Post by Dwayne Nalani on Nov 12, 2007 5:22:34 GMT 10
Name:
Dwayne Nalani
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Allegiance:
Ice Warriors
Weapons of Choice:
Appearance:
Dwayne appears to be like most of her kind. Straight white hair is cut short reaching to her lower neck in the front, but only to her jaw line in the back, a gradual difference. Her bangs fall over her left eye, since she can not see out of that eye her bangs creates no problem for her. Her right eye is a pale blue. Her jaw line is sharp, giving her a pointed chin. Her thin lips normally form a line and all of her features match her cold nature.
Naturally, Dwayne is short, standing only at about five feet. Yet she has worked hard around her height, becoming fairly strong. Her lean frame is the result of her long hours of practice and work. Her speed is fast coming from a lot of practice. Agile and careful she can easily weave her way through anything. She is also flexible allowing her to bend and crawl through difficult spaces. She has grown used to the cold weather, so she does not worry about wearing many layers. Her pale skin is through out her body, although her face his slightly darker than the rest of her body.
Her blade’s scabbards rest along the sides of her waist, attached to her leather belt. She wears a long, tattered and hooded cloak that covers her simple long sleeved black shirt, slightly loose around her torso. The cloak is layered slightly, a black layer on top and a worn out brown layer below. Around her neck is a silver choker, which rest above the high collar of her thin shirt. Her dark brown pants are thick creating warmth in the coldest weather, they are not tucked into her boots. She wears armor boots that clanks slightly as she walks. She can take off the cloak in heat, but does not worry about the heat in general.
Personality:
Short tempered cold and distant are only a small matter of words to describe her. She hates to be called short, and won’t hesitate to land a punch… or seven. She rarely talks, since there is rarely ever a need for her to, yet when she does it’s either to insult someone or say something relatively wise. She is smart and likes to take situations slowly, so she can make the best choices for the best possible outcome. Being human, she obviously has made mistakes, but chooses to ignore the mistakes after they happen, taking what she can from them and moving on. She does not dwell on the past, and can be considered ignorant at times because of this. Yet she is courageous, and willing to do almost everything.
She does not have many fears, or at least none she will admit. Her biggest admitted fear is that of heights, yet her absolute biggest fear is being burnt alive. She is also well mannered and polite, yet as stated before she wont hesitate to say something rude.
Role-Play Sample:
[[OOC: Not my greatest post in the world.... ]]
The cold wind whipped harshly against pale skin as the blizzard continued. Dwayne sighed quietly, pulling her cloak tighter around her to block out the cold weather. She looked down at the maps in her hand, unfolding it carefully so she did not loose it. Checking the compass she sided continuing on her way. Her boots clanked slightly as she walked over the snow, the snow crunching in complaint as she walked over it. Another long day she thought to herself, her breath visible in the cold weather. Why the world she ever decided to go for a walk in the middle of a blizzard she will never know. Other then gaining practice, there really was no other reason to come out here… away from the village.
With war now in effect, she’d need to learn how to go against the raging blizzards here. They’d be perfect covers for an ambush. Easy way to win a few battles without to many causalities. That of course, only worked if everyone worked together effectively. And that was a lot easier said then done. Dwayne groaned slightly, plopping down in the snow. She ignored the cold weather and soaking snow as she sat. This war would be long and hard… many deaths and many victories. Yet, people would let the power go to their heads and over estimate the armies they ran. That was blankly obvious, but Dwayne knew also that this war would prove a lot of things.
A Storm is Coming
Dwayne Nalani
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Allegiance:
Ice Warriors
Weapons of Choice:
Appearance:
Dwayne appears to be like most of her kind. Straight white hair is cut short reaching to her lower neck in the front, but only to her jaw line in the back, a gradual difference. Her bangs fall over her left eye, since she can not see out of that eye her bangs creates no problem for her. Her right eye is a pale blue. Her jaw line is sharp, giving her a pointed chin. Her thin lips normally form a line and all of her features match her cold nature.
Naturally, Dwayne is short, standing only at about five feet. Yet she has worked hard around her height, becoming fairly strong. Her lean frame is the result of her long hours of practice and work. Her speed is fast coming from a lot of practice. Agile and careful she can easily weave her way through anything. She is also flexible allowing her to bend and crawl through difficult spaces. She has grown used to the cold weather, so she does not worry about wearing many layers. Her pale skin is through out her body, although her face his slightly darker than the rest of her body.
Her blade’s scabbards rest along the sides of her waist, attached to her leather belt. She wears a long, tattered and hooded cloak that covers her simple long sleeved black shirt, slightly loose around her torso. The cloak is layered slightly, a black layer on top and a worn out brown layer below. Around her neck is a silver choker, which rest above the high collar of her thin shirt. Her dark brown pants are thick creating warmth in the coldest weather, they are not tucked into her boots. She wears armor boots that clanks slightly as she walks. She can take off the cloak in heat, but does not worry about the heat in general.
Personality:
Short tempered cold and distant are only a small matter of words to describe her. She hates to be called short, and won’t hesitate to land a punch… or seven. She rarely talks, since there is rarely ever a need for her to, yet when she does it’s either to insult someone or say something relatively wise. She is smart and likes to take situations slowly, so she can make the best choices for the best possible outcome. Being human, she obviously has made mistakes, but chooses to ignore the mistakes after they happen, taking what she can from them and moving on. She does not dwell on the past, and can be considered ignorant at times because of this. Yet she is courageous, and willing to do almost everything.
She does not have many fears, or at least none she will admit. Her biggest admitted fear is that of heights, yet her absolute biggest fear is being burnt alive. She is also well mannered and polite, yet as stated before she wont hesitate to say something rude.
Role-Play Sample:
[[OOC: Not my greatest post in the world.... ]]
The cold wind whipped harshly against pale skin as the blizzard continued. Dwayne sighed quietly, pulling her cloak tighter around her to block out the cold weather. She looked down at the maps in her hand, unfolding it carefully so she did not loose it. Checking the compass she sided continuing on her way. Her boots clanked slightly as she walked over the snow, the snow crunching in complaint as she walked over it. Another long day she thought to herself, her breath visible in the cold weather. Why the world she ever decided to go for a walk in the middle of a blizzard she will never know. Other then gaining practice, there really was no other reason to come out here… away from the village.
With war now in effect, she’d need to learn how to go against the raging blizzards here. They’d be perfect covers for an ambush. Easy way to win a few battles without to many causalities. That of course, only worked if everyone worked together effectively. And that was a lot easier said then done. Dwayne groaned slightly, plopping down in the snow. She ignored the cold weather and soaking snow as she sat. This war would be long and hard… many deaths and many victories. Yet, people would let the power go to their heads and over estimate the armies they ran. That was blankly obvious, but Dwayne knew also that this war would prove a lot of things.
A Storm is Coming
