Post by Jae on Feb 3, 2007 18:38:46 GMT -5
Name: Karina Biriukova
Nicknames: N/A
Teacher, Student, or Investigator?: Student
Race: Flame Elemental
Age: Twenty.
Hair Her hair is on the darker side of a pale blonde, it doesn't shine, but seems to almost always stay flat against static materials. Her hair is thin, most of the ends are split, she hasn't had it trimmed or cut in a long time. The straight blonde locks fall down to around her chest.
Eyes: Her eyes are a pool of chocolate with specks of ice in them, her pupils are soft, and show signs of constant tears. They are the shape of slightly deformed almonds, and are slightly sunken.
Height/weight: 5'3", 124lbs.
Appearance: The bone structure in her face gives in a long look. Which is appropriate for her. Her skin tone is a mix between the deep tan of her mother and pale snow of her father. Her fingers are long, and spider-like. Callouses are present on the right hand. Her chest is relatively flat, and she has so little fat that you can see her spine when she bends over if she has only one or two layers on. Both her arms and her legs scrawny. Her toes are also uneven in size scale.
Attire: She normally wears a long sleeved, vertically striped purple turtle-neck sweater, decorated with floral pattern along the neck. With that she wears simple jeans with a few decorative beads splayed randomly around on them. On cold days she can be seen wearing a hooded top, with a thick fur and leather coat over, a tight-knit plaid scarf draped around her neck. On her hands she will wear black, fake-leather gloves, and for bottoms, two layers of warming cotton pants. She only wears black boot, lined with rabbit-fur.
Powers: Pyrokenisis - The power to manipulate, and create fire.
Personality: Karina tries to stay away from other people as much as possible, and now even more so that SIS Agents are going to be at the school. She prefers to sit in the corner of a classroom and quietly take down notes than to participate, or chit-chat with people. All she wants to do is make her parents proud, so she focuses on her academics. She's quite the push-over though, unless you talk trash of her parents. She also easily succumbs to peer pressure, even though no one would bother asking her to do anything good, let alone something bad.
Sexual preference: She hasn't thought about it, and thus is undecided.
Romantic interests: N/A
Occupation: N/A
Likes: She likes to mope, to sketch meese and wolves (even if she's shit at it), wolves, meese, her parents, and Russia.
Dislikes: Ignorance, people whom insult her parents, people who tell her to "cheer up emo kid", "don't try emo kid" or "don't kill yourself emo kid"; and Americans.
Pets: N/A
History: She was born to a French Woman, and a Russian Man in St. Petersburg in 1988. She grew up, having a normal life for a child in Russia at that time. Sadly, her parents were of the many who protested against the new Government, and were killed in 1993. She was sent away, to North America. Where she had to learn another language, make new friends. Have a new family. She lived in Alaska for most of her time in North America, until she moved to Contempolis.
She still believes she sees her parents, Aмериканский(Moose, in Russian), and Loupe'(Wolf in French).
Picture(s):
Roleplay Example (Min. 60 Words):
(From my other Roleplay Forum)
(Part 1)
Tehodis has stopped spitting blood, which could have been an amazing miracle - or an extremely bad sign that death was coming close to her.
But she couldn't die right?
(1556, Tehodis looks like a four year old child, Tristan like a six year old child)
She sat in the mudpile, dirtying the new robes from her parents.
"Tehodis?" A voice came.
"Yes, Tristan?" She replied, her eyes never leaving the plod of mud before her.
He crouched beside her, "What are you doing?"
"Making a mud-pie." She grinned large.
Tristan nodded, his hands were behind his back for some reason, and his pale green face was slightly red, "Why are you making a mud-pie?"
" 'Cause it's your Birthday." She told him, matter-o-factly. Tristan's face grew a little more pink.
He stood up straight and extended his right arm after taking it from behind her back, "Here you go." In his hands were three small flowers, one had rounded purple petals, another had pink, another had red.
Her eyes brightened, "Oh Tristan! They will look perfect on your pie!" She took them and placed them on the top of the pie, looking proudly at the lopsided lump of mud.
(1878, Tehodis looks like a sixteen year old girl, Tristan looks like and eighteen year old boy)
"I don't want to do this."
"Too bad. Now, say your line!"
