Post by dragonfire on Feb 23, 2006 22:57:05 GMT -5
Name: Storm
Age: 26
Race: Fire Sorceress- has the ability to conduct heat from her own body through her hands and feet well over boiling point.
Corner Preference: Fire
Personality: Storm is sly and cunning and she has a very big temper. A loner and rather unforgiving person she lets nothing stand in her way. She is very suspicious of others and it is hard to gain her trust. She has a very unlikable sense of humor and does not get along well with other females. She enjoys having her power and is loyal to her nation. When her trust is gained she stays true and would gladly give her life for a true friend.
Appearance: Shoulder length locks are a bleach blonde fringed with orange-red colors. Her face is smooth and defined with sun-tanned pigmented skin. Her eyes are a glowing orange with specks of black that are easily spotted in the dark. She wears a thin fabric white dress with a red sash around her waist that holds a golden dagger for protection. Her tan sandals lace up to mid calf and tie in a tight knot in back. Tattooed bracelets wrap around each wrist and ankle with a ruby embedded into each one.
Sample Post:
A young Storm stood still while her mother looked over her with an approving eye. Her mother, a tall woman with coal black hair and a heart to match was exceptionally proud of her daughter this morning. Her first daughter had finally come into her power, a power she had inherited from her dead father, power she could use to burn others with her bare hands. To a little girl such as Storm, this power of extreme control was quite frightening and learning that she even possessed such a gift was even worse.
That morning Storm had been out playing a simple game of tag with her younger sister Sage. As Storm ran playfully behind her sister she noticed that Sage was much faster and would be harder to catch up to than she had been. This made Storm angry and she pushed herself to go faster and faster but not making Sage “it” as fast as she had hoped. Sage finally tripped over a wooden cart and Storms anger had gotten the better of her. She found her chance and jumped right on top of her baby sister, reaching for her small face and right shoulder burning Sage’s flesh instantly turning her skin into boils and scars. Storm ran, terrified from what she had done and stood now before her wretched, heartless mother.
"Darling" her mother said softly. "Do not be ashamed of your wonderful gift from Pyran. He will keep you safe and watch over you.” She pulled four natural rubies from her pocket. “I have been waiting for this day to give one of my precious daughters the title of Fire Sorceress." She paused and glanced at the rubies in her twisted hand. “But, with the title my dear comes great pain and you need to except these rubies to be imbedded into your flesh to mark you for eternity.”
Gripping Storm firmly by her wrists she pulled her over to the hearth and began the painful life changing ritual…the child screamed until there was silence in the whole village.
Age: 26
Race: Fire Sorceress- has the ability to conduct heat from her own body through her hands and feet well over boiling point.
Corner Preference: Fire
Personality: Storm is sly and cunning and she has a very big temper. A loner and rather unforgiving person she lets nothing stand in her way. She is very suspicious of others and it is hard to gain her trust. She has a very unlikable sense of humor and does not get along well with other females. She enjoys having her power and is loyal to her nation. When her trust is gained she stays true and would gladly give her life for a true friend.
Appearance: Shoulder length locks are a bleach blonde fringed with orange-red colors. Her face is smooth and defined with sun-tanned pigmented skin. Her eyes are a glowing orange with specks of black that are easily spotted in the dark. She wears a thin fabric white dress with a red sash around her waist that holds a golden dagger for protection. Her tan sandals lace up to mid calf and tie in a tight knot in back. Tattooed bracelets wrap around each wrist and ankle with a ruby embedded into each one.
Sample Post:
A young Storm stood still while her mother looked over her with an approving eye. Her mother, a tall woman with coal black hair and a heart to match was exceptionally proud of her daughter this morning. Her first daughter had finally come into her power, a power she had inherited from her dead father, power she could use to burn others with her bare hands. To a little girl such as Storm, this power of extreme control was quite frightening and learning that she even possessed such a gift was even worse.
That morning Storm had been out playing a simple game of tag with her younger sister Sage. As Storm ran playfully behind her sister she noticed that Sage was much faster and would be harder to catch up to than she had been. This made Storm angry and she pushed herself to go faster and faster but not making Sage “it” as fast as she had hoped. Sage finally tripped over a wooden cart and Storms anger had gotten the better of her. She found her chance and jumped right on top of her baby sister, reaching for her small face and right shoulder burning Sage’s flesh instantly turning her skin into boils and scars. Storm ran, terrified from what she had done and stood now before her wretched, heartless mother.
"Darling" her mother said softly. "Do not be ashamed of your wonderful gift from Pyran. He will keep you safe and watch over you.” She pulled four natural rubies from her pocket. “I have been waiting for this day to give one of my precious daughters the title of Fire Sorceress." She paused and glanced at the rubies in her twisted hand. “But, with the title my dear comes great pain and you need to except these rubies to be imbedded into your flesh to mark you for eternity.”
Gripping Storm firmly by her wrists she pulled her over to the hearth and began the painful life changing ritual…the child screamed until there was silence in the whole village.
