Post by Shukujo Shi on Apr 25, 2006 18:49:14 GMT -5
Name: Azrealias Notsunaga
Nickname: Foxglove
Age: 16
Race: Human
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 124 lbs
Eyes: Crystal blue
Hair: Shoulder-length and choppy, chestnut brown
Skin: Pale peach
Outfit: Black long-sleeve belly shirt with baggy black sleeves; Worn blue skirt attributed with many random belts that don't match. She's got beaded ones, leather ones, braided ones...; Black thigh high stockings with runs and rips aplenty; Over-sized knee-high boots that are so stained and worn that you can't tell the original color, but now they're a sort of mottled blackish-brown; Heavy black robe with a hood. It's too big for her and drags on the ground. It doesn't help much that she's usually got it hanging down around her shoulders.; Long (and I mean long) dirty blue scarf wrapped around her neck; Blue beanie/bowler hat hat on her head
Occupation: Necromancer/Mage/Adventurer/Thief/Whatever she feels like at the moment
Weapon: Anything that catches her eye, but her normal weapon is a long and gnarled stick that she calls 'Jello-San' for some reason. She's also good with throwing weapons and things that smash and bash.
Pet: Miro, the talking cat. He won't tell anyone why he can talk, so don't ask.
Personality: Random, Kleptomaniacal, Indecisive, Childish, Deranged, Giggly
Likes: Sticks, Jell-o, the Undead, Monsters, Boys, Loud music, shiny things, candy, blood, gore, Chickens
Dislikes: Royalty, Serious people, cities, soldiers (they don't like her much either), adults
Brief History: Foxglove was born into a normal farming community as a normal child. For the first five years at least. After that, it was clear there was something wrong with her. Her parents tried in vain to "cure" her, but it didn't work. Eventually Foxglove got bored and ran off to become a, um... well, anyways, she ran off and somewhere along the way she learned how to raise the undead, which was a rather bad thing for anyone that pissed her off. She also ran into the talking black cat Miro, who now accompanies her in her journiesa to... somewhere.
Nickname: Foxglove
Age: 16
Race: Human
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 124 lbs
Eyes: Crystal blue
Hair: Shoulder-length and choppy, chestnut brown
Skin: Pale peach
Outfit: Black long-sleeve belly shirt with baggy black sleeves; Worn blue skirt attributed with many random belts that don't match. She's got beaded ones, leather ones, braided ones...; Black thigh high stockings with runs and rips aplenty; Over-sized knee-high boots that are so stained and worn that you can't tell the original color, but now they're a sort of mottled blackish-brown; Heavy black robe with a hood. It's too big for her and drags on the ground. It doesn't help much that she's usually got it hanging down around her shoulders.; Long (and I mean long) dirty blue scarf wrapped around her neck; Blue beanie/bowler hat hat on her head
Occupation: Necromancer/Mage/Adventurer/Thief/Whatever she feels like at the moment
Weapon: Anything that catches her eye, but her normal weapon is a long and gnarled stick that she calls 'Jello-San' for some reason. She's also good with throwing weapons and things that smash and bash.
Pet: Miro, the talking cat. He won't tell anyone why he can talk, so don't ask.
Personality: Random, Kleptomaniacal, Indecisive, Childish, Deranged, Giggly
Likes: Sticks, Jell-o, the Undead, Monsters, Boys, Loud music, shiny things, candy, blood, gore, Chickens
Dislikes: Royalty, Serious people, cities, soldiers (they don't like her much either), adults
Brief History: Foxglove was born into a normal farming community as a normal child. For the first five years at least. After that, it was clear there was something wrong with her. Her parents tried in vain to "cure" her, but it didn't work. Eventually Foxglove got bored and ran off to become a, um... well, anyways, she ran off and somewhere along the way she learned how to raise the undead, which was a rather bad thing for anyone that pissed her off. She also ran into the talking black cat Miro, who now accompanies her in her journiesa to... somewhere.