"Fine, if it'll make you happy ... Romeo, Romeo, where fore art thou Romeo?" Tristan crossed his arms the balcony, uncomfortable in the frilly pink dress and golden haired wig he was wearing. His face was red when he heard laughing. He looked down from the balcony, on the stage in full costume, her hair up in a hat, laughing her arse off was Tehodis. "Tehodis!" He called, a little annoyed. He turned and started to go down the small staircase in the balcony.
"Tristan, let's try that agai-Tristan? Where'd you go?" She looked around for him. Then she knew where, when she felt him ticking her. "Damn Tristan!" She laughed, "You know that's my weak spot!"
Tehodis coughed up a large spurt of blood as she sat up, taking a gasping breath, "The hell?" She wiped blood from her face.
(Part 2)
She soon stopped crying, but left her head there, left it in the blood and tear soaked robe, counting the seconds pass. With all of the blood she had lost, she should be dead. She should be dead right now, not have this pain, not have had to read that letter. She should have died. Laid there, blood circling her body ... but no. Why? Why did she have to stay alive?
She stood abruptly, causing her head to ache a small bit before she shook it off. She looked down at the ground, wondering if she could make it safely down there ... she needed to live now. She had to finish this, kill that bas(tard Cowell for everything that he had ever done.
She jumped.
She refused to cry in pain from the hard landing on the street, and just began to walk around, thinking how she could kill him, how she could even get to Kumoru. How could she kill him without his actual body? This was going to take some figuring, and some force ... and more death. Much more death. It had to be done.
As she began plotting how to defeat Cowell once and for all, the memories that had attacked her in her unconcious mind came back. "Shit ..." She muttered, rubbing her forehead, had that been real? Had she known Cowell all her life? Had he once played Juliet, and her Romeo? Romeo to his Juliet ... seemed to be a laughable matter, but it wasn't. She was twenty six. That was the age her mother in the nightmare of a memory said she would marry. She was twenty six. In regular years at least. Was she really betrothed to such a wretched man? She couldn't ask her father, he was dead. She couldn't ask her mother with the memory she had - she could hardly remember Tehodis. She had to find out the truth. Research, help ... she needed to know before she killed him ... That gave her an idea ...
Anything else?: N/A
Codeword:: Ookami
Nicknames: N/A
Teacher, Student, or Investigator?: Student
Race: Flame Elemental
Age: Twenty.
Hair Her hair is on the darker side of a pale blonde, it doesn't shine, but seems to almost always stay flat against static materials. Her hair is thin, most of the ends are split, she hasn't had it trimmed or cut in a long time. The straight blonde locks fall down to around her chest.
Eyes: Her eyes are a pool of chocolate with specks of ice in them, her pupils are soft, and show signs of constant tears. They are the shape of slightly deformed almonds, and are slightly sunken.
Height/weight: 5'3", 124lbs.
Appearance: The bone structure in her face gives in a long look. Which is appropriate for her. Her skin tone is a mix between the deep tan of her mother and pale snow of her father. Her fingers are long, and spider-like. Callouses are present on the right hand. Her chest is relatively flat, and she has so little fat that you can see her spine when she bends over if she has only one or two layers on. Both her arms and her legs scrawny. Her toes are also uneven in size scale.
Attire: She normally wears a long sleeved, vertically striped purple turtle-neck sweater, decorated with floral pattern along the neck. With that she wears simple jeans with a few decorative beads splayed randomly around on them. On cold days she can be seen wearing a hooded top, with a thick fur and leather coat over, a tight-knit plaid scarf draped around her neck. On her hands she will wear black, fake-leather gloves, and for bottoms, two layers of warming cotton pants. She only wears black boot, lined with rabbit-fur.
Powers: Pyrokenisis - The power to manipulate, and create fire.
Personality: Karina tries to stay away from other people as much as possible, and now even more so that SIS Agents are going to be at the school. She prefers to sit in the corner of a classroom and quietly take down notes than to participate, or chit-chat with people. All she wants to do is make her parents proud, so she focuses on her academics. She's quite the push-over though, unless you talk trash of her parents. She also easily succumbs to peer pressure, even though no one would bother asking her to do anything good, let alone something bad.
Sexual preference: She hasn't thought about it, and thus is undecided.
Romantic interests: N/A
Occupation: N/A
Likes: She likes to mope, to sketch meese and wolves (even if she's shit at it), wolves, meese, her parents, and Russia.
