Post by DR-@@GON on Apr 27, 2007 22:28:26 GMT -5
n a m e //
Ruuri Seia Keisume
a l i a s //
Ruuri
g e n d e r //
Female
a g e //
14
a p p e a r a n c e //
Her hair is a light blonde, a section that hangs over her left eye dyed light orange. Her eyes, which were slightly larger than most people's, were an aqua hue. Her left eye was covered (as said a few sentences ago) and her right eye was showing. There was a permanent tattoo of an orange rose on her right cheek; bizarre, but she liked it regardless.
Her blonde hair fell to mid-back, ending loosely but straight. Skin color was a light apricot, almost pale but not quite. Her build was rather thin, with a normal sized waist; though it was abnormally healthy for her.
Clothing was average; she wore a light pink shirt, a faded picture of a sad totodile carrying a rose engraved upon it. She wore a skirt that fell to her knees, the color of light lavender. her shoes were normal; just lavender-lined sneakers that shone brand-new.
Apparently she liked soft colors.
b a c k g r o u n d //
She lived a rather calm life, on an island in Cheyenne. There her parents were kind to her, and cared for her as good parents would. But one day all that changed.
{{Haha.}}
She was out picking flowers, when inside of her house, there was a blood-curdling scream, followed by the breaking of pottery. Instantly she dropped the bouquet that she had plucked, and raced into her house. There, with a knife, was her aunt, who had come to visit that day, but was originally bent on slaughtering her family. On the ground were corpses of her mother and father. "Hello child..." She said, petting her crimson'd knife with one red-nailed hand.
Ruuri could not believe her eyes; she had thought that her mother's sister was a kind woman, but apparently she was wrong. Screaming, she tried to call the police, but the lady threatened to stab her if she picked up the phone. Ruuri, naturally a quick-thinker, jumped out of her kitchen window and ran for her life.
She never forgot that day, and never will...
p e r s o n a l i t y //
She is quiet sometimes, but she can talk if you didn't already know. She can be a quick-thinker, but is sometimes over confident. She is quick to defend herself in an argument, but sometimes doesn't choose her words right.
Ruuri Seia Keisume
a l i a s //
Ruuri
g e n d e r //
Female
a g e //
14
a p p e a r a n c e //
Her hair is a light blonde, a section that hangs over her left eye dyed light orange. Her eyes, which were slightly larger than most people's, were an aqua hue. Her left eye was covered (as said a few sentences ago) and her right eye was showing. There was a permanent tattoo of an orange rose on her right cheek; bizarre, but she liked it regardless.
Her blonde hair fell to mid-back, ending loosely but straight. Skin color was a light apricot, almost pale but not quite. Her build was rather thin, with a normal sized waist; though it was abnormally healthy for her.
Clothing was average; she wore a light pink shirt, a faded picture of a sad totodile carrying a rose engraved upon it. She wore a skirt that fell to her knees, the color of light lavender. her shoes were normal; just lavender-lined sneakers that shone brand-new.
Apparently she liked soft colors.
b a c k g r o u n d //
She lived a rather calm life, on an island in Cheyenne. There her parents were kind to her, and cared for her as good parents would. But one day all that changed.
{{Haha.}}
She was out picking flowers, when inside of her house, there was a blood-curdling scream, followed by the breaking of pottery. Instantly she dropped the bouquet that she had plucked, and raced into her house. There, with a knife, was her aunt, who had come to visit that day, but was originally bent on slaughtering her family. On the ground were corpses of her mother and father. "Hello child..." She said, petting her crimson'd knife with one red-nailed hand.
Ruuri could not believe her eyes; she had thought that her mother's sister was a kind woman, but apparently she was wrong. Screaming, she tried to call the police, but the lady threatened to stab her if she picked up the phone. Ruuri, naturally a quick-thinker, jumped out of her kitchen window and ran for her life.
She never forgot that day, and never will...
p e r s o n a l i t y //
She is quiet sometimes, but she can talk if you didn't already know. She can be a quick-thinker, but is sometimes over confident. She is quick to defend herself in an argument, but sometimes doesn't choose her words right.