Post by Aine on Apr 9, 2009 13:36:55 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?: Aine
Are you over the age of 13?: yes
Have you read and understood all the rules?: yes
In Character
Name:Aine
Age: 31
Gender: female
Species: Gifted
Special Power: healer
Father: Vincent
Mother: Megan
Sibling/s: none
Partner:
Appearance: 2
Aine tries her best to look good for her age, which is only early thirties but she still tries. Green eyes are sometimes covered with purple eyeshadow, mascara and eye liner. Full pink lips sometimes wear a thin layer of gloss, otherwise they are plain. She's about 140 pounds with a curvy body and shoulder length pink hair.
This allows her to wear almost whatever she wants, though her favorite outfit is a t-shirt and a pair of low rider jeans that hides under her cloak. She's about five feet eight inches tall without shoes on and it can range from 5'8 to 6'0 depending on what shoe she is wearing. Though she rarely wears anything that makes her 6'0 anymore, since a broken ankle was not something she wants.
Animal Form and Appearance:(if Shape Shifter, make sure the animal is not already taken)
100 high x 50 wide px Avatar Image of your character: ...
No bigger than 300 high x 530 wide px Signature Image: ...
Personality: 3
Aine is quite a shy girl around people she doesn't know, though warms up after a few encounters. She's past the party phase and more into being with family and friends. Aine is pretty open and honest telling people the truth and what she thinks of them.
She doesn't like ignorance often finding dumb people do dumb things and aren't worth her time. The woman has found herself in love a few times, but it didn't last long as she came to her senses quickly. She'd rather spend time alone or with a few good friends than having to worry about an overbearing jealous partner.
Aine does find herself wanting such a life though, but knows it might not be. The woman has a hard time getting close to men after what has happened to her. Nothing bad just unpleasant and a waste of time.
Strengths:
connection with nature
beauty
Weaknesses:
flowers
men
chocolate
Mental Health: stable
Likes:
rain
snow
healing animals
Dislikes:
Past:
Aine grew up in a small town of gifteds, she quickly learned her skill of healing, helping those that got hurt. She was the only child of her parents and had a lot of pressure put on her to succeed. A sheltered shrub Aine didn't know anything about the world outside her little town. That was until she left to move out finding herself completely unprepared. She began going to parties and raves, finding herself seemingly unaffected by the long term affects of ecstasy. Soon she found herself tired all the time, her body trying to reconstruct what had taken only a month or two to destroy.
Her parents intervened and got her sober, if you could call it that. Finally after two years in therapy her body was completely healed. She bumped into people finding them worn out, tired, thin and disgusting. Glad she got out of there when she did, but they didn't have the gift of healing.
Though she began experimenting again at 29, this new drug that required a vampire. It made her sick though, she vomited violently for days after being injected with only a small amount. This only made her more determined to stay sober, or at least off of narcotics, a drink now and then she thought was fine.
Hating her pink hair she many times had tried dying it a normal color only to have it turn an even odder color; or worse it fell out. She's learned to accept her hair color since it can't be changed and a shaved head isn't something she wants.
Sample Post:
An ear flicked toward the charging stallion, wind blew through her plume and made it tangle itself even more. too close she back peddled and in the blink of an eye, Zo charged forward. She reared and a roar escaped her muzzle, small round ears flattened. Zo stood there maybe a foot or two away ready to go. A deep exhale escaped into the now cold air as she prepared herself. Watching the disappearing cloud a small bearlike 'huh?' was heard. She stepped backward on her hinds, and watched the stallion a moment or two. Forelegs hit the earth and the mare snorted, blood had stained the forehead of the brute.
what the hell? She stamped her foot harshly, glaring at him as the rain fell. It was cold and she welcomed every drop of it. Nostrils flared taking in the scent of it all, another cloud then began to dissipate. What are you trying to prove? her voice hissed. Was this his way of greeting someone? Taking a deep breath she tossed the water from her plume making it whip her hocks. Someone who could make it rain. rain Sweet rain! All that was needed was a cloudy stormy sky to run off into the distance. damn it Zocha shook her skull, how dare she think or even consider falling in love again. Love was such a useless emotion, pffft love. love Irises soften slightly then hardened again. How dare he force her to love him or even attempt to.
Her darkened heart was softened by someone who could make it rain. RAIN of all things. Maybe she hadn't protected herself as much as she had hoped or tried to. Although...'he' didn't have the balls to charge her like that. hmmmm Ears melted into her matted soaking wet tresses. She was pissed off but enamored at the same time.