Post by Lara Ashdown on Jan 21, 2008 3:05:36 GMT 10
Name:Larissa “Lara” Ashdown
Age: 17
Gender:female
Allegiance:drifter
Race:human
Class:pilgrim
Weapons of Choice:a small dagger which she keeps hidden, though she rarely uses it – Lara detests any kind of violence and will only hurt someone if there was nothing else she could do.
Pet:
Inn:
Ship:
Wings:
Appearance: Roughly 5’11 so is tall for her age, with long dark brown/black hair which is normally loose around her shoulders. She has very pale skin, with electric blue eyes. On her left wrist is a small scar which she obtained when she was child. She doesn’t like to talk about it and avoids it if it appears in conversation. Is usually seen wearing a black cloak with the hood up over her face
Personality:Even from when she was a toddler, Lara was quiet. She didn’t like talking amongst large groups of people, and would never complain in fear of being scolded by her parents. Because of this, no one would talk to her, instead leaving her alone in the corner with her books and games or talking with small animals. Lara preferred it that way.
When her father, part of the Lilan Army, died during battle, she became even more reclusive. The only time people ever saw her speaking was usually during arguments with her mother. She wanted revenge for her husband’s murder, whilst Lara hoped the war would be over, and things could return to normal. It saddened her – she had always been particularly close to her mother, disliking her father and his friends for being part of the navy and slaying so many people. Surely there was no point to the aimless fighting?
Tired of fighting, one night Lara packed her bags and left, leaving a small note explaining. She still feels guilty about running away, but remains certain that she had no other choice. And secretly, she was beginning to enjoy having the freedom to do what she liked and being able to try different things.
Likes
Animals
Reading
Being outdoors
Helping others
Travelling
Dislikes
anykind of fighting
Navy - blames them for her father's death
arrogant self absorbed people
Role-Play Sample: Softly, she folded the small white sheet of paper, her hands shaking. Thoughts were racing through her mind, her doubts and fears. But she had to stay calm, stay focused. It was for the best. Nobody would notice she had gone, she had no close friends who would worry or fret. Her mother probably hated the sight of her, they were always arguing.
Sighing, Lara looked around the small room, with the remains of the fire still in the fire place. Pots were stacked up messily in the corner, screaming out to be washed. Despite it being cramped with the table and chairs, the room felt empty. It wasn’t the same without her father leaning back in his chair, a smile cross his lips. And her mother would be gossiping excitedly, laughing as she told her story. Lara could not remember the last time she received a smile from her. Giving a quick final glance around her house, she opened the door and stepped outside into the bitter cold. Not daring to look back in fear of a moments weakness she shut the door behind her and wandered down the path, her heart beating loudly with every step she took.
A storm in coming
(I'm sorry if its all wrong but have never rped before and not sure if anything is missing)
Age: 17
Gender:female
Allegiance:drifter
Race:human
Class:pilgrim
Weapons of Choice:a small dagger which she keeps hidden, though she rarely uses it – Lara detests any kind of violence and will only hurt someone if there was nothing else she could do.
Pet:
Inn:
Ship:
Wings:
Appearance: Roughly 5’11 so is tall for her age, with long dark brown/black hair which is normally loose around her shoulders. She has very pale skin, with electric blue eyes. On her left wrist is a small scar which she obtained when she was child. She doesn’t like to talk about it and avoids it if it appears in conversation. Is usually seen wearing a black cloak with the hood up over her face
Personality:Even from when she was a toddler, Lara was quiet. She didn’t like talking amongst large groups of people, and would never complain in fear of being scolded by her parents. Because of this, no one would talk to her, instead leaving her alone in the corner with her books and games or talking with small animals. Lara preferred it that way.
When her father, part of the Lilan Army, died during battle, she became even more reclusive. The only time people ever saw her speaking was usually during arguments with her mother. She wanted revenge for her husband’s murder, whilst Lara hoped the war would be over, and things could return to normal. It saddened her – she had always been particularly close to her mother, disliking her father and his friends for being part of the navy and slaying so many people. Surely there was no point to the aimless fighting?
Tired of fighting, one night Lara packed her bags and left, leaving a small note explaining. She still feels guilty about running away, but remains certain that she had no other choice. And secretly, she was beginning to enjoy having the freedom to do what she liked and being able to try different things.
Likes
Animals
Reading
Being outdoors
Helping others
Travelling
Dislikes
anykind of fighting
Navy - blames them for her father's death
arrogant self absorbed people
Role-Play Sample: Softly, she folded the small white sheet of paper, her hands shaking. Thoughts were racing through her mind, her doubts and fears. But she had to stay calm, stay focused. It was for the best. Nobody would notice she had gone, she had no close friends who would worry or fret. Her mother probably hated the sight of her, they were always arguing.
Sighing, Lara looked around the small room, with the remains of the fire still in the fire place. Pots were stacked up messily in the corner, screaming out to be washed. Despite it being cramped with the table and chairs, the room felt empty. It wasn’t the same without her father leaning back in his chair, a smile cross his lips. And her mother would be gossiping excitedly, laughing as she told her story. Lara could not remember the last time she received a smile from her. Giving a quick final glance around her house, she opened the door and stepped outside into the bitter cold. Not daring to look back in fear of a moments weakness she shut the door behind her and wandered down the path, her heart beating loudly with every step she took.
A storm in coming
(I'm sorry if its all wrong but have never rped before and not sure if anything is missing)
was really worried I'd missed something out