Post by fleetingstars on Nov 12, 2006 0:04:22 GMT -5
Name: Isabella Kilaeu
Gender: Female
Race: Angel
Corner Preference: Wind
Age: 16
Description: She has pale skin, so pale, that many bluish veins can be traced in her forearms, but it is not quite white. She has almond shaped eyes, that are sharp and silver, and slightly larger than average. She has one dimple, in her left cheek, that only appears when she laughs. On her pale skin, she has permanently blushed, rose color, on the cheek-boned areas of her face. Her nose does not stick out and is rounded on the end. She has thin-lined blond eyebrows that match her silvery blond hair. The most noticeable thing about her face is her eye lashes. Against her blond, silver, and otherwise light features, their blackness stands out. They are long and curl (the top eyelids' lashes up, and the down ones down). She is not extremely short or tall; she is very average in height. She is about 5'1". Her body is overall very proportionate, besides her eyes, and eye lashes. She has muscular arms and legs, but they also seem to fit her well. When feeling confident, she is very graceful when she moves, but if taken off guard, or if she is preoccupied/not confident, she stumbles a lot. Her voice is a warmth to all who hear it. When she speaks, although she does not try, her voice thaws through people's thoughts and usually catches them off guard. Her voice is relatively low in pitch and quiet for a 16 year old girl.
Of course the most majestic thing about her is her bold white wings. They span out to about four times the size of her body. They can be concealed inside of her, and brought out in mere seconds. They are soft and feathery to the touch, yet waxy and solid looking. They are her favorite part of herself.
Personality: She is almost unnaturally quiet. She uses body language first, rather than words. She moves, usually without making much noise, and is constantly asking herself questions in her head. She is not very observant and very wrapped in her own thoughts. Her first instinct to comforting people is also with touch, rather than words. She is an introvert, and very timid and shy around people she doesn't know. She is abnormally fearful of men in particular (ooc-I will explain this in my sample post). Although she will touch others in need, she hates to be touched herself. When she is afraid, she goes into shock, in a way. She usually clutches her knees to her chest, and rocks back in forth, staring and/or crying. Many people think she is mentally retarded, and handicapped, but she is actually very smart. She fears she does not know how to love. No one has ever gotten to know her and understand her enough to love her. She has never been close to anyone, and has lived a life of solitude.
Skills: She can control the wind to a certain extent. She could push the wind forcefully enough to knock someone over, but it would take all of her strength. She has not, however, realized she posesses this power yet. If she has enough strength, which usually she doesn't, she can fly at about 60 mph. She is also a graceful, and relatively fast runner, at almost 15 mph.
Sample Post:
Slap! Her head was whipped to the left as he slapped her hard across the face. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you damned girl. What good are you to me? Nothing! You're lucky I can even touch your filth with my hands." His voice was sharp, irritated. She feared these days, wishing they only occurred in her nightmares, but once again, that idea would be defied. In her mind she tried, frantically, to think of what she had done wrong, so that she could go and fix it. Maybe then this would be more bearable. Somehow. Slap! She had been thinking again. This slap slammed her to the ground, her left cheek now burning. She trembled. Instinct took over. Her whole body lurched to the wall, as she clutched her knees to her chest, her face nuzzled between them, her silvery, dirty locks, spread over her upper arms. They seemed to be protecting her, but she knew it would not cease. The pain. She rocked back and forth with fear, tears streaming down her face. Why? Why?
Angry, he was. He kicked, right between the shoulder blades, very near her spine. She whined loudly upon instinct, and arched her back with the reflex of pain. Her grabbed her hair, and pulled. Screaming and crying in pain, he pulled her to a standing position, though her arms still wrapped around her. "Don't you hear me? You Freaking deaf mute!" She kept her eyes shut as the tears still streamed down her face. Her brow was creased, and her lips pouted open in fear. She was shaking now. Convulsing and trembling, she could barely hold herself up. Why won't he just let go? He said I am of no value, so why won't he leave me alone?
Still holding her hair tightly in one hand. He slapped her hard across the face again with the back of his hand this time. With the middle of his palm, he had hit one of her more sensitive areas, her nose. The deep red blood trickled as it bleed. It seeped into her open trembling, terrified lips, and the taste of iron swam into her mouth. She tried desperately to pull her hair out of his grasp, so that she could run, but he wouldn't allow it. The tears wouldn't come anymore, so she opened her swollen eyes, only to see his furious ones glaring back. Why is he always so angry?
