Post by Beatrice "Braids" Trix on May 17, 2014 10:47:34 GMT -7
Beatrice "Braids" Trix
Beatrice Trix Twenty-Two Nefarious Braids Conflict Impmon / Tsukaimon / Keramon FACE CLAIM: Jinx ANIMANGA: League of Legends GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 130 lbs APPEARANCE Lanky and long legged, Braids stands above most of her sex. Some might think she has a weight problem because she's not very developed for someone of her age, sporting an almost boyish frame. Her thin waist is bordered but a small chest and slightly curved hips. Never a fan of clothing that properly clothed herself in the general public, Braids prefers to wear short shorts and bikini shirts, usually in black or bright colors. She possess little rhythm of reason when it comes to dressing herself. Pink legging cover her entire right leg while her left remains naked. Her shoes are cut off custom laced combat boots that come up to her shins and fold down like petals over her toes. She wears a vast amount of belts, for no real reason other than to satisfy some narcissistic urge to decorate her frame. One lies just below her bust, another around her waist, and two around her left shoulder, bullets weaved between the leather. Above her slender neck lies a narrow, feminine face. Instead of using her prescription lenses, she uses pink contact lenses which she wears over her green eyes, and has dyed her hair blue (quite on a whim), which hangs below her backside and is kept up in two distinguishable braids from which she gets her namesake. Her skin, naturally pale, burns easily in the sunlight. Depicting her whimsical side, the entire right side of her body is covered in light pinkish purple tattoos of Chinese style clouds from her right shoulder down to her thighs. Between the cloud tattoos are tattoos of rifle round bullets, similar to those she carries within her belts and buckles over her body. Her last defining feature is the necklace wrapped around her neck that hangs loosely just below her chest; a simple leather thread ending in a rifle round bullet. LIKES
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HISTORY -Orphaned at a year old -Jumped around through various fosters -expressed almost uncontrollable behavioral problems at a young age -tried excessive medication and counseling -sent to all female boarding school -kicked out for excessive aggressive and destructive tendencies -after being denied at a job interview, committed arson on the building -sent to jail -got bailed out by unknown source -told to come to tokyo from america via unusual electronic message -excited, followed the instruction and took her first steps in Japan MEMBER NAME: Cherry-B, represent! AGE: 21 OTHER CHARACTERS: None. Yet. c: ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Here goes! His gaze fell, lowering to her level, a strand of unshackled ruddy locks falling between the bridge of his nose and the glinting orbs in his sockets, narrowed almost mockingly in her direction as he contemplated what to do with her. Definitely couldn't dispose of her in public and his estate was far off, a large unbridged gap in which he'd have to masterfully distract her attention away from his questionable intentions. He paused, a curious gleam pestering his gaze from its intimidation, hands frozen with the sound of her voice. She continued to let her airy voice drift into his eardrums, coldly transfixed at that nonsense she sprouted at the declaration of choice, willingly neglecting drink, but did it hold any truth? To Opium, not accepting alcohol in your system was a sin, not heartless murder. Drink was almost as important as sex, which in turn, was almost as important as medication, drugs and their hauntingly euphoric products included. His jaws dispelled a wavering laugh, rising into a musical hiss as the note dragged on. “ 'Do not drink'?” His voice reached out, caressing a playful note as he continued, eyes wavering to her glass and allowed the contents of the liquid to spill across the rim, sway inside the cup before filling out, the level of the wine settling about halfway in the transparent flagon. “Now that is a shame. And what can I say...I'm full of surprises.” Hissing through his teeth pleasantly, he tilted the bottle to his lips, a trail of liquid fire trailing down his throat as he downed a gulp, licking his lips as he flashed her a semi suggestive glare, narrowed accordingly as his 'charms' wafted off his reclined form as he regarded her coolly. Whether or not she humored him by taking a hesitant sip of her own, his gaze rolled down his nose, landing upon his hand as he flicked away a stray fuzz off his coat, the top two clasps unfastened and allowing the curves of his collarbone to show. Absently, he spoke once more, his lips parted a fraction of an inch, not paying hr much attention now, wanting to reel her interest in with indifference. See if that card would work on her, but she was a smart girl, she'd figure it out one way or another. Guess with all the liquor, he was growing increasingly fond of his wittiness, word games his specialty of the day. Ha. Restaurant puns. There was something quirky about his facade as he deliberately played along, metaphorically stringing her along for the ride. “Guess you wouldn't believe me if I said I came here just for the hell of it, would you?” An exasperated sigh escaped his lips, the sound mimicking a pipe leak as he rolled his dark glazed eyes. “Fine. I've come for a little...inspiration.” |
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