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 Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 2:09 pm
Info: Its modern times! And.. the reincarnations of mugen jin and fuu find eachother. Of course they do history always repeats itself.
Mugen:
Jin:
Fuu: Ulveldriss faeryl
Madeups allowed. They're needed lol. No Marysues!
Made-ups:_-indigo_blast-_
Name: Amaya
Gaian Name: _-indigo_blast-_
Age: 17
Sex: F
Sexuality: straight
Good or Evil? not sure yet.
Occupation: part-time waitress, part-time struggling artist, part-time student
Physical Appearance: she has a layered shoulder length black hair, usually up in some sort of bun or in a ponytail or just left down all messed up, she has a pale complexion, dark brown eyes and a frail body structure. Her most noticeable mark is a tattoo on the back of her neck which she has had since birth.
Personality: she works well under pressure, she tries to be laid-back but fails miserably, she envies people who don't have a care in the world, she is her own worst critic, she always finds time to paint and sketch, she is usually pretty quiet.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 4:41 pm
well here's my made-up character from before.
Name: Amaya
Gaian Name: _-indigo_blast-_
Age: 17
Sex: F
Sexuality: straight
Good or Evil? not sure yet.
Occupation: part-time waitress, part-time struggling artist, part-time student
Physical Appearance: she has a layered shoulder length black hair, usually up in some sort of bun or in a ponytail or just left down all messed up, she has a pale complexion, dark brown eyes and a frail body structure. Her most noticeable mark is a tattoo on the back of her neck which she has had since birth.
Personality: she works well under pressure, she tries to be laid-back but fails miserably, she envies people who don't have a care in the world, she is her own worst critic, she always finds time to paint and sketch, she is usually pretty quiet.
if there's a need of a principle character, i would gladly take the role. i love those pictures btw. awesome. yup yup. quite awesome indeed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 5:47 pm
Amaya desperately tried to keep her hair in place as she walked back to the kitchen carrying an armfull of dinner plates. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead when she confronted the towering dishwasher, most commonly known as "Plate Hell". Wiping her damp forehead with one part of her sleeve that wasn't wet or dirty, she trudged back in the restaurant to gather the eviscerated remains of a gourmet dinner and tried not to hear a drunkard's comment about her derriere.
She hated weekends. It was the time for decent human beings to shed their civility for sake and other intoxicating muses. Where the beasts came out to prey on the innocent only to become humans once more after Sunday's moon has set. She longed for her abandoned sketching coal and a blank slate. Her fingers were twitching, evident of her daydreaming fantasy.
It may not seem to be a good idea to be fantasizing at the moment, for she was carrying a tray of a pitcher and glasses and thus her involuntary movements caused the whole tray to topple over, leaving her dazed and momentarily doused with water and glass fragments.
I hate weekends... she thought.
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