She knew what was coming. It was inevitable. It had happened before and the first three times or so, she had tried to resist, to fight it. But he would only inflict her more pain and suffering. Although it tortured her inside, she had just given in the other times, hoping the pain would be overall less. She began to hope, to pray desperately, that he wouldn't do it again. She didn't think she could bear it anymore, the disgusting truth of it. It made her sick to think about. She almost fainted on the spot. Unfortunately, the pain wouldn't allow it. Why does it hurt so much?
He grabbed her whole body, and then flung her into the wall. Her whole body was aching now. She couldn't remember the last time it hurt so much. She screamed, terrified of what might come, and in pain at what had already come. She lie on the floor, immobilized by the bruise on her skull the wall had once again inflicted, it hurt the most, unhealed from last time. Her whole body was in pain. She tenderly tried to move one arm, but the pain seared like a fire poker through it. She winced, thinking it was probably broken. Why can't I ever stay unscathed?
He made another step her way, a broad grin on his face. Regardless of the pain, this made her scramble, trying desperately to get out. She crawled, as fast as she could, trying to escape his actions. The pain in her broken arm did not help, and he pulled her by the hair once more. She grimaced as he forcefully pushed her young body against his. It was happening again, exactly what she hoped he would not do. "You know what you must do to please me." He dropped her to the ground. She winced from the pain in her body; her arm specifically aching and throbbing defiantly. He lay on top of her, his hands draping and clutching all over her body. Oh how she hated this. his fingertips slipped below her clothing to wander to their favorite spots, as she fidgeted, uncomfortable and frightened once more. Her body was too pinned for her to move, he was too big, and she too small. She couldn't stand it any longer, and he was getting closer to his favorite part. She screamed in agony at the thought.
"Shut up you stupid girl! This is what you owe me."
And then she saw it. Inches from her fingers. She stretched, and found her clasp around it. She had dropped it when he first attacked her. Before her thoughts could even take over, her body lurched once more. She found her voice. "No!" He stopped what he was doing and lifted his head. She had curved her arm around his back, and at that moment, she made her move. She shoved the blade straight into his back where his heart would be. He gasped, and looked about in awestruck horror. She struggled to push him off, and then rose, fixing her clothing. The small blade she had used to skin tonight's vegetables was shimmering in blood on his back. He writhed, not dead, but close.
Her majestic, and strong wings jolted out from behind her. She wiped the blood from beneath her nose.
"I owe you nothing!"
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
Gender: Female
Race: Angel
Corner Preference: Wind
Age: 16
Description: She has pale skin, so pale, that many bluish veins can be traced in her forearms, but it is not quite white. She has almond shaped eyes, that are sharp and silver, and slightly larger than average. She has one dimple, in her left cheek, that only appears when she laughs. On her pale skin, she has permanently blushed, rose color, on the cheek-boned areas of her face. Her nose does not stick out and is rounded on the end. She has thin-lined blond eyebrows that match her silvery blond hair. The most noticeable thing about her face is her eye lashes. Against her blond, silver, and otherwise light features, their blackness stands out. They are long and curl (the top eyelids' lashes up, and the down ones down). She is not extremely short or tall; she is very average in height. She is about 5'1". Her body is overall very proportionate, besides her eyes, and eye lashes. She has muscular arms and legs, but they also seem to fit her well. When feeling confident, she is very graceful when she moves, but if taken off guard, or if she is preoccupied/not confident, she stumbles a lot. Her voice is a warmth to all who hear it. When she speaks, although she does not try, her voice thaws through people's thoughts and usually catches them off guard. Her voice is relatively low in pitch and quiet for a 16 year old girl.
Of course the most majestic thing about her is her bold white wings. They span out to about four times the size of her body. They can be concealed inside of her, and brought out in mere seconds. They are soft and feathery to the touch, yet waxy and solid looking. They are her favorite part of herself.
Personality: She is almost unnaturally quiet. She uses body language first, rather than words. She moves, usually without making much noise, and is constantly asking herself questions in her head. She is not very observant and very wrapped in her own thoughts. Her first instinct to comforting people is also with touch, rather than words. She is an introvert, and very timid and shy around people she doesn't know. She is abnormally fearful of men in particular (ooc-I will explain this in my sample post). Although she will touch others in need, she hates to be touched herself. When she is afraid, she goes into shock, in a way. She usually clutches her knees to her chest, and rocks back in forth, staring and/or crying. Many people think she is mentally retarded, and handicapped, but she is actually very smart. She fears she does not know how to love. No one has ever gotten to know her and understand her enough to love her. She has never been close to anyone, and has lived a life of solitude.
