Post by The Rae on Dec 1, 2008 19:21:52 GMT -5
Name: Krystal Monroe
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Species: Anthro/Fox
Status: TAKEN (Sorry Boys.
) By- Shadow
Appearance: Uh... Since I am terrible at describing such things... Please look at picture. o o' It does it's justice.
Personality: Krystal is a very giddy, hyper-active teen. But, following that, she is very clumsy. I mean, VERY clumsy. Even if the path is clear, she always find some invisible something to trip over. Also, she can be very curious at times, and she often sticks her nose into places it doesn't belong. Which of course, leads to her ability to always find trouble, even in the most peaceful of places.
Abilities/Skills/Weapons: None (Yet?)
History: Krystal suffered a terrible childhood, filled with living alone most her life, and parents that locked her up and shunned her because of her "Oddities". Even as a baby, and needed her mother and father the most, she still was neglected.
Her parents were not "Rich" but more like "They had money". They loved their upper-class stature, and loathed at the thought of Krystal, their "Creature" of a daughter, would ruin their being part of such a wealthy society.
So, once she grew less dependent on them, they began to stow her away more. Locking her up in a small, windowless, dark room. In-fact, they even faked her death, so they wouldn't have to worry of people asking later on "Why, what ever happened to that Child of yours?".
At the age of eleven, Krystal grew fed up with her trapped, life, and broke free to the outside world. Where she has lived on her own, making a living on pick-pocketing (I skill she has mastered, so hold onto your wallets).
Other: Krystal holds numerous childish fears, that she just can't seem to overcome. The main of which being; The fear of the dark. The darkness always brings back memories of her early childhood. Where she was alone, trapped, Confused and scared as she stared into the dark void of the room in which she was held.
Theme Song: (Still trying to find one!
)
Role-play Sample:
(My Role-play skills have become a bit rusty! So I apologize if this turns out... not as good as my others)
Krystal walked along the town's streets, her deep brown eyes showing she was deep in thought. Her mind mostly circulated on Shadow, and the troubles that have been popping up in their relationship... Like of the last confrontation they had with Oliver, who now dubbed himself 'David', Thanks to her.
A sigh escaped from her lips.
She had originally hoped that she and Oliver would have been able to keep going on as friends. But, now when she thought of such things... It grew... More and more awkward. Especially after she learned of he and Starr, and their possibilities of being together. Why had such pangs of jealousy coursed through her? She was done with him... So why did such
This still puzzled her, even though the confrontation has been some days ago.
A sharp, icy gale whipped up around her, and she rubbed her arms for warmth. Her "Thinking Walks" would have to be cut shorter now that winter was beginning to start... She regarded the cold air with much abhorrence, so she spent as little time outside as she could during the winter.
With another sigh, she picked up her pace, headed who-knows-where... But hopefully somewhere that could help her get her head in order.
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Species: Anthro/Fox
Status: TAKEN (Sorry Boys.
) By- ShadowAppearance: Uh... Since I am terrible at describing such things... Please look at picture. o o' It does it's justice.
Personality: Krystal is a very giddy, hyper-active teen. But, following that, she is very clumsy. I mean, VERY clumsy. Even if the path is clear, she always find some invisible something to trip over. Also, she can be very curious at times, and she often sticks her nose into places it doesn't belong. Which of course, leads to her ability to always find trouble, even in the most peaceful of places.
Abilities/Skills/Weapons: None (Yet?)
History: Krystal suffered a terrible childhood, filled with living alone most her life, and parents that locked her up and shunned her because of her "Oddities". Even as a baby, and needed her mother and father the most, she still was neglected.
Her parents were not "Rich" but more like "They had money". They loved their upper-class stature, and loathed at the thought of Krystal, their "Creature" of a daughter, would ruin their being part of such a wealthy society.
So, once she grew less dependent on them, they began to stow her away more. Locking her up in a small, windowless, dark room. In-fact, they even faked her death, so they wouldn't have to worry of people asking later on "Why, what ever happened to that Child of yours?".
At the age of eleven, Krystal grew fed up with her trapped, life, and broke free to the outside world. Where she has lived on her own, making a living on pick-pocketing (I skill she has mastered, so hold onto your wallets).
Other: Krystal holds numerous childish fears, that she just can't seem to overcome. The main of which being; The fear of the dark. The darkness always brings back memories of her early childhood. Where she was alone, trapped, Confused and scared as she stared into the dark void of the room in which she was held.
Theme Song: (Still trying to find one!
)Role-play Sample:
(My Role-play skills have become a bit rusty! So I apologize if this turns out... not as good as my others)
Krystal walked along the town's streets, her deep brown eyes showing she was deep in thought. Her mind mostly circulated on Shadow, and the troubles that have been popping up in their relationship... Like of the last confrontation they had with Oliver, who now dubbed himself 'David', Thanks to her.
A sigh escaped from her lips.
She had originally hoped that she and Oliver would have been able to keep going on as friends. But, now when she thought of such things... It grew... More and more awkward. Especially after she learned of he and Starr, and their possibilities of being together. Why had such pangs of jealousy coursed through her? She was done with him... So why did such
This still puzzled her, even though the confrontation has been some days ago.
A sharp, icy gale whipped up around her, and she rubbed her arms for warmth. Her "Thinking Walks" would have to be cut shorter now that winter was beginning to start... She regarded the cold air with much abhorrence, so she spent as little time outside as she could during the winter.
With another sigh, she picked up her pace, headed who-knows-where... But hopefully somewhere that could help her get her head in order.
