Post by Aleathea on Jul 22, 2008 22:04:34 GMT -5
Name:
Aleathea
Age:
About Katara's age
Affliation:
She travels with the gAang for a few months, but then completes her role in the war and leaves...
Nationality:
Her parents are from different nations, and she was born when they ran off together... She's kind of an inbetween-er.
Known Family:
None known to be living
Hobbies and pastimes:
She doesn't have a lot of time to pass or to spare for hobbies, but when she does I guess it's mainly just pondering ways to excape her emotional confliction or otherwise.
Favorite music:
Birdsong, since that's all she usually gets to listen to, but also a flute if there's one around.
Favorite foods:
She's not to fond of foods... She just eats because she has to.
Appearence:
Standing about the same height as Katara, perhaps shorter, Aleathea doesn't have quite the fitness as the waterbender I am often comparing her to. She's very thin and a bit of a weakling, though she arguably has reason for that, with long, willowly limbs and slender curves. Her hair is midnight blue, as I like to call it, which means that it's a deep, deep black so dark that it shines blue. It's smooth and strong, like Chinese hair tends to be, and it falls straight to her hips without even the slightest curl. Set under slender, arched eyebrows and framed by almost unnoticable, but very dark, eyelashes, she has large almond shaped eyes that slant a bit upwards at the outer corners. Her nose is small without much of a point to it, thought that doesn't nessesarily mean that it's flattened to her face. Her lips are likewise small and thin, and a pale rose pink on color. Her face is a bit more on the rounded side, rather than having sharp angles, though it is noticably thin, and she's hardly ever had a zit in her life (lucky her). Her skin is pale as porcelain and nearly flawless, save for a few scars she's accumulated. She usually wears her hair loose, not having the time or extra care to do much else with it, though she might do something with it when things take a more action-filled turn. Her clothing will normally consist of extremely simple pieces, which goes by reason of her being poor enough to be a beggar - but she wouldn't beg.
Bio:
Ack, this is the part I can't reveal... This is a character from my fanfiction, and I'm very reluctant to give away any of the ideas from it. *Hides* I'm sorry!
[glow=red,2,300]And in the Interview:[/glow]
Who do you want to play?:
Aleathea (though I would really like to play Azula, but she's taken. xD)
Why?:
Because she's from my fanfiction, and in order to get to 'know her' better I'm going to throw her into strange places and situations to see how she'll react. ^^ (Because Azula's freaking AWESOME! And I have a seperate roleplay character that is like her, and she's my favorite. Hear that? Like her. Similar to her. Not based upon her. Sorry 'bout that, I've just had a few people thinking that I took her out of Azula's character.)
Have you ever RP before? Where?:
That's a big fat YES. On PI, though I've been looking at other sites... *Shifty eyes*
How many times would you say you should post a day?:
At least once, when there's something to reply to. My schedule's not the simplest, though, and I can't be online certain times certain days.
Do you mean to stick with this site (in other words, will you NOT quit after a month or two?):
As long as there's something to reply to, I'll try my best to keep the site going!
Please write a sample post for the character you want below:
The chase had just begun, and already, it was almost over. The mercenaries were almost upon her, their voices sounding louder than ever as they approached. Aleathea knew they were going to catch her and bring her back to the town, where she would be punished, but she wasn’t going to come without a fight. She was about to stop so she could face her to be captors, but suddenly, a strong hand clamped itself over her mouth and another grabbed her arm, and she was pulled backwards behind a tree. The mercenaries didn’t see; they just kept plundering on like the fools they were, right on past Aleathea and her. . . Savior? Or enemy?
Thinking that whomever it was that had her meant nothing good, Aleathea struggled in her captor’s grip, and the hands tightened their grip on Aleathea, making her eyes go wide with pain. In desperation, she kicked out at her captor and licked his hand, with a satisfactory cry of disgust and pain in result. The hand was removed from her mouth, and, by the sound of it, was wiped vigorously on her captor’s tunic. “Stop it girl, I’m trying to help you!” her captor said, his voice surprisingly young and sounding as if he was talking through clenched teeth.
Aleathea went still, but her body was still tense and ready to run to moment her captor let go. Slowly, the hand on her arm turned her around until she found herself looking into the face of a young man, around the same age as she was. He had a muscular build and was taller than Aleathea, and his hair was messy and brown, falling rather attractively around his face. But what really set his face apart from others was a huge scar, stretching across the left side of his face, over his eye and all the way to his ear. Aleathea couldn’t help it; she stared.
Seeing her looking at his scar, her captor looked away, his face turned towards the ground with downcast eyes and a frown furrowing his brow. His grip slackened a bit, but Aleathea didn’t take notice.
“I – I’m sorry,” she managed to stammer out, still a bit startled by what she had seen.
“No, it’s -”
His words were abruptly cut off by the sound of rumbling earth and the voices of the mercenaries, raised in anger.
“They’re coming back!” Aleathea squeaked, wrenching her arm out of the scarred man’s grip. She backed away from the sound of her hunters, with no reaction from the scarred man, then ran.
It seemed as if every tree root and branch was out to hinder her, though it must always seem that way when one is in her position. More than once, she almost tripped, and countless branches raked across her face, but the sound of the mercenaries behind her kept her going. It began to rain, and the ground was soon soggy under Aleathea’s feet, making her progress slower. She also heard large crashes sound behind her; no doubt the mercenaries’ means of travel got a bit wet and uncontrollable. She had seen better benders in her days, and the mercenaries relied more on brute force, not details or control.
