Didn't know if I should ping or not, so I figured it's better to be safe than sorry. I tried to be as thorough as I could, but I still feel like I'm forgetting some important part of her whole demeanor.
Name:
Kestrel Corona
Race:
Human
Gender:
Female
Image:
I don't have an image, so here's a description. Sorry if there's too much detail.
5'2", roughly 105 pounds, looks heavier than she is, hourglass figure that she hides under loose fitting shirts, most of her weight is the muscle in her legs. Curly, dirty blonde hair kept in a low pony tail, when it's not held up, it reaches her mid back. She has a slim face with defined cheekbones, thin nose that she thinks is too big, but in reality is normally sized, round eyes that always look tired, and average sized, naturally pink lips. Her skin is fair, but lightly tanned, with a few small, faint freckles over her nose and under her eyes, and very few sparsely spread on the rest of her body. She often looks sad or angry, but this is rarely the case. She has small hands and feet, but not weirdly small.
Preferred pronouns:
She/her, but doesn't mind if someone mistakes her as something else
Sexuality:
Hetero
Powers:
No actual powers. She is, however, very good at understanding animal behavior.
Weapon of choice:
Throwing knives, or other throw-able weapons.
Strengths:
Fits into small spaces, travels quickly and quietly through most terrains, stealthy, level-headed, excellent at hunting.
Weaknesses:
She's small and lightweight, and as a result, very bad at hand-to-hand combat. Tends to be too naive and trusting of people who simply appear kind. Very stubborn, to the point where even if she knows she's wrong, she may still refuse to change her mind.
Personality:
Kestrel is very quiet around others until she gets a feel for who they are and how they react to things, but after that, getting her to shut up is difficult. She often gets into situations that are difficult for her to deal with. There are only two things she'll admit to being scared of; losing something or someone she cares about, and having to get accustomed to new people. As a result, she prefers to care about very little. Hates to admit she's too physically weak to do something, but will begrudgingly accept help only when she needs it, since she also hates owing anyone anything. She feels most at home when she's alone in a forest.
Crush:
Nobody, and she tries to kill off any such feelings before the start, but, you're welcome to try.
Backstory:
Kestrel grew up in a normal enough household. Mother was a seamstress, father was a hunter, and her older brother was her best friend. She never took to many feminine things as a child, such as dolls and dresses, but her parents knew to let her be her, lest she come to dislike them. As she grew into her older teen years, she started to be more feminine, but kept most of her childhood boyishness. As she began to wear dresses and skirts, many of the local boys her age began to notice her not as just a friend, but a potential spouse. She never did manage to find someone she liked enough to settle down with, so she still helps her parents at home, now that they're getting older. She does much of the cleaning and fixes broken things. Her brother lives right next door, with his wife and child.
RP example:
"What a mess I've gotten myself into this time..." Kestrel mumbled to herself while weaving through the stalls and people in the marketplace, "I promised not one, not two, but three high-quality bulls for the auction next week and I don't even have a single one! Unless pop would be willing to part with Boreal. Which is a definite no, and still leaves me two short." As she continued to work her way through the marketplace and into the less crowded store-front section of the city, an idea struck. "Maybe I could convince that old auctioneer that I said bowls, not bulls... And I know just the place to get them," she said to herself, not mumbling this time. As she opened the door to the pottery shop, the bell chimed and the clerk greeted her cheerfully. After pretending to be unsure of what she was buying, she picked up the highest quality bowls she could turn a profit on, purchased them, and left to find the auctioneer. She knew he'd be annoyed at her for pulling this stunt again, but at least she'd get away with again. |
Name:
Nicote (full name not revealed to anyone but VERY closer friends(
Race:
Hybrid.
Gender:
Male
Image
Black hair with silver streak, black eyes, pale skin, huge black jacket, black boots, silber amulet
he refueses to take off. (It's some kind of magic item....)
Powers:
Shadows. (You'll figure it out)
Weapon of choice:
Twin daggers
Strengths:
Fighting, being secretive, scaring people by accident, healing (don't ask(
Weaknesses:
Acting normal.
Personality:
Quiet, calm, and determined. Close friends, allies, and those who need help fare better then his enemies.
He's also sarcastic. (Yes, he's kind of like Nico di Angelo from the PJ series, but....he's not. You'll see.)
Crush:*
Nicote's got no time for that nonsense (*ahem* Yeah, right...glances at the girls out of the corner of his eye)
Backstory:*
*daggers suddenly get thrust at you chest and neck*
*you abandon the subject....quickly*
RP example:
He watches A goblin and a troll wander down the path. Nicote ducks behind a tree, daggers in hand. As they pass,he suddenly strikes, sending the enemies back where they came from..
...He slipped back into the shadows, appearing in his camp, with no trace of the recent battle on him save fore a small scratch on his check.
He crawls into his tent, opens a map, and marks off something on it.
He opens a small pocket in his coat, and removes a piece of stone that the gobbling was carrying. He places it with some other similar stones and smiles......
He is a guy. (He/his)
Sexuality? *daggers thrust at you again* *you decide to ask no more questions* |
