Post by Haruka on Oct 18, 2005 20:32:28 GMT -5
Name: Haruka Akari DeKage
Hometown:
Age: 23
-Gender: Female
-Class: Shadow Walker
-Clan: Gaia
-Weapon: Short blades
-Armor: Wrist sheathes, wrist guards. Shin guards and gloves.
-Accessory:A leather thong with a amulet in shape of a claw and encasement of a lock of hair.
Appearance
-Height: Short, at 5'2"
-Skin:Tan, much dakrer in great sunlight, if she ever uncovered enough to do so.
-Eye Color: Hazel, becomes glazed with flashes of vibrant green when madness sets in.
-Hair Color: Short with slight curls. Ends just at the top of the ear, and has white streaks on the left side.
-Clothing: A long tunic with sleeves to nearly her fingertips. slightly baggy pants, a little short on her revealing knee high boots. She generally wears a cap, but loses it more then not.
-Other: Scars are strewn about her body, carefully carved into the pattern of shackles and chains. No one really knows what her back is carved with, for she doesn't reveal it, and knows not herself.
Personality
-Outer: Usually very kind and open; helps when she can. Also loves to play pranks, as if she were no more then a child. Though, when madness sets in she is rude and vicious, taking in little consideration of others.
-Inner: Concerned and conscious. Turmoil haunts her and her madness mocks her often, banging against inner walls
-Strengths: Unarmed combat and knife fighting.
-Weaknesses: Insecure and doesn't always think before opening her mouth.
-Goals: Find her daughter, which was taken from her when she was younger. The conception wasn't of her wanting, but once her daughter was born, she loved it with every fiber of her being.
-Fears: Never finding her daughter and not being able to prevent people from hurting the few friends she has
-Other: Anger her, and you meet the feral side that howls as if she was a lycanthrope. Dances and is occasionally a bard.
Items:
Skills:
Hometown:
Age: 23
-Gender: Female
-Class: Shadow Walker
-Clan: Gaia
-Weapon: Short blades
-Armor: Wrist sheathes, wrist guards. Shin guards and gloves.
-Accessory:A leather thong with a amulet in shape of a claw and encasement of a lock of hair.
Appearance
-Height: Short, at 5'2"
-Skin:Tan, much dakrer in great sunlight, if she ever uncovered enough to do so.
-Eye Color: Hazel, becomes glazed with flashes of vibrant green when madness sets in.
-Hair Color: Short with slight curls. Ends just at the top of the ear, and has white streaks on the left side.
-Clothing: A long tunic with sleeves to nearly her fingertips. slightly baggy pants, a little short on her revealing knee high boots. She generally wears a cap, but loses it more then not.
-Other: Scars are strewn about her body, carefully carved into the pattern of shackles and chains. No one really knows what her back is carved with, for she doesn't reveal it, and knows not herself.
Personality
-Outer: Usually very kind and open; helps when she can. Also loves to play pranks, as if she were no more then a child. Though, when madness sets in she is rude and vicious, taking in little consideration of others.
-Inner: Concerned and conscious. Turmoil haunts her and her madness mocks her often, banging against inner walls
-Strengths: Unarmed combat and knife fighting.
-Weaknesses: Insecure and doesn't always think before opening her mouth.
-Goals: Find her daughter, which was taken from her when she was younger. The conception wasn't of her wanting, but once her daughter was born, she loved it with every fiber of her being.
-Fears: Never finding her daughter and not being able to prevent people from hurting the few friends she has
-Other: Anger her, and you meet the feral side that howls as if she was a lycanthrope. Dances and is occasionally a bard.
Items:
Skills: