Post by wombat on Mar 23, 2011 10:05:05 GMT -6
Name: Fiora
Age: 16 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank:Candidate
Family:
Mother: Siora
Father: Fingren
Sister: Renora
Appearance: Fiora doesn’t consider herself to be the most beautiful female out there; she describes herself as a farmer’s girl with her plain fashion and her derelict hair. Unlike her sister, she’s not one to preen over herself too much, preferring to get things done than sit in front of a mirror all day wondering how she would tame her feral hair. She has a mop of thick, wavy black hair curled down to the middle of her back, a pair of big, round hazel brown eyes, and a canvas of creamy skin. Hidden from prying eyes, a single dark mole placed right on the back of her right shoulder lays comfortably beneath her clothes as well as a protective barrier of wild black hair, which she tries hard to hide due to a slight embarrassment on her part.
The traits that people notice first would be her strong set jaw, a prominent lower lip and a thick amount of eyelashes framing her round, almost childish eyes. Fiora doesn’t take on her mother’s soft features, but rather swerved to take on her father’s strong set jaw and a long, curved nose. Her supple red lips are always set in a soft curved smile and frequently take on the appearance of someone itching for a reason to laugh. Holding her head high is neck that was often described as too long for a small girl her size. She tries to hide her long neck with her thick bush of black hair and often succeeds because she had more hair than she could ever hope for. With a pair of slim shoulders, she doesn’t exactly have the muscles to beat up any boys anytime soon, but she does have a lithe body from all the climbing she did and the explorations as a child. Compared to her sisters, Fiora’s frame would be better described as a slim willow tree rather than a voluptuous lady. Like her mother, Fiora lacks in height, reaching a mere 5 feet 4 inches, though this does not seem to faze the girl.
Fiora doesn’t like to wear anything too complex, and if it means it’s going to get in the way then she’d rather dump it for something simpler. To her, a pair of sandals and a plain dress is better than something knitted for the single purpose of showing off. She’s not out to impress anyone anytime soon and with the formless outfits she wears, Fiora isn’t turning eyes toward her. When given a robe, she takes on the look of someone who’s gone and tangled themselves in a massive length of curtain fabric.
Basic Personality:
Strengths
Faults
History:
Fiora was born in Ista to a Harper mother and father. The younger of their two daughters, her father had hoped for the youngest child to be a boy, but was disappointed when he ended up with another daughter. Unlike her older sister, however, Fiora was averse to act like a lady and instead took to mud rolling to heart; Fiora started causing trouble because she had thought it was the only thing her sister would never do. It was difficult for Fiora during her young life, standing in her sister’s shadow and often clubbing herself for being the clumsy, troublemaker of the family. In her eyes, Renora seemed to have everything while Fiora ended up with the leftovers. Clever, witty and beautiful, Renora was a beacon of light compared to the short, mop haired Fiora who constantly ran home tracking mud or ended up ruining her dress. Her mother always wondered how she was ever going to marry a man if she continued to act like an animal. It was these sorts of conversations that usually started a full scale argument between the two. Fiora never thought about marriage like her sister had, never wanted to even marry any “dimwitted Holder boy” as she so pleasantly described them to be. After all, she was only her sister’s small shadow and with a beauty like Renora, who really wanted to wed a girl like her?
Fiora described herself as her father’s girl more than her mother’s daughter, and often enjoyed sitting in his lap as a little girl to listen to him ramble on about music. Of course, at the time she had little clue what he was going on about, but she enjoyed his company more than her fiery mother. He was a mellow man, prone to staying out of an argument, with the exception of any fight that included Fiora, and patient when it came to Fiora’s active side. As time passed, she learned to play simple scales and tunes on her father’s pipes, though it was nothing impressive. Renora had taken to being a Harper like their parents, excelling in the musical arts more than her little sister could ever hope for and while Fiora’s sister had settled down on what she wanted to do in life Fiora continued to cause trouble for her mother. It certainly wasn’t the fact that she didn’t want to find her niche in life, it was the thought that she might end up doing something half-heartedly that worried her. She easily masked her apprehension with her usual sunny smile and placed herself into who she would converse that day and about what. It was a few days after her birthday that a miracle came in the form of a dragon; the excitement alone was enough to get her away from her home and to Western.
If ever you become inactive without warning for a long period of time or decide to leave the site, what would you like me to do with your character? Kill her off. I like her too much to have other people play her.
