Post by xangria on Jul 21, 2008 13:56:51 GMT -5
Your username: Xangria
Phrase needed in application: Fantasy realms are real
Character name: Cymris
Race: Dhampir
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Cymris is short and fit. Neither fat nor slim, she
has inky black hair and amber eyes.
Home: She lives at the Academy now, though she recently lived on the street and left to the academy with the blessings of her parents
Clothing: Generally Cymris wears loose tunics of any color tucked into long skirts or trousers. Her favored shoes are boots (brown or black), though occasionally she wears sandals.
Prefered weapons: Knifes, though she is learning about her
element (fire)
Skills: Knife fighting, fire element abilities
Weakness: Her rashness, fear of drowning, and tendency to speak without thinking
Personality/traits/Habits: She has a fiery temper that she is works at controlling and fingers the pommel of her favorite dagger when she becomes aggravated. Cymris can be rash, though occasionally remembers to think things through. She is hardly ever purposely mean, though she can be distant, and she enjoys thinking things through/ learning things herself, reather than being told them.
Pet: (optional) A female cat 'adopted' her when she lived out on the streets, and cymris brought the cat with her to the Academy.
Brief History: Cymris was born into a low-class working family. When her father lost his job, when she was about eleven, they were dumped out onto the street and learned the true meaning of poverty. Since that occasion, she began working oddjobs to help out her family, attending school as often as she could, in the hopes of getting a better job when she moved out. At sixteen she was attacked by several thugs in an attempted mugging, and panicked. Her fire gift first blatantly flaunted itself that night, mildly burning her attackers, who ran away in fright. When she informed her family of the event, they discussed trying to get her sent to the academy, but could not because of their need to support an infirmed grandparent. She worked to financially support her grandparent for the next two years, trying to keep her gift in control. In the meantime, she found a tavern musician who taught her basic streetfighting for her protection. When her grandparent passed away, to their family's grief, she was sent to the academy inthe hopes that they would accept her without any boarding fees.
Element house: Fire
Role Play sample:(needs to be about 13+ sentences) Cymris sighed and rubbed her temples. She had never realized the extent of concentration needed to control her gift before she'd arrived at the academy. It gave her headaches. Suppressing her frustration at her failed attempt to start a fire in the fireplace, Cymris turned away from the instruction book and reached for a dirty envelope. Tenderly pulling out the dinghy paper folded inside, she opened and read the letter for the hundredth time.The letter was from her father, (how did her afford the paper?), telling her that he'd been able to move the family into an extremely cheap apartment, and not to worry too much about him. There was also a heartfelt thanks for her sending her monthly stipend from the academy and a sentence in her mother's crabbed handwriting, telling her to take care of herself. Wiping away a small tear, she set the paper onto the table. She did miss them.
Cymris stood up from the library table. She placed the book back into its place, and pushed in the chair. Turning to the letter she folded it carefully and placed it in its envelope, before exiting the room. As she walked down the halls, her boots emitting dull clincks on the floor, she searched for something to take her mind off her family's plight. Aha! She thought. The battlefield . . .
Phrase needed in application: Fantasy realms are real
Character name: Cymris
Race: Dhampir
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Cymris is short and fit. Neither fat nor slim, she
has inky black hair and amber eyes.
Home: She lives at the Academy now, though she recently lived on the street and left to the academy with the blessings of her parents
Clothing: Generally Cymris wears loose tunics of any color tucked into long skirts or trousers. Her favored shoes are boots (brown or black), though occasionally she wears sandals.
Prefered weapons: Knifes, though she is learning about her
element (fire)
Skills: Knife fighting, fire element abilities
Weakness: Her rashness, fear of drowning, and tendency to speak without thinking
Personality/traits/Habits: She has a fiery temper that she is works at controlling and fingers the pommel of her favorite dagger when she becomes aggravated. Cymris can be rash, though occasionally remembers to think things through. She is hardly ever purposely mean, though she can be distant, and she enjoys thinking things through/ learning things herself, reather than being told them.
Pet: (optional) A female cat 'adopted' her when she lived out on the streets, and cymris brought the cat with her to the Academy.
Brief History: Cymris was born into a low-class working family. When her father lost his job, when she was about eleven, they were dumped out onto the street and learned the true meaning of poverty. Since that occasion, she began working oddjobs to help out her family, attending school as often as she could, in the hopes of getting a better job when she moved out. At sixteen she was attacked by several thugs in an attempted mugging, and panicked. Her fire gift first blatantly flaunted itself that night, mildly burning her attackers, who ran away in fright. When she informed her family of the event, they discussed trying to get her sent to the academy, but could not because of their need to support an infirmed grandparent. She worked to financially support her grandparent for the next two years, trying to keep her gift in control. In the meantime, she found a tavern musician who taught her basic streetfighting for her protection. When her grandparent passed away, to their family's grief, she was sent to the academy inthe hopes that they would accept her without any boarding fees.
Element house: Fire
Role Play sample:(needs to be about 13+ sentences) Cymris sighed and rubbed her temples. She had never realized the extent of concentration needed to control her gift before she'd arrived at the academy. It gave her headaches. Suppressing her frustration at her failed attempt to start a fire in the fireplace, Cymris turned away from the instruction book and reached for a dirty envelope. Tenderly pulling out the dinghy paper folded inside, she opened and read the letter for the hundredth time.The letter was from her father, (how did her afford the paper?), telling her that he'd been able to move the family into an extremely cheap apartment, and not to worry too much about him. There was also a heartfelt thanks for her sending her monthly stipend from the academy and a sentence in her mother's crabbed handwriting, telling her to take care of herself. Wiping away a small tear, she set the paper onto the table. She did miss them.
Cymris stood up from the library table. She placed the book back into its place, and pushed in the chair. Turning to the letter she folded it carefully and placed it in its envelope, before exiting the room. As she walked down the halls, her boots emitting dull clincks on the floor, she searched for something to take her mind off her family's plight. Aha! She thought. The battlefield . . .