Post by erbear47 on Aug 1, 2007 18:21:53 GMT 10
Name: Marquering
Age: 20
Gender: female
Allegiance: Fallen Angel
Weapons of Choice: Short bow and dagger
Appearance: Marquering is neither short nor tall, neither fat nor thin. She does not care much for appearances and therefore does not keep up on her own very often. She has long black hard and dark green eyes. The stress of having been cast out from her previous life leaves its mark on her in the form of shadows and lines on her face, however this is not unattractive on her. Because of the shadows in which she is forced to live, Marquering prefers mostly black in her outfit. Tight black pants, a black top, and black boots; the only color in her outfit is the silver chain she wears in memory of her long lost love, and the silver gauntlets protecting her wrist and forearms.
Before her downfall, Marquering was considered beautiful:
Personality: Marquering is basically depressed. Ever since she was ostracized, she sulks around feeling sorry for herself. When it comes to interaction with others she tries to avoid it at all costs. She prefers to be alone and will only fight alongside others who have gone through what she has. She dislikes people who seem to have everything going for them and despises happiness. If she cant be happy then why should anyone else? Great at stealth and covert missions, Marquering prefers to be sent out ahead of the troops because lets face it, thats where the action is at.
Role-Play Sample: Marquering stood with her back to the wind, judging the movement of her enemies. Why do they have to do this today? She thinks to herself as she slowly surveys the land. I'm sick and tired of dealing with this. The wind picks up as she crouches down to get a better view of the movement below. Lightning flashes in the sky revealing the small gathering of men and women below. Marquering sighs as she draws her bow and prepares her shot. Who will it be today? The arrow flies through the air hitting a young woman about Marquerings age at the edge of the encampment. Let them know they are being watched, that was the mission. Mission accomplished. Marquering turns in the wind, her hair whipping out behind her. Slowly returning to her people she savors the silence of being on her own.
A storm is coming (Maybe I shouldn't do this type of thing late at night... ;D )
Age: 20
Gender: female
Allegiance: Fallen Angel
Weapons of Choice: Short bow and dagger
Appearance: Marquering is neither short nor tall, neither fat nor thin. She does not care much for appearances and therefore does not keep up on her own very often. She has long black hard and dark green eyes. The stress of having been cast out from her previous life leaves its mark on her in the form of shadows and lines on her face, however this is not unattractive on her. Because of the shadows in which she is forced to live, Marquering prefers mostly black in her outfit. Tight black pants, a black top, and black boots; the only color in her outfit is the silver chain she wears in memory of her long lost love, and the silver gauntlets protecting her wrist and forearms.
Before her downfall, Marquering was considered beautiful:
Personality: Marquering is basically depressed. Ever since she was ostracized, she sulks around feeling sorry for herself. When it comes to interaction with others she tries to avoid it at all costs. She prefers to be alone and will only fight alongside others who have gone through what she has. She dislikes people who seem to have everything going for them and despises happiness. If she cant be happy then why should anyone else? Great at stealth and covert missions, Marquering prefers to be sent out ahead of the troops because lets face it, thats where the action is at.
Role-Play Sample: Marquering stood with her back to the wind, judging the movement of her enemies. Why do they have to do this today? She thinks to herself as she slowly surveys the land. I'm sick and tired of dealing with this. The wind picks up as she crouches down to get a better view of the movement below. Lightning flashes in the sky revealing the small gathering of men and women below. Marquering sighs as she draws her bow and prepares her shot. Who will it be today? The arrow flies through the air hitting a young woman about Marquerings age at the edge of the encampment. Let them know they are being watched, that was the mission. Mission accomplished. Marquering turns in the wind, her hair whipping out behind her. Slowly returning to her people she savors the silence of being on her own.
A storm is coming (Maybe I shouldn't do this type of thing late at night... ;D )
