Post by untamed on Mar 18, 2007 15:56:20 GMT -5
Name:
Seline
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Corner Preferance:
She seems to fit into Earth
Age:
22
Description:
Seline has olive green eyes and black hair that always tied back in a ponytail. She has light, olive skin that contrasts with her black outfit. Her top is identical to a sports bra style, with fish net material on the top. A faded purple scarf is wrapped around her neck. Her black pants are loose around her curvy waist and are held up by a large belt, but the pants still hang out a bit revealing her upper thighs. The pants are thick and bell out a bit at the feet and are ragged from dragging on the ground at the bottom. Thick, black boots are her choice of footwear. A medium size pouch rests on her right side filled with money for her drinking habits. A short sword is attached to the back of her belt and her arms are armor plated. For protection in the winter, a hooded black cloak is placed over her strong shoulders and tied loosely around her neck.
Personality:
Seline is the truest version of a bitch. She's a foul mouth and hates being told what to do, rather give people orders herself. She doesn't mind other women, but men have to catch her on a good side, before she'll talk to them equally and not like dirt. She speaks her mind and has no problem with starting a fight. She believes that she can be stronger than any man or woman, human or demon, even if she is a human of the feminine kind.
Seline has bad habits of starting fights. She also has a tendency to drink--heavily. She gets headaches from the hangovers, but that's all and she's also calmer when she's not all that sober. Her balance however is a little tipsy when filled with alcohol. Even though she loves her drinks, she also enjoys a warm, summer night and the company of a close friend. But she can still hold tightly to her cocky attitude.
Skills:
Specialities:
-Drinking
-Sleeping
-Eating
-Causing fights (fighting well with the sword and in hand-to-hand combat)
-Flirting with men (once intoxicated)
-being bossy
-intelligent
-can swim rather well
Faults:
- she's only human so any harsh wound or large amount of blood loss and she'll die
- she has a tendency to pass out when she's hit her limit of drinking
- slightly judgemental
- foul mouth
Sample Post:
“What? Where...?”
Brick walls came into focus from the blur of Seline’s unfocused vision. She rolled her head to the side to thick iron chains that bound her wrists. Muscles tensed as she pulled at the overbearing chains. Exasperated grunts escaped her chapped lips as the chains banged against the bricks, echoing in the dreary dungeon. Seline’s teeth gritted as she found her technique completely useless to free herself.
Light flooded the floor where Seline was bound and a dark figure began to walk down the stairs. Thick boots echoed throughout the hollow room. The door slammed shut and when her eyes adjusted, she could see the man before her. The man wasn’t very young, middle-aged was her guess. Black hair was slicked back, wet, giving him a slimy look. There were still a bit of fringe that hung in his eyes, so the color of the irises were obscured, but they looked almost red. The style of his clothes were not that of a common man, she thought, but they were all black and the details were hidden in the shadows of the brick confinement.
“My dear, have you sobered up a bit?”
Seline chucked to herself, ah, that’s why her vision was blurry and her head was throbbing. If memory served her right, she was sitting at a bar stool and downing the beers by the gallons. Yep, that was some good beer she had, the taste still lingering on her tongue. She answered the man with a ‘yes’, nodding her head would make the effects of the hangover worse.
“Do you remember what you did while you were drinking?”
‘Do I remember?’ She thought as she glanced away from the man. ‘I was sitting at the bar....drank a beer....ate something.....drank a beer....and another.....and another.....I think I got to like six or something, no, no definitely more. Cuz some guy bought me like five of them. Oh now I remember....’ Seline’s memory filtered back, even after it had been lost with the amount of alcohol she had consumed. A man had sat next to her, what he had said, she couldn’t recall, but she remembered him starting to approach her uncomfortably.
Olive green eyes rolled up to the man before her, "Yes I remember. I was drinking and some guy came up to me. He was talking to me, I don’t remember what about, but then he was touching me. I got pissed and I hit him in the face with my beer glass. I feel kinda bad though.....”
“Do you really?” the man’s interests seemed to be have heightened at those words. “About hitting the man?” he questioned.
“Oh hell no,” Seline blurted out, “I wasted a perfectly good beer and I had to pay for the glass I broke taking a chunk out of my drinking ca--” Seline’s words were cut off when her cheek seethed with a stinging pain. “What the hell’s your problem?” the woman hissed.
“That was one of my men you bludgeoned! He’ll be lucky if he can talk right after the glass is taken out of his face!”
Seline laughed, “Oh is that it? I’m locked down here for beating up one of your despicable cronies? Then let me go, the bloody bastard deserved it....” Once again her cheek stung as she was forcibly struck across the face for her sharp tongue. She wouldn’t back down though, not against this stupid man. She chuckled under her breath, this was going to be a long night.....