Dislikes: Ignorance, people whom insult her parents, people who tell her to "cheer up emo kid", "don't try emo kid" or "don't kill yourself emo kid"; and Americans.
Pets: N/A
History: She was born to a French Woman, and a Russian Man in St. Petersburg in 1988. She grew up, having a normal life for a child in Russia at that time. Sadly, her parents were of the many who protested against the new Government, and were killed in 1993. She was sent away, to North America. Where she had to learn another language, make new friends. Have a new family. She lived in Alaska for most of her time in North America, until she moved to Contempolis.
She still believes she sees her parents, Aмериканский(Moose, in Russian), and Loupe'(Wolf in French).
Picture(s):
Roleplay Example (Min. 60 Words):
(From my other Roleplay Forum)
(Part 1)
Tehodis has stopped spitting blood, which could have been an amazing miracle - or an extremely bad sign that death was coming close to her.
But she couldn't die right?
(1556, Tehodis looks like a four year old child, Tristan like a six year old child)
She sat in the mudpile, dirtying the new robes from her parents.
"Tehodis?" A voice came.
"Yes, Tristan?" She replied, her eyes never leaving the plod of mud before her.
He crouched beside her, "What are you doing?"
"Making a mud-pie." She grinned large.
Tristan nodded, his hands were behind his back for some reason, and his pale green face was slightly red, "Why are you making a mud-pie?"
" 'Cause it's your Birthday." She told him, matter-o-factly. Tristan's face grew a little more pink.
He stood up straight and extended his right arm after taking it from behind her back, "Here you go." In his hands were three small flowers, one had rounded purple petals, another had pink, another had red.
Her eyes brightened, "Oh Tristan! They will look perfect on your pie!" She took them and placed them on the top of the pie, looking proudly at the lopsided lump of mud.
(1878, Tehodis looks like a sixteen year old girl, Tristan looks like and eighteen year old boy)
"I don't want to do this."
"Too bad. Now, say your line!"
"Fine, if it'll make you happy ... Romeo, Romeo, where fore art thou Romeo?" Tristan crossed his arms the balcony, uncomfortable in the frilly pink dress and golden haired wig he was wearing. His face was red when he heard laughing. He looked down from the balcony, on the stage in full costume, her hair up in a hat, laughing her arse off was Tehodis. "Tehodis!" He called, a little annoyed. He turned and started to go down the small staircase in the balcony.
"Tristan, let's try that agai-Tristan? Where'd you go?" She looked around for him. Then she knew where, when she felt him ticking her. "Damn Tristan!" She laughed, "You know that's my weak spot!"
Tehodis coughed up a large spurt of blood as she sat up, taking a gasping breath, "The hell?" She wiped blood from her face.
(Part 2)
She soon stopped crying, but left her head there, left it in the blood and tear soaked robe, counting the seconds pass. With all of the blood she had lost, she should be dead. She should be dead right now, not have this pain, not have had to read that letter. She should have died. Laid there, blood circling her body ... but no. Why? Why did she have to stay alive?
She stood abruptly, causing her head to ache a small bit before she shook it off. She looked down at the ground, wondering if she could make it safely down there ... she needed to live now. She had to finish this, kill that bas(tard Cowell for everything that he had ever done.
She jumped.
She refused to cry in pain from the hard landing on the street, and just began to walk around, thinking how she could kill him, how she could even get to Kumoru. How could she kill him without his actual body? This was going to take some figuring, and some force ... and more death. Much more death. It had to be done.
As she began plotting how to defeat Cowell once and for all, the memories that had attacked her in her unconcious mind came back. "Shit ..." She muttered, rubbing her forehead, had that been real? Had she known Cowell all her life? Had he once played Juliet, and her Romeo? Romeo to his Juliet ... seemed to be a laughable matter, but it wasn't. She was twenty six. That was the age her mother in the nightmare of a memory said she would marry. She was twenty six. In regular years at least. Was she really betrothed to such a wretched man? She couldn't ask her father, he was dead. She couldn't ask her mother with the memory she had - she could hardly remember Tehodis. She had to find out the truth. Research, help ... she needed to know before she killed him ... That gave her an idea ...
Anything else?: N/A
Codeword:: Ookami
