 Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 8:05 pm
Doom Prophetess presentsThe Rookie  Ҝαєlια ✖ ɫяιѕ ✖ Ħяαfи❝ The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. ❞
X X X X X X X X X ∂σωη тσ в α ѕ ι c ѕ
【 ☪ - - ρlєαsє, cαll мє 】 Iris
【 ☪ - - ιf yσu cσuldи'т тєll 】 Female
【 ☪ - - σиly α иuмвєя 】 23
【 ☪ - - gιммє тнσsє ρяєsєитs! 】 August 27th
X X X X X X X X X ℓєт's gєт ρ є я s σ η α ℓ
【 ☪ - - σи тнє suяfαcє 】
Iris is very striking, with long (waist length) white hair and violet eyes. She had bangs that frame her pixie-like face and narrow jawline. Her eyes, though startling, often seem deep and expressionless. Other times they seem to be windows into her very heart. Her lips are full and a deep red color, that don't need any color enhancement of any type. Her skin is pale, with a pinkish hue to it that accentuates her eyes, which are almond shaped and ringed with thick lashes. She has strong eyebrows and cheekbones that hint at Nordic descent, yet a pleasently narrow face.
Her body is slim and voluptuous, with taught muscles that seem ready to spring at any moment. In this way she seems catlike, even at her most relaxed moments she is tense. She moves with a catlike grace, quiet and calm. She has small narrow feet and dainty hands. Her arms are slim, but muscular and strong, and could easily crush someone's hands in her own. She is not curvy, but because of her narrow waist Iris seems to have a larger waist than she actually does.
Iris likes to wear clothing that fits her, that accentuate her body without drawing attention to it. She tends to dress on the conservative side, prefering form-fitting clothes that cover her fully. Jeans and a T-shirt are her favorite outfits, although she does have dressier clothes she prefers not to wear them.
【 ☪ - - вєyσиd тнє мιяяσя 】
Iris tends to be a nice person, albit a little sarcastic at times. She is easy going and fairly laid back, but can me fierce and mean when it is called for. She is not usually emotional, nor does she show sadness in any usual circumstances, unless the person she is confiding in is someone she truses explicitly. She is a very complex person, with many needs and desires that she wants satisfied as soon as possible. But she also has amazing restraint, and can be quite reserved. She is quiet.
She can be manipulative, as can most females, but Iris has a calculative manipulation about her that is almost.... methodical. She can, at times, have sadistic tendencies, but usually only with a reason, and usually that reason is revenge for a sadistic attack on herself.
【 ☪ - - dιsтαит мємσяιєs 】
For as long as Iris could remember, she’d been alone. She didn’t remember her parents, or what happened to them on that fateful day that she was abandoned, but the story shall be told.
Iris was born on the 27th of August, to her parents Charliene and Stephen in a little town in the Swiss Alps. They lived a modest life, neither rich nor poor, somewhere in the middle, scraping by with what they had. He was a metal smith and she was a tailor in this little backwater town that seemed to have come right out of a 1950’s movie. No one really knows what happened that fateful day, when Iris was only three, but a fire broke out in the metal smith’s shop and spread rapidly throughout the town, catching buildings on fire and quickly disintegrating them. Iris had wandered away from her mother and was sitting in a nearby meadow playing with the very flowers that had been her namesake when the fire ran through the town. It killed everyone.
Iris was young, but able to survive in the mild Swiss climate, living day to day till she was about 6 when she was taken in by a family. They were the only family that she ever knew and stayed with them till she was 16, when they did her the disservice of marrying her off like she was a slave. While she was there, she learned much. They were by no means rich, but could afford some comforts of life and took advantage of those. But she was quiet and reserved her whole life. They wondered if it was just her, or if something unspoken in her past had made her become this way…..
She always felt alone, even in the midst of her stepfamily. She felt like there was no escape. When her family married her off, Iris decided to take matters into her own hands and run, to run from everything that had even held her back and tied her down. It was one of the most difficult decisions of her life, but she knew that she had to do it if she was going to survive. She was tired of fighting to survive in those wretched conditions. But no one that she talked to understood her situation. She had a comfortable life, no one understood how she could be so unhappy. And so she ran.
She was taken in by yet another family who cared for her like she was their own daughter. But once again, tragedy was to strike her life, for the third time. She was going on a trip with them when a car struck theirs and killed her surrogate family. She was the sole survivor, and was in the hospital for a month before they let her out. She’d had many blood transfusions and to save her. Unfortunately, these were to be her downfall. When she was 23 she died of AIDS via the HIV virus given to her through the transfusions.
Iris awoke in a flurry of activity, feeling rather confused and alone. She sat up on the edge of the bed and swung her legs over so that her feet rested on the floor. When she tested her weight on them, she was surprised to find that she could stand quite easily and swung up to her feet, just as a rather young male doctor rushed into the room. She hadn’t seen him before, and watched with curiosity as he brushed right past her and to the bed. Another man came in the room and grabbed her hand. “Come quick,” he said, and pulled her off the bed. He yanked her out the door and down the hall. “We weren’t expecting you to wake up so soon.” They stopped outside the fire escape. “I’m going to have to put you under for a few more hours. When you wake up, you’ll know exactly what’s going on.” He didn’t leave any room for questions, and before she knew what he was doing, she was asleep. Or dead. She wasn’t really sure which. Ten minutes ago she had been so sick she could barely walk with assistance. Now, she was running down hallways like it was no body’s business. She felt young again.
When she awoke for the second time, she was in a crowd of unfamiliar faces. Except one. She reached out for the man that she had seen in the hospital. “Is it true then?” she asked as she clasped his hand. “Yes,” he replied. “It is true. You are now one of what is called Revenant’s Elite.” He explained everything that she would need to know. “So, what do I do now?” Iris asked blunty.
“I don’t know. You tell me, Rookie. The future is yours….”
X X X X X X X X X тнє ℓ ι т т ℓ є тнιηgs
【 ☪ - - נusт cαи'т gєт єиσugн 】
Θ - Men
Θ - Motorcycles
Θ - Books
Θ - Thunderstorms
Θ - Spicy Food
【 ☪ - - кєєρ тнσsє αωαy 】
❖ - Spiders
❖ - Fog/Drizzle
❖ - Blisters
❖ - Creepers
❖ - Heartbreak
【 ☪ - - αиyтнιиg вuт тнαт! 】
◈ - Complete Darkness
◈ - Drowning
◈ - Enclosed Spaces
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【 ☪ - - вy тнє ωαy... 】 Iris is extremely strong willed and tries her hardest to succeed. Her morals are slightly twisted, and she doesn't always adhere to the 'right side' if she disagrees with what is being done. She knows that more often than not, the right side can become the wrong side. And because of her mixed past, she tends to feel for the underdog.
【 ☪ - - cαи'т sтσρ тнє вєαт 】 Unbound (The Wild Ride) - Avenged Sevenfold
【 ☪ - - σvєя тнє яαιивσω 】 Posting Color: sgi Beet, Color1: Indian Red, Color2: sgi Chartreuse, Color3: Gold 1, Color4: sgi Slate Blue
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