Post by ElliBleu on Aug 21, 2008 12:44:04 GMT -6
A Nobody OC from the Kingdom Hearts series
Name: Trynx
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Title: Chance's Folly
Personality: Very outgoing, though not of a terribly loud variety. She often seems distracted and airy because of her constant sifting through visions. Trynx is cool and calm, occasionally coming off as somewhat frigid around new company because of her distant manner. She neither seeks nor avoids friendship, and has quite the sense of humor when she gets to know someone. She adores those close to her, and enjoys nothing more than understanding company. Infinitely patient, and willing to help another if she values their friendship or they'll pay enough. Trynx rarely says anything beyond what is necessary to strangers, but will enthusiastically engage in conversation if she finds it intellectually stimulating.
Very much enjoys music and dancing, and rather likes wandering the library and gardens. A woman at heart, and adores jewelry, romance, and fancy dress. A bit materialistic, and a rather blatant romantic. She avidly keeps a journal of her daily experiences, and on occasion will ask a companion to double-check that the things she records have actually occurred.
She is prone to sporadic fits of 'freezing', apparently dead to the world while lost in the currents of Fate. Her memory can be a bit spotty, and she often has trouble remembering what occurred in reality and what she merely 'saw' occurring in an alternate timeline. Trnx very much dislikes talking about the could-be's and possible futures she sees, and becomes very reserved if questioned on the matter, believing that the very act of talking about a future event will alter it.
Appearance: link!
Average height, with a curvy, feminine frame. Pale skin, unmarred by scars or calluses. She has long, aqua hair kept secured in two loops to either side of her head, with the ends sticking up from her head beneath a large silver bell. Two long ribbons with silver charms at the ends hang from each loop. Large eyes of a darker aqua lend her a wide-eyed, innocent look. If able to choose her own dress, she often will attire herself in doll-like clothing of lolita dresses, ribbons, and layers.
-Due to recent events, Trynx no longer has physical eyesight, but rather 'sees' via her clairvoyance. Oftentimes the visual information this gives her is not synced with what is actually occurring, either several seconds ahead or behind reality.
Weapon(s): A ring blade. Pretty much a hula-hoop with a razor for the outer edge.
Element/Power: Chance (Luck, fortune, whatever you wanna call it). A somewhat useless element unless used with foresight. Interpretation of biorhythmic waves, various fortune-tellings, and foresight are used to anticipate a forthcoming battle, and certain curses or spells encased within tarot cards are activated, taking affect at the pre-determined time. Without sufficient advance preparation, different, weaker hexes may be used in the form of paper seals to subdue an opponents powers and luck. At times of great importance, she will often freeze, unable to act when Fate hangs too heavily or if a single act can have a dramatic impact.
History: Unknown
Please provide a brief RP sample:
Trynx froze with the page of her book half turned, eyes immediately taking on a haunted, haunting glaze. A small breath rattled from her throat as she emptied her lungs before her entire body froze.
The waters were cloudy with could-be's as the currents of time flowed around her. One small rivulet caught her interest, important enough to pull her from her body to this nonexistent plane.
Blood in the water.
A sharp twitch wracked her thin frame as she returned to herself, the book falling, forgotten, to the floor with a loud thud. With a fluid, easy grace Trynx moved to sit cross-legged on the floor, pulling a deck of intricately designed cards from the darkness.
Leaving them face down, she drew three from the tarot deck. She raised them to eye level, where they remained suspended in the air before her even after her long, pale fingers released them. The Pentacle, The Tome, and The Sphinx. With a nod of approval, she muttered the necessary mantras in a tongue that sounded strange even to her.
When the proper time arrived and she found herself spilling that blood into the tides of time, the pre-cast spells would aid her. A pentacle to act as the doorway to call the Sphinx, the Tome to give her the knowledge to answer it's riddle and so wield it's power.
