Post by Lane on May 14, 2008 21:23:13 GMT -5
Name: Lieselotte Kyoupai
Age: 17
Birth: The twenty second of February (2/22)
Homeland: Western European planes of Cantabria. It is cold and snows in the winter there. She lives far away from most civilization and about a mile away from the closest town.
Race: Human
Class: Elementalist (Fire)
Final: Acidic mist
The acidic mist is simply a bowling ball sized cloud of sparks and smoke. It can be tossed from Lieselotte’s hands to someone as if it was solid- but it seems to burn others being 210˚ at the very core. It is tiny, being smaller then one’s head, thus created quickly (She could do larger and stronger if she wanted too, but Lieselotte would rather not go the extra mile) Due to the fact that Lieselotte is lazy and gets tired easily it would take about 15 posts to recover, but she may not even use it for a very long time. She also must be at lest fifteen feet close to the target, and five feet away from the target. It is less effective and accurate the farther it is, and if it is closer then five feet Lieselotte will be unable to toss the acidic mist and may get hurt herself.
Weapon:
A normal pocketknife-like item with a short blade (About three inches) and a long handle (fits her whole hand. The silver blade is only sharp on the top part of the blade due to it being used most of the time to slash upward directly from the pocket.
Armour:
An oak tree leaf red with orange straps robe was most of all she wore. It was made of a silky, thin material and would not burn easily. It was long and bulky in her opinion and so she hiked up the bottom of it so the millions of folds she made exposed her shins and knees while hiding most of her thighs. The same thing was done with the arms so that the whole appendage (from fingernail tip to top of the shoulder) was shown. The extra folds were just tied up using the orange straps that were originally on the robe.
Extra:
In Cantabria Lieselotte had found a child’s toy doll outside one of the towns she was able to visit once in a while. She called it, “Liebe” or Love in German and brought it home. It was about as large as one’s hand and made of a soft cloth filled with cotton with a few details printed on the fabric to show a face and clothes. Lieselotte loved it because it was warm no matter how long you kept it in the snow and seemed to get burning hot when hugged. It took the lazy girl about a year and a half to realize the doll was enchanted in a way that she liked most. The doll, after testing it out, makes everything Lieselotte do with fire 15% more efficient as long as she hugs the rag doll right before doing that activity. That makes its tiny size nice since it is easily hidden under her robes.
Physical Description:
“There was a weak looking girl.” That may describe Lieselotte’s mirror to her soul. Light oak colored skin wrapped around her five foot two inch body tightly and gave her a soft touch. Her muscles were invisible under the healthy and slightly ineffectual body she was born with. Due to the minimal exercise though, Lieslotte’s mini-diet made her whole form seem well enough- not sculpted with muscle but thin and graceful. Millions of long thick strands of hair shot out of her scalp and fell in lush, strait locks to her waist. They seemed to glow the colors she loved the most red, yellow, and orange. She even painted each nail on her long appendages those colors, all in pattern going red, orange, yellow, red orange, yellow and again. Her form when standing up tall, which she usually dose as she hates to slouch, is a modest five feet two inches. If one were to ask her weight she may just attack you though, for she was embarrassed by her 84 pounds. “Curves,” as some called them, were only shaped in a way that seemed to be the mass majority of women her size. There was her almost completely developed bust hidden under her robes and her hips were just barley considered wide. The flaps and layers of the robe covered it all though, and all the complex folds she added in did not help and made her whole body seem almost like a sagging potato bag.
Lieselotte had a face of great difference from her “normal” body. Every pumpkin orange eyelash was curled up and tipped with a natural red tint that looked like the top of fire on her bright yellow eyes. Those eyes could never be called hazel, for they were as bright as the sun and gave an almost cat look though they were not oblong. Her orange eyebrows were thin and close to her skin as they popped just on the top of the “hill” above her eye sockets. Both cheek bones were strong and had a pink glow that a small girl may after running through an orchard on a fall day. Due to force her dimples were permanently placed on her face as her mouth always was in a large smile from ear to ear. Lieselotte tried her most to just keep smiling so “the world will seem nicer.” As she says. Her lips pulled tight and looking a dark pink against her light skin. Her father told her when she got old her face would wrinkle like that and leave the weirdest looking marks ever. She wondered why they were so weird- was most of the world frowning?
