Post by Dust on Aug 9, 2011 18:35:51 GMT -4
Name: Dust
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Nationality: Ellsinora
Looks: In terms of strengths, a first glance at Dust doesn’t give much away. She has height, but in a thin, fragile kind of way. She has a very womanly frame, and easily comes off as a damsel in distress. She has long, fair hair that falls below her shoulders and frames her face in elegant brown curls. She has cloudy blue eyes that come off as distant, distracted and far away.
As for her attire, you’ll often find her wearing a gentle dress that flows towards her feet. What people don’t see, however, are things like the pants she wears beneath her dress, or the permanent scars on her arms for the days spent tree climbing, for the time she slipped and her arms scrapped against the rough bark before she managed to balance herself, and stave off the deadly fall.
Or the used, and carefully sharpened blade of the knife strapped to her thigh, hidden by the folds of her dress. Even the strength of her arms was hidden by there slim shape.
As for her voice, the soft spoken tones indicated an almost well-breed status, the times where her voice rose above it's normal, gentle level were few and far between. she comes across to others as almost shy and unsure, like one reluctant to stand out in a crowd.
Personality: Dust is hard to pin down, sometimes she will seem so open and ready to embrace new ideas. She sometimes acts nieve and almost like a newborn baby to the world, completly uneffected by any evil. Yet, despite this, she can sometimes say things so strange and insightful it's like she's read your mind. Dust is one of the strangest people you might ever meet, so often away with the clouds she has no idea what's happening around her. Or sometimes, the fantasies in her head are so strong she dosen't realise they aren't true. she might create an image of the people she meets in her head until she is utterly convinced she knows them - like there her long lost brother, an evil spy hunting her own, or even a disguised knight keeping an eye on her.
Enough time spent in the presence of Dust makes it clear she's mentaly instable, that something is wrong with her in the head. Once, she had her brother Kastiel to completly watch out for her, to provide her with shelter and food and brotherly love. He even taught her to defend herself, althrough she treated it all like a game she actull proved to be good with a weapon. Which was more dangerious then good with her ability to judge evil inadiquate. Kastiel was lost to her one day when she took to wondering, sure that the butterfly she followed was actually an angel. She got so lost then that she forgot to even look for the way back.
Items/Pets: Knife, bow and arrow
Other:
Famiy:
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Sibilings: Kastiel, wereabouts unknown
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Nationality: Ellsinora
Looks: In terms of strengths, a first glance at Dust doesn’t give much away. She has height, but in a thin, fragile kind of way. She has a very womanly frame, and easily comes off as a damsel in distress. She has long, fair hair that falls below her shoulders and frames her face in elegant brown curls. She has cloudy blue eyes that come off as distant, distracted and far away.
As for her attire, you’ll often find her wearing a gentle dress that flows towards her feet. What people don’t see, however, are things like the pants she wears beneath her dress, or the permanent scars on her arms for the days spent tree climbing, for the time she slipped and her arms scrapped against the rough bark before she managed to balance herself, and stave off the deadly fall.
Or the used, and carefully sharpened blade of the knife strapped to her thigh, hidden by the folds of her dress. Even the strength of her arms was hidden by there slim shape.
As for her voice, the soft spoken tones indicated an almost well-breed status, the times where her voice rose above it's normal, gentle level were few and far between. she comes across to others as almost shy and unsure, like one reluctant to stand out in a crowd.
Personality: Dust is hard to pin down, sometimes she will seem so open and ready to embrace new ideas. She sometimes acts nieve and almost like a newborn baby to the world, completly uneffected by any evil. Yet, despite this, she can sometimes say things so strange and insightful it's like she's read your mind. Dust is one of the strangest people you might ever meet, so often away with the clouds she has no idea what's happening around her. Or sometimes, the fantasies in her head are so strong she dosen't realise they aren't true. she might create an image of the people she meets in her head until she is utterly convinced she knows them - like there her long lost brother, an evil spy hunting her own, or even a disguised knight keeping an eye on her.
Enough time spent in the presence of Dust makes it clear she's mentaly instable, that something is wrong with her in the head. Once, she had her brother Kastiel to completly watch out for her, to provide her with shelter and food and brotherly love. He even taught her to defend herself, althrough she treated it all like a game she actull proved to be good with a weapon. Which was more dangerious then good with her ability to judge evil inadiquate. Kastiel was lost to her one day when she took to wondering, sure that the butterfly she followed was actually an angel. She got so lost then that she forgot to even look for the way back.
Items/Pets: Knife, bow and arrow
Other:
Famiy:
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Sibilings: Kastiel, wereabouts unknown
