Post by T'zel on Mar 28, 2010 17:33:57 GMT -5
Full Name: T'zel Thaur
Age: 8 days old - looks about 11 years old.
Race: Suval
Powers: (Suval - can read minds)
Appearance: Patchwork skin, faded red-blond hair and deep blue eyes. Usually wearing rather tattered clothes, without shoes. Her body is covered all over with scars, between the patches of differently-colored skin.
Personality:
Something of a wild-child. T'zel is very curious, both about her own existence and that of others, and will examine nearly anything she notices. Because Suval suffer from short-term memory she isn't very smart - everything seems new to her.
Easily frightened, and will fly into a rage if cornered.
Job: Homeless Lunatic
RP Sample
She looked left. She looked right. She looked up, then down, then pulled her head back into the alleyway with a dumb look on her face. The sun was bright out there. It hurt her eyes. She'd been sticking her head out every few minutes to let them get used to it, and people were starting to stare, but she didn't seem to notice.
The girl's skin was funny-colored in places: it looked like it couldn't decide whether to be albino or sunburned, well-tanned or pale. Her hair was similar, some strange mix of red and white and most definitely filthy.
Sel' tugged at the sack-dress she was wearing and turned her head until the joints in her neck cracked, then bolted across the market toward the alley on the other side, snatching an apple as she went. She dodged around tables and legs and didn't stop until she was safely in alley-shadows again. People had trouble finding small people in alleys. There were places to hide. And rats. The women wouldn't chase her because of the rats. One crawled up her leg and she batted it away. They made good hiding, but they bit, sometimes. That hurt.
Sel' scratched her head and bit into the apple, peeking up from behind the pile of boards where she was hiding. She wasn't exactly sure why, but the men with the apples would get mad whenever she got hungry and ate one. Maybe it was because she didn't talk to them, but she hated talking. It was confusing.
She took another bite of the apple, stood up, and started walking down the alley. She'd seen kittens this way the other day. Maybe they liked apples.
Face Claim:
Zombie Loan || (Golem Girl)