Background:
Lieselotte always hated the white flakes that seemed to surround the house at winter and the “Shush!” noise of the hail on the roof at night. Living in Cantabria was the most horrid thing Lieselotte thought, but she never knew there was better. She was never introduced to any different weather from her father, so she never even knew that in some places it was not always an icy hell. All that she learned from her homeschooling from a private tutor was math, writing, science, art, and to speak English. Lieselotte has had a bit of trouble actually writing the language though. The words to her had strange stressed syllables and “Ch” made a strange crunching noise in English while in her native language it was a hack noise in her throat. Skills like that were put to good use though, when Lieselotte’s clever actions got her to find that there was a school for people and things with differences about them can practice what they were given. Lieselotte longed to go to that school, and knew she was going to one day leave for it. She wondered if she was well enough though, only knowing how to make a small flame on the tip of her finger or make a candle light itself. Even though she had lived in such a small cottage with her father since birth he had never known. He just kept the world a secret from his child, never letting her out of the house unless it was to town with him watching over her like a hawk.
Due to the whole lifestyle she was raised in, Lieselotte came to be a naïve, lazy, and confused on how to act around others little girl. She would probably scream upon seeing a TV, run away at the first site of a cow, and look at sandy oceans with a combination of horror and fear. Lieselotte never did visit the ocean or lake or river for that matter, so she had somehow developed hydrophobia as long as it was a body of water larger then a puddle. Maybe it was not the whole idea of not being exposed to water, as it is she was obsessed with fire. The day came when her father left to take the Baby Bar Exam to be a lawyer and she snuck out and got on a train south. She took her chances then by following a guide to the school she had heard so much about.
~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥
*Crosses fingers* I hope I did it at least "Okay"
Age: 17
Birth: The twenty second of February (2/22)
Homeland: Western European planes of Cantabria. It is cold and snows in the winter there. She lives far away from most civilization and about a mile away from the closest town.
Race: Human
Class: Elementalist (Fire)
Final: Acidic mist
The acidic mist is simply a bowling ball sized cloud of sparks and smoke. It can be tossed from Lieselotte’s hands to someone as if it was solid- but it seems to burn others being 210˚ at the very core. It is tiny, being smaller then one’s head, thus created quickly (She could do larger and stronger if she wanted too, but Lieselotte would rather not go the extra mile) Due to the fact that Lieselotte is lazy and gets tired easily it would take about 15 posts to recover, but she may not even use it for a very long time. She also must be at lest fifteen feet close to the target, and five feet away from the target. It is less effective and accurate the farther it is, and if it is closer then five feet Lieselotte will be unable to toss the acidic mist and may get hurt herself.
Weapon:
A normal pocketknife-like item with a short blade (About three inches) and a long handle (fits her whole hand. The silver blade is only sharp on the top part of the blade due to it being used most of the time to slash upward directly from the pocket.
Armour:
An oak tree leaf red with orange straps robe was most of all she wore. It was made of a silky, thin material and would not burn easily. It was long and bulky in her opinion and so she hiked up the bottom of it so the millions of folds she made exposed her shins and knees while hiding most of her thighs. The same thing was done with the arms so that the whole appendage (from fingernail tip to top of the shoulder) was shown. The extra folds were just tied up using the orange straps that were originally on the robe.
Extra:
In Cantabria Lieselotte had found a child’s toy doll outside one of the towns she was able to visit once in a while. She called it, “Liebe” or Love in German and brought it home. It was about as large as one’s hand and made of a soft cloth filled with cotton with a few details printed on the fabric to show a face and clothes. Lieselotte loved it because it was warm no matter how long you kept it in the snow and seemed to get burning hot when hugged. It took the lazy girl about a year and a half to realize the doll was enchanted in a way that she liked most. The doll, after testing it out, makes everything Lieselotte do with fire 15% more efficient as long as she hugs the rag doll right before doing that activity. That makes its tiny size nice since it is easily hidden under her robes.