Skills: She can control the wind to a certain extent. She could push the wind forcefully enough to knock someone over, but it would take all of her strength. She has not, however, realized she posesses this power yet. If she has enough strength, which usually she doesn't, she can fly at about 60 mph. She is also a graceful, and relatively fast runner, at almost 15 mph.
Sample Post:
Slap! Her head was whipped to the left as he slapped her hard across the face. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you damned girl. What good are you to me? Nothing! You're lucky I can even touch your filth with my hands." His voice was sharp, irritated. She feared these days, wishing they only occurred in her nightmares, but once again, that idea would be defied. In her mind she tried, frantically, to think of what she had done wrong, so that she could go and fix it. Maybe then this would be more bearable. Somehow. Slap! She had been thinking again. This slap slammed her to the ground, her left cheek now burning. She trembled. Instinct took over. Her whole body lurched to the wall, as she clutched her knees to her chest, her face nuzzled between them, her silvery, dirty locks, spread over her upper arms. They seemed to be protecting her, but she knew it would not cease. The pain. She rocked back and forth with fear, tears streaming down her face. Why? Why?
Angry, he was. He kicked, right between the shoulder blades, very near her spine. She whined loudly upon instinct, and arched her back with the reflex of pain. Her grabbed her hair, and pulled. Screaming and crying in pain, he pulled her to a standing position, though her arms still wrapped around her. "Don't you hear me? You Freaking deaf mute!" She kept her eyes shut as the tears still streamed down her face. Her brow was creased, and her lips pouted open in fear. She was shaking now. Convulsing and trembling, she could barely hold herself up. Why won't he just let go? He said I am of no value, so why won't he leave me alone?
Still holding her hair tightly in one hand. He slapped her hard across the face again with the back of his hand this time. With the middle of his palm, he had hit one of her more sensitive areas, her nose. The deep red blood trickled as it bleed. It seeped into her open trembling, terrified lips, and the taste of iron swam into her mouth. She tried desperately to pull her hair out of his grasp, so that she could run, but he wouldn't allow it. The tears wouldn't come anymore, so she opened her swollen eyes, only to see his furious ones glaring back. Why is he always so angry?
She knew what was coming. It was inevitable. It had happened before and the first three times or so, she had tried to resist, to fight it. But he would only inflict her more pain and suffering. Although it tortured her inside, she had just given in the other times, hoping the pain would be overall less. She began to hope, to pray desperately, that he wouldn't do it again. She didn't think she could bear it anymore, the disgusting truth of it. It made her sick to think about. She almost fainted on the spot. Unfortunately, the pain wouldn't allow it. Why does it hurt so much?
He grabbed her whole body, and then flung her into the wall. Her whole body was aching now. She couldn't remember the last time it hurt so much. She screamed, terrified of what might come, and in pain at what had already come. She lie on the floor, immobilized by the bruise on her skull the wall had once again inflicted, it hurt the most, unhealed from last time. Her whole body was in pain. She tenderly tried to move one arm, but the pain seared like a fire poker through it. She winced, thinking it was probably broken. Why can't I ever stay unscathed?
He made another step her way, a broad grin on his face. Regardless of the pain, this made her scramble, trying desperately to get out. She crawled, as fast as she could, trying to escape his actions. The pain in her broken arm did not help, and he pulled her by the hair once more. She grimaced as he forcefully pushed her young body against his. It was happening again, exactly what she hoped he would not do. "You know what you must do to please me." He dropped her to the ground. She winced from the pain in her body; her arm specifically aching and throbbing defiantly. He lay on top of her, his hands draping and clutching all over her body. Oh how she hated this. his fingertips slipped below her clothing to wander to their favorite spots, as she fidgeted, uncomfortable and frightened once more. Her body was too pinned for her to move, he was too big, and she too small. She couldn't stand it any longer, and he was getting closer to his favorite part. She screamed in agony at the thought.
"Shut up you stupid girl! This is what you owe me."
And then she saw it. Inches from her fingers. She stretched, and found her clasp around it. She had dropped it when he first attacked her. Before her thoughts could even take over, her body lurched once more. She found her voice. "No!" He stopped what he was doing and lifted his head. She had curved her arm around his back, and at that moment, she made her move. She shoved the blade straight into his back where his heart would be. He gasped, and looked about in awestruck horror. She struggled to push him off, and then rose, fixing her clothing. The small blade she had used to skin tonight's vegetables was shimmering in blood on his back. He writhed, not dead, but close.
Her majestic, and strong wings jolted out from behind her. She wiped the blood from beneath her nose.
"I owe you nothing!"
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
