Post by ky on Aug 20, 2007 21:04:43 GMT -5
Name: Kayle
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Corner Preferance: Earth
Age: 648 years xx appears at 19
Description:
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 113 lbs
Hair color: dark brown, often mistook for black
Eye Color: Piercing silver
Skin: light tan, hints of olive tone
Appearance: Layered dark chocolate hair frames her face, arching outwards at the ears and continuing the pattern until just an inch above her chin. A few thick bangs divid her face and often times conceal the startling silver eyes on her face. Her face takes a long angular look, her lips are a subtle pink. Around her neck she wears a pink ascot. Her shoulders are framed by the black leather jacket she wears, designed and created herself. Beneath the jacket she wears a form fitting strapless top. A stiff black skirt ties the outfit together. Her boots run up two inches past her knees. She's always seen with a faded tan duffle bag, Kayle's been traveling for quite a while. Kayle usually has a smile on her face and often can be heard laughing. She carries knives on the insides of her boots, but never needs them.
Personality: Kayle is a wild-child sort of girl. Despite growing up in a very sheltered village with her immortal foster parents the girl always had a tendency to stirr up trouble. Naturally curious, she's been nicknamed a natural disaster; something beautiful that nature created, both with beauty and danger. Far too stubborn and filled with pride, it tends to get her into trouble. Out-spoken but quick to forgive, Kayle is an amaiable wanderer. Kayle likes people to know how she feels, and also tells them when she finds them out of line. Although tough, she's actually very compassionate in her own way. Sometime's she's so focused on her own journey that she can come off selfish, but when in a bind, Kayle will help. It's visibly easy to tell when she's jealous or embarrassed. All in all, she's emotional, you can tell what she's feeling. She isn't one to contain the energy that flows through her.
Kayle's also determined and devoted. This is what brings her Algaësia, she's searching for the Lord of the Soil.
Skills:
Kayle has the ability to maniuplate the rocks and soil. Dubbed "Natural Disaster" because of her inability to fully control those powers. She has been known to create mudslides, landslides, earthquakes etc. By channeling her inner powers she controls the earth by her hands. If she shakes a fist the earth will shake too if she's concentrating. The rocks and soil she manipulates she can physically move, but also carve into other shapes (daggers, faces, etc).
She has her basic traveling street smarts, and also has the ability to charm people, she tends to get whatever she wants without really meaning to.
Sample Post: Here's a short story i wrote. I've got other characters on here.
The falling sun kissed the horizon like an oil passed canvas, the sky bleeding into a deeper red, the underbellies of the clouds a soft pink. The moon began to shine in the star lit sky, a humble crescent as it gazed down upon the planet. Lights lined the pier on both sides, twelve on each, enough light for the children and their parents, lovers, and friends, to all make their way toward the exit, toward their homes where they would once again find safe haven. The orbs of light glittered against the oncoming tidewater, the last of the footprints erased from damp, now cold, sand. The sand castles stood tall and triumphant, shadows stretching over the side to meet the midnight blue water. It was a beautiful night. A lighthouse warned weary travelers from far off the coast.
From the top of the Ferris wheel where the two sat a light breeze could be felt, strong enough that it danced and wove through the girl’s hair pulling it back as a master would rear a horse. It was chilly on the top despite it being late July, hair on forearms rose. The smell of the sea, cotton candy, and fun, still lingered about despite time pushing past midnight. Everything came into perspective atop the Ferris wheel, their red seat rocking with the wind, the whole metal contraption squeaking and groaning from its grueling use all these years. A fall from here was imminent death, they were higher than the buildings, but still, the view was breathtaking. The low hum of human murmur was slowly dying and even the last of the seagulls headed to their nests.
“The summer is heading into its final chapter, soon we’ll be separated.”
“Lets not talk about that,” she whispered, turning her eyes from him back to the sky, Orion in full view. “Why ruin this, with such sad thoughts?”
“Is this not such a sad sight to see? The sun has met defeat once again by the moon, the children have all returned home, and we are left here to contemplate. When the sun leaves, so does the distractions, the things that pull us away from reality. Now, we must sit here and this.”
“Please, enough of your eloquence, the day was not created merely to forgot that which we do not please. The night is not that negativity; shadows and darkness are not the same. Look now at the ever approaching hours of sleep,” she pointed to a mother and son below them, hand in hand, red balloon tied to the right wrist of the child, maybe eight. “It is dark, but do they seem troubled?”
“Is one example enough to prove what you believe?”
