Post by Amelia Windlock on Aug 21, 2010 14:14:33 GMT -5
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AMELIA WINDLOCK
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Identity Chart
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†Name: Amelia Windlock
†Age: 36
†Appearance Age: 18
†Race: Part Altmer Elf, Part Bosmer Elf
† Sexual Orientation Bisexual
†Gender: Female
†Birth Sign: The Tower
†Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde
†Eye Color: Neon Green
†Height: 5'4
†Weight: 118
†Skin Tone: Fair
†Appearance: Soft, lively features, very easy on the eyes. her ears are not pointed sharp, like some elves. She has long, thick eyelashes, and thin, fine eyebrows, and full, naturally pink lips. Her skin is soft and fair, and her nails are long and healthy. She is fit, but not extremely muscular, and has a very smooth body. Slightly more than ample breasts. Lean limbs and abdomen. Hair is jaw-length in the front, and reaches her hips in the back. She has some ragged bangs. All in all, very pretty, and delicate-looking.
†Guild: None so Far
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Taste
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†Likes:
Animals
Thieving
Sugary Treats
Welding
Combat
†Dislikes:
Taking care of flowers
Being tied down
Losing
Frogs/Slimy reptiles
Mosquitoes
†Fears:
Snakes
Spiders
Maggots
†Nervous Habits:
Talking Excessively
Playing with hair
Tapping fingers
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For The Record
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†Personality:
Usually very cheery, Amelia is good company. She likes to make people laugh, and is usually smiling. Her passion for welding usually means she gives homemade swords and daggers to her friends, and has an abundant supply of blades for herself.
When angry, Amelia tends to act like a child. She can be pouty and even throw a sort of tantrum. When furious, she can fight to the death to defend her, or her ally's honor.
When upset or sad, Amelia is usually seen with a sad smile, looking lost in thought. Not much can drag down her upbeat mood, but when something does, it's noticeable.
†Weapon(s):
Betelgeuse- A slim sword with a unique curve and blade to it. Similar to a Scimitar.
Lotus- A whip designed for combat.
†Power/s: Sneak -lvl1
†Weaknesses:
Delicious food
Electricity
Archery
People pickpocketing her.
Using a shield (she just can't do it)
†Talent/s:
Singing-When short on money, she'll sing for change on the streets
Pickpocketing-Her obsession.
†Mother:
Eleanor Windlock (dead)
†Father
Joseph Windlock (dead)
†Siblings:
None
†Pets:
A huge wolf the size of a horse named Rakket. Used for transportation (he can be ridden), protection, and company.
†History:
Has traveled all her life, being raised by random other elves in the forest, since her parents died. Rakket, as a pup, was given to her, and put under a spell to make him grow abnormally large. She learned to ride him when she was nine, and has since made a harness with her welding skills that's similar to a saddle. Nothing huge has happened much in her life, besides her parent's death. She travels from place to place, stealing for money.
†RP Sample:
Anima rode steadily through the trees, the demonic horse beneath her weaving with ease between tree trunks. His stride was long and smooth, and uncannily silent as his hooves, forked like a goat's, snatched at the ground. His rider, the young, lively looking girl, was perched delicately on his back, her body moving in the rhythm of his stride in perfect unity. Though she wore a gothic black dress, she was astride the demon, her legs locked steadily between the horse's muscular shoulders and lean abdomen. Both horse and rider had piercing, blazing red eyes that stabbed through the night's darkness, and silky, sleek black hair fluttered from both as well, though the animal's was shaven short, and the girl's was waving a good yard behind her.
After a few moments, Anima sat back, giving the horse's reins a gentle, subtle pull. The demon immediately slid to a stop, his hindquarters underneath him in a perfect halt. His neck arched, and he snorted steam into the cool fall air. Anima sat back further, resting a hand on his back. Ahead of her, the lights of a good-sized town flickered sleepily, though most windows were dark. A few dirty horses were tied outside, heads lowered halfway in sleep. The musky smell of the blood mixed with the other scents, like the dried sweat and mud, reached her shortly, and she smiled eerily. The moonlight caught a perfectly smooth, thorn-sharp fang as she grinned. She couldn't wait for the peaceful stillness to be shattered.
She smoothly dismounted, standing beside the horse. He snorted at her, nuzzling her hand. Anima absently reached up to rub his forehead, avoiding his horn. It was metallic chrome, thin like a blade, and curved back in a wicked display, it's sharp points catching the faint light. His dark grey fur was unbelievably soft for something so brutal as Anima scratched his nose. After a moment, she turned, and whistled softly. A second or two passed, and a sleek raven arched soundlessly from the trees to Anima's shoulder, cawing softly in her ear, and a large, black wolf trotted out from the shadows. He was half the size of the large horse beside her, with coarse, ebony fur and deep, blood red eyes. He came to a stop at her feet, looking up at her expectantly. Anima rubbed his ears, smiling. "Ready?" She said softly, her voice poisonous. The wolf returned her smile with an eerie, doggish grin of his own, before standing again, and loping off towards the town, soon followed by the girl at her own steady pace, and the raven, who swooped from her shoulder, perching lightly on the rooftops of the buildings.
