AiKaltcia
Posts : 40 Join date : 2010-06-28 Location : I'm not telling
| Subject: AiKaltcia Faramir Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:42 am | |
| -Shinigami- General Information:-Full Name: Faramir, AiKaltcia (Ai-cal-chia/Ai-cal-sia) -Nicknames/Aliases/Titles: Ai, Kala, Renegade -Noteable Family: N/A -Loyalties: none -Actual Age 317 Appearance:http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/169272/punk-girl-awesome-smart.jpg -Appearance: A skinny girl, her body doesn't have much measurements. Her eyes a pale blue. They look almost silver in some lighting. Her skin is a soft peachy color. Her hair is a rose-red/pink, depending on the season. It's red in winter and pink in summer due to the sunlight. She never really smiles. Her walking consists of a casual stroll with hands in her pockets. Her eyes are usually narrow with annoyance or she'll have a smirk; showing her playful challenge-ness. -Preferred Wardrobe: Her wardrobe usually consists of a hoodie-like top that shows her belly off. A golden earring hangs from her left ear beneath her straight pink hair. On her head sits a baseball cap that'll sit a variety of ways. Her pants are old and torn blue jeans with holes in the knees. On her feet she wears a pair of old sneakers. Strapped to her back is her zan which is surprisingly big for a sealed one. When she isn't wearing the blue jeans, she wears a pair of black slacks with a large black belt keeping them up. Her shirt matches her hair color usually, but she can change the color depending on her mood. She wears fishnet gloves beneath the long sleeves and her socks never match. -Height: 5'4 -Weight: 110 lbs -Physical Age: 17 Race Specific Information:-Squad: N/A -Seat: N/A Character/Player Bio:-Personality: A hardheaded girl, Ai never listens to anyone. Maybe that was why she's still in the academy. Having failed the exam a total of 72 times, she looked like she would never pass. And through the glint of her eyes, she never seemed like she would even want to. Deep down she was aggravated with herself, but what she didn't realize was it was the same test that cused her failure every time. Being a rash and hot-headed girl, she charged face-first into battle without thinking. Anger was quick to boil in her veins and she would simply attack without a thought. No matter hoe much her partner would tell her not too. Never listening well was one of her fortes. Eventually she showed her true colors as a rebel. She ignored her superiors and was quickly determined as a 'bad child'. -Rank: Student/acad -History: Ai has no memory of how she came to be. This includes a lack of memory for family. When the other students headed home from the academy, she had nowhere to stay and though she acted as a tough girl, she was sorely hurting inside. She would stay in her room and spend hours staring out the window. The teachers had a rough time controlling her as she had the will of a wiuld stallion. Not even the toughest of teachers could break her of her habits, but they couldn't kick her out. She had the talent, but she was a special child. She couldn't learn from her mistakes at all. She showed nop fear and often literally spat in the faces of her teachers. As time went on, she came to fail a total of 72 times, making her one of the oldest in her class. Not speaking in physical age years, but simply in actual years. And her rebellios side went towards the worse. Instead of taking herpunishments, she began running away and hiding; tauntingf her teachers to no end. On a few occassions, she managed to find her way outside of soul society where she bought herself a new set of clothes, showing her final show of rebellion. Instead of the traditional academy uniform, she wore street clothes like a ryoka, her sword attached to her back. Though her teachers begged the headmaster to kick her out, he saw something in her that noone else could and thus he triied calling in a few of his more.. powerful mentors. -Roleplay Samples:- Spoiler:
It was a brisk night, ice everywhere, snow on the ground. This wasn't Konoha. Hiro wondered where she was. It was confusing, being here all alone in this dark confusing forest of crystal, but somehow it was a nurturing feeling. She felt like she knew this place, like she'd been here before.
Her icey eyes browsed the area and as she exhaled it seemed steam fell from her mouth; but it wasn't. It was just the mixture of hot and cold air and even in this ice-like climate she could breathe normally and it almost seemed her blood adjusted to the cold. Her clothes were a simple white kimono that would have allowed her to blend into the snow around her, that was ignoring her hair. The black streands fell to her shoulders and seemed to float behind her as the freezing wind blew; giving her goosebumps, causing herself to shiver. But it wasn't asll that bad for with the shiver was a twist of joy.
A smile on her lips formed as she began trudging forwad; her eyes now focused on the snowy wonderland before her, but something made her stop. Blood.
There was blood around her... on the snow; footprints and suddenly it all melted into a heat; the smell of decay and bodies overtaking the windy paradise. The dancing flakes changed to flickers of flame and dust and sand. A man stood in the distance, a sick grin on his face. The features were hidden, but his aura was not. He cackled; a sick sound that made her shiver, this time in a bad way.
Anger floored into her veins, pulsing hard and viciously as she reached for her kunai, but she couldn't find it. She gasped and tore apart her robe; searching for it to no avail. Tears formed here was her chance! Here was the man! She needed it now! Her breath stuttered as the heat began to pulse harder on her body. She panted, feeling like she would melt.
Her limbs slowly became useless and she felt the man note her presence. Slipping from his throne, he snuck down and came closer. Hiro struggled for freedom, trying to retreat, but her feet felt set in stone and she couldn't even scream. Then his breath set on her ears, "You can't win.... you can't fight me." It purred. Sick laughter again and a pain at her throat. "It's futile."
Hiroko shot up in what was her current bed. Where was she? Her eyes were blank and covered with the vague confusion of limbo. Hesitantly, she wiped her forehed. There was no blood. That was a good sign... however who was the man in her dream? It had been a while since she was 'adopted' by Tenji and now she was sitting by herself in the colorless, humid forest.
She felt sticky with perspiration. A bad dream in the heat could lead to dehydration, however the dew drops of the forest around them replenished the shrivelled feeling in her body and yet at the same time, it made her thirstier. Her thoughts wandered as a curious confusion, leaving her completely puzzled what her original thoughts were.
A sigh escaped her throat as she stood up and lifted her hand above the petals of the blooming flowers, but the water still dripped as if nothing had even acknowledged it. She felt a sigh escape her lips. Her ability was shot now. A crunch nearby caused her ears to perk and slowly, almost indiscreetly, she slid a kunai from her pouch and into the smooth of her palm. Her eyes narrowed and she turned, ready for whatever it was attacking her. ( One of my better posts from another site)
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