Post by Angel on Oct 1, 2011 10:24:33 GMT -6
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[/size]i am a question to the world
NOT AN ANSWER TO BE HEARD
[/size][/font]NOT AN ANSWER TO BE HEARD
Character Name: Angel[/size]
Gender: Female
Age: 120 (looks 16)
Alliance: (lawful, neutral, chaotic) (good, neutral, evil) Completly evil
Type: weapon, meister, witch, kishen (regarding weapon and witch, what type?)
Witch, arctic fox
Partner: none
and you see the things they never see
ALL YOU WANTED I COULD BE
[/size][/font]ALL YOU WANTED I COULD BE
Appearance:[/size]
Angel has long, white hair that flows down her back, and two fox ears poking out from the top. She has a luxurious arctic fox tail as well, that is strait and often sparkles in the winter sun or the cold full moon. Her eyes are a deep, stone gray that seem to stare into one's soul, and yet hold no emotion. When she is mischievous, she has a small grin on her face, and her eyes have a knowing sparkle to them. When she is angry, she scowls and looks very much like she wants to kill, and her claws come out of her fingers, looking like very sharp fingernails.
She is average height and skinny, like a fox. She usually wears white, due to her nature, and never wears red or black. She can sometimes be seen with a white cloak, an item of her trickery if she is sneaking around. Finally, she has a long blade that she uses in fighting, although against demon weapons, it is very ineffective.
they can't tell me who to be
'CAUSE I'M NOT WHAT THEY SEE
[/size][/font]'CAUSE I'M NOT WHAT THEY SEE
Personality:[/size]
Born first out of her family, Angel was always the one to be cold and cruel. She is silent and never usually speaks, unless she tells someone plans for trying to create mischief. She can be grim and cruel, and loves to steal. She is a thief by hart, and does not hesitate to steal from even the most dangerous people. She is usually fearless and loves to strike fear in others.
When she is afraid, she doesn't show it. She has a tendency to shove her deepest emotions, like fear, love, happiness, and sadness, behind an emotionless wall. Her true potential could be that she is a nice person at heart, but instead chooses not to be, and therefore is evil. Trickery is her specialty, and she does not care if her pranks get someone hurt, unless it is her. She despises her sister, Goldenfire, for being such a goody-goody.
Likes:
--Snow
--Ice cold nights
--A full moon
Dislikes:
--Fire
--non witches
l--fear
--strong emotions
Fears:
--Being cornered
--being trapped
--being hunted
Goals:
--Steal valuables, perhaps become richer than all
--cause chaos
--ruin lives with trickery
Strengths:
--Ice magic
--speed
--slyness
Weaknesses:
--Not as strong
--If cornered, can't fight well
--hand to hand combat
Quirks/Habits:
--Theivery
--Trickery
--Becoming stone cold
how can the world want me to change
THEY'RE THE ONES THAT STAY THE SAME
[/size][/font]THEY'RE THE ONES THAT STAY THE SAME
Family Members: Goldenfire (a good witch)[/size]
History:
Born first, she was treated like royalty. Her parents were neutral, never wanting to get into business that was not theirs. However, she met an evil witch once that taught her the joys of doing bad. Soon, her family became poor and she had to fight for survival, often times needing to steal But when the bad times ended, she did not stop there. She intended to keep stealing and lying; soon, it became a huge mess. She could not stop her vicious tendencies and soon got exiled by her own parents for stealing a very important family emblem. She walked away, returning a few decades later.
When she came back, she discovered that Goldenfire had been born. She despised her sister on sight, mainly because her parents adored her. Goldenfire had strived to be the good witch in the family and had rescued many animals from harm, making her parents go crazy with admiration for her. When Goldenfire got all of the attention, Angel finally left, again; she never returned, and ever since then has plotted to steal from various places, hoping to end her sister one day...
i want a moment to be real
WANNA TOUCH THINGS I DON'T FEEL
[/size][/font]WANNA TOUCH THINGS I DON'T FEEL
OOC Name: Kitsune, or Foxy[/size]
Age:
Member Title: Angel
Experience: Since a few years
Post Example:
The night was dark, and the moon was full. All seemed quiet, except for an occasional rustling of leaves. The soft breeze carried on, ruffling the hair of a certain fox witch. Angel twitched her fox ears, listening for noises. She was on the side of the academy, gazing in through a window. She listened to the noise, and hearing nothing, chuckled quietly to herself. Oh; this would be just too early. With soul protect in tact, she remembered to be weary of some who could detect it. Some teachers and students could see through soul protect, and she needed to make sure that she herself would not be seen. A witch in the academy was as good as dead. Slowly and carefully, she used her sharpened nails to pick the lock. Hearing a satisfying click, she grinned a,d opened it slowly, slipping inside.
She gazed around an empty classroom, set up like a Colosseum. She glanced around, seeing a desk and some papers, as well as sharp objects here and there with an occasional cage to keep an animal. Some test tubes lay on the desk, seemingly freshly used. Angel smirked; no one seemed to be here, unless she was being watched. Angel looked all around, stone cold eyes emotionless. The thieving witch lashed her tail and switched to searching mode mow, dropping her awareness of what was around her slightly and looking for something valuable. She darted up and down the aisles, looking for money or weaponry to take with her. Seeing none, she wondered whether or not to seen the classroom. With a sigh, she narrowed her eyes and made a decision, stepping out into the dark hallways of DWMA.
They were long, winding hallways, and Angel did not want to get lost. It seemed impossible; she would need to remember the route she took and backtrack. She had a small sack with her, empty, and she intended to fill it with stolen goods. She growled slightly, seeing this as a problem. The arctic of witch stood at the entrance of the classroom door, looking left and right, wondering which way to go. One way could lead to riches,m and one way could lead to certain death. Should she leave now? She lashed her tail, debating this. Thieves never gave up, even when things got very bad. That was why many of them ended up dead, for being too stubborn. but was there any real danger around? She at the moment didn't sense any, but that could be because her senses were focused outward, down the ends of the halls.
She dawdled at that spot, unsure what path to take. She could always go back into the classroom and search form more things. Those pointy objects looked good for cutting flesh, but she winced, slightly creeped out by them and not wanting to go near them. She had not seen any money, but she could be wrong. After all, she had not ransacked the place, and had kept it in perfect order. But by looking through things, they would know she had been here. With a glance into the classroom behind her, she lashed her tail, thinking hard about what in the world to do next.
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