Post by ZEi on Nov 14, 2010 10:02:30 GMT -5
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| [atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/10f3sic.jpg] FULL NAME : My name's nothing but the fuckin' best - full name's Kiaraha Eull baby . NICKNAMES : Despite my loving for my name, you better just call me Kiar, or Kiara . If you're close, I might just let you come up with a nickname for me - but don't fuckin' push it . AGE : Three years young! GENDER : Femme, a’course~ PACK : None other than the fuckin’ best, bitch – Ordian, baby ! RANK : I'm the best of the best, bitch ! I'm nothing other than a wicked Wyvernslayer ! Of course, I used to be a Basiliskslayer, but, I moved up ~ SEXUALITY : Whose fuckin’ business is it of yours anyways ? Well, if you really gotta know – I believe love comes in all forms, so yeah, I’m a tentative bisexual . That doesn’t fuckin’ mean I go around, hittin’ on chicks, or fallin’ in love with any girl out there – I'm still fuckin' pure, and feeling this way don't make me dirty ! It also don’t limit me to the chicks only – I can fuckin’ fall in love with a brute just as easily as a femme, prolly more easily . EYE COLOR : Her eyes are deep, and seem to radiate a warm and beautiful gold, that matches well enough to the markings that streak across her body. NATURAL POWERS : Electricity aids Kiara - though she is not the most skilled, she certainly can pack some punch . STORE-BOUGHT POWERS : None . SCENT : Smell . . . Smelling bad must put those unfortunate wolves in a fuckin’ pickle . Luckily, Kiara is very content with her smell, the fragrance that wafts from a musty pelt . Of all things, she would like to think she smells of rain, mold, and quite possibly mulch . VOICE : Of course, Kiara has no real idea what her voice sounds like, but she has managed to get people to tell her, and what have they told her ? Apparently, her voice is an even medium between sharp and soft, not too high pitched, not too low – it seems as if someone pulled the lever to ‘medium’ . It can have its sweet moments, harsh moment – though it rarely breaks, if it does, it’s usually when she’s in extreme shock . She does not sing, so songs are not heard from her . Yelling can be her sport, and the only difference is a sharp touch and loudness of voice . OVERALL PERSONALITY : Describe in detail. KIARA'S DISLIKES :
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MOTHER'S NAME : Kiara, dead FATHER'S NAME : Hara, dead SIBLINGS : Klee, I don't know where the fuck that bastard is; Aune, that bitch is dead, thank God; Issas, this is the sweetest little child I've ever met . . . Unfortunately, she disappeared, and I have no idea where she lives now . . . OVERALL HISTORY : Well, you want something personal ? You want me to pour out my heart for you ? Fuck that . I'll tell you about my family in a nut-shell first . My mom was a sarcastic, cruel, whore . My dad was a dip-shit that went after whores . Klee, my younger brother, was a smart-ass whiny little bitch that snatched up sweet Issas and ran off; don't know where the fuck he is, though I hope he's dead . Aune, my sister, basically my twin, was a suck-up, and she winded up dead because of it . She was the most unloyal little bitch you'll ever meet . One day she fell off a cliff and died . The end, whoppdedoo . Issas, my youngest sibling, younger sister, the only one in my family who I actually loved with all my heart . . . She was my sanity in a hoard of insanity . . . I was glad to wake up to her bright smile every morning . . . But one day, that mother fucking selfish bitch Klee just snapped her up in his jaws and ran off with her ! . . . Just before he went, he yelled at us about how we were insane, but I swear to fucking God if he considers me insane, he doesn't know what insanity really is ! If that bitch ever shows himself to me again, I'll beat the mother fucking shit outta him . And I swear . . . One day, I'll find my dear Issas . . . Also, only Aune was fully related to me, while Klee and Issas have different fathers . I was born into a shit-fest for a family . They were absolute trash and I hate looking back . Don't ask about it again, 'kay ? 'Kay . Well, what else ? Once I finally left the shit-hole, my life was pretty boring, I wondered around pretty much on my own, trying to start new . I, of course, didn't get anywhere . Well, until I met a certain brute . . . I mean, at first, it was just friendship, you know ? Clean, healthy, happy, nice . Well, until we started talking to each other every few days, then every two days, then every other day, until it was every day . It then manifested into an unhealthy obsession to talk to him, and soon enough, I found myself in love . Fuckin' cheesy right ? I know, but it's true . I told him of my love for him, and he returned it, and for a long time, everything was perfect . . . Until I caught him screwing someone else . Unlike my parents, I was not okay with this, and left him, left everything, behind . I tried to start new again, but do you know how fucking hard it is to start over a second time, this time in depression, with a broken heart ? Not quite so easy . But, eventually I managed, and wound up doing the same thing again, minus falling in love, until I joined Ordain . Best thing to fuckin' happen to me since Issas . Now what the fuck will happen ? the form used for kiaraha is copyright LEXX at paradox - paradox-rpg.proboards.com/index.cgi? |
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