Post by K.iriel on Oct 16, 2010 13:08:17 GMT -5
Aikia Knight
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Peppermint hint, cinnamon grin, where the line between insanity and sin?
I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins
[/size][/font][/color]Alias;; Aikia, Ai, Key
Gender;; Female
Age;; Seventeen
Birth Date;; August 12th
Birth Place;; Unknown
Sexuality;; Undisclosed
Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break
[/size][/font][/color]Personality;; With a tumble and a turn, she’s suddenly in front of you, different then she was a moment before. Going from light-hearted to serious and back again quickly, her mood changes depending upon what is needed of her. She rarely says things out loud until she is sure that she needs too, and she keeps her thoughts to herself. Her happiness is directly connected with the people she is with, when alone, she withdraws into herself.
A flair for the dramatic will course through her when among those she is comfortable with. As soon as she’s away from those she knows she is all business, no play. She never fails to do what is expected of her, even if her means are a bit unconventional. Her humor is rarely shown, though she always gets the joke.
Likes;; Ramune, chocolate, rain
Dislikes Cats, bugs, Pepsi-Cola
Strengths;; Remembering things, finding things, fighting, and running
Weakness;; Overly dramatic at times, rather violent at others, gets irritated easily, impatient
I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage
[/size][/font][/color]Position;; Mutant Agent
Weapons;; A fencing epee, with a rose hilt and wrapped in fabric
Powers;;
Tracking If she has something that belongs to or has been worn by someone, she can track where they have been incredibly well. It is not fail-proof, however, it has been known to confuse her if there are two people that share many traits
Flying Not true flying, she pushes off of an object such as a wall after a running start and gains more height than an average person would, as well as being able to cover more distance in this manner.[/size]
[size=4 Better be ready, hope that you feel the same
[/size][/font][/color]Family;; Unknown
History;; Her history is unknown up until the time that she first appeared as an agent. Since then she has managed to retrieve several escaped subjects, making a name for herself as a talented young agent. She has made no friends that anyone knows of.
All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus
[/size][/font][/color]What you go by: Kiriel or Kiri
Password;; *correct*[/i]
Role Play sample;; [excerpt taken from a story I wrote a few months ago]
The next day dawned clad in eggshell white. Rayen had been up for an hour before the sun, unable to fall back to sleep. The nightmare that had woken her had faded, but she could still remember some. A man with silver hair had offered a sword to her. She knew that if she accepted the sword, she would lose herself. But she would gain so much from it.
Rayen shook herself as she got out of bed. Nightmares could not hurt anyone, she told herself. She picked up her new uniform and looked at it. But what if nightmares could hurt you, she wondered. She pulled on the uniform and descended the stairs quickly, telling herself that she was not running from anything.
Kylie smiled as Rayen came into view. The uniform consisted of a dress, leggings or tights, and a jacket. The shoes someone wore were up to them. The dress had long sleeves and a pleated skirt that fell to the middle of the thighs. It had a high collar, which was black, along with the cuffs. The rest of the dress was a dark grey. The jacket was an old-fashioned pea coat made of heavier dark grey fabric. Rayen was wearing black ribbed stockings and dark grey ballet shoes, bought just for this purpose. Her hair was back in a braid.
“You look beautiful, Rayen,” Kylie told her. “You have nothing to worry about. I’m sure that everyone else will like you. Now eat something. It’s a three hour ride.”
Rayen shot her mother a poisonous glance, but managed to choke down some cereal. All too soon the bus that would take her to school was pulling into the driveway and it was time to go. Her mother kissed her goodbye as she put her backpack on and picked up her suitcase. The walk to the bus felt like what she would imagine a walk to the gallows to be like.
