Username: KumariDurga
Character Name: Trouble
Race: Fairy- Fire Pixy
Age: 111
Birthday (optional): 23 May
Height: 1’3, appears 6’9
Weight (optional): 6 lbs.
Eyes: Cobalt blue
Hair: Plum purple, worn in ringlets
Unusual Features: Elf ears, pierced many times; eyebrow piercing, gold post with ruby heart studs; butterfly wings seemingly formed of flames of every colour.
Affiliation: Neutral.
Rank: Rankless.
Relatives (optional): None.
Appearance: A lithe, if not emaciated waif of a girl, certainly not yet into her twenties, although not a child either. She stands high in a crowd of humans or dwarves, but blends quite naturally with the more magical of sorts, in regards to height at least. Vividly purple hair, tuned to the hue of plum falls in tight ringlets, spouting from under a petite top hat, decorated with all manners of lace and frill.
Her naturally milky white skin is always painted to the nines, powdered to porcelain perfection, her cheeks rouged in crisp circles. Baubles, bangles and bells drip from her, their soft chimes seeming to cut through any din, hanging in the air even after her exit. Candies always seem to be at hand, from sugared ginger to bits of peanut brittle, a constant appetite fed by sweetness.
Personality: If one were to find the Font of Knowledge, and imbue it with the emotional stability of a wild fire, one might name it Trouble. A mind so full of faceted facts and tidbits, reason has to date been unable to find a corner to call its own, resulting in a seemingly boundless source of information, at the ready to tell you more than you would ever like to know on the theoretical impracticality scimitar use, or the fastest way to create wide spread Putesco effects, but has, of course, never put her hands on either scenario. Such assured brilliance comes with the almost guaranteed effect- complete apparent mental instability, or eccentricity as some like to call it. While there are few that would label her a lunatic, most are in agreement that not everything is quite right upstairs, but since the vast majority of times she is chipper and cheerful, the fits of manic rage are worth it.
History: Nothing too terribly outstanding to say. A known street stray, intimately familiar with cold nights with damp cobblestone as her pillow (although she will tell anyone that sleeping under bridges is more fun). Out on her own mostly out of necessity, even though where her drunkard parents are in particular isn’t exactly known. Has had experience in brewing, although due to a certain mishap –at no fault of her own- is currently without a still. Notorious for her oddities and constant need to keep moving. May have dabbled in Alchemy.
Weapons: Heart bladed executioner's axe, but rarely has it on her.
Power of Weapon: Cannot be lit on fire or melted.
Other Information: If one were to track the dates and locations of her travels, and check it against the dates of major fires or explosions, one might find that they regularly overlap.
Character Name: Trouble
Race: Fairy- Fire Pixy
Age: 111
Birthday (optional): 23 May
Height: 1’3, appears 6’9
Weight (optional): 6 lbs.
Eyes: Cobalt blue
Hair: Plum purple, worn in ringlets
Unusual Features: Elf ears, pierced many times; eyebrow piercing, gold post with ruby heart studs; butterfly wings seemingly formed of flames of every colour.
Affiliation: Neutral.
Rank: Rankless.
Relatives (optional): None.
Appearance: A lithe, if not emaciated waif of a girl, certainly not yet into her twenties, although not a child either. She stands high in a crowd of humans or dwarves, but blends quite naturally with the more magical of sorts, in regards to height at least. Vividly purple hair, tuned to the hue of plum falls in tight ringlets, spouting from under a petite top hat, decorated with all manners of lace and frill.
Her naturally milky white skin is always painted to the nines, powdered to porcelain perfection, her cheeks rouged in crisp circles. Baubles, bangles and bells drip from her, their soft chimes seeming to cut through any din, hanging in the air even after her exit. Candies always seem to be at hand, from sugared ginger to bits of peanut brittle, a constant appetite fed by sweetness.
Personality: If one were to find the Font of Knowledge, and imbue it with the emotional stability of a wild fire, one might name it Trouble. A mind so full of faceted facts and tidbits, reason has to date been unable to find a corner to call its own, resulting in a seemingly boundless source of information, at the ready to tell you more than you would ever like to know on the theoretical impracticality scimitar use, or the fastest way to create wide spread Putesco effects, but has, of course, never put her hands on either scenario. Such assured brilliance comes with the almost guaranteed effect- complete apparent mental instability, or eccentricity as some like to call it. While there are few that would label her a lunatic, most are in agreement that not everything is quite right upstairs, but since the vast majority of times she is chipper and cheerful, the fits of manic rage are worth it.
History: Nothing too terribly outstanding to say. A known street stray, intimately familiar with cold nights with damp cobblestone as her pillow (although she will tell anyone that sleeping under bridges is more fun). Out on her own mostly out of necessity, even though where her drunkard parents are in particular isn’t exactly known. Has had experience in brewing, although due to a certain mishap –at no fault of her own- is currently without a still. Notorious for her oddities and constant need to keep moving. May have dabbled in Alchemy.
Weapons: Heart bladed executioner's axe, but rarely has it on her.
Power of Weapon: Cannot be lit on fire or melted.
Other Information: If one were to track the dates and locations of her travels, and check it against the dates of major fires or explosions, one might find that they regularly overlap.
