Post by evillittlecutie on Oct 9, 2005 2:07:56 GMT -5
Name: Sanyu
Gender: Female
Age: sixteen
Race: youkai
Side: Nuetral
Time Period: Fuedal Era
Class: Drugist
Powers: None except the power of medicine and poison
Abilities/Techniques: to make any poison or healing potion as an expert marksmen.
Default Abilities: has a dagger up her sleeve and a poison butterfly hairpin she can attack people with
Weakness: Peoples disapproval of her and tears
Weapon: drugs, hairpin, dagger
Human Transformation: none
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Family: All died in a fire.
Animal Companion: None
Relationship Status: None
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Description
Physical: She stares up at you with big gold eyes her long royal blue hair coiled up and placed into a complicated knot in the back of her head. She wears a traditional kimono, usually pale blue with silver butterflies flitting across the edges. Her complexion is very pale as if she doesn't go out in the sun alot
Emotional: Is very shy and is given to stuttering if she feels nervous. Is quick to apologize even if things are not her fault. She is very goodnatured and does not anger easily but when she does watch out. She is a firm believer in the old ways.
Background: She was the six child of a family of eight. One day a pack of villagers came and burned her house down calling her family a bunch of witches but she managed to escape with only singed eyebrows and cltohes. She quickly hopped into the lake to escape the mop of villagers but realizing to late she couldn't swim and was left for dead. There was a kind stranger named Misaki-chi who saved her and she has been faithful to her ever since. Even though now she knows that her Mistress is evil she will be loyal to her always and is dubbed 'Her Handler'.
Sample RP: "H... here kitty, kitty." She looked helplessly up at the cat in the tree and opened her arms out to the kitten. "Please come down mr. cat," she asked in her small voice before fiddling with the edge of her sleeve. "I know we can find you a good home." She sighs seeing the kitten isn't budging before she tries to climb up a tree only to fall on her little tush.
Gender: Female
Age: sixteen
Race: youkai
Side: Nuetral
Time Period: Fuedal Era
Class: Drugist
Powers: None except the power of medicine and poison
Abilities/Techniques: to make any poison or healing potion as an expert marksmen.
Default Abilities: has a dagger up her sleeve and a poison butterfly hairpin she can attack people with
Weakness: Peoples disapproval of her and tears
Weapon: drugs, hairpin, dagger
Human Transformation: none
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Family: All died in a fire.
Animal Companion: None
Relationship Status: None
************
Description
Physical: She stares up at you with big gold eyes her long royal blue hair coiled up and placed into a complicated knot in the back of her head. She wears a traditional kimono, usually pale blue with silver butterflies flitting across the edges. Her complexion is very pale as if she doesn't go out in the sun alot
Emotional: Is very shy and is given to stuttering if she feels nervous. Is quick to apologize even if things are not her fault. She is very goodnatured and does not anger easily but when she does watch out. She is a firm believer in the old ways.
Background: She was the six child of a family of eight. One day a pack of villagers came and burned her house down calling her family a bunch of witches but she managed to escape with only singed eyebrows and cltohes. She quickly hopped into the lake to escape the mop of villagers but realizing to late she couldn't swim and was left for dead. There was a kind stranger named Misaki-chi who saved her and she has been faithful to her ever since. Even though now she knows that her Mistress is evil she will be loyal to her always and is dubbed 'Her Handler'.
Sample RP: "H... here kitty, kitty." She looked helplessly up at the cat in the tree and opened her arms out to the kitten. "Please come down mr. cat," she asked in her small voice before fiddling with the edge of her sleeve. "I know we can find you a good home." She sighs seeing the kitten isn't budging before she tries to climb up a tree only to fall on her little tush.
