Post by Wafflez on Sept 25, 2008 13:59:52 GMT -5
About the Creator;;
Name; Wafflez
Any other character; Edmy & Lumaria
About the Creation;
Name; Trinket
Age; 18
Home World; Twlight Town
Normal Looks; Trinket adorns herself in a black thigh length coat, leaving it open a majority of the time to expose the snowflake embroidered light blue tee underneath, and even further underneath that is a maze of scars down the teenagers' back. Her hair is rather spastic, a crisp white at the top trailing down into black then blue, thrown into a messy ponytail that reaches her shoulder blades. Under her right eye there lies three circle tattoos, dotting the length of her pure crystal eyes. She wears plain boot leg jeans, the bottom tailored to have various sea hued beads as trim. Her shoes vary from slightly heeled black boots, to simply dashing around bare foot.
Looks in...
Pride Land; A rather long lioness, with crisp white paws and a shady brown pelt.
Atlantica; Her hair gains a few Inches, and her fins have a large fan. Her tail is a clean white with black accents, her top of various blue hues.
Halloween Town; She sprouts furry ears, and also gains a short tail. Her clothes become rather ratty, and she can't help but to admire the full moon.
Clan Forest; Trinket turns into a silver she-cat with long cow-lick adorned fur. She really doesn't get the warrior code, and takes the characteristics of a rouge.
London; She becomes a small husky puppy, with a cropped tail and odd black markings around her paws.
Personality; Trinket tends to keep her thoughts to herself, but sometimes when she's spacing off her rude comments slip off the tongue. She's got issues with people in her personal space, along with the concept of new people, so she's rather slow on warming up to people. Once she claims someone her friend she starts to grow friendly though, relaxing enough to joke freely around with people, and gets attached a little to easily.
Background; Nothing major has clipped Trinket's life, other than her mom being submitted to the hospital, closing the shell even further over her head and making her slightly emotional when it comes to other female figures she comes across, seeing how her mind has a tendency to wander. Even though sometimes she can look it, she only has one track record on breaking and entering.
Weapon;
- Anything she can get her hands on at the time
Extra; Nothing I can think of >w<
Role play example;
"Gah. Dammit!" she rolled harshly off her lips, giving the near by trash can a sharp kick. She had frantically tried to get her ass over to clean white hospital room, clearly no good with directions, to find out that it was past visiting hours?!?
Trinket growled as she was shoved out of the hospital by a disgruntled doctor, and she gave him a sharp glare, wrapping her coat protectively around her. Her hair bounced as she ran, the multi-toned locks falling into a wide arch to frame her face as Trinket came to a stop. She dug the silver keys out of her pocket, shoving one of the fatter ones into the lock, and it swung easily open. The apartment was covered in a various amount of discarded items, and she hopped over them, sliding her coat off in the process. The teenage girl fell back into the couch, toeing her boots off silently, slowing working from tears to a solid sleep.
Name; Wafflez
Any other character; Edmy & Lumaria
About the Creation;
Name; Trinket
Age; 18
Home World; Twlight Town
Normal Looks; Trinket adorns herself in a black thigh length coat, leaving it open a majority of the time to expose the snowflake embroidered light blue tee underneath, and even further underneath that is a maze of scars down the teenagers' back. Her hair is rather spastic, a crisp white at the top trailing down into black then blue, thrown into a messy ponytail that reaches her shoulder blades. Under her right eye there lies three circle tattoos, dotting the length of her pure crystal eyes. She wears plain boot leg jeans, the bottom tailored to have various sea hued beads as trim. Her shoes vary from slightly heeled black boots, to simply dashing around bare foot.
Looks in...
Pride Land; A rather long lioness, with crisp white paws and a shady brown pelt.
Atlantica; Her hair gains a few Inches, and her fins have a large fan. Her tail is a clean white with black accents, her top of various blue hues.
Halloween Town; She sprouts furry ears, and also gains a short tail. Her clothes become rather ratty, and she can't help but to admire the full moon.
Clan Forest; Trinket turns into a silver she-cat with long cow-lick adorned fur. She really doesn't get the warrior code, and takes the characteristics of a rouge.
London; She becomes a small husky puppy, with a cropped tail and odd black markings around her paws.
Personality; Trinket tends to keep her thoughts to herself, but sometimes when she's spacing off her rude comments slip off the tongue. She's got issues with people in her personal space, along with the concept of new people, so she's rather slow on warming up to people. Once she claims someone her friend she starts to grow friendly though, relaxing enough to joke freely around with people, and gets attached a little to easily.
Background; Nothing major has clipped Trinket's life, other than her mom being submitted to the hospital, closing the shell even further over her head and making her slightly emotional when it comes to other female figures she comes across, seeing how her mind has a tendency to wander. Even though sometimes she can look it, she only has one track record on breaking and entering.
Weapon
- Anything she can get her hands on at the time
Extra; Nothing I can think of >w<
Role play example;
"Gah. Dammit!" she rolled harshly off her lips, giving the near by trash can a sharp kick. She had frantically tried to get her ass over to clean white hospital room, clearly no good with directions, to find out that it was past visiting hours?!?
Trinket growled as she was shoved out of the hospital by a disgruntled doctor, and she gave him a sharp glare, wrapping her coat protectively around her. Her hair bounced as she ran, the multi-toned locks falling into a wide arch to frame her face as Trinket came to a stop. She dug the silver keys out of her pocket, shoving one of the fatter ones into the lock, and it swung easily open. The apartment was covered in a various amount of discarded items, and she hopped over them, sliding her coat off in the process. The teenage girl fell back into the couch, toeing her boots off silently, slowing working from tears to a solid sleep.