Physical Description:
“There was a weak looking girl.” That may describe Lieselotte’s mirror to her soul. Light oak colored skin wrapped around her five foot two inch body tightly and gave her a soft touch. Her muscles were invisible under the healthy and slightly ineffectual body she was born with. Due to the minimal exercise though, Lieslotte’s mini-diet made her whole form seem well enough- not sculpted with muscle but thin and graceful. Millions of long thick strands of hair shot out of her scalp and fell in lush, strait locks to her waist. They seemed to glow the colors she loved the most red, yellow, and orange. She even painted each nail on her long appendages those colors, all in pattern going red, orange, yellow, red orange, yellow and again. Her form when standing up tall, which she usually dose as she hates to slouch, is a modest five feet two inches. If one were to ask her weight she may just attack you though, for she was embarrassed by her 84 pounds. “Curves,” as some called them, were only shaped in a way that seemed to be the mass majority of women her size. There was her almost completely developed bust hidden under her robes and her hips were just barley considered wide. The flaps and layers of the robe covered it all though, and all the complex folds she added in did not help and made her whole body seem almost like a sagging potato bag.
Lieselotte had a face of great difference from her “normal” body. Every pumpkin orange eyelash was curled up and tipped with a natural red tint that looked like the top of fire on her bright yellow eyes. Those eyes could never be called hazel, for they were as bright as the sun and gave an almost cat look though they were not oblong. Her orange eyebrows were thin and close to her skin as they popped just on the top of the “hill” above her eye sockets. Both cheek bones were strong and had a pink glow that a small girl may after running through an orchard on a fall day. Due to force her dimples were permanently placed on her face as her mouth always was in a large smile from ear to ear. Lieselotte tried her most to just keep smiling so “the world will seem nicer.” As she says. Her lips pulled tight and looking a dark pink against her light skin. Her father told her when she got old her face would wrinkle like that and leave the weirdest looking marks ever. She wondered why they were so weird- was most of the world frowning?
Background:
Lieselotte always hated the white flakes that seemed to surround the house at winter and the “Shush!” noise of the hail on the roof at night. Living in Cantabria was the most horrid thing Lieselotte thought, but she never knew there was better. She was never introduced to any different weather from her father, so she never even knew that in some places it was not always an icy hell. All that she learned from her homeschooling from a private tutor was math, writing, science, art, and to speak English. Lieselotte has had a bit of trouble actually writing the language though. The words to her had strange stressed syllables and “Ch” made a strange crunching noise in English while in her native language it was a hack noise in her throat. Skills like that were put to good use though, when Lieselotte’s clever actions got her to find that there was a school for people and things with differences about them can practice what they were given. Lieselotte longed to go to that school, and knew she was going to one day leave for it. She wondered if she was well enough though, only knowing how to make a small flame on the tip of her finger or make a candle light itself. Even though she had lived in such a small cottage with her father since birth he had never known. He just kept the world a secret from his child, never letting her out of the house unless it was to town with him watching over her like a hawk.
Due to the whole lifestyle she was raised in, Lieselotte came to be a naïve, lazy, and confused on how to act around others little girl. She would probably scream upon seeing a TV, run away at the first site of a cow, and look at sandy oceans with a combination of horror and fear. Lieselotte never did visit the ocean or lake or river for that matter, so she had somehow developed hydrophobia as long as it was a body of water larger then a puddle. Maybe it was not the whole idea of not being exposed to water, as it is she was obsessed with fire. The day came when her father left to take the Baby Bar Exam to be a lawyer and she snuck out and got on a train south. She took her chances then by following a guide to the school she had heard so much about.
~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥
*Crosses fingers* I hope I did it at least "Okay"
