Post by aureypies on May 25, 2010 21:43:32 GMT -5
Name: Bly Arandail
Age: 19
Race: Elf/Human Hybrid
Appearance:
Personality:
Bly is immediately judged once people see her. she wishes people could understand that she is a passionate soul and that all she needs sometimes is a hug. she is fairly open to those she trusts. her abandonment issues make her hard to keep relationships forcing her to stay away from commitment. she likes to keep her friends close. bly still is always getting into everything, she always gets her nose into things she shouldn't. she has an ease dropping problem as well. though she isn't going anywhere as of now, some day she knows shes going to change the world or at least her world. she can't find anything or a person to hold on to. she tries to listen to others and be polite but sometimes her temper can be quite fiesty. her fiesty personality is also seen for she likes to show off.
History:
Roleplaying example:
Mathew had lately been getting back together with Rachele more than normal. He was feeling strange about getting back into routine. He liked the feeling that being with Rachele etting back into routine. He liked the feeling that being with Rachele brought him, it was the guilt afterward that he couldn't stand. Something was eating at him and he the worst part for him was he didn't know what it was. He couldn't change that small part about him. He had changed his entire life in a matter of a few weeks and this was a challenge for him? He was was planning to get everything out before he went to meet Rachele. This surprise and shocking truth she had to get out was scaring him just a little bit. He was extremely nervous to hear what she had to say to him.
Something was telling him that something was going to happen, no not telling screaming it. In his head he heard his inner conscious screaming that something was going to happen to him. Something he wasn't sure was good or even bad for that fact. He tried his best to be there for his friends as they had done for him. This was his way of giving back for all they had done for him in the past six years. He needed to get stuff off his mind, he had to make sure that when he went to meet with Rachele his mind was clear of all accusations. He stepped into his shower and step a good hour in the steam. Drying off with a towel his mind was absent of all protruding thoughts and he was ready to meet up with Rachele.
He grabbed an extra jacket and laced up his old pair of white tennis shoes. He flicked the light off in his room and galloped down the stairs taking two at a time. He lazily stepped into the entrance hall and out to the brisk nightfall grounds. He stared around and he saw a slight movement, only his eyes could catch. He picked up his speed as he thought of his first sentence to her. He was thinking about keeping a light tone but then again she had something to tell him. He figure she'd be the dead give away to the necessary tone.
He headed finally tot he spot of motion. "Rachele?" Mat's whisper called; her smell was protruding in the air. He knew she was close around if he was not at the right spot. "Rachele," His voice whispered again and he took a few steps into the forest. There she was, standing in the moonlight, her hair reflecting the moon. His brown and blue eyes stared at her, his eyes connecting with hers trying to pull out what was wrong with her. Obviously something had happened.
How did you find us? Crim
Age: 19
Race: Elf/Human Hybrid
Appearance:
Personality:
Bly is immediately judged once people see her. she wishes people could understand that she is a passionate soul and that all she needs sometimes is a hug. she is fairly open to those she trusts. her abandonment issues make her hard to keep relationships forcing her to stay away from commitment. she likes to keep her friends close. bly still is always getting into everything, she always gets her nose into things she shouldn't. she has an ease dropping problem as well. though she isn't going anywhere as of now, some day she knows shes going to change the world or at least her world. she can't find anything or a person to hold on to. she tries to listen to others and be polite but sometimes her temper can be quite fiesty. her fiesty personality is also seen for she likes to show off.
History:
Roleplaying example:
Mathew had lately been getting back together with Rachele more than normal. He was feeling strange about getting back into routine. He liked the feeling that being with Rachele etting back into routine. He liked the feeling that being with Rachele brought him, it was the guilt afterward that he couldn't stand. Something was eating at him and he the worst part for him was he didn't know what it was. He couldn't change that small part about him. He had changed his entire life in a matter of a few weeks and this was a challenge for him? He was was planning to get everything out before he went to meet Rachele. This surprise and shocking truth she had to get out was scaring him just a little bit. He was extremely nervous to hear what she had to say to him.
Something was telling him that something was going to happen, no not telling screaming it. In his head he heard his inner conscious screaming that something was going to happen to him. Something he wasn't sure was good or even bad for that fact. He tried his best to be there for his friends as they had done for him. This was his way of giving back for all they had done for him in the past six years. He needed to get stuff off his mind, he had to make sure that when he went to meet with Rachele his mind was clear of all accusations. He stepped into his shower and step a good hour in the steam. Drying off with a towel his mind was absent of all protruding thoughts and he was ready to meet up with Rachele.
He grabbed an extra jacket and laced up his old pair of white tennis shoes. He flicked the light off in his room and galloped down the stairs taking two at a time. He lazily stepped into the entrance hall and out to the brisk nightfall grounds. He stared around and he saw a slight movement, only his eyes could catch. He picked up his speed as he thought of his first sentence to her. He was thinking about keeping a light tone but then again she had something to tell him. He figure she'd be the dead give away to the necessary tone.
He headed finally tot he spot of motion. "Rachele?" Mat's whisper called; her smell was protruding in the air. He knew she was close around if he was not at the right spot. "Rachele," His voice whispered again and he took a few steps into the forest. There she was, standing in the moonlight, her hair reflecting the moon. His brown and blue eyes stared at her, his eyes connecting with hers trying to pull out what was wrong with her. Obviously something had happened.
How did you find us? Crim