“Please, enough of this banter and game. I’m not here to win a quarrel we aren’t sanctimonious are we? No, not me.” She leaned her elbows against the cold metal bar that kept them strapped into their chair, her chin rested in both her tanned hands. “It’s a lovely night.”
“Lovely,” he repeated. “Why is lovely so horrible? Why are we blanketed by this attraction and fear the ugliness beneath? Who is to say we’ll ever be loved again when true colors are shown?”
She gazed at him, blue orbs dulled and focuses on his hardened features, “Why are you like this? This has been going on for a while now. Tell me, what’s troubling you?”
His eyes closed, nose still upturned to the sky, “Nothing is wrong.”
“The negative is affirmation.” The muscles around his nose tightened, one of her hands trailed to his, “Please? What do you fear?”
“When we depart….”
“We still have time.”
“When. We. Depart---“ he started again, “---Will I still be me?”
“Well that’s a strange question to pose, why wouldn’t you be you?”
“You are my world, you are my existence, and when you are gone do I remain or cease to remain because the world I belong to is no more?”
“As long as you live, are you not here?”
He cracked open his eye and snatched a glance at her. She was still gazing, watching his reaction as her index finger slid between his fingers. “I cannot feel alive without you.”
“But you will live.”
“A constant heartbeat and a few breaths don’t verify my being alive.”
“Distance is not death.”
His face faltered with a look of forlorn, “Why do you insist on being so heartless?”
“Heartless? Why do you jest like that? I have said nothing malicious!”
He slammed his fists into the rail, shaking their cart, swaying, in panic she too gripped on for dear life. His hand covered his face, words escaping through the space between his fingers, “Why are you so calm? Why do you not ache?”
“You fear you will never be loved again and you fear you will not survive when we depart,” she swung her legs gently as the Ferris wheel descended. “There is much darkness in this place but distance does not assure annihilation. Contrary to your belief, the world shall continue spinning.”
“But my world shall not!”
“Have you not the strength to endure minor dissatisfaction?”
“Dissatisfaction? Is that what you so cruelly call the separation of two lovers?”
Her eyes closed, tilting her head back toward the sky. “You simply assume the pessimistic outcome in your life.”
“You’re leaving me!”
“Yes. I am leaving friends, family, and lover alike. You are the keeper of my heart, but I must go. You cannot bind me.”
There was a silence between the two.
“Listen to me closely, darling; it is true that I am leaving, but I am not dying. I shall return and continue to thrive.”
“How can you thrive when this ache consumes me? When this darkness consumes me?”
The Ferris wheel screeched and the metal gate was lifted. Staring at the ground finally within reach she frowned. “You refuse to believe in me, refuse to believe in us. I keep my faith.”
Added:::
He chuckled, coated in melancholy, “I cannot believe this.”
“You are merely afraid.”
“Afraid? Three times now you call me out, accusing me of being fearful, you think you know me so well?”
Her feet reached the wooden planks of the boardwalk, “Yes. And I also know myself. I may appear cruel and heartless as you so boldly told me, but I do fear.” He said nothing but extended a hand to her, she staring at it. “I fear everyday the more and more I fall in love with you. I fear how weak and petty I am since my heart belongs to a man who holds no hope or faith in I. I am repulsed that my affections weigh nothing in this world of materialistic spat we call our homes!”
“You fear such trivial things, such things that only battle within the turmoil of your mind?”
With a flick of her wrist she brushed his hand aside and turned her back from him, composing her breath as she turned her eyes to the now completely sunless sky. “What I fear the most is nothing more than my own heart and now I am told that you fear my heart too?” She frowned as tears filled her eyes, whispering, “Why do I bother then?”
“ My darling, I ---“
“No, speak no more. I leave you now. I shall leave like all the others, retreating to the confines of my room to wait for morning knowing I am safe. I leave this haze of ambiguity and strike down my own path. That world you despised so fully is now yours for the taking. The demons in you constructed this place.
Now I live with no fear, for my heart is surely broken. I will leave this wonderland of lights and music to travel home in darkness. In that darkness I will be free and in that ugly I shall flourish, and I shall ache as well. Goodnight good sir, I hope you enjoy this Utopia, where the lights shine all night but the people leave. That people, we all know deep in our beings that all happiness sleeps, but we also know it does not die. You think the sun shall not rise, that the veil shall not be lifted. You my friend are a coward who fears all that is not within the realm of reality, and for that, you have my condolences.”
