Post by Mint on Jan 17, 2010 16:51:20 GMT -8
Works out nicely for how I designed him. =3 Umm... Feel free to ask any questions, not sure why you would but who knows! ~Adelle
Name: Mint, do I have a last name? Why does it matter hmm?
Gender: Male. Just don't even comment about it.
Age: 198. If I look younger who cares?
Birthday: On January 15th at 12:19pm exact. Yes I know the exact time.
Species: Fae. I'm a muse, amusing to you?
Affinity: Battle Magic. What? I'm not a wimp like I appear to be.
Abilities: Weapon Finesse, that is all for now.
Artifact: I have chakrams. What? You don't know what those are, do you? Well they are flat disks that I can throw like a frisbee but they have the outer edge spiked. In the center I can grab hold of them. For some reason whenever I have them around more people seemed attracted to me. Quite creepy. I don't really know why either. (Adelle- I'll explain here. Natural Beauty effect from bardic magic. I just thought this would be oh so amusing....)
Role: Assassin. What?! Are you going to question this too? T_T
Alignment: Whatever I feel like. I'm an assassin, whoever hires me is who I'm loyal to for a short time.
Appearance: Delicate look in all ways. Quite the opposite of how I really am. Quite a girlie appearance I suppose. Long eyelashes which are thick. Dark purple, can barely tell it from gray, color of eyes. Silky dusk black hair that covers part of my face with long bangs. Three ring piercings on my left ear. Petite nose, high cheekbones. The styles I like depend on my mood. If I'm pissed I will most likely be wearing things that stick out and are meant for battles. If I'm in a sad mood I'll most likely be wearing a dark colored cloak to conceal myself. In a good mood I wear whatever the heck I want. My eyes will flare into a black flame if I'm upset or pissed off, just a warning.
Personality: I love to practice my archery and battle skills. Dislike looking like a girl and being called one a bunch of times. Pretty care-free. The forest is the best place to be at any time of day, or night. Dislike being in towns or cities, makes me rather uncomfortable, and I'm always hit on by guys for looking like a girl. You can imagine how pissed off I get. Mention my gender and you probably will wish you hadn't. I've done things you probably wouldn't expect. I'm pretty normal except for the whole girlie thing. I do respect and uphold others if they make a mistake, but only if they try to fix it. Respect from me is rather hard to get but also easy. Let's just say this. I love to kill, but don't actually tell or show it to anyone. Blood just makes me feel so great too.
History: My siblings tormented me as a child and dressed me up in dresses. Not just those normal civilian dresses either. The frilly puffy ones. I did not appreciate it really, nor will I ever. They were all girls except my one brother. I have about three siblings in all. Those siblings of mine have all grown up. One of them is now a member of the high council, another is a florist, and my brother is now a blacksmith. I myself am the youngest of my siblings, so I was left with our parents the longest. I eventually left them, as I couldn't stand them always bickering about what would become of me. That's really how my life started out. Not much.
Although sometime after that I was in a small town that I was passing through and then the whole being held hostage for a whole year. Which I can only explain as dull and pointless. I don't really quite understand why I was taken. It had something to do with my love of weapons I think. I'll never understand the purpose of it. Though I must say I definitely don't plan on ever getting captured, in fact I'd rather kill them all before that would ever happen.
Oh? Are you wondering how in the world I became an assassin? Simple really. I hated some people for always hitting on me I managed to get them alone and then bam. Dead! It felt great to feel the blood in my hands. Of course then I had to make it seem like I didn't do it and all that stuff. Real easy. So since my first kill I've gotten real good at it. No one ever suspects me, I get money for those who need someone dead, people die, I get to feel the smooth metallic blood in my hands, so on. Remember though, I'm tough to get a hold of.
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A fresh scent of sweet blood filled the air. An icy feeling running through my bones, skin crawling. The place had no lights, no moon, no stars, no clouds, no color, pitch black. A shiver ran down my spine as a cool wind disrupted the silence. Each minute took longer than it should. The blood in my mouth tasted like metal which had been rusted for too long. The silence soon enough faded as a I began to sob. A treacherous deed has been committed. I was petrified as to what I had done. Speaking the words as followed. “This should not have happened. Not this way. Not ever....” My darkened eyes surveyed the dark house, no one was around. This lack of understanding, the coldness inside me. I felt a shortage of warmth between my unfriendly decision. My knees buckled under me and I fell. Hands now on the floor, head looking at the soft wood beneath me. A tear streamed down my smooth cheek to fall onto the floor. The sound echoing through the room. “How could I have done this?” My thoughts just couldn’t comprehend it. Was it even possible that I had done this? I turned from the puddle of blood underneath my hands. Eyes now closed with a flow of tears coming forth. To my horror this had happened, and I had just become a murderer. Not to someone random, but to a dear friend. My dear friend that I would have gone out of my way to save before. This friend was unlike any other. She believed in me for who I was. I felt so at ease around her, a comforting feeling that made my heart leap. Now she was gone and I’m the one to blame. The one person who never ridiculed me for a mere appearance. I’ll never see her smiling face or feel her smooth hand on the side of my face again. “How could this have happened to her?” My words so shaky and barren. My life now turned for something no one would have suspected.
