Post by heavenlyglow on Aug 7, 2006 21:49:58 GMT -5
Name: Sora
Gender: Female
Race: Fallen Angel
Age: Age unknown but looks to be between 12 and 13
Description: Light purple hair cascades down her back, hiding the spot where her wings can come out. Sora is about 5'4 with feminine curves. She has faded purple eyes that are the same shade as her hair. Her white angelic wings are the most outstanding of her characteristics, but when they are not in use they are only tiny feather wings. She cannot fly with these since they are so small, but when she does need to fly, her wings will expand to their normal length of almost five feet, giving her a ten foot wingspan. Her small wings are not visible, because her hair is so long and thick that they are covered.
She normally carries a small leather backpack with her that is slings over her shoulder. Inside it contains her beloved's dagger, katana, and her white dress. She is normally adorn in a black dress identical to her white one and walks around barefooted.
Personality: Her shy personality allows her to warm up to others slowly. Underneath her shy disposition however, she is very passionate and caring. Protective over those she cares for and can be out spoken when something is against her beliefs. She sometimes can get flustered easily, depending on the subject, but she speaks softly due to her shy temperament. She deeply enjoys the beauties of nature, such as a full moon night or a field of flowers. Her only main fear is that she is deathly afraid of humans due to her past and will run and hide if any are near her. She is also very apprehensive of showing her angelic wings.
Sample Post:
Grief.
The hidden moon was covered by the gray clouds of the oncoming rain. Thunder rumbled and rolled across heaven’s floor, signaling that the skies were about to let loose. Below the storm clouds, the debris of a fallen village sizzled with embers. Gentle footsteps made more commotion than wanted as the brittle wood snapped beneath the weight of the young woman. As she stepped, the embers would hiss and die as her feet smothered the last life out of the flames.
Distress was clear seen upon this young woman’s face as her light purple hair was tossed about on her shoulders and against her face as the wind blew past her. She knew she had no reason to come back here, there was nothing left for her. Her life had disappeared as quickly as the fire consumed her home, her friends, and her love.
She looked up to the skies as the rain began to sprinkle out from the clouds’ grasp. She winced as a droplet hit her cheek and ran down, curving around her delicate featured face. She pulled her head back so that it was level, allowing her to scan the barren grounds once more. Flames began to hiss loudly as the rain came down, smothering them and soon small puffs of smoke began to filter into the air. Slowly, the realization began to sink in as tears seeped from her lilac tinted eyes and run down her porcelain-like skin.
Bliss.
Sora was going to be married, her husband had just proposed to her that night at their village’s festival. This had surprised, because of her special features, but he knew that and how wonderful she felt to be loved for who she was. Her heart overflowed with pure joy as she wrapped her arms around her fiancé, embracing him tightly. The words he whispered to her made her heart jump and skip beats as she remembered the main words in his sentences.
Love. Protection. Loyalty. Happiness.
Her memories led her to when she was strolling along the sides of the forest that bordered the village. Between her two fingers she would pluck berries from the lush bushes. She began to contemplate her past, she couldn’t remember where she came from or her parents. She just remembered waking up along the beach not far from the village with her fiancé gazing upon her. It was the middle of the night, the moon hovered over the water creating a bright, yet glorious reflection. She sat up and gazed upon the man that was before her. His black hair was mussed up slightly, but he had brilliant blue eyes that began to take in her angelic beauty. He told her that he saw her fall from the sky and was wondering how she did such a thing. Sora’s eyelashes meshed together as she blinked at him, confused by his question. He chuckled and offered her shelter and food, she knew what that was and nodded slowly.
She let a small giggle slip at her naivete, but she still didn’t remember what happened before that. She gazed into her woven basket and its abundance of blueberries and raspberries. She then turned and headed back to the lakeside village.
Ectasy.
Sora could remember dancing around with the other women in the village to the beat of the drum on of the men played. They all laughed and giggled as they danced around the large fire they had in the center of the festivities. She could remember the carefree dancing she was performing until she was pulled aside. That was when the proposal came and the village’s festival became more of a bridal party.
Horror.
She was asleep in her bed, when heat began to seep into her bedroom. She opened her pale purple eyes to see smoke and flames begin to sneak underneath her bedroom door. She looked behind her to see her bed empty. She got up and ran to the door, covering her mouth as smoke began to surround her. Her throat became hoarse quickly from coughing so roughly. Slowly she began to lose sense of her surroundings, but she was tugged out of the house and taken to the edges of the village. Her vision was still blurry and her mind was jumbled, but she could hear her beloved speak gently to her.
“Sora, take this dagger and katana with you. Bandits have attacked our village, they are looking for you. Please, my love, stay out of sight. I hope to return to you....”
Sora’s dimmed eyes showed no emotion, but were suddenly filled with pure horror as they focused on the figure running away. She began to push herself off the grassy ground, but she felt something shift in her lap. She looked at the two weapons in her lap. She picked up the katana, not sure exactly what it was. Pulling the sword from it’s sheath, she gently ran her finger over the blade, it was sharp to the touch, cutting her finger slightly, but no blood came to the surface. She slid the sword back into its sheath and looked back at her village.
