Post by thegazelle on Jan 1, 2008 17:36:12 GMT -5
YOU:
name: Tiki
age: 17
gender: Female
roleplay experience: 6 years.
YOUR CHARACTER:
name: Emmi Johnson
age: 25
gender: Female
race: Gazelle
still in school: no
family:
Father - Leroy - Deceased
Mother - Beid - Deceased
Twin - Sare - Alive
history:
Emmi and her twin brother, Sare, were born while still under the watchful eye of the scientists. Emmi and her brother came out human faced, nearly normal people. Their legs, however, were digigrade, and their skin was the color of gazelle markings.
Lucky for them they were too young when they were able to finally escape with their parents.
Their first years in the Refuge were fine enough, living a rather normal life. Leroy and Beid died at around the same time, due to heart attacks. Their bodies were not well equipped, and thus, their organs aged a lot faster than they should have. They died within 3 months of each other, leaving the twins at the age of 15. Ever since the twins have lived with each other in the house their parents had picked out.
physical description: Emmi has a human face and torso, with gazelle colored skin and hair. She is bare of any body hair, having only hair on her eyebrows and skull. Her legs are digigrade, ending in hooves. She's about 5'9'', and very lean.
mental description: She's very hard to get to smile. She tends to keep to herself or to her brother. She is socially functional, can carry on a conversation, but more or less keeps to herself and those who want to be with her. Like her animalistic nature, she hates to be alone, preferring to always have another in the room.
roleplay sample:
Blank green eyes stared into the green grass of the yard. The sun was just rising, sending out a beautiful orange glow about the block. She always loved the orange color, reminding of her of a place she had never been and always longed to go.
Her nickname around town was The Gazelle. Her brother, being more social than she was, of course went by his first name. But she was more reclusive, although not anti-social. But it was time for her to stop loafing around; she was ready for her walk.
Emmi crawled out of her bed, watching as the room around her turned from orange to the normal white glow of her white walls. She moved to her closet, grabbing a pair of blue jean shorts out and put them over her body. She then proceeded to take out a white tank top, something that blended in with her belly.
After she was dressed, brushed, and ready, Emmi stepped out into the yard. The dew was beginning already to dry from the grass, which always smelt wonderful this time of year. Her green, near lifeless eyes moved about the block, looking for the stir of any other town members. She couldn’t exactly explain why she was always on the look out, but it was something that her body always did. It was natural, organic. She never fought the urge within her to be observant and vigilant, she allowed instinct to run it’s course.
