Post by Angel 'Siren' Alurose on Oct 19, 2012 21:17:50 GMT -5
ANGEL
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[/color]Angel AluroseCharacter Name
Nicknames;;[/color] Siren, Mini-me
Race;;[/color] Human
Gender;;[/color] Female
Age;;[/color] 17
Sexuality;;[/color] Bisexual
Place of Birth;;[/color] Palaven
Birthday;;[/color] December 29th
Occupation;;[/color] Waitress at the Coffee Bean
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Hair Colour;;[/color] Black
Eye Colour;;[/color] Blue
Height;;[/color] 5'8
Weight;;[/color] 134 lbs
Build/Complexion;;[/color] Thick in the body and the face.
Description;;[/color] Angel would have been a regular all american girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes, there was nothing to report about her until the day she died. Her once blonde hair became a sickly shade of grey, devoid of life or substance. Her blue oceanic eyes have been doused with shades of grey and outlined with a blood red hue. Her skin is sickly and cracked, reminiscent of shattered earth yet despite her sickly and misshapen appearances she's physically fit, more so then most human beings. Due to wanting to appear normal she made a deal with a devil for natural looks. Technically, she has one foot in the grave all the time.
Haunting good looks with a lithe and voluptuous figure, daunting yet somehow suave at the same time, she represents an absolute combination of both pride and elegance coming together to present to the world a thing of such sinful beauty that it presents an unreal prospect to any and all beholders. Now a days she's forgone the American Dream look for something she feels is better suited to her personality. It's darker, dark eyes, rosy cheeks, long flowing black hair. She's focused more on being practical than being beautiful.. and her practicality and average looks bring out a beauty all their own.
Outside of combat she wears formfitting clothes underneath loose robes and attire, to give her the semblance of someone laid back and care free. However in combat she sticks to clothes that wrap around her body like bandages. She demands mobility on all of her treks to the world and she can't be clunking around in Power Armor and doing backflips off roofs can she? When it comes to armaments, she carries her mother's old blade X-Calibur, along with various small weapons. Shuriken, Kukri Knives and whatever she brings out of her trunk.
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Likes;;[/color]
- Peace
- Non-Violence
- Earning her way through the world
- Food
- Anonymity
Dislikes;;[/color]
- Murder
- This bloody war
- Never seeing her home country
- People referring to her as her mother
- Missing Work
Fears;;[/color]
- Losing herself in war
- Taking a life
- Cats
Ambitions;;[/color]
- Going to Palaven
- Meeting her Father
- Becoming the Manager at Coffee Bean
Secrets;;[/color]
- She is a well trained warrior
- Her emotional instability is being medicated
- Cats terrify her to the very core.
Personality;;[/color] Angel tries to be the opposite of her Mother whenever she can. Whereas her mother was an intense personality who wouldn't take no for an answer and would often take life without regret, Angel is rather calm and serene. She has inherited much of her mother's insanity, however she does her best to keep it under wraps with meditation, medication and herbal tea. She has almost brainwashed herself into a state of fearing the infliction pf pain upon others. She knows full well what happened to her mother upon her succumbing to her baser warrior instincts and Angel doesn't want to wind up dead in the field somewhere.
Angel has a rather interesting sense of humor. She has frequently been shown to be a stress eater, a trait she shares with her father, and, although she is often seen eating junk food, she seems to keep her weight under control, perhaps because she doesn't seem to have proper meals but its because of the training and meditation. She's quiet, and reserved but this is all a shell, hiding her natural loud and violent soul. People have flocked to her banner after previously hating her and it can all be attested to that smile of hers. Some would say it's like 'magic' how personable she was... to those people she replies with a blush soaked and sincere 'stop it.' She's extremely into her heritage, studying and praying to her nation's deities and feeling a profound connection to the world that she draws power from.
She's an incredibly independent girl. She never has any drive to rely on others however that drive shouldn't be compared to vanity. She will accept help if it's needed, though she can get most of her assistance from the streets. Family wise... it's a rough road for her. Her father has never actually been identified by her, she believes him to be dead alongside her mother. She received reports that her mother died in combat, however Melissa has just forgotten to contact her daughter in 14 years.
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History;;[/color] Angel was born as a royal princess to the High Empress Melissa Alurose in the country of Palaven. This was a nation based around war, just like Angel's current adopted home. Melissa, ever the antagonist, raised her daughter to be the sole inheritor of both her will, her crown and her mental illnesses. The girl was trained from an early age to be a slayer, her body pushed to the physical peak at all times until she found a moment of War Serenity, allowing her utter peace in chaos. This personality was soon abandoned after Melissa left Palaven to join the war against the holy forces at work trying to seize Mineston. After she deserted her country, the rule was passed on to Angel's older sister, Gilmore. Gilmore took the country into a more peaceful zone and the war economy Angel had grown up in had slowly dissapated.
She followed her sister's cue to find a realm of love and peace and for the next 15 years, this was all she had. Kindness, Giving, Virtues. She took these virtues to the war torn nation her Mother had eloped to, in the hopes of finding her mother and bringing her home to a more peaceful world. Hoping she could reunite the family. However upon her arrival she was informed of the foolish human queen's death. Disheartened, Angel never left the island. She stays in regular contact with her older sister. She's joined the schooling system on her island and joined the local work force, to help assuage the war in the islands. With her royal inheritance, she has been left alone mostly in the war, however she fears the draft is coming for her eventually. She's terrified, with no friends and her home so far away, her unmarked grave could be right next to her mothers...
and yet, there's one part of her that's giddy beyond imagine at the prospect.
Role-Play Sample;;[/color] ...Diving? No this was the exact opposite. This was falling. Plummeting... dying. No she couldn't think negatively of it. She had to focus, had to concentrate her energies into getting her out of there. She had been practicing flying. Working on her skill so that this wouldn't happen during an actual combat scenario.. however, there wouldn't be a combat situation if she got impaled on the protruding skyscrapers and buildings that the land sent skywards. How did all of those angels do this every day? It was cool at first, feeling the wind whipping about her like she was a piece of paper. Watching her ice cold breath slowly fade away into heated gasps as she re-entered the atmosphere... the last fun thing she remembered was feeling her holy energies swirling around her, ready to whisk her away... until of course, she looked down. Then the fun was over.. now she was falling to her death, all because she thought flying into space would be a good use of her powers.
Wǒ kào! This is decidedly less awesome! She clapped her hands together and pulled them apart slowly, her right hand making a peace symbol and her left throwing up the shocker. Terminal Velocity and promise of death, halt this fall, let me catch my breath! She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as the spark danced it's way from her hands to her body. She could hear the buildings whooshing up all around her, the spirit wasn't going to kick in fast enough.. she wasn't prepared yet, she wasn't focused. Her eyes wrenched open as she approached the ground, the pavement rising up to meet her until..
AAH! A nightmare? That was a bad omen... or maybe a good one. Clairvoyance kicking in and telling her to avoid fighting with angels? She glanced over towards her photo album and smiled. She could almost hear her sister admonishing her for thinking nightmares were real. She groaned and tossed a pillow at it before falling back onto her bed and willing sleep to her once again. She fell deep into her slumbers, falling through the void in her mind until she launched into dream land, diving into her own subconscious. Diving? No this was the exact opposite. This was falling. Plummeting... dying.
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C-Box Name ·Melissa · Years/Months of Experience ·It's been a while I guess.. took a hiatus for a bit though. · Panic!
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