Post by Queren Arden on Jul 27, 2012 12:48:40 GMT -5
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Aurora,
Dira Elin[/center][/size][/color]theme song[/color]:;[/b][/size]
The Fear
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Queren is a slim female, and fits the stereotypical image of a fae. Her hair, which she’ll swear up and down is dyed to any human, is turquoise. It reaches just past her shoulders, and she hates covering it up. Her eyes are also perculiar, although they could almost be passed off as natural; they are mostly yellow and green, blended together, albeit the center is more yellowed while it is the edges that have a darkening green.
Personality wise, she is a kind person. Although she does enjoy trickery, pranks and manipulating her words to confuse and outsmart people. She is vain, adoring her own looks, and always gloating over any success she has over her friends. Albeit these negative qualities, she can be quite reliable, loyal, and helpful, sticking through until the end. A shoulder that can easily be cried on, but with a spirit that fights, sometimes dirty.
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Arden, Queren Quil
[/color][/center]age[/color]:;[/b][/size]
sweet Twenty two
gender[/color]:;[/b][/size]
M/FEMale
FEMrace[/color]:;[/b][/size]
born a, Fae; Pi
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
QUEREN is, Five feet seven inches tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Outskirts of Gargilesse, France
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Heterosexual
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
No.
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INNATE ABILITIES-
Beast Call
OTHER ABILITIES-
Heal
Fire Control
weapon(s)[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Usually she carries some sort of protection. The basics, really. Some pepper spray, a pocket knife, and we cannot forget about her extremely sharp nails.
whatcha~wearin?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
It changes often. With her job, she has to look her best. But when she is not working, she likes to lounge around it some sweats and a t-shirt.
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She owns a Hybrid, but rarely gets to use it.
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
No
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Neutral
alignment[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Good
likes[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Jewlery
,Herself
,Betting
,Nature
,Outsmarting people
dislikes[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Being underground
,Losing
,Those with a total disregard of nature
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Taphophobia (Fear of being buried alive)
obsessions[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Gardening
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Her town was beautiful, but rural. Absolutely lovely, and it had attracted a few fae. She lived in a small family, with both her parents and a single little sister. They blended with the humans, although the two children would have to wear wigs in public to appear normal, while the parents were just regarded as odd. They lived right on the outskirts, having no neighbors, and barely even a part of the town except for their mailing address. While in this home, she enjoyed helping her mother grow flowers and a garden, while always being reminded that she should have the least amount of socialization with humans as possible.
Still, her lifestyle became a mere routine, repeated day in and day out, boring her. She wanted to go play with other children, but didn’t want to wear the itchy wig. She was warned that some humans liked to catch her kind, for various reasons, obsessed with their exotic looks. She took that and twisted it to her advantage. When she grew older and left her tiny little village, she set out to Paris, one of the world’s top places for fashion. She quickly got herself a job as a model. If humans enjoyed her looks, why not get paid for it instead of hiding from them?
As the years went by, she steadily grew more and more popular. Her income becomes greater and greater, and she soon had to begin travelling internationally for various photo shoots and shows. Catwalks, runways, and the blinding flash of cameras became a part of her new routine, and she enjoyed exploring the various cities afterwards. Sometimes she returns to her little home, where she visits her family and checks on the garden. She owns a home, back in Paris, that has a garden, but she sadly had to hire someone to care for it, as she is away so often. This made her realize how different she had become, barely even Pi, and more human. Torn between this new life she has come to enjoy and her life as a Pi, spent helping nature, she is quite confused. She doesn’t know what is right anymore.
Still, her lifestyle became a mere routine, repeated day in and day out, boring her. She wanted to go play with other children, but didn’t want to wear the itchy wig. She was warned that some humans liked to catch her kind, for various reasons, obsessed with their exotic looks. She took that and twisted it to her advantage. When she grew older and left her tiny little village, she set out to Paris, one of the world’s top places for fashion. She quickly got herself a job as a model. If humans enjoyed her looks, why not get paid for it instead of hiding from them?
As the years went by, she steadily grew more and more popular. Her income becomes greater and greater, and she soon had to begin travelling internationally for various photo shoots and shows. Catwalks, runways, and the blinding flash of cameras became a part of her new routine, and she enjoyed exploring the various cities afterwards. Sometimes she returns to her little home, where she visits her family and checks on the garden. She owns a home, back in Paris, that has a garden, but she sadly had to hire someone to care for it, as she is away so often. This made her realize how different she had become, barely even Pi, and more human. Torn between this new life she has come to enjoy and her life as a Pi, spent helping nature, she is quite confused. She doesn’t know what is right anymore.
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Fluent in French and English
