Post by Mama Casey on Nov 18, 2010 1:38:29 GMT -5
[/b]
PlayBy: Unknown
Name: Antaie
Nickname(s): Anti, Tay
Alias: N/A
Age: 42,087
Appeared Age: Ten
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Protection. Courage.
Race: Gaurdian Angel.
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Hair Style: Long and wavy, ever loose.
Eye Color: Light blue-green, bordering on gray.
Height: 4'7"
Weight: Sixty pounds.
Build: Slender.
Scar(s): A reminder… A jagged slash above her left eye.
Birthmark(s): None
Tattoo(s): None
Piercing(s): None
Clothing: A knee-length, flowing, white dress is preferred. In a pinch, anything white will do. Her shoes are simple white boots.
General Appearance: Though Antaie is over 42,000 years, she appears as a young girl, around the age of ten. She is very pale, with long dirty-blonde hair that frames her face. She misses her wings- snow white and feathery. She stands at about 4'7". Though she is skinny almost to the point of being underweight, she is strong, with hard, wiry muscles.
Likes:
- The way the sky looks at dawn
- The smell of rain
- Wind in her face
Dislikes:
- Enclosed spaces
- Blood
- Crowds
Fears:
- The dark
- Failure
Talents:
- Sketching
- Running
- Violin
Flaws:
- Easily distracted
- Her temper flares up easily
- Very nervous when in a crowd
General Personality: She is very kind and sweet, one-on-one. In crowds, she is nervous, flighty. She is not easily swayed to one point of view or another, and is extremely loyal to those who bother to know her. Antaie is extremely quiet, long sentences causing great discomfort to her.
Items:
- A tiny silver, heart-shaped locket hangs from a slim silver chain around her neck.
- A white messenger bag.
Weapons:
[/li][li] Only her wit.
Abilities:
- Telepathy
- Telekinesis
- Healing
Weaknesses:
- She can't really fight; her ten-year-old form is relatively weak.
- Her Voices. (see 3 important things for more clarification.)
Father: None
Mother: None
Sibling(s): None
Pet(s): A white dove, christened Hope.
Friend(s): She has none.
Lover(s): The same.
Three Important Things About Your Character and/or Its Past:
- Long ago, she was happy, bright, and joyful. She would appear as a human and live a normal life. That all changed. A demon killed her charge one night, while she was out and about. The young girl was with her, but had wandered away. Antaie was unable to save the girl.
- She has been on Earth for around 100 years.
- She hears voices in her head.
History: I don't feel like writing one right now, but will add one later if I feel like it.
RP Sample: A round, yellow sun smiles down on a village and the surrounding fields. It is a perfect day, really. No clouds, gentle breeze. All except for one small detail…
Change focus. A small girl, slender in every definition of the word, streaks through the field, panting hard. Blood streams freely from a gash above her left eye, partially obscuring her vision. Her simple white dress is torn and dirty; her wavy blonde hair limply frames her pale face. Glancing over her shoulder, two large men come into her viewpoint. She pours on more speed at the sight of the ropes held in their large, meaty hands. ”Dear lord, help me now.” she prays quickly, under her breath.
The girl stumbles, falling flat on her face. Looking back, she sees her small, white-clad foot caught under the root of a tree that is not there. She pushes back to her feet with scraped, bloody palms, wincing at the dirt in the wounds. A fist closes over her slim arm.
She pulls sharply away, dashing off again, only to race into the waiting arms of the other thug.
He holds her small frame at arm’s length, smirking down at her. ”Well, well. Look who’s laughing now.” he sneers. The girl reels back and spits in his face. The thug’s companion reaches the two of them and tugs the girl’s hands behind her back, lashing her wrists together none-too-gently with a piece of rope. The first man slaps the girl across the face. The child screams bloody murder until a gag is tied roughly around her face. ”No escape this time, Antaie.” say the men in unison.
____________________________________
How Did You Find Us?: Camp Half Blood Online.
What Do We Call You?: Antaie. Or An.
How Long Have You Been RPing?: A bit over a year. [/blockquote]