Post by Elaina Waters on Mar 11, 2009 11:42:33 GMT
Elaina Waters
Name:Elaina Waters
Gender:Female
Birthday:13/3
Age:15 human years
Human Arts (Singing, acting etc):playing instruments
Element (Fire, Wind, Water or Earth):water
Year (freshman,junior etc):freshman
Physical Characteristics
Height (In comparison to a Daisy):slightly taller than the average daisy
Eyes:hazel
Hair:dark
Build:skinny
Wing Colour:green
General Appearance:tall with an unusual beauty
Special powers: (melting, freezing things)
Other (anything else you want to mention)
Personality
Likes:reading
Dislikes:snobs
Fears:the unknown
Flaws:shy
Hobbies:wingless watching
Personality:shy but sweet
Background
Family:
Mother:deceased
Father:Kensuke Waters
Brother(s):none
Sister(s):none
History: My mother came from a wealthy background, but my father was very poor. When she died it was made very clear that he would not inherit any of her fortune and neither would I as long as I was living under my fathers roof. My father was finding it hard to live without the luxuries that my mother brought into the so we moved in with his friend among the wingless. My father then began to work for this dying wingless. When she saw us she thought delusion was an effect of her medication and so did everyone she talked to about us, so we were in no danger. My dad found food and shelter under her roof. But then she died leaving my father and me to fend for ourselves again. My aunt on my mothers side thought it was no place for a young girl amongst the wingless and decided that i should move in with her and start school in fantasy high school.
General Information
Name:Marie-Claire
RP Experience:
Where did you find us?:Shannon told me
Other characters (if you have):none
Other:
Role play Sample (1-3 paragraphs):
I heard the killers call my name.
They were on the other side of the wall,and less than an inch of plaster and wood separated us. Their voices were cold, hard and determined.
"She's here ... We know she's here somewhere ... Find her- Find Immaculee."
There were many voices, many killers. I could see them in my mind:my former friends and neighbors, who had always greeted me with love and kindness, moving through the house carrying spears and machetes and calling my name.
"I have killed 399cockroaches,"said one of the killers."Immaculee will make 400.Its a good number to kill."
I cowered in the corner of our tiny secret bathroom without moving a muscle. Like the seven other women hiding for their lives with me, I held my breath so that the killers wouldn't hear me breathing.
Their voices clawed at my flesh. I felt as I were lying on a bed of burning coals, like I'd been set on fire. A sweeping wind of pain engulfed my body;a thousand invisible needles ripped into me. I never dreamed that fear could cause such agonizing physical anguish.
I tried to swallow, but my throat closed up. my mouth was drier than sand. I closed my eyes and tried to make myself disappear, but their voices grew louder. I knew that they would show no mercy, and my mind echoed with th one thought:If they catch me, they will kill me. If they catch me, they will kill me. If they catch me, they will kill me. . .
