Post by æChezaæ on Aug 1, 2006 18:41:56 GMT -5
Full Name : Cheza
Nickname : 'Lunar Slayer' by those who commission her.
Age : Appears around 21, but she stopped counting after the first thousand.
Breed{eg vampire, werewolf, phoenix}: Vampire Slayer
Sex : Female
Height : 5'6"
Hair Colour : Raven's wing black
Eye Colour : brown
Personality{2+ lines} : She's beautiful, but has a personality to contrast. She's brash and a spitfire. Her eyes seem to glow red when she's angry, as she has very fiery rages. She prefers dressing in black, but she's not a morbid gothic.(No stereotype intended) She's quiet, and prefers silence to noise.
Picture [which celeb/link of random person] :
(Rin from Fruits Basket)
Pets{and small description} : None
Rpg skills ( example must be more than four lines and stay that way! ) :It's Youko, Catwoman!
EDIT: Here goes nothing
The sharp noise of a sword being sheathed. The click of black-booted footsteps down the alleyway. Cheza strolled almost lazily through the clutter of trash, sienna eyes on the power lines and rooftops. Although no-one had commissioned the Lunar Slayer, she was almost on guard-- paranoid in a way. No bodies, no screaming. She enjoyed the silence whenever she could get it-- which wasn't often.
Nickname : 'Lunar Slayer' by those who commission her.
Age : Appears around 21, but she stopped counting after the first thousand.
Breed{eg vampire, werewolf, phoenix}: Vampire Slayer
Sex : Female
Height : 5'6"
Hair Colour : Raven's wing black
Eye Colour : brown
Personality{2+ lines} : She's beautiful, but has a personality to contrast. She's brash and a spitfire. Her eyes seem to glow red when she's angry, as she has very fiery rages. She prefers dressing in black, but she's not a morbid gothic.(No stereotype intended) She's quiet, and prefers silence to noise.
Picture [which celeb/link of random person] :
(Rin from Fruits Basket)Pets{and small description} : None
Rpg skills ( example must be more than four lines and stay that way! ) :It's Youko, Catwoman!
EDIT: Here goes nothing
The sharp noise of a sword being sheathed. The click of black-booted footsteps down the alleyway. Cheza strolled almost lazily through the clutter of trash, sienna eyes on the power lines and rooftops. Although no-one had commissioned the Lunar Slayer, she was almost on guard-- paranoid in a way. No bodies, no screaming. She enjoyed the silence whenever she could get it-- which wasn't often.