Age: 16 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank:Candidate
Family:
Mother: Siora
Father: Fingren
Sister: Renora
Appearance: Fiora doesn’t consider herself to be the most beautiful female out there; she describes herself as a farmer’s girl with her plain fashion and her derelict hair. Unlike her sister, she’s not one to preen over herself too much, preferring to get things done than sit in front of a mirror all day wondering how she would tame her feral hair. She has a mop of thick, wavy black hair curled down to the middle of her back, a pair of big, round hazel brown eyes, and a canvas of creamy skin. Hidden from prying eyes, a single dark mole placed right on the back of her right shoulder lays comfortably beneath her clothes as well as a protective barrier of wild black hair, which she tries hard to hide due to a slight embarrassment on her part.
The traits that people notice first would be her strong set jaw, a prominent lower lip and a thick amount of eyelashes framing her round, almost childish eyes. Fiora doesn’t take on her mother’s soft features, but rather swerved to take on her father’s strong set jaw and a long, curved nose. Her supple red lips are always set in a soft curved smile and frequently take on the appearance of someone itching for a reason to laugh. Holding her head high is neck that was often described as too long for a small girl her size. She tries to hide her long neck with her thick bush of black hair and often succeeds because she had more hair than she could ever hope for. With a pair of slim shoulders, she doesn’t exactly have the muscles to beat up any boys anytime soon, but she does have a lithe body from all the climbing she did and the explorations as a child. Compared to her sisters, Fiora’s frame would be better described as a slim willow tree rather than a voluptuous lady. Like her mother, Fiora lacks in height, reaching a mere 5 feet 4 inches, though this does not seem to faze the girl.
Fiora doesn’t like to wear anything too complex, and if it means it’s going to get in the way then she’d rather dump it for something simpler. To her, a pair of sandals and a plain dress is better than something knitted for the single purpose of showing off. She’s not out to impress anyone anytime soon and with the formless outfits she wears, Fiora isn’t turning eyes toward her. When given a robe, she takes on the look of someone who’s gone and tangled themselves in a massive length of curtain fabric.
Basic Personality:
Strengths
- Fiora’s very even-tempered and not one to snap at people.
- Outgoing. She says it like it is and doesn’t hide behind falsified words, because she doesn’t like it when other people do that to her.
- Independent. She likes to do things her way and doesn’t follow people to quickly.
- She’s open-minded. She loves change and adapts to it easily.
- She listens when she knows she has to. When she’s surrounded by people of more importance than her, Fiora knows she has to obey.
Faults
- She doesn’t think before she talks. Sometimes, she says things she shouldn’t have said.
- She can’t stop talking. She loves to talk and will keep talking, because it’s fun to her.
- She’s pretty mischievous and will be rebellious on the occasion.
- It’s hard for her to forgive people when they’ve done something hurtful to her.
- She’s tenacious to the point where it can be annoying. For example, it goes hand in hand with her habit of talking. It prevents her from being quiet.
History:
Fiora was born in Ista to a Harper mother and father. The younger of their two daughters, her father had hoped for the youngest child to be a boy, but was disappointed when he ended up with another daughter. Unlike her older sister, however, Fiora was averse to act like a lady and instead took to mud rolling to heart; Fiora started causing trouble because she had thought it was the only thing her sister would never do. It was difficult for Fiora during her young life, standing in her sister’s shadow and often clubbing herself for being the clumsy, troublemaker of the family. In her eyes, Renora seemed to have everything while Fiora ended up with the leftovers. Clever, witty and beautiful, Renora was a beacon of light compared to the short, mop haired Fiora who constantly ran home tracking mud or ended up ruining her dress. Her mother always wondered how she was ever going to marry a man if she continued to act like an animal. It was these sorts of conversations that usually started a full scale argument between the two. Fiora never thought about marriage like her sister had, never wanted to even marry any “dimwitted Holder boy” as she so pleasantly described them to be. After all, she was only her sister’s small shadow and with a beauty like Renora, who really wanted to wed a girl like her?
Fiora described herself as her father’s girl more than her mother’s daughter, and often enjoyed sitting in his lap as a little girl to listen to him ramble on about music. Of course, at the time she had little clue what he was going on about, but she enjoyed his company more than her fiery mother. He was a mellow man, prone to staying out of an argument, with the exception of any fight that included Fiora, and patient when it came to Fiora’s active side. As time passed, she learned to play simple scales and tunes on her father’s pipes, though it was nothing impressive. Renora had taken to being a Harper like their parents, excelling in the musical arts more than her little sister could ever hope for and while Fiora’s sister had settled down on what she wanted to do in life Fiora continued to cause trouble for her mother. It certainly wasn’t the fact that she didn’t want to find her niche in life, it was the thought that she might end up doing something half-heartedly that worried her. She easily masked her apprehension with her usual sunny smile and placed herself into who she would converse that day and about what. It was a few days after her birthday that a miracle came in the form of a dragon; the excitement alone was enough to get her away from her home and to Western.
If ever you become inactive without warning for a long period of time or decide to leave the site, what would you like me to do with your character? Kill her off. I like her too much to have other people play her.