Post by antishikari on Mar 6, 2011 16:53:41 GMT -5
WEAPON
Name: Ochsmith
Alias: Do I look like the kinda girl who goes for that kinky shi-- Wait...
Gender: Boobs mean female darling
Age: 16
Weapon Type: Darling, I am a sword of complete sexiness <3.
Appearance:
Ochsmith has an appearance that can easily match her humour, dark, dangerous, and downright eccentric. He hair colour can change, but she chooses to keep it swept off her face in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her amber eyes gleam with the childish glitter of mischeif, and her skin is (save the occasional tattoo...) pale, and smooth. Occasionally, she chooses to dye her hair a dazzling platinum blond, just for the sake of something to do. In regards to clothing, she believes that simple is the best way, cause they're only bound to get ripped anyway. She wears Large, unfitting jumpers; tight, grass stained pants, but opts out of wearing shoes, claiming that they "Limit her balance". Her teeth, are perfectly straight, and a pale cream colour, due to compulsive brushing.
Personality: Ochsmith maintains a permanent poker face when speaking to any person, creature, witch or butt monkey she happens to come across, prefering to keep her emotions under lock and key, unless she happens to know the person very well, but considering her social track record, is set at nil. She is considered to be Loud, and Is known to put herself in situations that may seem impossible to escape, but with her silver-tongue, and feminine charms, she can generally weasel her way out of any degree of trouble. Ochsmith's over-confident, arrogant, and self-centred personality have lost her many meisters, and allies she had once rendezvoused with finding her the weapon equivalent to Excalibur, quickly left as soon as they had arrived.
But beneath the surface, Ochsmith is a rather delicate girl, and her hatred for being controlled stemmed from her hatred of the meisters that had earlier abandoned her.
History:
Soul Resonance:
Resonance Ability Name -
Resonance Ability Name -
Resonance Ability Name -
Resonance Ability Name -
Resonance Ability Name -
Performance:
OOC
Name: I am Batman. Woman. No, you know what? I'm Spider pig. <3
Age: 16 ;D
RP Experience: A good four years, me thinks
Password:
Piss off and stop asking stupid questions! My password is ***********
RP Sample:
"Y-You're leaving?"
Although little more than a whisper, those words resonated around the tiny room, now almost empty with the stuff that Daryl was now shoving into his bags. Ochsmith's golden eyes watched, as he began to shove his clothing, his items, and his other necessities into his bag with a great speed she hadn't seen of him before. All she got in reply, was a wave, and an eyeful of the grain in the wood of the door after it had closed. Alone once more. Curling her toes, Ochsmith's fingers gripped at her knees, as she fought back the bitter sting of tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. Drip, Drip, drip. They fell, and darkened the light-blue denim of her jeans; light blue, to dark blue. Another wound, pried open by selfish fingers, and hollowed out by the spoon of despair.
As if.
Rather than sit and cry, she would laugh - what was the departure of another Meister? Ochsmith was suited better on her own; it left her with the option to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and with whoever she wanted. A devious grin pulled over her lips, and she bounded towards the door; flicking it locked.
Name: Ochsmith
Alias: Do I look like the kinda girl who goes for that kinky shi-- Wait...
Gender: Boobs mean female darling
Age: 16
Weapon Type: Darling, I am a sword of complete sexiness <3.
Appearance:
Ochsmith has an appearance that can easily match her humour, dark, dangerous, and downright eccentric. He hair colour can change, but she chooses to keep it swept off her face in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her amber eyes gleam with the childish glitter of mischeif, and her skin is (save the occasional tattoo...) pale, and smooth. Occasionally, she chooses to dye her hair a dazzling platinum blond, just for the sake of something to do. In regards to clothing, she believes that simple is the best way, cause they're only bound to get ripped anyway. She wears Large, unfitting jumpers; tight, grass stained pants, but opts out of wearing shoes, claiming that they "Limit her balance". Her teeth, are perfectly straight, and a pale cream colour, due to compulsive brushing.
Personality: Ochsmith maintains a permanent poker face when speaking to any person, creature, witch or butt monkey she happens to come across, prefering to keep her emotions under lock and key, unless she happens to know the person very well, but considering her social track record, is set at nil. She is considered to be Loud, and Is known to put herself in situations that may seem impossible to escape, but with her silver-tongue, and feminine charms, she can generally weasel her way out of any degree of trouble. Ochsmith's over-confident, arrogant, and self-centred personality have lost her many meisters, and allies she had once rendezvoused with finding her the weapon equivalent to Excalibur, quickly left as soon as they had arrived.
But beneath the surface, Ochsmith is a rather delicate girl, and her hatred for being controlled stemmed from her hatred of the meisters that had earlier abandoned her.
History:
Soul Resonance:
Resonance Ability Name -
Resonance Ability Name -
Resonance Ability Name -
Resonance Ability Name -
Resonance Ability Name -
Performance:
OOC
Name: I am Batman. Woman. No, you know what? I'm Spider pig. <3
Age: 16 ;D
RP Experience: A good four years, me thinks
Password:
RP Sample:
"Y-You're leaving?"
Although little more than a whisper, those words resonated around the tiny room, now almost empty with the stuff that Daryl was now shoving into his bags. Ochsmith's golden eyes watched, as he began to shove his clothing, his items, and his other necessities into his bag with a great speed she hadn't seen of him before. All she got in reply, was a wave, and an eyeful of the grain in the wood of the door after it had closed. Alone once more. Curling her toes, Ochsmith's fingers gripped at her knees, as she fought back the bitter sting of tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. Drip, Drip, drip. They fell, and darkened the light-blue denim of her jeans; light blue, to dark blue. Another wound, pried open by selfish fingers, and hollowed out by the spoon of despair.
As if.
Rather than sit and cry, she would laugh - what was the departure of another Meister? Ochsmith was suited better on her own; it left her with the option to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and with whoever she wanted. A devious grin pulled over her lips, and she bounded towards the door; flicking it locked.