She cleared her throat, dabbed beneath her now inflamed eyes, and slowly disappeared into the night.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Corner Preferance: Earth
Age: 648 years xx appears at 19
Description:
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 113 lbs
Hair color: dark brown, often mistook for black
Eye Color: Piercing silver
Skin: light tan, hints of olive tone
Appearance: Layered dark chocolate hair frames her face, arching outwards at the ears and continuing the pattern until just an inch above her chin. A few thick bangs divid her face and often times conceal the startling silver eyes on her face. Her face takes a long angular look, her lips are a subtle pink. Around her neck she wears a pink ascot. Her shoulders are framed by the black leather jacket she wears, designed and created herself. Beneath the jacket she wears a form fitting strapless top. A stiff black skirt ties the outfit together. Her boots run up two inches past her knees. She's always seen with a faded tan duffle bag, Kayle's been traveling for quite a while. Kayle usually has a smile on her face and often can be heard laughing. She carries knives on the insides of her boots, but never needs them.
Personality: Kayle is a wild-child sort of girl. Despite growing up in a very sheltered village with her immortal foster parents the girl always had a tendency to stirr up trouble. Naturally curious, she's been nicknamed a natural disaster; something beautiful that nature created, both with beauty and danger. Far too stubborn and filled with pride, it tends to get her into trouble. Out-spoken but quick to forgive, Kayle is an amaiable wanderer. Kayle likes people to know how she feels, and also tells them when she finds them out of line. Although tough, she's actually very compassionate in her own way. Sometime's she's so focused on her own journey that she can come off selfish, but when in a bind, Kayle will help. It's visibly easy to tell when she's jealous or embarrassed. All in all, she's emotional, you can tell what she's feeling. She isn't one to contain the energy that flows through her.
Kayle's also determined and devoted. This is what brings her Algaësia, she's searching for the Lord of the Soil.
Skills:
Kayle has the ability to maniuplate the rocks and soil. Dubbed "Natural Disaster" because of her inability to fully control those powers. She has been known to create mudslides, landslides, earthquakes etc. By channeling her inner powers she controls the earth by her hands. If she shakes a fist the earth will shake too if she's concentrating. The rocks and soil she manipulates she can physically move, but also carve into other shapes (daggers, faces, etc).
She has her basic traveling street smarts, and also has the ability to charm people, she tends to get whatever she wants without really meaning to.
Sample Post: Here's a short story i wrote. I've got other characters on here.
The falling sun kissed the horizon like an oil passed canvas, the sky bleeding into a deeper red, the underbellies of the clouds a soft pink. The moon began to shine in the star lit sky, a humble crescent as it gazed down upon the planet. Lights lined the pier on both sides, twelve on each, enough light for the children and their parents, lovers, and friends, to all make their way toward the exit, toward their homes where they would once again find safe haven. The orbs of light glittered against the oncoming tidewater, the last of the footprints erased from damp, now cold, sand. The sand castles stood tall and triumphant, shadows stretching over the side to meet the midnight blue water. It was a beautiful night. A lighthouse warned weary travelers from far off the coast.
From the top of the Ferris wheel where the two sat a light breeze could be felt, strong enough that it danced and wove through the girl’s hair pulling it back as a master would rear a horse. It was chilly on the top despite it being late July, hair on forearms rose. The smell of the sea, cotton candy, and fun, still lingered about despite time pushing past midnight. Everything came into perspective atop the Ferris wheel, their red seat rocking with the wind, the whole metal contraption squeaking and groaning from its grueling use all these years. A fall from here was imminent death, they were higher than the buildings, but still, the view was breathtaking. The low hum of human murmur was slowly dying and even the last of the seagulls headed to their nests.
“The summer is heading into its final chapter, soon we’ll be separated.”
“Lets not talk about that,” she whispered, turning her eyes from him back to the sky, Orion in full view. “Why ruin this, with such sad thoughts?”
“Is this not such a sad sight to see? The sun has met defeat once again by the moon, the children have all returned home, and we are left here to contemplate. When the sun leaves, so does the distractions, the things that pull us away from reality. Now, we must sit here and this.”
“Please, enough of your eloquence, the day was not created merely to forgot that which we do not please. The night is not that negativity; shadows and darkness are not the same. Look now at the ever approaching hours of sleep,” she pointed to a mother and son below them, hand in hand, red balloon tied to the right wrist of the child, maybe eight. “It is dark, but do they seem troubled?”
“Is one example enough to prove what you believe?”
