Always subject to change.
Username: Inus_miana
Character Name: Cefix Usui
Age: Assumed 20ish.
Race: Human by birth, Supernatural Adaptations.
Sex: Female
Room Number: South 9
Appearance:
She possesses pale gray eyes, with darker pigmentation at the bottom of her irises; the pattern resembles rain-washed colours. Beneath these observant eyes, her face is marked by dark circles that may face or darken, but never completely disappear. They are a stark contrast to her pale, ivory skin, typical of a Northerner. Framing her face is the last remaining feature from a long diluted Asian heritage: black hair that is cut into bangs and just below her ears, and curls outwards into wings. Her hair too is contrasted by one chunk of white hair in front of her left ear. There are small X tattoos behind her ears, and a messy scar between her breasts, with a mirror image on her back. The palm of her hands are always bandaged She was last measured at 5'9", 120lbs, but not as much toned as simply light. She has no flexibility, and pianist's fingers. Her general posture is composed, disciplined; she doesn't tend to slouch or laze about. She is a scholar through and through, in attire and appearances. Subject to change, as most humans are.
Personality:
Cefix developed into a scholar, but unfortunately without the sensible silence, physical modesty, or dignity. The last two seem have actually been erased completely from her being. Thus, showing skin, bargaining with anything available (for the right items; she always keeps value in mind), and close physical contact with others seems to have no place with her. She is extremely disciplined with her emotions, and talented in the effective use of them. She is observant of others when something has interested her; do not mistake this for consideration. She follows her intellectual curiosity in every motivation, even to the point of continuously harming herself. But most of the time, she is courteous.
All of the above is to be disregarded when alcohol is involved.
All courteous behavior disappears in the presence of vampires, to be replaced with a condescending, snarky attitude.
Additional Information: Past occupations include scholar, professor, librarian and chef. Granted control over glass. Has a spectral companion that mustn't be separated from her.
Image/s: please visit journal for more visual bio
Example:
The woman of the Northern regions finally arrived at the castle, opening the door with a gloved, slightly stiff hand. Her joints seemed not to move as well after long exposure to the cold. She was more susceptible to cold if she did not lock away her consciousness in the recesses of her mind. Probably, she decided, because she was more aware of her environment. Her hands were simply suffering from a psychological disability at the moment. So she consoled herself. Stepping inside the sheltered castle walls, she was washed over by a warmth her bones had forgotten in their journey against the winter element. She smiled, closing her eyes for a second while shutting the door behind her, so her hands rested on her lower back while holding the door handle. Having her moment of restoration, she made her way towards the bar, as per usual, while peeling off the leather glove that seemed so reluctant to part with her hand.
As she stepped into the familiar room, her eyes immediately scanned the area out of habit. It was at once that she spotted her company, the man with the canines. She noticed this trait of his without a doubt. Something clicked in her mind, a quick connection. With this, she huffed through her nostrils, showing obvious disdain. It was an audible, noticeable action on her part, most likely making her presence known. It was not her aim, however, as she turned on her heels and walked out. Her condescending actions were deeply ingrained in her, with no consideration for the man.
They have to ruin every establishment, of course, she thought, realizing with indignancy that she'd found her first flaw in this otherwise lovely establishment. She found herself searching for another room. By the time she'd removed her first glove, she stood outside the open door of the ball room, looking in and seeing a familiar face. A smile flitted across her features, and stayed there.
[entrance to SL]