Satisfied, she delicately plucked her book form the floor and settled down to continue reading. No use worrying about the upcoming battle yet.
Name: Trynx
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Title: Chance's Folly
Personality: Very outgoing, though not of a terribly loud variety. She often seems distracted and airy because of her constant sifting through visions. Trynx is cool and calm, occasionally coming off as somewhat frigid around new company because of her distant manner. She neither seeks nor avoids friendship, and has quite the sense of humor when she gets to know someone. She adores those close to her, and enjoys nothing more than understanding company. Infinitely patient, and willing to help another if she values their friendship or they'll pay enough. Trynx rarely says anything beyond what is necessary to strangers, but will enthusiastically engage in conversation if she finds it intellectually stimulating.
Very much enjoys music and dancing, and rather likes wandering the library and gardens. A woman at heart, and adores jewelry, romance, and fancy dress. A bit materialistic, and a rather blatant romantic. She avidly keeps a journal of her daily experiences, and on occasion will ask a companion to double-check that the things she records have actually occurred.
She is prone to sporadic fits of 'freezing', apparently dead to the world while lost in the currents of Fate. Her memory can be a bit spotty, and she often has trouble remembering what occurred in reality and what she merely 'saw' occurring in an alternate timeline. Trnx very much dislikes talking about the could-be's and possible futures she sees, and becomes very reserved if questioned on the matter, believing that the very act of talking about a future event will alter it.
Appearance: link!
Average height, with a curvy, feminine frame. Pale skin, unmarred by scars or calluses. She has long, aqua hair kept secured in two loops to either side of her head, with the ends sticking up from her head beneath a large silver bell. Two long ribbons with silver charms at the ends hang from each loop. Large eyes of a darker aqua lend her a wide-eyed, innocent look. If able to choose her own dress, she often will attire herself in doll-like clothing of lolita dresses, ribbons, and layers.
-Due to recent events, Trynx no longer has physical eyesight, but rather 'sees' via her clairvoyance. Oftentimes the visual information this gives her is not synced with what is actually occurring, either several seconds ahead or behind reality.
Weapon(s): A ring blade. Pretty much a hula-hoop with a razor for the outer edge.
Element/Power: Chance (Luck, fortune, whatever you wanna call it). A somewhat useless element unless used with foresight. Interpretation of biorhythmic waves, various fortune-tellings, and foresight are used to anticipate a forthcoming battle, and certain curses or spells encased within tarot cards are activated, taking affect at the pre-determined time. Without sufficient advance preparation, different, weaker hexes may be used in the form of paper seals to subdue an opponents powers and luck. At times of great importance, she will often freeze, unable to act when Fate hangs too heavily or if a single act can have a dramatic impact.
History: Unknown
Please provide a brief RP sample:
Trynx froze with the page of her book half turned, eyes immediately taking on a haunted, haunting glaze. A small breath rattled from her throat as she emptied her lungs before her entire body froze.
The waters were cloudy with could-be's as the currents of time flowed around her. One small rivulet caught her interest, important enough to pull her from her body to this nonexistent plane.
Blood in the water.
A sharp twitch wracked her thin frame as she returned to herself, the book falling, forgotten, to the floor with a loud thud. With a fluid, easy grace Trynx moved to sit cross-legged on the floor, pulling a deck of intricately designed cards from the darkness.
Leaving them face down, she drew three from the tarot deck. She raised them to eye level, where they remained suspended in the air before her even after her long, pale fingers released them. The Pentacle, The Tome, and The Sphinx. With a nod of approval, she muttered the necessary mantras in a tongue that sounded strange even to her.
When the proper time arrived and she found herself spilling that blood into the tides of time, the pre-cast spells would aid her. A pentacle to act as the doorway to call the Sphinx, the Tome to give her the knowledge to answer it's riddle and so wield it's power.
Satisfied, she delicately plucked her book form the floor and settled down to continue reading. No use worrying about the upcoming battle yet.