Note: This is a section (a very small section) from my fanfiction... (You like? xD)
Aleathea
Age:
About Katara's age
Affliation:
She travels with the gAang for a few months, but then completes her role in the war and leaves...
Nationality:
Her parents are from different nations, and she was born when they ran off together... She's kind of an inbetween-er.
Known Family:
None known to be living
Hobbies and pastimes:
She doesn't have a lot of time to pass or to spare for hobbies, but when she does I guess it's mainly just pondering ways to excape her emotional confliction or otherwise.
Favorite music:
Birdsong, since that's all she usually gets to listen to, but also a flute if there's one around.
Favorite foods:
She's not to fond of foods... She just eats because she has to.
Appearence:
Standing about the same height as Katara, perhaps shorter, Aleathea doesn't have quite the fitness as the waterbender I am often comparing her to. She's very thin and a bit of a weakling, though she arguably has reason for that, with long, willowly limbs and slender curves. Her hair is midnight blue, as I like to call it, which means that it's a deep, deep black so dark that it shines blue. It's smooth and strong, like Chinese hair tends to be, and it falls straight to her hips without even the slightest curl. Set under slender, arched eyebrows and framed by almost unnoticable, but very dark, eyelashes, she has large almond shaped eyes that slant a bit upwards at the outer corners. Her nose is small without much of a point to it, thought that doesn't nessesarily mean that it's flattened to her face. Her lips are likewise small and thin, and a pale rose pink on color. Her face is a bit more on the rounded side, rather than having sharp angles, though it is noticably thin, and she's hardly ever had a zit in her life (lucky her). Her skin is pale as porcelain and nearly flawless, save for a few scars she's accumulated. She usually wears her hair loose, not having the time or extra care to do much else with it, though she might do something with it when things take a more action-filled turn. Her clothing will normally consist of extremely simple pieces, which goes by reason of her being poor enough to be a beggar - but she wouldn't beg.
Bio:
Ack, this is the part I can't reveal... This is a character from my fanfiction, and I'm very reluctant to give away any of the ideas from it. *Hides* I'm sorry!
[glow=red,2,300]And in the Interview:[/glow]
Who do you want to play?:
Aleathea (though I would really like to play Azula, but she's taken. xD)
Why?:
Because she's from my fanfiction, and in order to get to 'know her' better I'm going to throw her into strange places and situations to see how she'll react. ^^ (Because Azula's freaking AWESOME! And I have a seperate roleplay character that is like her, and she's my favorite. Hear that? Like her. Similar to her. Not based upon her. Sorry 'bout that, I've just had a few people thinking that I took her out of Azula's character.)
Have you ever RP before? Where?:
That's a big fat YES. On PI, though I've been looking at other sites... *Shifty eyes*
How many times would you say you should post a day?:
At least once, when there's something to reply to. My schedule's not the simplest, though, and I can't be online certain times certain days.
Do you mean to stick with this site (in other words, will you NOT quit after a month or two?):
As long as there's something to reply to, I'll try my best to keep the site going!
Please write a sample post for the character you want below:
The chase had just begun, and already, it was almost over. The mercenaries were almost upon her, their voices sounding louder than ever as they approached. Aleathea knew they were going to catch her and bring her back to the town, where she would be punished, but she wasn’t going to come without a fight. She was about to stop so she could face her to be captors, but suddenly, a strong hand clamped itself over her mouth and another grabbed her arm, and she was pulled backwards behind a tree. The mercenaries didn’t see; they just kept plundering on like the fools they were, right on past Aleathea and her. . . Savior? Or enemy?
Thinking that whomever it was that had her meant nothing good, Aleathea struggled in her captor’s grip, and the hands tightened their grip on Aleathea, making her eyes go wide with pain. In desperation, she kicked out at her captor and licked his hand, with a satisfactory cry of disgust and pain in result. The hand was removed from her mouth, and, by the sound of it, was wiped vigorously on her captor’s tunic. “Stop it girl, I’m trying to help you!” her captor said, his voice surprisingly young and sounding as if he was talking through clenched teeth.
Aleathea went still, but her body was still tense and ready to run to moment her captor let go. Slowly, the hand on her arm turned her around until she found herself looking into the face of a young man, around the same age as she was. He had a muscular build and was taller than Aleathea, and his hair was messy and brown, falling rather attractively around his face. But what really set his face apart from others was a huge scar, stretching across the left side of his face, over his eye and all the way to his ear. Aleathea couldn’t help it; she stared.
Seeing her looking at his scar, her captor looked away, his face turned towards the ground with downcast eyes and a frown furrowing his brow. His grip slackened a bit, but Aleathea didn’t take notice.
“I – I’m sorry,” she managed to stammer out, still a bit startled by what she had seen.
“No, it’s -”
His words were abruptly cut off by the sound of rumbling earth and the voices of the mercenaries, raised in anger.
“They’re coming back!” Aleathea squeaked, wrenching her arm out of the scarred man’s grip. She backed away from the sound of her hunters, with no reaction from the scarred man, then ran.
It seemed as if every tree root and branch was out to hinder her, though it must always seem that way when one is in her position. More than once, she almost tripped, and countless branches raked across her face, but the sound of the mercenaries behind her kept her going. It began to rain, and the ground was soon soggy under Aleathea’s feet, making her progress slower. She also heard large crashes sound behind her; no doubt the mercenaries’ means of travel got a bit wet and uncontrollable. She had seen better benders in her days, and the mercenaries relied more on brute force, not details or control.
Note: This is a section (a very small section) from my fanfiction... (You like? xD)