Post by olixcharismatic on Jun 28, 2007 22:27:02 GMT
Character Bio:
Name: Oli Souther
Age: 16
Eye Color: amber
Hair: dark brown, in a short ponytail
Appearance: slender, but good fighter, sad face, 5 4', shy smile, light lips, tan, blue shorts under a purple sash, purple bikini top, black boots with small heels, sash on her arms that is purple
Weapon: fists and three knives that is held between her fingers
Personality: distant, sometimes scary, firey, can't trust people, kind of a loner
History: transported from the real world, doesn't know how she got there and is ill because of it. travels through Bevelle in search of answers only to find more questions and a very charming praetor.
RP START
Swirls of lights, purple blue green, dancing above my head. Where... where am I? I rub my head and groan, sitting up. That's gonna be a major headache, I think. I look around, squinting my eyes and dropping my knives to the hard ground below. "M-My gawsh... I am... I'm not at home anymore!" I scream as I fall back to my bottom. "This... this is crazy." Looking at the scape I figure that I am in a realm of FF? OK, I know that I haven't been taking anything, so this must be real. But... how? I grab my weapon and put them in the sheath. "I might as well try to find who brought me her," I say in thought.
I begin to walk towards the town in front of me. The moon lumes over me and the wind blows through my hair as I continue to walk. Upon coming to the town, I see a large building, a castle? The architecture is astonishing. No one is in the town entrance, so I hurry in.
"I hope they don't mind visitors," I say to myself. I approach the large doors and am stopped by two gaurds. "Who are you?" They ask. "I am Oli... I am lost," I state. "The Praetor has no time for such nonsense," one says. To my suprise the door opens from inside. A dashingly attractive man about 20 or so stands in the door frame.
Name: Oli Souther
Age: 16
Eye Color: amber
Hair: dark brown, in a short ponytail
Appearance: slender, but good fighter, sad face, 5 4', shy smile, light lips, tan, blue shorts under a purple sash, purple bikini top, black boots with small heels, sash on her arms that is purple
Weapon: fists and three knives that is held between her fingers
Personality: distant, sometimes scary, firey, can't trust people, kind of a loner
History: transported from the real world, doesn't know how she got there and is ill because of it. travels through Bevelle in search of answers only to find more questions and a very charming praetor.
RP START
Swirls of lights, purple blue green, dancing above my head. Where... where am I? I rub my head and groan, sitting up. That's gonna be a major headache, I think. I look around, squinting my eyes and dropping my knives to the hard ground below. "M-My gawsh... I am... I'm not at home anymore!" I scream as I fall back to my bottom. "This... this is crazy." Looking at the scape I figure that I am in a realm of FF? OK, I know that I haven't been taking anything, so this must be real. But... how? I grab my weapon and put them in the sheath. "I might as well try to find who brought me her," I say in thought.
I begin to walk towards the town in front of me. The moon lumes over me and the wind blows through my hair as I continue to walk. Upon coming to the town, I see a large building, a castle? The architecture is astonishing. No one is in the town entrance, so I hurry in.
"I hope they don't mind visitors," I say to myself. I approach the large doors and am stopped by two gaurds. "Who are you?" They ask. "I am Oli... I am lost," I state. "The Praetor has no time for such nonsense," one says. To my suprise the door opens from inside. A dashingly attractive man about 20 or so stands in the door frame.