Post by Payne~Just Your Average Wolf ~ on May 16, 2009 11:32:05 GMT -7
u]General Information[/u]
Name: Payne
Nickname: Wolfy-chan, Tail-chan
Age: .-. old
Gender: female
Sexuality: sometimes straight..sometimes gay..
Race: Half wolf demon
Profession: theif; mercenary
Personality
One Word to Describe Your Character: ahem: No pun included, but a total bitch.
Likes:
Likes: • Being along
• Whoever pays her most to kill.
• Stealing; just to say she stole it and most likely just hide it somewhere.
Dislikes:
• People who touch her ears and tail
• People who cheat her from her end of the deal
• Royalty
Strengths: • Can work in a group or alone
• Once you’re her friend she’d take a bullet for you
• Extreme strategist
• Calm in near death experiences
• Doesn't back down from a challenge
Weaknesses: • Wants to be alone all her life
• Stubborn
• Very uptight and on edge...
• Her tail, although her tail helps her run it is also her weak point, pull on her tail with enough force, she can breakdown in tears
Side: : Neutral; whoever pays her more
Detailed Personality Description: Payne is a calm cool collected person. Although when she is assigned a job, she just becomes cold. She’ll kill anything from new born humans, to elder demons, if she is hired to. Oddly after ever kill she burns the body’s. Although when she is on a mission she does not talk. Unless she is spoken too, but that is how she always is.
Payne doesn’t go looking for trouble it finds her, and since she is too stubborn to back down, she’ll face anything. She enjoys quiet lone walks under the moon, or killing just out of boredom.
Appearance
Overall Description:
History Payne had grown up in a small island that bordered Japan, being a demon from there, her father being a mighty Demon lord. She was the youngest out of four litters that’s the youngest out of twenty four. Being the youngest she wasn’t paid attention too until her brothers and sisters were married and out of the palace. The only thing she knew she could do is fight. Her older brother and the only one that paid attention to her taught her that. Her father expected more then a warrior from his daughter, who had not married.
He had taken her to formal parties, formal marriages; and she had embarrassed him there, for standing up for the slaves when they were beat. Soon her father had kept her home while he left. She just sat in her room, since her mother had died in birth and a wolf demon’s love is forever.
On her fifteenth birthday, her father had been kind to her, since it was odd for him she wondered why. He was marrying her to the rivaling kingdom. Of course she had the king of the kingdom. So she refused to the point where she slapped her father, and there on out he beat her without any regret.
She was married when she was sixteen. And on the night of her wedding night, she left him killing him gruesomely. Then ran away from home. Although she was suppose to be a queen she took her life up as a mercenary/ thief.
Rp sample : Soft footsteps traveled back and forth, back and forth her soft face a frown on it. She wore all white and a veil that covered her beautiful golden eyes. She was angry, her ears to her head. She was to be married to night.
She tried taking each step down the aisle slowly, in hopes time would stop, or life would end. But it didn’t, her husband was named Rhean. He was standing there is wild red hair in front of his face. His blood red eyes staring her down, as if she was a piece of meat to a starved dog. Her eyes narrowed and she mouthed the word “I hate you.” To him. And he only grinned to her as if she was joking and with a sense of mocking he spoke words that made her blood boil. “I love you.” She didn’t remember the whole marriage all she remembered was the filths lips touching her and her whispering “you’ll die.”
The night was their honeymoon and she only glared at him, as he approached her lust in his eyes. She wouldn’t be his, she promised herself as she slapped him away, her claws scraping across his face, and he couldn’t fight. She thought but she was wrong, he had grabbed her kimono, the same kimono she wears to fight and ripped it, And that’s when she kneed him in the face. A very angered lord grabbed his claws and dug it into her shoulder, it going through it, popping the shoulder blade out of it’s socket.
She cried in pain and then her eyes suddenly shined red and she used her claws and shoved it in his shoulder, bringing it down, the skin ripping like paper to her mighty powers and she brought it down to his chest. As if he knew what she was going to do he smirked, “You’ll always be alone.” He said as if it was a curse as she grabbed his heart and pulled it out, his eyes going blank as he fell to the ground, She stared at his heart and crushed it in her grasp.
She left the palace via window, and she walked away from her kingdom. Rain cleaning the blood off of her, She didn’t care to change; she didn’t care for it at all. She had emotions where blank and her eyes where closed. No one knows for sure but people say, when it rains..she cries to hide the fact that she has emotion.
