Post by Thoryn on Aug 24, 2010 13:13:30 GMT -5
Character Name: Thoryn Stubbs
Age: 18
History: Born in Oregon in the united states, Thoryn is mildly autistic with minor psychic powers and a quirky personality that doesn't always rub people the right way. The oldest child of a very full house, she moved out as soon as she was finacially able. Thoryn became a squire the hard way: a damion attack where she witnessed the full powers of her Dark hunter rescuer. She was given a choice, become a squire, or have a private chat with a certain Mr. Carvaletti. Not surprisingly, Thoryn chose to not die painfully, (much to Otto's chargin.) In her free time she studies music and language at the community collage.
Physical Description: 5'4" weighing 150lbs with short reddish brown hair and brown eyes. Thoryn has pale skin and a slightly rounded face, as well as a small tattoo of a blackrose and wingless blue dragon on her left breast near the collar bone.
Breed : first gen Squire
Sample RP:
"Shit...one of these day's I'm gunna get my self killed." Thoryn groaned. If the Damion's didn't get her, her dark hunter would. If He didn't get her, then her crappy driving skills would do the trick. It wasn't necessaraly her fault. She was a very careful driver...just easily distracted.
Thoryn had been running errands all day. Picking up anything that might be needed. She was a bit hopeless as a fighter, so cooking an housekeeping was about all she was really good for...not that Thoryn was especcially skilled at either of these things.
Fumbling with the keys to the front door, the sun was setting. Brilliant shades of reds and yellow painted the hevans to tell us in it's own grandious way that night was coming. Vaugely, it reminded her of the sunsets in 'Dracula' that foreshadowed the appearance of a vampire. The thought made her grin a little.
'Very good mister bright colored clouds, there WILL be vampires tonight.' And if hers happened to complain about how long it took for her to find the ingreadiants for the soup that he asked her to make for dinner, then he would be eating McDonalds.
Age: 18
History: Born in Oregon in the united states, Thoryn is mildly autistic with minor psychic powers and a quirky personality that doesn't always rub people the right way. The oldest child of a very full house, she moved out as soon as she was finacially able. Thoryn became a squire the hard way: a damion attack where she witnessed the full powers of her Dark hunter rescuer. She was given a choice, become a squire, or have a private chat with a certain Mr. Carvaletti. Not surprisingly, Thoryn chose to not die painfully, (much to Otto's chargin.) In her free time she studies music and language at the community collage.
Physical Description: 5'4" weighing 150lbs with short reddish brown hair and brown eyes. Thoryn has pale skin and a slightly rounded face, as well as a small tattoo of a blackrose and wingless blue dragon on her left breast near the collar bone.
Breed : first gen Squire
Sample RP:
"Shit...one of these day's I'm gunna get my self killed." Thoryn groaned. If the Damion's didn't get her, her dark hunter would. If He didn't get her, then her crappy driving skills would do the trick. It wasn't necessaraly her fault. She was a very careful driver...just easily distracted.
Thoryn had been running errands all day. Picking up anything that might be needed. She was a bit hopeless as a fighter, so cooking an housekeeping was about all she was really good for...not that Thoryn was especcially skilled at either of these things.
Fumbling with the keys to the front door, the sun was setting. Brilliant shades of reds and yellow painted the hevans to tell us in it's own grandious way that night was coming. Vaugely, it reminded her of the sunsets in 'Dracula' that foreshadowed the appearance of a vampire. The thought made her grin a little.
'Very good mister bright colored clouds, there WILL be vampires tonight.' And if hers happened to complain about how long it took for her to find the ingreadiants for the soup that he asked her to make for dinner, then he would be eating McDonalds.