Post by Adrienne |!| Seraah on Jan 11, 2006 3:10:55 GMT -5
Full Name of Character: Seraah Elyanoir Granuocci Tiptoun
Nick Names**: Serah, Boo, Elli, [you might get on her nerves a touch . . .]Fox[heheheh]
Gender: female
Age: 13
Class: poor
Soul Sewn*:
Description: A tad above the average height, with suprisingly thin arms and body. Thin, but not curved nor slender, lanky and witty-looking. Short hair that frames her angular face to the nape of the neck, turning out at the bottom*. One side of the long bangs sheets across a golden-green hazel eye, gold about the iris with green, blue, and grey swirling about in confusion beyond. They are colored largely a pale, wispy gray about the edges, shot through with golden brown. The general body of the eye is a deep, shifting green. Two brown eyebrows sit above the eyes, usually resting in a tricky, amiable manner that hides them behind the semi-heavy sheet of mahogany-brown bangs.Pink lips rest in a concentrated frown or smirk, easily turned into a sharp toothed[both canines chipped from early-on exploration of trees]grin or lop-sided smile. Her nose is long and lightly freckled, but not overly large. Put all of this together and you have a face that can show either no emotion, intense feeling, or an intense unreadable mass of feeling. Though singular emotions may be readable, to read through each shade of the strong, confident expression and each layer of emotion in her eyes is nigh impossible, but not quite. No one would call her beautiful, but certain people might call her pretty.
Over her collerbone is an ugly scar, the skin molded by hot water so that it looks bubbled and trenched. This is less than a quarter-inch deep and covers less than an inch of space. Similar, more tender marks are on the insides of each arm below the shoulder, also a result of past 'explorations'. Her red-tinted hair is unruly, and often times sticks out in strange ways: curling off to the side of sloping in back. Long legs have various small scars from running as a child, both from the sheer need and to retreat. One shoulder has a character imprinted on it, looking as four lines, a star, a box, a cescent moon, and a wave. This means riddle, which describes the girl rather well . . . along with the fact she nearly tatooed herself with the one meaning 'to naturally lose'. Often times the teenager will walk about, hands in the air or behind her head, grinning cheekily at the passerby. Fairly agile and endurant, with good stamina for someone her size and age. Weighs approximately 95 pounds, and isn't the most flexible of street urchins.
Traits: Cheeky and e'er so slightly arrogant, the teenager enjoys catching others by suprise and annoying them. A tendancy to trick nearly everyone once or twice and pull jokes simply means she trusts you and considers you a friend. Although nearly always amiable at first sight/chat etc. if she decides she doesn't like you the teen will either dissapear, or if locked up, resume her amiable demeanor. Fiercely loyal and . . . mostly honest her weak spot is that anyone who gives her their name is instantly a friend and the other way around. Sometimes, on the more dark and sad times, she will isolate herself and cry. Sometimes often, as much as ten times a month, but numbering [usually] around two. Though this girl may pretend to be duped, in order to truly do such a thing to the thingyy little brat can be more than difficult. She always watches, hears, learns, and uses every scrap of resource you provide . . . of personality, character, heart, and soul. A fairly good actor, who dislikes being found in any time of strong emotion. That isn't acted out . . .
Extremely fierce when her friends are threatened or injured, and a hell of a fighter when she wants as far as spirit . . . the skill is . . . lacking . . .
A strange habit she picked up while dwelling in the streets was . . . well, strange. Wierd.Odd. For some reason she hisses, snarls, and shows her teeth when angry. Also has a tendency to sway one foot like a tail when sitting and growl. No one knows where or how she picked this up, or wether it has any connection with her animal, but most say . . .
She's just wierd!
~
INVENTORY:
Gold Earned: 10
Job(s): pick pocket[if tis okay], petty thief. Picks up odd jobs here and there.
Items: a small book of dirty, stained paper and charcoal she gathers and compresses into sticks to write with. A small, ragged pouch for earnings and the clothes she wears. And a nifty little hat nipped off from a stall!
Magic Items: nope, none yet
Loosely based on mehself, mind you. Loosely. [is duped all too often]
*If you have ever seen a picture of Toboe, hair looks kinda like that but a bit shorter, darker, redder, and with bangs.