“Please, enough of this banter and game. I’m not here to win a quarrel we aren’t sanctimonious are we? No, not me.” She leaned her elbows against the cold metal bar that kept them strapped into their chair, her chin rested in both her tanned hands. “It’s a lovely night.”
“Lovely,” he repeated. “Why is lovely so horrible? Why are we blanketed by this attraction and fear the ugliness beneath? Who is to say we’ll ever be loved again when true colors are shown?”
She gazed at him, blue orbs dulled and focuses on his hardened features, “Why are you like this? This has been going on for a while now. Tell me, what’s troubling you?”
His eyes closed, nose still upturned to the sky, “Nothing is wrong.”
“The negative is affirmation.” The muscles around his nose tightened, one of her hands trailed to his, “Please? What do you fear?”
“When we depart….”
“We still have time.”
“When. We. Depart---“ he started again, “---Will I still be me?”
“Well that’s a strange question to pose, why wouldn’t you be you?”
“You are my world, you are my existence, and when you are gone do I remain or cease to remain because the world I belong to is no more?”
“As long as you live, are you not here?”
He cracked open his eye and snatched a glance at her. She was still gazing, watching his reaction as her index finger slid between his fingers. “I cannot feel alive without you.”
“But you will live.”
“A constant heartbeat and a few breaths don’t verify my being alive.”
“Distance is not death.”
His face faltered with a look of forlorn, “Why do you insist on being so heartless?”
“Heartless? Why do you jest like that? I have said nothing malicious!”
He slammed his fists into the rail, shaking their cart, swaying, in panic she too gripped on for dear life. His hand covered his face, words escaping through the space between his fingers, “Why are you so calm? Why do you not ache?”
“You fear you will never be loved again and you fear you will not survive when we depart,” she swung her legs gently as the Ferris wheel descended. “There is much darkness in this place but distance does not assure annihilation. Contrary to your belief, the world shall continue spinning.”
“But my world shall not!”
“Have you not the strength to endure minor dissatisfaction?”
“Dissatisfaction? Is that what you so cruelly call the separation of two lovers?”
Her eyes closed, tilting her head back toward the sky. “You simply assume the pessimistic outcome in your life.”
“You’re leaving me!”
“Yes. I am leaving friends, family, and lover alike. You are the keeper of my heart, but I must go. You cannot bind me.”
There was a silence between the two.
“Listen to me closely, darling; it is true that I am leaving, but I am not dying. I shall return and continue to thrive.”
“How can you thrive when this ache consumes me? When this darkness consumes me?”
The Ferris wheel screeched and the metal gate was lifted. Staring at the ground finally within reach she frowned. “You refuse to believe in me, refuse to believe in us. I keep my faith.”
Added:::
He chuckled, coated in melancholy, “I cannot believe this.”
“You are merely afraid.”
“Afraid? Three times now you call me out, accusing me of being fearful, you think you know me so well?”
Her feet reached the wooden planks of the boardwalk, “Yes. And I also know myself. I may appear cruel and heartless as you so boldly told me, but I do fear.” He said nothing but extended a hand to her, she staring at it. “I fear everyday the more and more I fall in love with you. I fear how weak and petty I am since my heart belongs to a man who holds no hope or faith in I. I am repulsed that my affections weigh nothing in this world of materialistic spat we call our homes!”
“You fear such trivial things, such things that only battle within the turmoil of your mind?”
With a flick of her wrist she brushed his hand aside and turned her back from him, composing her breath as she turned her eyes to the now completely sunless sky. “What I fear the most is nothing more than my own heart and now I am told that you fear my heart too?” She frowned as tears filled her eyes, whispering, “Why do I bother then?”
“ My darling, I ---“
“No, speak no more. I leave you now. I shall leave like all the others, retreating to the confines of my room to wait for morning knowing I am safe. I leave this haze of ambiguity and strike down my own path. That world you despised so fully is now yours for the taking. The demons in you constructed this place.
Now I live with no fear, for my heart is surely broken. I will leave this wonderland of lights and music to travel home in darkness. In that darkness I will be free and in that ugly I shall flourish, and I shall ache as well. Goodnight good sir, I hope you enjoy this Utopia, where the lights shine all night but the people leave. That people, we all know deep in our beings that all happiness sleeps, but we also know it does not die. You think the sun shall not rise, that the veil shall not be lifted. You my friend are a coward who fears all that is not within the realm of reality, and for that, you have my condolences.”
She cleared her throat, dabbed beneath her now inflamed eyes, and slowly disappeared into the night.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater