Post by Amadi on Mar 6, 2009 11:19:28 GMT -6
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{Finding Image}
Personal
Name: Amadi Rosen Alkane
Nickname: None.
Age: 18.
Gender: Female.
Race: Hybrid - werewolf and vampire.
Class: Theif-warrior - more theif than warrior, though she was trained as a warrior.
Hair/Eye Color: Dark brown-black/Dark green-blue.
Height: 5'7",
Family Stuff
Parents: Jay'kon Alkane (alive) and Marinai Hisole-Alkane (alive). Married.
Siblings: Two older brothers (one alive) and a younger sister (alive).
Other Family: A few relatives, spread out over the continent.
Pets: None - had a dog at home, but none with her currently.
Alter-Ego
Power/s: Has some extra strength, is quick-footed and has heightened sense, but nothing like a full-blooded vampire or werewolf would have.
Control: 8.
Side-Affects: None, yet...
Weakness's: Easily angered, and hates to pass up a challenge or an easy target. Also gets sunburned easily and has a weakness for meat (whether cooked or raw).
Personality: Lighthearted on the outside, after spending a few hours or days with Amadi, her true nature starts to show through. Mostly manipulative and sneaky, though she isn't evil, as a rule, nor good. More...wandering between the two paths.
Etc.
Costume: Wears boy's clothes usually (unless women's clothes are needed, for which she has her own in her pack).
Weapon: A dagger in her waistband and her brain; she can fight with staves and a small sword, but she had neither of those currently, nor has she practised in a long while.
Side: Nuetral.
Starting Intro!
Amadi sighed to herself, pulling out a knife as she gazed into the small stream below her bended body. Holding her hair, the hybrid started sawing away on it. The theif-warrior knew it had been getting to long for her to hold up passing off as a lad for a while, but had been loathe to cut it. "Well, might as well get this over with...", she muttered.
When the teenager finished, bits of dark brown hair littered the ground around her kneeling form. Her hair looked wild - spiked in some places, curling in others, thank to a sloppy job with no proper mirror. "No wonder soldiers shave...", Amadi muttered, making a face at the prospect of shaving her head. No - not that. Short hair, yes; bald, no. She wasn't that far gone - even the stocks would be better than a shorn head.
{Finding Image}
Personal
Name: Amadi Rosen Alkane
Nickname: None.
Age: 18.
Gender: Female.
Race: Hybrid - werewolf and vampire.
Class: Theif-warrior - more theif than warrior, though she was trained as a warrior.
Hair/Eye Color: Dark brown-black/Dark green-blue.
Height: 5'7",
Family Stuff
Parents: Jay'kon Alkane (alive) and Marinai Hisole-Alkane (alive). Married.
Siblings: Two older brothers (one alive) and a younger sister (alive).
Other Family: A few relatives, spread out over the continent.
Pets: None - had a dog at home, but none with her currently.
Alter-Ego
Power/s: Has some extra strength, is quick-footed and has heightened sense, but nothing like a full-blooded vampire or werewolf would have.
Control: 8.
Side-Affects: None, yet...
Weakness's: Easily angered, and hates to pass up a challenge or an easy target. Also gets sunburned easily and has a weakness for meat (whether cooked or raw).
Personality: Lighthearted on the outside, after spending a few hours or days with Amadi, her true nature starts to show through. Mostly manipulative and sneaky, though she isn't evil, as a rule, nor good. More...wandering between the two paths.
Etc.
Costume: Wears boy's clothes usually (unless women's clothes are needed, for which she has her own in her pack).
Weapon: A dagger in her waistband and her brain; she can fight with staves and a small sword, but she had neither of those currently, nor has she practised in a long while.
Side: Nuetral.
Starting Intro!
Amadi sighed to herself, pulling out a knife as she gazed into the small stream below her bended body. Holding her hair, the hybrid started sawing away on it. The theif-warrior knew it had been getting to long for her to hold up passing off as a lad for a while, but had been loathe to cut it. "Well, might as well get this over with...", she muttered.
When the teenager finished, bits of dark brown hair littered the ground around her kneeling form. Her hair looked wild - spiked in some places, curling in others, thank to a sloppy job with no proper mirror. "No wonder soldiers shave...", Amadi muttered, making a face at the prospect of shaving her head. No - not that. Short hair, yes; bald, no. She wasn't that far gone - even the stocks would be better than a shorn head.