Post by Lira Alisa Denizen on Aug 7, 2012 22:03:00 GMT -5
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Brook,
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O Green World
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Lira is your average sized young woman. Modestly endowed and lean, she lets her auburn hair be wild around her face unless she needs it out of the way, in which case she pulls it back. Her blue eyes are cautious and sharp in a light, freckled face. Her face tends to be closed and serious most of the time, and she moves with an athletic and suspicious gait. Suddenly though, her tight lips will split open in a grin and she will dazzle you with a careless, slightly unhinged smile. Don’t let the feral look of her tense hands throw you off, it’s just a twitch, she is perfectly capable of being civil.
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Denizen, Lira Alisa
[/color][/center]age[/color]:;[/b][/size]
sweet 19
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FEMale
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born a, Werebeast
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LIRA is, 5ft 7in tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Dublin, Ireland
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Pansexual
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
MARRIED? N
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Beast Call
Color Spray
Hypnotic Slumber
Gardening
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Her body and abilities, a ceramic blade
whatcha~wearin?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Lira is careless with her clothes. She doesn’t like to wear much and it needs to be fairly durable to withstand her activity. What she does put on her body usually ends up pretty dirty. Leggings and loose tops are her usual fair. She wears dark, plain colors with the occasional splash of white or pastel rainbow. When her feet aren’t barefoot she wears leather-soled ballet flats. When it’s cold she wears a rough, pastel colored poncho that extends almost past her hips and long microfiber gloves. She cherishes a small, tarnished silver locket with her mother’s picture in it that hangs around her neck at all times. She has long green tendrils tattooed on either side of her groin that extend over her hips and flower on her lower back. Her light skin is scarred with small nicks and scratches particularly around her ankles, hands and shoulders.
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She is her own transport.
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Lira is very much a hippie wild child, and the stereotype includes her fondness for a certain plant. Lira also speaks Gaelic.
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
NEUTRAL
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NEUTRAL
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Spring time ~ The world is new.
,Rain ~ Replenishing
,Gardening ~ Her fruitful hobby.
,Smoking ~ Cause of all those pretty colors.
,Animals ~ her closest friends.
Singing~ music is a beautiful thing.
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Strangers ~ Especially men.
,Deforestation ~ This is her home.
,Cityscapes ~ the concrete jungle holds little place for her.
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Claustrophobia- Fear of confined spaces, Ligyrophobia- Fear of loud noises.
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Wind chimes, gardening.
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As much as Lira would like to boast that she comes from a long line of proud werebeasts, only her mother was the first in the family to become a werebeast. And by family, Lira would be referring to her mother, herself and their whippet Meredith. Lira’s mother was a strange woman, transient and hard to rely on but extremely loving and protective of her only daughter. Lira never new her father, never really cared either. She and her mother lived happily in rural Ireland, living poorly but with little want. Her mother worked for a small retail store and supplemented them with her natural gardening skill. It wasn’t till Lira grew into her teen years that she found that her mother’s gardening ability was more than just the carrots they sold at the farmer’s market on weekends. However, having had very little to do with the law Lira didn’t know to find anything wrong with her mother’s interesting side job. At 16, Lira was decidedly pushed from her cozy home and told to find a way. Find her way in the world.
By that time, Lira had become a fierce, rough and tumble young lady, modeled closely after her uninhibited mother. She wandered Europe for about a year, visiting the Nordic countries and dipping south briefly to visit the romantic counties of France and Italy. When she finally returned home, Lira found an empty home waiting for her. For the first time she was deeply injured by her mother’s sudden departure. A couple sentences scribbled on a paper and pinned under a pot on the table left the few sentimental words her mother liked to speak to her as well as a vague explanation that the wind had called and not to wait up for her. Lira dug the locket she wears everyday out of an old jewelry box and pasted a picture of her mother inside. She took what she wanted from the cottage, harvested all the rest of her mother’s kindly abandoned crops and bought herself a plane ticket.
She wanders where she pleases, though she does have her favorite locations. Lira lives her lifestyle freely, without conventional societal ties. She believes her mother is still out there somewhere, wandering the world in her own way.
By that time, Lira had become a fierce, rough and tumble young lady, modeled closely after her uninhibited mother. She wandered Europe for about a year, visiting the Nordic countries and dipping south briefly to visit the romantic counties of France and Italy. When she finally returned home, Lira found an empty home waiting for her. For the first time she was deeply injured by her mother’s sudden departure. A couple sentences scribbled on a paper and pinned under a pot on the table left the few sentimental words her mother liked to speak to her as well as a vague explanation that the wind had called and not to wait up for her. Lira dug the locket she wears everyday out of an old jewelry box and pasted a picture of her mother inside. She took what she wanted from the cottage, harvested all the rest of her mother’s kindly abandoned crops and bought herself a plane ticket.
She wanders where she pleases, though she does have her favorite locations. Lira lives her lifestyle freely, without conventional societal ties. She believes her mother is still out there somewhere, wandering the world in her own way.
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