Post by blueskysummer on Feb 19, 2010 22:17:56 GMT -5
Character's Name: Alex (yes, she's a girl. Alex is a girl's name too)
Age: 18-ish
Race: human
Affiliation: light
Class: wanderer- lost soul
At level: 2
Picture?: none.
Physical Description: She has short, cropped brown hair, as well as hazel eyes. She's slim, (but not bony) and looks slightly smaller in her over-sized clothes. Her somewhat-tanned skin is usually dirty, but she doesn't mind too much. As for clothes, she has a pair of jean-shorts, cut off a bit above the knees and frayed at the end, with chains at the hip and a loose-slung leather belt for her knives. She wears a baggy brown sweatshirt over a plain white tee, and has an upper ear piercing, just a little hoop.
Personality: She's kind and caring, though at first look she appears rough. She's lonely inside, and is constantly searching for someone, though she can's exactly remember who. Though quiet and reserved while alone, once you befriend her she's as happy and hyper as one can get. She'll never abandon someone in need, and easily angers at quick judgments.
Weapon: She has a number of throwing knives that she keeps in her belt. The belt is hidden beneath her shirt when she doesn't want others to know about the knives. She has great aim, but still misses occasionally, especially when angry or extremely scared. They're not too effective against nobody's or heartless, but they will at least slow the creatures down enough to escape.
I might apply her for a keyblade... if she's allowed later. Possibly "Kindness" from the 7 virtues.
Magic Powers:
Cure Lv 1
Escape Lv 1
Stealth Lv1
Home World: Traverse Town (She can't remember original home, it was destroyed around KH1, and she never went back, because she couldn't remember which one was hers.)
History: Alex's home was destroyed long before Sora ever got his keyblade. Alex was separated from everyone she knew, and left to fend for herself in the alleyways of Traverse Town. She tried stealing in the beginning, but never once got away with it, so instead began doing odd jobs around town for munny and food.
When she was 12, she found her belt. It was dull and falling apart in the trash, but she bought some leather polish and fixed it up. There were no knives with it, and she saved up for a month just to afford the first one. She practices with them daily, as a sort of stress relief, and keeps them sharp and shiny. The wooden block she uses as a target in her "home" of an alleyway is covered in nicks and gouges from them.
Stories spread like wildfire about the mysterious "Sora" who travels from world to world. Alex heard of him, and now always keeps her eyes open for a boy with spiky brown hair, in hopes of catching a ride to a better place, a place with a little more... excitement. She knows every face in Traverse Town, has explored every corner and crevasse, and wants desperately to get out of the town, to go someplace new.
Family/Past or Present Relations: Doesn't know her family.
Role-playing Sample:
Thunk. Right on target. Just like the last one, and the one before, and the one before that...
With a sigh, Alex pushed herself up from the pile of blankets behind a stack of crates. It wasn't much of a bed, but she didn't really mind after all these years. She didn't mind the lack of cover when it rained or the cold winds that plagued the town in winter. She didn't mind having no family, and only scattered friends. She didn't mind having to cut up her old jeans when they got too short for her and make them into shorts.
No, she didn't mind these things at all.
What she did mind was the repetition. Wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep. Do a job, get paid. Buy food, eat food. Go to sleep, wake back up. Sunrise, sunset. Throw a knife, hit the target... hit the target... hit the target...
She pulled the dagger from the block of wood serving as a target. It was battered and nicked on every square centimeter, but she didn't care. Fingering the blade, she looked up to the stars above, to the oh-so-distant planets that winked mockingly at her.
I need to get out of here, she thought to the heavens.
The heavens twinkled silently back.
Age: 18-ish
Race: human
Affiliation: light
Class: wanderer- lost soul
At level: 2
Picture?: none.
Physical Description: She has short, cropped brown hair, as well as hazel eyes. She's slim, (but not bony) and looks slightly smaller in her over-sized clothes. Her somewhat-tanned skin is usually dirty, but she doesn't mind too much. As for clothes, she has a pair of jean-shorts, cut off a bit above the knees and frayed at the end, with chains at the hip and a loose-slung leather belt for her knives. She wears a baggy brown sweatshirt over a plain white tee, and has an upper ear piercing, just a little hoop.
Personality: She's kind and caring, though at first look she appears rough. She's lonely inside, and is constantly searching for someone, though she can's exactly remember who. Though quiet and reserved while alone, once you befriend her she's as happy and hyper as one can get. She'll never abandon someone in need, and easily angers at quick judgments.
Weapon: She has a number of throwing knives that she keeps in her belt. The belt is hidden beneath her shirt when she doesn't want others to know about the knives. She has great aim, but still misses occasionally, especially when angry or extremely scared. They're not too effective against nobody's or heartless, but they will at least slow the creatures down enough to escape.
I might apply her for a keyblade... if she's allowed later. Possibly "Kindness" from the 7 virtues.
Magic Powers:
Cure Lv 1
Escape Lv 1
Stealth Lv1
Home World: Traverse Town (She can't remember original home, it was destroyed around KH1, and she never went back, because she couldn't remember which one was hers.)
History: Alex's home was destroyed long before Sora ever got his keyblade. Alex was separated from everyone she knew, and left to fend for herself in the alleyways of Traverse Town. She tried stealing in the beginning, but never once got away with it, so instead began doing odd jobs around town for munny and food.
When she was 12, she found her belt. It was dull and falling apart in the trash, but she bought some leather polish and fixed it up. There were no knives with it, and she saved up for a month just to afford the first one. She practices with them daily, as a sort of stress relief, and keeps them sharp and shiny. The wooden block she uses as a target in her "home" of an alleyway is covered in nicks and gouges from them.
Stories spread like wildfire about the mysterious "Sora" who travels from world to world. Alex heard of him, and now always keeps her eyes open for a boy with spiky brown hair, in hopes of catching a ride to a better place, a place with a little more... excitement. She knows every face in Traverse Town, has explored every corner and crevasse, and wants desperately to get out of the town, to go someplace new.
Family/Past or Present Relations: Doesn't know her family.
Role-playing Sample:
Thunk. Right on target. Just like the last one, and the one before, and the one before that...
With a sigh, Alex pushed herself up from the pile of blankets behind a stack of crates. It wasn't much of a bed, but she didn't really mind after all these years. She didn't mind the lack of cover when it rained or the cold winds that plagued the town in winter. She didn't mind having no family, and only scattered friends. She didn't mind having to cut up her old jeans when they got too short for her and make them into shorts.
No, she didn't mind these things at all.
What she did mind was the repetition. Wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep. Do a job, get paid. Buy food, eat food. Go to sleep, wake back up. Sunrise, sunset. Throw a knife, hit the target... hit the target... hit the target...
She pulled the dagger from the block of wood serving as a target. It was battered and nicked on every square centimeter, but she didn't care. Fingering the blade, she looked up to the stars above, to the oh-so-distant planets that winked mockingly at her.
I need to get out of here, she thought to the heavens.
The heavens twinkled silently back.