((This is Mint and one of his mistakes in life in which he will regret everyday for the rest of his life.))
Name: Mint, do I have a last name? Why does it matter hmm?
Gender: Male. Just don't even comment about it.
Age: 198. If I look younger who cares?
Birthday: On January 15th at 12:19pm exact. Yes I know the exact time.
Species: Fae. I'm a muse, amusing to you?
Affinity: Battle Magic. What? I'm not a wimp like I appear to be.
Abilities: Weapon Finesse, that is all for now.
Artifact: I have chakrams. What? You don't know what those are, do you? Well they are flat disks that I can throw like a frisbee but they have the outer edge spiked. In the center I can grab hold of them. For some reason whenever I have them around more people seemed attracted to me. Quite creepy. I don't really know why either. (Adelle- I'll explain here. Natural Beauty effect from bardic magic. I just thought this would be oh so amusing....)
Role: Assassin. What?! Are you going to question this too? T_T
Alignment: Whatever I feel like. I'm an assassin, whoever hires me is who I'm loyal to for a short time.
Appearance: Delicate look in all ways. Quite the opposite of how I really am. Quite a girlie appearance I suppose. Long eyelashes which are thick. Dark purple, can barely tell it from gray, color of eyes. Silky dusk black hair that covers part of my face with long bangs. Three ring piercings on my left ear. Petite nose, high cheekbones. The styles I like depend on my mood. If I'm pissed I will most likely be wearing things that stick out and are meant for battles. If I'm in a sad mood I'll most likely be wearing a dark colored cloak to conceal myself. In a good mood I wear whatever the heck I want. My eyes will flare into a black flame if I'm upset or pissed off, just a warning.
Personality: I love to practice my archery and battle skills. Dislike looking like a girl and being called one a bunch of times. Pretty care-free. The forest is the best place to be at any time of day, or night. Dislike being in towns or cities, makes me rather uncomfortable, and I'm always hit on by guys for looking like a girl. You can imagine how pissed off I get. Mention my gender and you probably will wish you hadn't. I've done things you probably wouldn't expect. I'm pretty normal except for the whole girlie thing. I do respect and uphold others if they make a mistake, but only if they try to fix it. Respect from me is rather hard to get but also easy. Let's just say this. I love to kill, but don't actually tell or show it to anyone. Blood just makes me feel so great too.
History: My siblings tormented me as a child and dressed me up in dresses. Not just those normal civilian dresses either. The frilly puffy ones. I did not appreciate it really, nor will I ever. They were all girls except my one brother. I have about three siblings in all. Those siblings of mine have all grown up. One of them is now a member of the high council, another is a florist, and my brother is now a blacksmith. I myself am the youngest of my siblings, so I was left with our parents the longest. I eventually left them, as I couldn't stand them always bickering about what would become of me. That's really how my life started out. Not much.
Although sometime after that I was in a small town that I was passing through and then the whole being held hostage for a whole year. Which I can only explain as dull and pointless. I don't really quite understand why I was taken. It had something to do with my love of weapons I think. I'll never understand the purpose of it. Though I must say I definitely don't plan on ever getting captured, in fact I'd rather kill them all before that would ever happen.
Oh? Are you wondering how in the world I became an assassin? Simple really. I hated some people for always hitting on me I managed to get them alone and then bam. Dead! It felt great to feel the blood in my hands. Of course then I had to make it seem like I didn't do it and all that stuff. Real easy. So since my first kill I've gotten real good at it. No one ever suspects me, I get money for those who need someone dead, people die, I get to feel the smooth metallic blood in my hands, so on. Remember though, I'm tough to get a hold of.
-----
A fresh scent of sweet blood filled the air. An icy feeling running through my bones, skin crawling. The place had no lights, no moon, no stars, no clouds, no color, pitch black. A shiver ran down my spine as a cool wind disrupted the silence. Each minute took longer than it should. The blood in my mouth tasted like metal which had been rusted for too long. The silence soon enough faded as a I began to sob. A treacherous deed has been committed. I was petrified as to what I had done. Speaking the words as followed. “This should not have happened. Not this way. Not ever....” My darkened eyes surveyed the dark house, no one was around. This lack of understanding, the coldness inside me. I felt a shortage of warmth between my unfriendly decision. My knees buckled under me and I fell. Hands now on the floor, head looking at the soft wood beneath me. A tear streamed down my smooth cheek to fall onto the floor. The sound echoing through the room. “How could I have done this?” My thoughts just couldn’t comprehend it. Was it even possible that I had done this? I turned from the puddle of blood underneath my hands. Eyes now closed with a flow of tears coming forth. To my horror this had happened, and I had just become a murderer. Not to someone random, but to a dear friend. My dear friend that I would have gone out of my way to save before. This friend was unlike any other. She believed in me for who I was. I felt so at ease around her, a comforting feeling that made my heart leap. Now she was gone and I’m the one to blame. The one person who never ridiculed me for a mere appearance. I’ll never see her smiling face or feel her smooth hand on the side of my face again. “How could this have happened to her?” My words so shaky and barren. My life now turned for something no one would have suspected.
((This is Mint and one of his mistakes in life in which he will regret everyday for the rest of his life.))