Post by akilo on May 26, 2008 7:28:06 GMT -8
Name: Sarah Elizabeth Morris
Nicknames: Liz
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Type: Human
Power:
Personality: Let us put it this way. The girl is quite. She does not talk to many, though befriend her and you've a friend for life. She can be very kind, though she is not afraid to speak her mind and has a bit of a temper. Sarah doesn't like to be bothered, though she won't tell you that. If you do hapen to bother her at the wrong time, she will either ignore you completely or you might get a taste of her firey temper. she loves to sing, though you won't hear it unless she knows you well.
Appearance: She has long, straight, dark brown hair and green eyes. Her skin is light and on her left arm is a scar that starts at her shoulder and ends at her elbow. She's somewhat on the short side at 5.2. She's nothing fancy with her jeans and T shirts, though if you find her at the right time, you may be suprised at what she sometimes chooses to wear.
History: She was born and raised in a small house just outside the great city of New York. Her father and mother were always on edge with each other, though they stayed together until she turned thirteen. Her father left and she and her mother moved here. The scar you will see on her arm is from a year ago when she was in a bad car accident with her aunt. She survived, though her aunt did not make it.
Role-Play Sample:
The thought of moving to a whole new village frightened her, yet excited her at the same time. She had not been outside the forest in years and it would take a while to get used to being out in the open, though it would be exciting to see a new city instead of the large shady trees. As for his next question, she just gave a head shake. The pouch was so light it was hard to notice, but the bow was different. It was the only thing she had left to remember her parents by. Even if it was heavy which it was not, she wouldn't dare let anyone take it from her. The bow looked ordinary, though it was everything but. Her father gave it to her when she was very young, telling her it was made by the gods and she believed him. The bow would adjust to the user's favorite weight, though change if someone new picked it up, yet it could shoot just as well as a royal archer's bow. Every arrow flew straight anf true, yet buried deep into almost every target. "I can carry what I have. I don't need help, but thank you for offering." she murmured. "I'm not sure where we should go. There is a city called Yeoville far to the north, but it's a very long way."
Nicknames: Liz
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Type: Human
Power:
Personality: Let us put it this way. The girl is quite. She does not talk to many, though befriend her and you've a friend for life. She can be very kind, though she is not afraid to speak her mind and has a bit of a temper. Sarah doesn't like to be bothered, though she won't tell you that. If you do hapen to bother her at the wrong time, she will either ignore you completely or you might get a taste of her firey temper. she loves to sing, though you won't hear it unless she knows you well.
Appearance: She has long, straight, dark brown hair and green eyes. Her skin is light and on her left arm is a scar that starts at her shoulder and ends at her elbow. She's somewhat on the short side at 5.2. She's nothing fancy with her jeans and T shirts, though if you find her at the right time, you may be suprised at what she sometimes chooses to wear.
History: She was born and raised in a small house just outside the great city of New York. Her father and mother were always on edge with each other, though they stayed together until she turned thirteen. Her father left and she and her mother moved here. The scar you will see on her arm is from a year ago when she was in a bad car accident with her aunt. She survived, though her aunt did not make it.
Role-Play Sample:
The thought of moving to a whole new village frightened her, yet excited her at the same time. She had not been outside the forest in years and it would take a while to get used to being out in the open, though it would be exciting to see a new city instead of the large shady trees. As for his next question, she just gave a head shake. The pouch was so light it was hard to notice, but the bow was different. It was the only thing she had left to remember her parents by. Even if it was heavy which it was not, she wouldn't dare let anyone take it from her. The bow looked ordinary, though it was everything but. Her father gave it to her when she was very young, telling her it was made by the gods and she believed him. The bow would adjust to the user's favorite weight, though change if someone new picked it up, yet it could shoot just as well as a royal archer's bow. Every arrow flew straight anf true, yet buried deep into almost every target. "I can carry what I have. I don't need help, but thank you for offering." she murmured. "I'm not sure where we should go. There is a city called Yeoville far to the north, but it's a very long way."