!!CHARACTER PROFILE!!
Name: Jewel
Race: Human
Age: 15-17 ish
Height: 5'6
Weight: 109 lbs.
Physical Description: A frail figure; like a little china doll almost. Her skin was a slightly darkened tan in a way, caused by sensistive skin to the sun, yet it was a smooth as Indian silk itself. Her face was like that of any girl; with a small nose and pink lips. Her eyes were a vibrant blue like the sky and contained small flecks of green here and there. These eyes looked out into the world and behind them the tales of her life flew like a maple leaf caught on the wind. these eyes were often blank; her emotion was hidden except for the occassion shadow passing across her mind and eyes. Golden locks covered her head and passed down past her shoulder, drapping onto her back. Her hair was light like the feathers of a bird and shone in the sun like gold. Her fingures were long and elegant; ringed with bands of silver. On her wrists would be a silver bracellete; beautifully carved and given to her by her long lost mother.
Her usual attire was quite simple; a white halter top that showed her exposed belly at times and dark pants with a black belt. Her feet were always bare; rarely would she ever wear shoes. Only several times in her life had she worn even sandals. A simple silver ring would be upon her middle toe. On her head she wore a black fedora/chess hat. It had a nice band of leather circling the base and she was hardly seen with out it. At times she would choose to wear tinted blue glasses to shield her eyes. These she often wore on the bridge of her nose; her ocean blue eyes peering over them. As a final touch; she always wore; and never took off; a silver chain necklace with a small cresant moon pendant. between the moon's two points was a single turquiose star.
Personality: She was a quite one with not much to say. She had little friends and prefered to be solitary most of the time. Her facial expressions were usually blank or mysterious in a sense. yet over an abiding calm resunated from her like a Pacific ocean tide.
Background: A wandering traveling gypsy she was. She traveled the world, exploring and discovering. Family was a foreign word to her; she never knew any. All she had was the silver charm necklace that she knew must have been from her mother. She had seen it all; the northern lights, the deserts, the mountains. She had heard the lonley wolf cry in the night, listened to the birds by day and hear the cicadas sing their song on summer nights.
The reasons for her travels were quite simple. She could never seem to settle in one place for long. Many of the places she came upon didn't keep her for too long. the other reason was that huhman people never took to her well. too strange was her presence in the hostile world they lived in.
Skills: A skilled archery and sharp shooter. She always had a natural sense of aim that was dead acurate and fatal to those she tested it on. Yet she had untapped potential as a warrior; her mind was often cleared from any struggle which made her focus and concentration level high.
Other talents she had were simple ones. These were with animals; art; and the grand piano. Any animal she could understand and tame; like she could read their minds like a forelorn witch of sorts. Jewel had always enjoyed painting if she ever had a chance; peacefully sitting in a field painting he landscape before her was all she needed to be at peace. As for the piano; like her sense of aim; piano came naturally to her. Her favorite things to play were british waltzes and gentle songs at Adagio.
Weapons: Jewel never carried a bow or arrow with her; it was always too much hassel to her. Instead she would carry two small pistols in two holisters attatched to her belt; one at each side of her hip. At times she would use whatever she could get her hands on to defend herself.
Other:
Rumored to own a pet Velociraptor by the name of Pollyana. If this was true; the dinosaur itself was not seen much by the poeple themselves.
"She was a strange one. I had neveer seen anyone like her before. She just came and went like the wind does. Like some kind of sly, mysterious animal of some sort in a way..." - villager
She rang like a bell through the night
Wouldn't you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
Who would take a chance?
Once in a million years a lady like her would rise
Our sweet lady of mystery
You cry for her
But then she's gone
Then your life seems to know no answer
She is like the cat in the dark
But then maybe she's your darkness
She rules her life like a fine sky lark
When the sky is starless
She dances away
Tamberine in hand
Laughter echoing through your mind
Her haunting presence
In the wind
Or the trees
A mere wish she was
A jester for amusement
 ANTI - SHOE · Thu Aug 18, 2005 @ 08:44pm · 1 Comments |