Her eyes widen at the devastation. She pushed herself off of the ground and began to run towards the debris. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew, nothing was there for her.
Loneliness.
Sora came back to reality as the rain now down poured upon the young woman. She was the only one that was left, everyone else was slain or burned in their homes. She released a heavy sigh into the cooling air. She slowly stepped away from the rubble and brought her arms to her chest, forming a ‘x’.
From her back, angelic wings began to spread out. The pure white of the feathers glowed with a hidden heavenly light. They flapped slightly as they stretched. This was the reason the bandits were after her, for her angelic wings. She wouldn’t allow her beloved and the villagers’ lives go to waste. She would live fully for those who couldn’t.
The clouds parted and the rain ceased, but the angelic being was no where to be found.
The hidden moon was covered by the gray clouds of the oncoming rain. Thunder rumbled and rolled across heaven’s floor, signaling that the skies were about to let loose. Below the storm clouds, the debris of a fallen village sizzled with embers. Gentle footsteps made more commotion than wanted as the brittle wood snapped beneath the weight of the young woman. As she stepped, the embers would hiss and die as her feet smothered the last life out of the flames.
Distress was clear seen upon this young woman’s face as her light purple hair was tossed about on her shoulders and against her face as the wind blew past her. She knew she had no reason to come back here, there was nothing left for her. Her life had disappeared as quickly as the fire consumed her home, her friends, and her love.
She looked up to the skies as the rain began to sprinkle out from the clouds’ grasp. She winced as a droplet hit her cheek and ran down, curving around her delicate featured face. She pulled her head back so that it was level, allowing her to scan the barren grounds once more. Flames began to hiss loudly as the rain came down, smothering them and soon small puffs of smoke began to filter into the air. Slowly, the realization began to sink in as tears seeped from her lilac tinted eyes and run down her porcelain-like skin.
Bliss.
Sora was going to be married, her husband had just proposed to her that night at their village’s festival. This had surprised, because of her special features, but he knew that and how wonderful she felt to be loved for who she was. Her heart overflowed with pure joy as she wrapped her arms around her fiancé, embracing him tightly. The words he whispered to her made her heart jump and skip beats as she remembered the main words in his sentences.
Love. Protection. Loyalty. Happiness.
Her memories led her to when she was strolling along the sides of the forest that bordered the village. Between her two fingers she would pluck berries from the lush bushes. She began to contemplate her past, she couldn’t remember where she came from or her parents. She just remembered waking up along the beach not far from the village with her fiancé gazing upon her. It was the middle of the night, the moon hovered over the water creating a bright, yet glorious reflection. She sat up and gazed upon the man that was before her. His black hair was mussed up slightly, but he had brilliant blue eyes that began to take in her angelic beauty. He told her that he saw her fall from the sky and was wondering how she did such a thing. Sora’s eyelashes meshed together as she blinked at him, confused by his question. He chuckled and offered her shelter and food, she knew what that was and nodded slowly.
She let a small giggle slip at her naivete, but she still didn’t remember what happened before that. She gazed into her woven basket and its abundance of blueberries and raspberries. She then turned and headed back to the lakeside village.
Ectasy.
Sora could remember dancing around with the other women in the village to the beat of the drum on of the men played. They all laughed and giggled as they danced around the large fire they had in the center of the festivities. She could remember the carefree dancing she was performing until she was pulled aside. That was when the proposal came and the village’s festival became more of a bridal party.
Horror.
She was asleep in her bed, when heat began to seep into her bedroom. She opened her pale purple eyes to see smoke and flames begin to sneak underneath her bedroom door. She looked behind her to see her bed empty. She got up and ran to the door, covering her mouth as smoke began to surround her. Her throat became hoarse quickly from coughing so roughly. Slowly she began to lose sense of her surroundings, but she was tugged out of the house and taken to the edges of the village. Her vision was still blurry and her mind was jumbled, but she could hear her beloved speak gently to her.
“Sora, take this dagger and katana with you. Bandits have attacked our village, they are looking for you. Please, my love, stay out of sight. I hope to return to you....”
Sora’s dimmed eyes showed no emotion, but were suddenly filled with pure horror as they focused on the figure running away. She began to push herself off the grassy ground, but she felt something shift in her lap. She looked at the two weapons in her lap. She picked up the katana, not sure exactly what it was. Pulling the sword from it’s sheath, she gently ran her finger over the blade, it was sharp to the touch, cutting her finger slightly, but no blood came to the surface. She slid the sword back into its sheath and looked back at her village.
Her eyes widen at the devastation. She pushed herself off of the ground and began to run towards the debris. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew, nothing was there for her.
Loneliness.
Sora came back to reality as the rain now down poured upon the young woman. She was the only one that was left, everyone else was slain or burned in their homes. She released a heavy sigh into the cooling air. She slowly stepped away from the rubble and brought her arms to her chest, forming a ‘x’.
From her back, angelic wings began to spread out. The pure white of the feathers glowed with a hidden heavenly light. They flapped slightly as they stretched. This was the reason the bandits were after her, for her angelic wings. She wouldn’t allow her beloved and the villagers’ lives go to waste. She would live fully for those who couldn’t.
The clouds parted and the rain ceased, but the angelic being was no where to be found.
