Post by Emille on Jul 17, 2010 0:04:51 GMT -5
We were young;;
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[/center][/font] Do you really want to live forever?
With a smile, we were born. Well adjusted children, slowly aging;;
Here's a little about me..
[/font]Here's a little about me..
--- But you can call me Emmy, Mel, E
--- I've been around for three summers.
--- And I was born on the 21st of June
--- Last time I checked I was female
--- I am 152.4 tall, and I weigh 145 pounds.
--- I prefer male as my partners.
--- You may notice that I am a Quietus.
--- Hey, I'm able to have children.
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Born of age, replace our youth with logic. Then slowly the child, that child, is tragic;;
How you will recognize me..
[/font]How you will recognize me..
--- My markings can be found on my face and neck.
--- I have a graceful form.
--- If you look in to my eyes you'll notice they're green, rimmed in blue with a round pupil.
--- My pads are pink
--- And my tongue, teeth and gums are what we could call normal. Normal tongue, normal teeth, normal gums.
--- wouldn't call them deformities, but on my body I have a slight limp when I walk, due to a badly healed back leg.
--- Ouch, I've got many scars along my neck and face.
--- I'm cursed with Antisocial Personality Disorder and Anankasticism
--- To you, I probably sound like leave’s being gently tossed by the wind on a cool, autumn breeze. Very quiet and soft.
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With the progression of, an obsession with time. Make it mine, to say Goodbye;;
Everybody has a personality...
[/font]Everybody has a personality...
--- The Good;; Emille, is to say, quite kind. Being a Quuietus, she has taken on a well trait of being able to listen very well. In her heart, she is kind, but she outs off as timid and cautious. She can be described as gentle and harmless.
--- The Bad;; While she is calm and collected, she is very, very timid around others and when frightened, can and normally will have a very short temper, which includes snapping and running off at the mouth.
--- The Dirty;; To her, mating/etc is a course of nature, and has never really attached to anyone in any form. Though, even when doubting, she has a heart that simply longs for another, but she isn’t afraid of being alone.
The sound of bird calls
Running
Watching nature do it’s course
Before, horseplaying with her brother
Being alone
--- I'm not fond of:
Shouting
Selfish others
Murder for fun
The V i p e r i a l
--- I have a few quirks and habits:
Clicking my tongue
Shifting from foot to foot
Scoffing
Snorting
Smirking
--- My strengths would probably be:
Good listener
Adaptive
Independent
--- My weaknesses would probably be:
Anti-social
Too cautious
Easily bored
--- Shh, I have a secret:
My brother was killed a year ago. He is still with me, and I am on the hunt for the one who killed him. I keep it a secret, because it is my mission, and I must do it alone. Plus, no one can know of it; who I am to know the person who finds out could be his killer.
--- I have to admit, I'm afraid of:
Afraid of the dark
NEVER seeing her brother again
--- Hey, I'm proud of my accomplishments, and I'm ashamed of my failures:
Greatest goal: finding her brother’s killer.
Greatest failure: Letting down her parents and packmates.
(At least one of each. Tell us of their greatest goal or failure in life so far)
--- Oh, and you should probably know that: Nothing.
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You're only a moment away, a severed dream to live. Well, nights like these it strikes me, I could only quit breathing;;
My past is a window..
[/font]My past is a window..
Maya is alive, and But Emille doesn’t know where she is. Does not exist on the site
Abel is alive, and Whereabouts are unknown: he’s a nomad.
--- I was born along side:
Lucas
My brother, Lucas is deceased, and follows Emille, allowing her to communicate with him, even in his death.
--- Other significant people in my life are/were:
Parents
--- I would have to say my best memory so far is:
Before her brother died, playing together in their den, with their mother hunting and their father visiting for the summer. Best memory, because it was before everything fell apart.
--- I would have to say my worst memory so far is:
Her brothers death; she feels she let his killer get away. Plus, the image of his dead body still burns in the back of her mind.
--- Let me tell you a story about myself:
Emille wasn’t born too far from here. She, her brother, and parents were quite a happy little bunch. Even though her father traveled continuously and was never really there, she looked up to him and her mother very much. And Lucas was more than her brother; he was her best friend, her constant companion and partner in crime. They did almost everything together, from hunting, bathing, even things that their parents banned them from doing. Bother Emille and Lucas were born as Quietus, but Emille paid more attention towards the dead; Lucas looked and talked here and there. His main attention was the living, not the dead. And Lucas, unlike Emille, was born with the ability to turn off his powers. Emille, sadly, was not, and was cursed with the dark aura surrounding her when she became angry. But their parents never fussed over their abilities; they accepted them. Of course, things do change, and her father began visiting less and less, and her mother grew more cautious and cranky as they grew older. But it was one day in the beginning of winter, when her father had finally arrived for the first time in a long time. It was a fairly timid winter, not too much snow and the whatnots. But of course, that day, the day where Emille was happy and at peace, things happened.
They came out of nowhere; they heard no sounds, smelt no scents. It was like they appeared out of thin air. Emille and Lucas were in the forest, quietly hunting moles for sheer pleasure, when her parent’s voices began to yell for them to run; and then they came. How many there were, Emille didn’t know. She fell first, her vision darkened by blots of colors, her hearing deafened by the screams of her brother on the other side. Someone’s razor sharp paw dug deeply into her neck, too close to her jugular for comfort, cutting off her breathing, and she was unable to move from the massive weight. And just as quickly as they arrived, they left. She lay there, watching them run as she struggled to stand and breathe, her eyes on the fallen white wolf in front of her, his throat slashed and his skull semi-crushed.
Her parents, who were held hostage for merely moments, arrived to find their son dead.
After his death, she stayed for a short time, to heal the back leg she had broken in the tussle. But even before it was considered safe to move her leg, she left her home. And it wasn’t until later, when she began to really look, did she realize her brother had not passed on, and was still with her.
On her journey to find her killer, she arrived here. And this is where the rest of her story will begin.[/ul][/size][/font]
We walk in bright colors, like we were only born to fade away;;
Just a little more..
[/font]Just a little more..
Yes I have :3
--- * If I had to choose a theme song, it would be: Anthem of The Angel, Breaking Benjamin.
--- * I almost forgot!:
NOPE.
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I know, those bright eyes. A reflection of mine, that were slowly fading;;
My loving master..
[/font]My loving master..
Winter
[/center][/size]Age;; 17
Experience;; 5 or more
Characters;; Nope
Aliases;; Winter or anything that comes to everyone else’s minds.
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Character copyright to;; Me
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