The Word? Floccinaucinihilipilification
Name: Payne
Nickname: Wolfy-chan, Tail-chan
Age: .-. old
Gender: female
Sexuality: sometimes straight..sometimes gay..
Race: Half wolf demon
Profession: theif; mercenary
Personality
One Word to Describe Your Character: ahem: No pun included, but a total bitch.
Likes:
Likes: • Being along
• Whoever pays her most to kill.
• Stealing; just to say she stole it and most likely just hide it somewhere.
Dislikes:
• People who touch her ears and tail
• People who cheat her from her end of the deal
• Royalty
Strengths: • Can work in a group or alone
• Once you’re her friend she’d take a bullet for you
• Extreme strategist
• Calm in near death experiences
• Doesn't back down from a challenge
Weaknesses: • Wants to be alone all her life
• Stubborn
• Very uptight and on edge...
• Her tail, although her tail helps her run it is also her weak point, pull on her tail with enough force, she can breakdown in tears
Side: : Neutral; whoever pays her more
Detailed Personality Description: Payne is a calm cool collected person. Although when she is assigned a job, she just becomes cold. She’ll kill anything from new born humans, to elder demons, if she is hired to. Oddly after ever kill she burns the body’s. Although when she is on a mission she does not talk. Unless she is spoken too, but that is how she always is.
Payne doesn’t go looking for trouble it finds her, and since she is too stubborn to back down, she’ll face anything. She enjoys quiet lone walks under the moon, or killing just out of boredom.
Appearance
Overall Description:
- Eye Color: golden
- Hair Color: pitch black
- Weight: 120 lbs
- Height:5’7 and a half(the half is her ears))
History Payne had grown up in a small island that bordered Japan, being a demon from there, her father being a mighty Demon lord. She was the youngest out of four litters that’s the youngest out of twenty four. Being the youngest she wasn’t paid attention too until her brothers and sisters were married and out of the palace. The only thing she knew she could do is fight. Her older brother and the only one that paid attention to her taught her that. Her father expected more then a warrior from his daughter, who had not married.
He had taken her to formal parties, formal marriages; and she had embarrassed him there, for standing up for the slaves when they were beat. Soon her father had kept her home while he left. She just sat in her room, since her mother had died in birth and a wolf demon’s love is forever.
On her fifteenth birthday, her father had been kind to her, since it was odd for him she wondered why. He was marrying her to the rivaling kingdom. Of course she had the king of the kingdom. So she refused to the point where she slapped her father, and there on out he beat her without any regret.
She was married when she was sixteen. And on the night of her wedding night, she left him killing him gruesomely. Then ran away from home. Although she was suppose to be a queen she took her life up as a mercenary/ thief.
Rp sample : Soft footsteps traveled back and forth, back and forth her soft face a frown on it. She wore all white and a veil that covered her beautiful golden eyes. She was angry, her ears to her head. She was to be married to night.
She tried taking each step down the aisle slowly, in hopes time would stop, or life would end. But it didn’t, her husband was named Rhean. He was standing there is wild red hair in front of his face. His blood red eyes staring her down, as if she was a piece of meat to a starved dog. Her eyes narrowed and she mouthed the word “I hate you.” To him. And he only grinned to her as if she was joking and with a sense of mocking he spoke words that made her blood boil. “I love you.” She didn’t remember the whole marriage all she remembered was the filths lips touching her and her whispering “you’ll die.”
The night was their honeymoon and she only glared at him, as he approached her lust in his eyes. She wouldn’t be his, she promised herself as she slapped him away, her claws scraping across his face, and he couldn’t fight. She thought but she was wrong, he had grabbed her kimono, the same kimono she wears to fight and ripped it, And that’s when she kneed him in the face. A very angered lord grabbed his claws and dug it into her shoulder, it going through it, popping the shoulder blade out of it’s socket.
She cried in pain and then her eyes suddenly shined red and she used her claws and shoved it in his shoulder, bringing it down, the skin ripping like paper to her mighty powers and she brought it down to his chest. As if he knew what she was going to do he smirked, “You’ll always be alone.” He said as if it was a curse as she grabbed his heart and pulled it out, his eyes going blank as he fell to the ground, She stared at his heart and crushed it in her grasp.
She left the palace via window, and she walked away from her kingdom. Rain cleaning the blood off of her, She didn’t care to change; she didn’t care for it at all. She had emotions where blank and her eyes where closed. No one knows for sure but people say, when it rains..she cries to hide the fact that she has emotion.
The Word? Floccinaucinihilipilification