Nick Names**: Serah, Boo, Elli, [you might get on her nerves a touch . . .]Fox[heheheh]
Gender: female
Age: 13
Class: poor
Soul Sewn*:
Description: A tad above the average height, with suprisingly thin arms and body. Thin, but not curved nor slender, lanky and witty-looking. Short hair that frames her angular face to the nape of the neck, turning out at the bottom*. One side of the long bangs sheets across a golden-green hazel eye, gold about the iris with green, blue, and grey swirling about in confusion beyond. They are colored largely a pale, wispy gray about the edges, shot through with golden brown. The general body of the eye is a deep, shifting green. Two brown eyebrows sit above the eyes, usually resting in a tricky, amiable manner that hides them behind the semi-heavy sheet of mahogany-brown bangs.Pink lips rest in a concentrated frown or smirk, easily turned into a sharp toothed[both canines chipped from early-on exploration of trees]grin or lop-sided smile. Her nose is long and lightly freckled, but not overly large. Put all of this together and you have a face that can show either no emotion, intense feeling, or an intense unreadable mass of feeling. Though singular emotions may be readable, to read through each shade of the strong, confident expression and each layer of emotion in her eyes is nigh impossible, but not quite. No one would call her beautiful, but certain people might call her pretty.
Over her collerbone is an ugly scar, the skin molded by hot water so that it looks bubbled and trenched. This is less than a quarter-inch deep and covers less than an inch of space. Similar, more tender marks are on the insides of each arm below the shoulder, also a result of past 'explorations'. Her red-tinted hair is unruly, and often times sticks out in strange ways: curling off to the side of sloping in back. Long legs have various small scars from running as a child, both from the sheer need and to retreat. One shoulder has a character imprinted on it, looking as four lines, a star, a box, a cescent moon, and a wave. This means riddle, which describes the girl rather well . . . along with the fact she nearly tatooed herself with the one meaning 'to naturally lose'. Often times the teenager will walk about, hands in the air or behind her head, grinning cheekily at the passerby. Fairly agile and endurant, with good stamina for someone her size and age. Weighs approximately 95 pounds, and isn't the most flexible of street urchins.
Traits: Cheeky and e'er so slightly arrogant, the teenager enjoys catching others by suprise and annoying them. A tendancy to trick nearly everyone once or twice and pull jokes simply means she trusts you and considers you a friend. Although nearly always amiable at first sight/chat etc. if she decides she doesn't like you the teen will either dissapear, or if locked up, resume her amiable demeanor. Fiercely loyal and . . . mostly honest her weak spot is that anyone who gives her their name is instantly a friend and the other way around. Sometimes, on the more dark and sad times, she will isolate herself and cry. Sometimes often, as much as ten times a month, but numbering [usually] around two. Though this girl may pretend to be duped, in order to truly do such a thing to the thingyy little brat can be more than difficult. She always watches, hears, learns, and uses every scrap of resource you provide . . . of personality, character, heart, and soul. A fairly good actor, who dislikes being found in any time of strong emotion. That isn't acted out . . .
Extremely fierce when her friends are threatened or injured, and a hell of a fighter when she wants as far as spirit . . . the skill is . . . lacking . . .
A strange habit she picked up while dwelling in the streets was . . . well, strange. Wierd.Odd. For some reason she hisses, snarls, and shows her teeth when angry. Also has a tendency to sway one foot like a tail when sitting and growl. No one knows where or how she picked this up, or wether it has any connection with her animal, but most say . . .
She's just wierd!
~
INVENTORY:
Gold Earned: 10
Job(s): pick pocket[if tis okay], petty thief. Picks up odd jobs here and there.
Items: a small book of dirty, stained paper and charcoal she gathers and compresses into sticks to write with. A small, ragged pouch for earnings and the clothes she wears. And a nifty little hat nipped off from a stall!
Magic Items: nope, none yet
Loosely based on mehself, mind you. Loosely. [is duped all too often]
*If you have ever seen a picture of Toboe, hair looks kinda like that but a bit shorter, darker, redder, and with bangs.