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
Seline
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Corner Preferance:
She seems to fit into Earth
Age:
22
Description:
Seline has olive green eyes and black hair that always tied back in a ponytail. She has light, olive skin that contrasts with her black outfit. Her top is identical to a sports bra style, with fish net material on the top. A faded purple scarf is wrapped around her neck. Her black pants are loose around her curvy waist and are held up by a large belt, but the pants still hang out a bit revealing her upper thighs. The pants are thick and bell out a bit at the feet and are ragged from dragging on the ground at the bottom. Thick, black boots are her choice of footwear. A medium size pouch rests on her right side filled with money for her drinking habits. A short sword is attached to the back of her belt and her arms are armor plated. For protection in the winter, a hooded black cloak is placed over her strong shoulders and tied loosely around her neck.
Personality:
Seline is the truest version of a bitch. She's a foul mouth and hates being told what to do, rather give people orders herself. She doesn't mind other women, but men have to catch her on a good side, before she'll talk to them equally and not like dirt. She speaks her mind and has no problem with starting a fight. She believes that she can be stronger than any man or woman, human or demon, even if she is a human of the feminine kind.
Seline has bad habits of starting fights. She also has a tendency to drink--heavily. She gets headaches from the hangovers, but that's all and she's also calmer when she's not all that sober. Her balance however is a little tipsy when filled with alcohol. Even though she loves her drinks, she also enjoys a warm, summer night and the company of a close friend. But she can still hold tightly to her cocky attitude.
Skills:
Specialities:
-Drinking
-Sleeping
-Eating
-Causing fights (fighting well with the sword and in hand-to-hand combat)
-Flirting with men (once intoxicated)
-being bossy
-intelligent
-can swim rather well
Faults:
- she's only human so any harsh wound or large amount of blood loss and she'll die
- she has a tendency to pass out when she's hit her limit of drinking
- slightly judgemental
- foul mouth
Sample Post:
“What? Where...?”
Brick walls came into focus from the blur of Seline’s unfocused vision. She rolled her head to the side to thick iron chains that bound her wrists. Muscles tensed as she pulled at the overbearing chains. Exasperated grunts escaped her chapped lips as the chains banged against the bricks, echoing in the dreary dungeon. Seline’s teeth gritted as she found her technique completely useless to free herself.
Light flooded the floor where Seline was bound and a dark figure began to walk down the stairs. Thick boots echoed throughout the hollow room. The door slammed shut and when her eyes adjusted, she could see the man before her. The man wasn’t very young, middle-aged was her guess. Black hair was slicked back, wet, giving him a slimy look. There were still a bit of fringe that hung in his eyes, so the color of the irises were obscured, but they looked almost red. The style of his clothes were not that of a common man, she thought, but they were all black and the details were hidden in the shadows of the brick confinement.
“My dear, have you sobered up a bit?”
Seline chucked to herself, ah, that’s why her vision was blurry and her head was throbbing. If memory served her right, she was sitting at a bar stool and downing the beers by the gallons. Yep, that was some good beer she had, the taste still lingering on her tongue. She answered the man with a ‘yes’, nodding her head would make the effects of the hangover worse.
“Do you remember what you did while you were drinking?”
‘Do I remember?’ She thought as she glanced away from the man. ‘I was sitting at the bar....drank a beer....ate something.....drank a beer....and another.....and another.....I think I got to like six or something, no, no definitely more. Cuz some guy bought me like five of them. Oh now I remember....’ Seline’s memory filtered back, even after it had been lost with the amount of alcohol she had consumed. A man had sat next to her, what he had said, she couldn’t recall, but she remembered him starting to approach her uncomfortably.
Olive green eyes rolled up to the man before her, "Yes I remember. I was drinking and some guy came up to me. He was talking to me, I don’t remember what about, but then he was touching me. I got pissed and I hit him in the face with my beer glass. I feel kinda bad though.....”
“Do you really?” the man’s interests seemed to be have heightened at those words. “About hitting the man?” he questioned.
“Oh hell no,” Seline blurted out, “I wasted a perfectly good beer and I had to pay for the glass I broke taking a chunk out of my drinking ca--” Seline’s words were cut off when her cheek seethed with a stinging pain. “What the hell’s your problem?” the woman hissed.
“That was one of my men you bludgeoned! He’ll be lucky if he can talk right after the glass is taken out of his face!”
Seline laughed, “Oh is that it? I’m locked down here for beating up one of your despicable cronies? Then let me go, the bloody bastard deserved it....” Once again her cheek stung as she was forcibly struck across the face for her sharp tongue. She wouldn’t back down though, not against this stupid man. She chuckled under her breath, this was going to be a long night.....
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater