Post by Kizoku on Mar 24, 2010 18:41:52 GMT -5
Full Name: Kizoku Patch Jenning
Age: 19
Race: Demon - Announcer
Appearance:
Kizoku is about 5'4 and very slim. Her skin is a soft porcelain colour. Her blue eyes are silent and almost fearful. She walks with a high head, despite her eye patch. Her teeth seem almost perfect when she dares to part her thin lips into a smile. She's often found in dresses with her hair up in piggy tails.
Personality:
Kizoku is as she appears, very quite and with-drawn. She’s often found day dreaming or off in her own little world. She is always more then welcome to be around anyone and she usually is a very loving and caring person with a bubbly spirit, for that’s how she was raised. However, that is only the start of it all. Kizoku has Hypo-mania. This causes her little things to set her off, usually anything that is negative or in the way of her goal. Often times when she goes into a manic attack she digs her nails into her skin –unlike most Maniacs who yell and get angry – She gets extremely quite and her eyes change to a darker blue. Often times her episodes can’t be stopped and only stop after she’s lost all her energy and passed out, for this reason she doesn’t ever remember having them.
Very little seems to upset Kizoku, for almost everything she has grown used to, however, the mentioning of the scar on her left leg causes her to cry. On the opposite, Kizoku is usually overjoyed when given a stuffed toy or new fabric.
Job:
Seamstress
RP Sample
Kizoku sat silently at a table in the corner. Her long blond hair was up in pigtails as it often was, soft curls held their place as she softly took a sip of her hot coco. She wasn't much of a coffee person never really had been. Her gentle blue eyes watched the door curious to see what kind of person would find their way in this store.
Lightly she blew into the warm cup then took another sip before shifting in her seat. Her black flats silently tapped against the ground creating a soft scratching sound as they rubbed against her aqua blue tights. Her dress,reaching to just above her knees, was single layered white with a aqua trim and sleeveless. Around her neck sat a choker with a silver upside-down cross on it. Slowly her peach coloured hand brushed some of her bangs from her face. She was honestly feeling a little lonely, sure she'd grown up here, but she never really spent much time with anyone and she was only doing it now that she was alone...
She shifted her gaze, she shouldn't think of such horrid things especially in public. Carefully she took another sip and turned back to carefully start sketching a new dress design in her book. Hopefully today brightened up.
