Post by Angelika Bolvagure on Jan 5, 2008 23:48:01 GMT
Dig out your true colors:
What we can call you:Laura
Age:18
How long have you been Roleplaying for?Oh god... 4 years, on and off?
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PM and/or MSNWhat we can call you:Laura
Age:18
How long have you been Roleplaying for?Oh god... 4 years, on and off?
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I say, look at those ears:
Full Name:Angelika Bolvagure
Nicknames:The Cursed one, The Trapper
Age:Mid Twenties, actual age is unknown even to her.
Gender:Female
Type:Original
Race: Human
Status: Exiled
Likes: [5+]
Calmness
Practicality
To be alone
The Forest
Combat
The Highest Bidder
Dislikes: [5+]
Humans
Company
Nobility
'Faffing around'
Cuteness
Fears: [3+]
Falling in love
Returning Home
Failing People
Hair:Brown
Eyes:Brown
Height:5'9
Weight:9 and a half stone
Other: A long thin scar from below her left ear to her colour bone.
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Brief Personality:There is one way to describe Angelika and that is wild. Angelikas heart used to be soft and kind, warm. But since being turned against, she has turned cold. Not unkind, but unable to warm up to people. Once upon a time she was happy... this is her now...
Cold and harsh, Angelika is a woman of limited words. Preferring the company of herself, and the forest, Angelika has little and prefers little contact with others around her. Those who do dealings with her find her cool and hard to get to know. However there are some, very few who have some how gotten past the shell and have gotten to know her find her level headed, practical and hating fus.
Brief History: Once upon a time, in a land not so far away and yet closer then we care to realise, a young girl was born. She was loved by her mother and her father, and even her younger brother (despite there differences) loved her. They were poor, living on the edge of the forest, her father a woodsmen, her mother cooked pies and her and her brother lived and learned. They where content.
That was until the winter of the girls nineteenth birthday, when the snow fell and the winds howled, and one day her father didn't come home... And very soon, the plague came to the village. Her mother and her brother being the first to die, the girl was labelled cursed and exiled from the village.
For many moons the girl fled until she came to a forest, twisted and beautiful. It was as dark as the deepest night, and as stunning as the twinkling stars. So she entered the forest and marvelled at its wonders as she came to find her self in a forest that was as wild and as untameable as her heart became after being exhaled.
Roleplay Sample: Rain. It poured in heavy drops, causing the muddy ground to splash around the horses hooves, making the white fir look more great. Angelika's breath came in short sharp gasps as she gripped the horse with her knees, trying to stay balanced as she tried to keep view of the would that raced ahead of them.
Suddenly the horsed whinnied and Angelika looked up at the ridge, How had the cursed creature doubled back that fast? These thoughts where in vain as she dived of the horse, just as the wolf jumped for her.
She hit the muddy ground hard and rolled over, sitting up. The long hunting knife was instantly drawn and held in a defensive position as she crouched, looking around wildly for the wolf. She could smell the creatures wet coat from where she was and wiped the sweat from her brow as she turned again.
Suddenly there was a growl from behind her and she turned sharply, making a small sound in her throat as she looked up at the wolf as it lunged towards her...
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