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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 3:37 pm
FULL NAME : Vivian Evermore. It's nice to meet you.
NICKNAME : Viv or Vivi are fine by me!
RACE: Human.
GENDER : Female.
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH : Her birthday is __, _______, and she is twenty-two years old.
HOROSCOPE : blahblahblah
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 3:52 pm
STARTING STAGE : > "I just got here!" First stage.
DESIRED JOB LOCATION: Oh, I would absolutely love to work as a _____
JOB TYPE: Maybe, when the time comes for it— I'll slowly build up and become an aprentice ____, and then, afterwards, I'll become a fullfledged ____!
BRIEF HISTORY: > "Oh."
The city is a place with many opportinities, such as being a shopkeeper, buisness woman, and more... But not a blacksmith. Vivian has always wanted to become a blacksmith due to the fact that her uncle used to work as one. She would watch him work day in and day out, always excited for the next time she could see him work. After becoming graduating from collage, she went on a search looking for places where they could allow her to become an apprentice blacksmith. She knew how it would be hard to become one— that it needed a lot of hard work and dedication. She would be able to pull through— she was sure of it!
She had found many places— but most of them refused to have her because of two reasons: One, she was a female. Two, she was half blind. Vivian, furious, lashed out at each of them with such anger you wouldn't have thought it was her, since she's usually always calm and patient. She then raged out from wherever it was, and almost lost hope.
Hearing of a place named Sunny Haven, Vivian was instantly interested. It is a town with happiness and it sounded beautiful. Relaxing, even! They even had a blacksmith! Maybe she could ask to become his apprentice? Perhaps... She instantly went on her way, taking the first boat from the city to the river valley with growing anticipation in her heart.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 4:07 pm
HAIR STYLE : > "Normally, I leave it loose, parted through the middle of my head. I'm actually thinking about getting a new hairstyle and cutting it— it feels too long." Loose. It reaches to just above her breasts.
HAIR COLOR : > "A crimson red that I adore!" Red.
EYE COLOR : > "Emerald is the color my mother used to tell me!" Bright green.
SKIN COLOR AND TONE : > "I'm colored a chocolate-brown~" Chocolatey brown.
BODY TYPE : > "I guess you could say I have an hourglass figure? I've been on a diet for a while, ha ha ha!" Something of an hourglass. She used to be rather chubby before, in collage.
OTHER FEATURES : "> None that I see... Oh wait, seeing! My right eye is blind!" When Vivian was younger, she would always go outside at night to look at the sky. She would cover one eye and bask in it's beautiful and enchanting light, while staring up at it. Once, there was an eclipse, and well... Her eyesight slowly worsened. She sometimes uses one contact for her eye, when she knows she's going to need it, but most of the time does not care for the blurriness in the right eye.
CLOTHES : Usually, she wears a teal shirt with a pretty collar and capris that reach until her knees, with greenish sandals.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 4:16 pm
PERSONALITY: THE VIRTUES : Easy-going
Patient
Stubborn
PERSONALITY: THE FLAW : A bit too reserved
Under-confident
Stubborn
YOUR FEARS AND WEAKNESS : > "...Um." Her biggest fear is ______, while her biggest weakness is __________.
LIKES : > "Ha ha, being with others, of course!" She likes to hang around people alot, the countyside, and although she doesn't show it, she LOVES to eat!
DISLIKES : >
FAVORITE ANIMAL:
FAVORITE COLOR: > "I absolutely love the color red." Red is, and always has been, her favorite color. She just loves how pretty it is, and how it symbolizes many things, like blood, and the security of others— the red cross, of course!
SEXUALITY : > "...Isn't that rather uncomfortable to ask? Nevermind. I'm straight, but if a girl can sway me... So be it!" Bisexual, but leaned more towards the males.
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