Post by Force_Flow on Sept 30, 2007 9:19:06 GMT -5
Name: Auron "Ara" Shyon (Sh*on -silent y in last name-)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Human
Height: 5'10
Weight: Medium weight (I don't know how much 18-year-old-girls weigh)
Personality: Auron is a very witty woman with an outspoken attitude. She is not one to follow order directly, but has a sense of duty and heart that would rival most. She is a bit overconfident outwardly, but knows when she has met her match. She has recently gotten over the barrier of "don't hurt the other guy", and has turned into a good ranged and unarmed combat fighter. Her colleagues think of her as unusual, mostly by her appearance, doubly so for her personality.
Description: She has short red hair with a blonde streak, clear blue eyes, and full lips. Her eyes give her a sneaky look, and she usually carries herself like somebody confident of their abilities. She wears no makeup, considering it quite girly, and usually has her hair in a small ponytail behind her head, with see-through purple fish-eye goggles resting on her head. Her face and clothing are usually smudged by dirt and grease.
Clothing: Based on this, but without the tattoos.
History: Auron grew up in the Empire, and always hated the over-protective laws that held her back each step of the way. Though she knew the Emporer was trying to be nice, she wanted to let him know that he shouldn't suffocate his people. And the only way to do that was to Rebel against him. She knew that this was the only way to make him loosen his grip a bit if he figured out what the real problem was.
RP Sample:
The small part of Ara's mind that was still awake registered that the man carrying her had lay her gently on a soft bed. A blanket was draped over her shoulders, and though half-open eyes, she saw the man sit down in a chair opposite her. He wouldn't take his eyes off of her.
It must have taken her ages to finally wake up. Opening her eyes fully, she grimaced and closed them immediately. Even with the curtains drawn, what little light that poked out of there hurt her eyes. Groaning, she rotated her head slightly to get the circulation going. Opening her eyes again, she blinked. She blinked again.
Her vision was long and narrow, and seemed to turn and twist, throwing her off-balance. She grabbed the covers in a last-ditch effort to save herself from being thrown to the floor, and brought her knees up to her chest, struggling to get up in a sitting position.
It just made her more nauseous, and she gagged, narrowly avoiding an embarrassing display on the floor. She put her legs on the floor and buried her head in her hands. She moaned softly, unaware that the man she had hated for so long was sitting right in front of her.
‘
“Give me the license plate number of the bus that ran me over,” she muttered tightly.
“You took a few hits,” Macrin Marek pointed out from his seat. Ara looked up and squinted at him, hardly believing her eyes. His gaze was steady, but she could see his hands twisting and turning in his lap. “We did all we could to save you, plus a few quick prayers. You should be up in no time.”
Ara looked at him again, uncomprehending. “I took those shots…” she whispered, trying to jerk her memory back into place. “I took ‘em to save you, didn’t I?”
Macrin nodded. “You saved my life,” he said. “And that is a debt that can never be repaid.”
Ara tried to stand, to tell him no, you don’t owe me a penny, but clutched her abdomen as fiery pain burned through it. She cried out and wasn’t even aware that she fell until she saw Macrin at her side, radioing for a medic. “You’ll be fine, Auron, you’ll be fine…”
Before she passed out, a small part of her mind recognized that he had called her by her name…
Credits: 2000
Items: None so far
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Human
Height: 5'10
Weight: Medium weight (I don't know how much 18-year-old-girls weigh)
Personality: Auron is a very witty woman with an outspoken attitude. She is not one to follow order directly, but has a sense of duty and heart that would rival most. She is a bit overconfident outwardly, but knows when she has met her match. She has recently gotten over the barrier of "don't hurt the other guy", and has turned into a good ranged and unarmed combat fighter. Her colleagues think of her as unusual, mostly by her appearance, doubly so for her personality.
Description: She has short red hair with a blonde streak, clear blue eyes, and full lips. Her eyes give her a sneaky look, and she usually carries herself like somebody confident of their abilities. She wears no makeup, considering it quite girly, and usually has her hair in a small ponytail behind her head, with see-through purple fish-eye goggles resting on her head. Her face and clothing are usually smudged by dirt and grease.
Clothing: Based on this, but without the tattoos.
History: Auron grew up in the Empire, and always hated the over-protective laws that held her back each step of the way. Though she knew the Emporer was trying to be nice, she wanted to let him know that he shouldn't suffocate his people. And the only way to do that was to Rebel against him. She knew that this was the only way to make him loosen his grip a bit if he figured out what the real problem was.
RP Sample:
The small part of Ara's mind that was still awake registered that the man carrying her had lay her gently on a soft bed. A blanket was draped over her shoulders, and though half-open eyes, she saw the man sit down in a chair opposite her. He wouldn't take his eyes off of her.
It must have taken her ages to finally wake up. Opening her eyes fully, she grimaced and closed them immediately. Even with the curtains drawn, what little light that poked out of there hurt her eyes. Groaning, she rotated her head slightly to get the circulation going. Opening her eyes again, she blinked. She blinked again.
Her vision was long and narrow, and seemed to turn and twist, throwing her off-balance. She grabbed the covers in a last-ditch effort to save herself from being thrown to the floor, and brought her knees up to her chest, struggling to get up in a sitting position.
It just made her more nauseous, and she gagged, narrowly avoiding an embarrassing display on the floor. She put her legs on the floor and buried her head in her hands. She moaned softly, unaware that the man she had hated for so long was sitting right in front of her.
‘
“Give me the license plate number of the bus that ran me over,” she muttered tightly.
“You took a few hits,” Macrin Marek pointed out from his seat. Ara looked up and squinted at him, hardly believing her eyes. His gaze was steady, but she could see his hands twisting and turning in his lap. “We did all we could to save you, plus a few quick prayers. You should be up in no time.”
Ara looked at him again, uncomprehending. “I took those shots…” she whispered, trying to jerk her memory back into place. “I took ‘em to save you, didn’t I?”
Macrin nodded. “You saved my life,” he said. “And that is a debt that can never be repaid.”
Ara tried to stand, to tell him no, you don’t owe me a penny, but clutched her abdomen as fiery pain burned through it. She cried out and wasn’t even aware that she fell until she saw Macrin at her side, radioing for a medic. “You’ll be fine, Auron, you’ll be fine…”
Before she passed out, a small part of her mind recognized that he had called her by her name…
Credits: 2000
Items: None so far
