Post by Serenity on Jun 15, 2006 16:24:01 GMT -5
Ae'oko Dresh
16 years old (birthday in early fall)
Female
5'5''
Overall Appearance
Like the shadows she mainly resides in, she is a figure whom is always seen in black. Only a few times before, something light, but for specific reasons...
Though mistaken and taken lightly, none know of the actual strength she poses physically and mentally. Her slender legs always remain hidden beneath jeans, that either bare designs of dark flames, skulls, bands, or even her own artwork. She always keeps her legs hidden, for one reason only...
Upon arriving at her new school, it was shown that she only had about a weeks worth of shirts to wear among her many jeans. A memory she wishes not to re-call, left her with shirts that remain too small or fit just a little too snug. She was fortunate enough to have a few of her regular sized shirts remaining... But still.... Her shirts consist of the same designs of her jeans, but unlike her pants, her shirts have a special touch.
Some say her eyes are the most hypnotizing thing upon her tan complex, for the light, slightly red-tinted chestnuts, have a calm or blank stare when looking upon others. She has never figured out why, but she heard her eyes have a natural beauty that makes people always want to look in them...
Features are well molded and smoothed with gives a clear look of tranquility upon her, which helps greatly among the dark, waist long hair that gleams down her back, followed by streaks of firey red that look like they were set ablaze down her hair.
Still, she has the look of a calm person just wanting a friend. But none have noticed her beauty both inside and out.
Personality/History
Let's just say, Ae'oko is more of a loner than a welcomer. She'll talk when needed, and do what she can. Never mistake her from looks... She could look like she was raised from Hell and that would have never stopped her from helping out another, human or gifted. Though, if you ask her now-a-days, she would prefer to help out her own kind of people, than those whom live average days.
Now, being an adopted child she was raised slightly different than most others. Her mother was from Japan and learned the arts of a Geisha as well as many forms of arts that she had taught Ae'oko. Meanwhile, her father was a caucasion male and taught her how to ride and break wild horses and the ranch they were living on.
Both were strict on her, and her ways of greeting people were mixed at points. It would go from the traditional way her father taught her, which would be a basic hand-shake and hello, to the ways of proper Japanese lady would greet others.
Now, with this kind of family, you would expect her to be perfect and happy all the time. But soon, things fell apart.
Around the time she turned fourteen, she was sitting outside in the front of her home, drawing a picture of everything as far as she could see, leaning her back against an oak. As she was sketching, she remembered looking up and hearing some kids calling her name. Turning, she watched as they came running towards her, greeting her like as if they knew her. All she did was pushed her pale lips into a smile, waving back at them. Then, all she could remember were bits and pieces.
One of the kids thrashed a stone into the back of her head, causing her pad to flow out beside her, blood blotched all over it. Another grabbed ahold of her arms, while one got a good blow into her stomach. She fell to the floor, gasping for breath as tears of pain mixed with the blood from her cuts, slowly dripping into the ground. Just when one was about to kick her again, her eyes hardened into that of a beast, which sprang to life as it engulfed her form, trashing out and destroying those whom hurt her.....
The many forms of beasts entered her, and soon after, she found a pool of darkness swelled into her mind, body, and soul. It wouldn't go away, and now, remained permanent.
After a few months, she found another male like her and the computer. He told her of a boarding school he used to go to and said she would be safe since know many knew of her 'gift'. It was then, she packed up and fled, only leaving a note to say her last good-bye to her parents...
Even as she journeyed, people continued treating her wrong. Before she was average. Dark hair, dark eyes, basic being. Now she had permanent marks that bore into her hair, bright eyes with faint red-tints among light hues of brown, and a soul that cried. People tormented her all the way as her journey began. Some girl got into her bag, stealing some of her shirts and other belongs, while a male went in and found one of the knife pockets she owned and tried to use it on her....
Let's just say, at least getting away and coming to a safer place was the top notch in her life.
For now.
