Post by gahoolian on Dec 8, 2007 14:15:33 GMT -5
Name:: Yindira
Gender:: Female
Age:: 13 years old
Blood Type:: Vampiress
Appearance:: Pale white skin, but has a fair face and dark colored eyes. Is beautiful, but not very tall. She wears a hair bow in her hair almost every day, and is always a diffrent color. Wears a worn blue jacket all the time. Favorite colors are purple, maroon, red, gray, orange and blue. Has dark brown curly hair with dark red streaks.
Personality:: Has a dark outllok on the world. Belives she won't live to be 25. Thinks the worlds downfall is soon. She lives on her own, off the streets. She has the qualities of a leader, but can be timid sometimes and hates confrontations. Hangs out at the playground most of the time, at night. She hates sunlight, it hurts her eyes.
Rp Example:: Running quickly down the darkened alley way, Yindira chased down a stray cat. She hissed and spat curses as she ran, for she was savage with hunger. She jumped and barreled into the stray like a bullet. She bit into its neck and drank, feeling the wonderful taste of irony blood on her tounge.
Gender:: Female
Age:: 13 years old
Blood Type:: Vampiress
Appearance:: Pale white skin, but has a fair face and dark colored eyes. Is beautiful, but not very tall. She wears a hair bow in her hair almost every day, and is always a diffrent color. Wears a worn blue jacket all the time. Favorite colors are purple, maroon, red, gray, orange and blue. Has dark brown curly hair with dark red streaks.
Personality:: Has a dark outllok on the world. Belives she won't live to be 25. Thinks the worlds downfall is soon. She lives on her own, off the streets. She has the qualities of a leader, but can be timid sometimes and hates confrontations. Hangs out at the playground most of the time, at night. She hates sunlight, it hurts her eyes.
Rp Example:: Running quickly down the darkened alley way, Yindira chased down a stray cat. She hissed and spat curses as she ran, for she was savage with hunger. She jumped and barreled into the stray like a bullet. She bit into its neck and drank, feeling the wonderful taste of irony blood on her tounge.
