Post by wowingglow on May 29, 2006 11:26:43 GMT -5
Name-Christelle L'nuit
Age- 15
Date of Birth- May 29
Homelands- Kansas, America
Race- Human
Class- Undetermined
Final-
Death Throes
When in extreme danger, Christelle can let out a large amount of her psychic energy out at a specific opponent, overloading their nervous system. This results in the opponent having something like a seizure and total loss of body control for a few minutes.
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{Weapon information}
None
{Armour Information}
None
{Accessory Information}
Trench Coat
A sturdy, murky brown trench coat, a little frayed on one end...
[This keeps Christelle warm and dry, which is good enough for her.]
{Physical Description}
A normal looking girl of normal height, Christelle wears whatever she feels like it, thank you very much. However, over whatever-she-feels-like-it-wear she tends to have a brown trench coat. Unlike some people that just have to shout their existence to world, Christelle is a quiet child and her trench coat has no such adornments. Her smooth, even locks reach her shoulders, a warm umber hue.
The pale hue of her skin made it look as though she had just blanched from fear, but her level, serious young eyes proved otherwise. Those eyes were a peculiar, deep crimson hue which threw off her almost ordinary pose. In fact, Christelle often kept her eyes down to avoid the unnecessary attention. While certainly not a clone of that recent Goth movement, Christelle was not a girl to squeal and cower during a crisis.
{Background}
Kansas was her love and home for most of her life. The farms, the lovely loam, and the cows indeed! Oh yes, the flat, sheer emptiness of Kansas would always be in her heart. Though her parents were simple and loving, no one in the family could deny there was something weird about their withdrawn little one, starting from birth with her burning scarlet eyes. Christelle was schooled as the other remote farm children, learning her milkin' and plantin' skills from good old Farmer Bob her father, and learning her ABD's from her good old Teacher Anne her mother. (Eventually she found teaching herself proved more informative. At least she found out that there was indeed a letter 'C' before D.)
Back then, the only thing she had to worry about was the arch-nemesis Farmer Fred maybe spray painting their pumpkins and broccoli at night, to her father's rage. However, her parents always knew there was something odd about their little one who was growing into a young lady. 'Odd hap'nins, y'know?' As she grew, it seemed that her 'nat-uuuure-yal oddness' increased as well. So, it was not without some relief that when the invitation to Twilight Moon Academy arrived by donkey-back, her parents sent her off. She just hopes to find out what's she's really about here, and has no idea what she is at all.
{Pictures}
Maybe someday...
Age- 15
Date of Birth- May 29
Homelands- Kansas, America
Race- Human
Class- Undetermined
Final-
Death Throes
When in extreme danger, Christelle can let out a large amount of her psychic energy out at a specific opponent, overloading their nervous system. This results in the opponent having something like a seizure and total loss of body control for a few minutes.
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{Weapon information}
None
{Armour Information}
None
{Accessory Information}
Trench Coat
A sturdy, murky brown trench coat, a little frayed on one end...
[This keeps Christelle warm and dry, which is good enough for her.]
{Physical Description}
A normal looking girl of normal height, Christelle wears whatever she feels like it, thank you very much. However, over whatever-she-feels-like-it-wear she tends to have a brown trench coat. Unlike some people that just have to shout their existence to world, Christelle is a quiet child and her trench coat has no such adornments. Her smooth, even locks reach her shoulders, a warm umber hue.
The pale hue of her skin made it look as though she had just blanched from fear, but her level, serious young eyes proved otherwise. Those eyes were a peculiar, deep crimson hue which threw off her almost ordinary pose. In fact, Christelle often kept her eyes down to avoid the unnecessary attention. While certainly not a clone of that recent Goth movement, Christelle was not a girl to squeal and cower during a crisis.
{Background}
Kansas was her love and home for most of her life. The farms, the lovely loam, and the cows indeed! Oh yes, the flat, sheer emptiness of Kansas would always be in her heart. Though her parents were simple and loving, no one in the family could deny there was something weird about their withdrawn little one, starting from birth with her burning scarlet eyes. Christelle was schooled as the other remote farm children, learning her milkin' and plantin' skills from good old Farmer Bob her father, and learning her ABD's from her good old Teacher Anne her mother. (Eventually she found teaching herself proved more informative. At least she found out that there was indeed a letter 'C' before D.)
Back then, the only thing she had to worry about was the arch-nemesis Farmer Fred maybe spray painting their pumpkins and broccoli at night, to her father's rage. However, her parents always knew there was something odd about their little one who was growing into a young lady. 'Odd hap'nins, y'know?' As she grew, it seemed that her 'nat-uuuure-yal oddness' increased as well. So, it was not without some relief that when the invitation to Twilight Moon Academy arrived by donkey-back, her parents sent her off. She just hopes to find out what's she's really about here, and has no idea what she is at all.
{Pictures}
Maybe someday...
