames have never been Aquila's thing but she doesn't really mind if someone uses it. ✚ Absolute Pitch: Aquila can name a note by ear alone, can tell the difference between pitch and sharp. Could recognize a person by their voice alone if exposed to it enough and...can tell how a person is feeling by whether their voice spikes to a high or low register when talking to them. Its an ability that not only helps with music but helps her connect with people better when needed. .::Elliptic Sin::.[ My hair is still the same. A deep black with ponytails. Though I have been thinking of getting a haircut. Something new....]
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 7:41 pm
Yay! The first draft is almost complete! Just need to clean it up a little bit...give it a bit of shine. Put up a good history.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 7:49 pm
texan, awesome! Just let me know when you've handled all the changes.
And, Elliptic, she's soooo insanly beautifull. I love her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 8:47 pm
Changed it! I actually like how it turned out! If nobody makes a Red Riding Hood I may make that later lol
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 9:40 pm
Hee, I thought so too when I first saw the picture. I just had to use it somewhere. I should be done with her profile soon. I already have an idea as to her back story. I just need to play it in my mind and see what works and what I need to change.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 9:50 pm
You know, I feel kinda bad about that small post I just sent out. I should have just tacked it onto my other one....but then it would have caused some strange problems. Like Martin and Marcel meeting at the door when they clearly didn't leave at the same time. And also I had to have Marcel react to the encounter but not that quickly because it would be odd.
And..well. Also at the time I just didn't think about it and now its too late. Oh, the slight disappointment XP
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 10:33 pm
Elliptic, I love that picture. So pretty!!!! A tiny suggestion, if I may? I think you should moving the glasses and the ankle info under her normal look paragraph.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:44 am
Texan, what story is your character from? The protecting the forest made it sound like he wasn't a character....
Elliptic, it's all right. The post was fine, sure it was short, but it was better for you to split up the post than clam 'em all into one.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:49 am
Okay, Texan, this is going to sound a tad bit harsh, and I don’t even know how I didn’t notice this before, but did you even read the rules? I don’t know if I can accept you. There were to many flaws in your profile, one after another, then I noticed you lacked something that proved you looked over the rules. I think you should reread the WHOLE first page and then explain why you should be accepted.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 1:10 am
Uhm... I think the only thing that could be considered wrong would be the 'werewolf' transformation. But I guess that depends on how you can interpret that. Should I put the fairytale he's from? I thought being the Big Bad Wolf would imply his origins from Little Red Riding Hood.
If anything does need changing just point it out to me and I'll willingly do so because so far I've complied with the suggestions given.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 1:26 am
I am not saying that you did not comply with the suggestions given, nor am I saying there is another flaw within the profile. I am saying there were flaws, some in which I feel could have possibly been avoided with simply looking over the first page and reading the rules.
However, there is one major thing in the profile that does not involve any information regarding your character. This is important because it shows that you cared enough about this role play to thoroughly look through the first page.
Since you did not prove that you read the rules in your profile, your profile was lacking in the start, and you obviously did not look over the first page when first asked. I am sorry, but I cannot accept you. I do not believe that you have the writing capability nor the dedication required to participate in this role play. I am so terribly sorry, and I wish it weren’t so, nonetheless, I am asking for excellence or at least a try at it.
Also, if you were wondering what you missed, you were supposed to place how your hair looks at the moment which proves you read the rules. If you also read the rules, it would have been obvious that I am looking for a well put together profile and anything less will not be accepted. I should have noticed that you hadn’t read the rules at first glance, and for that it is my fault. It would have saved a lot of stress on your part. And, for that I am sorry. All though, even with my error, I cannot deny what you have proven.
I am sorry Texan, but you cannot be a part of this Roleplay.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:06 am
Oh goodness! Sorry I haven't posted in a few days guys. sad Things have been so crazy ever since I got back up to Charlotte! I finally see that being a real adult who has to actually cook and clean and do other things for herself is sooo time consuming. None of my college classes have prepared me for this! gonk Don't worry though, things have calmed down and I can now post! Sorry again for the vanishing guys.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:50 am
I'm always open to suggestions. So never worry about that. To be honest the only reason why those two details are down there in the first place is because I thought of them later after I finished my description.
Something that I did before when it came to Marcel. More than likely I'm gonna scrap what I have in the description and place something...else there. I'm not quite happy with it yet. But..that's mostly because I'm nit picky like that. I'm always seeing things like typos and strange verbs that doesn't quite sit right sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 6:33 pm
Isa? Are you going to post as Martin or can I use that?
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