Abilities
Can become anthropomorphic, trains within Dark Arts
Weakness
Light
Sexuality
Straight
16 years old (birthday in early fall)
Female
5'5''
Overall Appearance
Like the shadows she mainly resides in, she is a figure whom is always seen in black. Only a few times before, something light, but for specific reasons...
Though mistaken and taken lightly, none know of the actual strength she poses physically and mentally. Her slender legs always remain hidden beneath jeans, that either bare designs of dark flames, skulls, bands, or even her own artwork. She always keeps her legs hidden, for one reason only...
Upon arriving at her new school, it was shown that she only had about a weeks worth of shirts to wear among her many jeans. A memory she wishes not to re-call, left her with shirts that remain too small or fit just a little too snug. She was fortunate enough to have a few of her regular sized shirts remaining... But still.... Her shirts consist of the same designs of her jeans, but unlike her pants, her shirts have a special touch.
Some say her eyes are the most hypnotizing thing upon her tan complex, for the light, slightly red-tinted chestnuts, have a calm or blank stare when looking upon others. She has never figured out why, but she heard her eyes have a natural beauty that makes people always want to look in them...
Features are well molded and smoothed with gives a clear look of tranquility upon her, which helps greatly among the dark, waist long hair that gleams down her back, followed by streaks of firey red that look like they were set ablaze down her hair.
Still, she has the look of a calm person just wanting a friend. But none have noticed her beauty both inside and out.
Personality/History
Let's just say, Ae'oko is more of a loner than a welcomer. She'll talk when needed, and do what she can. Never mistake her from looks... She could look like she was raised from Hell and that would have never stopped her from helping out another, human or gifted. Though, if you ask her now-a-days, she would prefer to help out her own kind of people, than those whom live average days.
Now, being an adopted child she was raised slightly different than most others. Her mother was from Japan and learned the arts of a Geisha as well as many forms of arts that she had taught Ae'oko. Meanwhile, her father was a caucasion male and taught her how to ride and break wild horses and the ranch they were living on.
Both were strict on her, and her ways of greeting people were mixed at points. It would go from the traditional way her father taught her, which would be a basic hand-shake and hello, to the ways of proper Japanese lady would greet others.
Now, with this kind of family, you would expect her to be perfect and happy all the time. But soon, things fell apart.
Around the time she turned fourteen, she was sitting outside in the front of her home, drawing a picture of everything as far as she could see, leaning her back against an oak. As she was sketching, she remembered looking up and hearing some kids calling her name. Turning, she watched as they came running towards her, greeting her like as if they knew her. All she did was pushed her pale lips into a smile, waving back at them. Then, all she could remember were bits and pieces.
One of the kids thrashed a stone into the back of her head, causing her pad to flow out beside her, blood blotched all over it. Another grabbed ahold of her arms, while one got a good blow into her stomach. She fell to the floor, gasping for breath as tears of pain mixed with the blood from her cuts, slowly dripping into the ground. Just when one was about to kick her again, her eyes hardened into that of a beast, which sprang to life as it engulfed her form, trashing out and destroying those whom hurt her.....
The many forms of beasts entered her, and soon after, she found a pool of darkness swelled into her mind, body, and soul. It wouldn't go away, and now, remained permanent.
After a few months, she found another male like her and the computer. He told her of a boarding school he used to go to and said she would be safe since know many knew of her 'gift'. It was then, she packed up and fled, only leaving a note to say her last good-bye to her parents...
Even as she journeyed, people continued treating her wrong. Before she was average. Dark hair, dark eyes, basic being. Now she had permanent marks that bore into her hair, bright eyes with faint red-tints among light hues of brown, and a soul that cried. People tormented her all the way as her journey began. Some girl got into her bag, stealing some of her shirts and other belongs, while a male went in and found one of the knife pockets she owned and tried to use it on her....
Let's just say, at least getting away and coming to a safer place was the top notch in her life.
For now.
Abilities
Can become anthropomorphic, trains within Dark Arts
Weakness
Light
Sexuality
Straight
Wow...just writing that made me stop to think, lol