11-09-2007, 10:47 PM
Looks like a very fun RP. I think I can post this here :P
Username: Clorissa
First Name: Chlarysa
Last Name: Maiyone
*Nickname: Just call her Chlarysa
Age: 86 (Read Bio for more info)
Race: Elf.
Sex: Female
*Sexuality: Bisexual
Position: Worker, please.
*Personality: Her emotions are hardened and shallow during her depressive periods, although, when she gets mad, she gets REALLY pissed. She's bubbly and happy most of the time, though. She's also a hopeless romantic.
Despite her shady appearence, she's very nice. She enjoys being kind of others.
*Bio:Her expertise in Illusionary Magics allows her to manipulate all but the most powerful minds around into seeing what she wants them to. She is also competent in healing and battle magics. Her skill in hand to hand combat isn't very honed, and that's what she has been apprenticing in for the past two years.
Her love of nature comes instinctively from being an elf, and living in a small village in the Krivek Forest for a majority of her youth. Her travels started once she reached adulthood at age 40. She will retain her young-twenty-something look for years, as she is an elf, but will slowly start to age physically once she reaches around 130 years old. The average lifespan for her particular sort of peoples is 210, so her life isn't even half over yet.
Recently having grow weary from all of her travels, Chlarysa has sought out somewhere new to stay and earn her keep. This Orphanage looks to her liking.
*Powers: Her expertise in Illusionary Magics allows her to manipulate all but the most powerful minds around into seeing what she wants them to. She is also competent in healing and battle magics. Her skill in hand to hand combat isn't very honed, and that's what she has been apprenticing in for the past two years.
Appearance: 5'7 or so, and a little bit pudgy, but not overweight. Just a little above average for her size. She's got long, curly black hair that she normally straightens out, as her black Fedora doesn't sit well on curls.
She's almost always in a long, black leather trench coat , under which she wears a dark purple corset, and black pinstriped slacks. Her favourite shoes are some tall pole-climbers that she's had for years.
Her eyes are a light purple normally, although the purple is more intense when she is feeling a strong emotion, such as great pleasure or rage.
*Pets: A smallish, very dark purple Scottish Fold with a bit of white on his tummy and white socks. His eyes are a bright, bright green.
His full name is James Halbrook the Third, descended from an important cat in her village's history. He's normally called Hally, though.
*Other: None that I can think of to go here.
Edit: Posting my first part right here, since there's noone about :P
A shady-looking girl strolls up the steps to the door of the Orphanage, stopping for a moment to examine the sign carefully and stroke the cat in crook of her left arm. Taking off her hat and balancing it on the feline, she hums a little tune while knocking out a quick beat on the door. After finishing, she stands aside and waits patiently, her dark hair and coat flowing gently beside her in the light breeze. "Oh, Hally, I hope this will be a fine place to settle down and work.. It looks absolutely grand from the outside. "
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