Post by GOOT on Jun 23, 2007 21:07:44 GMT -5
Name : I am Aiyana Alsoomse
Nicknames : I wish to be called, "Kimi."
Age : I am 16, but I have never learned to drive a machine.
Gender: I am female. I also believe there are certain duties that females specifically must do.
Years of riding : I've ridden forever, since before I remember. But some of the things done here are very new to me. I am a rider of a different sort.
Appearance: Her eyes look dark and apprehensive, darting around and taking in everything. They have a confused and concerned glance to them, deep and tumultuous. Her eyebrows accent them and together eye and brow can be read to portray her every emotion. Her nose, curved and carved, seems to lengthen her face. Mouth is set and rarely moves, the color of pink pesticide-dusted carnations. Jet-black hair pushed behind her ears via a headband, it appears ruffled and unbrushed though she spends much time tending it. Her face is long, and with chiseled features and a wiry physique, she is petite, thin, and pliable. Though her muscles seem wiry, speed and agility is more important than strength. Sun exposure has turned her skin tanned, and her hands are dry. She seems foreign, though of what nationality no one can be sure. Her accent carries the gutteral twang of German, but many times it sounds too sweet and French. Furthermore, it seems to change depending on what mood she is in. With dark, long hair and a smooth face, it would hint Japanese, but her facial features are much to long to have direct Asian ancestry and too chiseled to be Italian.
Her clothes seem very uncomfortable to her, evident in the way she walks and moves. She wears only a clean and pressed white tee-shirt at the beginning of the day, and as time goes on it becomes discolored and unkempt. Rather than wearing breeches, she chooses jeans, wearing in the normal places--paler and fibrous around the knees and tattered along the cuff. Her boots have no heel, and are surprisingly supple to the touch. Most rational people would wear steel-toed boots around shod horses, but hers provide no protection against a stamping hoof. They are soft, and as pliable as she is. They show one of her many personal quirks.
Style : She does not listen to bands and concerts, but likes to go out in the early morning and hear the bird's "Symphony at Sunrise" and converse with the babbling brook. She has a special sympathy and drawing toward nature, and that's where all her style and passion lies. No music concerts, no fashion statements, no shopping, no make-up. She does nothing that the stereotypical girl would do.
Personality: She's terribly tense, and terribly alert. Flighty; she will take off at almost any small fear. Perhaps she is paranoid, perhaps she fears the worst. It seems she is always dwelling on some sort of danger, and if not, voicing a risk. These frightened ''little-girl'' thoughts hide behind sharp, cold eyes. No one is to know her subliminal fears, no one is to know her paranoia. But somehow, it always manages to slip out. This also brings to mind her overactive imagination. With all of these seemingly groundless fears, an overactive mind thinks the worst. Though she is highly intelligent, it would be a shame to see its brilliance put into an assylum for conversing with trees and creeks and the sun.
Her skills of observance help calm her a great deal, and they reveal in her a side of great patience and calculation. She is a cautious individual, always buckling her seat belt and looking both ways whenever she steps into the street. For someone who wears soft shoes, it seems she doesn't leave much to chance. Furthermore, she is very reserved. Anyone she gets close to, by exposing her true emotions, is a hazard she does not feel comfortable taking. She tries very hard to keep her face unreadable, but it never seems to work and her true emotions speak in miens louder than words. She beats around the bush, dodges direct questions whenever possible, and will infuriate neighbors with her lack of information. She prefers to know the neighbors very well, but they can't seem to be accepted to know her.
Often, she seems confused; Perplexed. Once a determined individual, she is now unsure of herself, and wonders if everything she does is worth it. Though it does not often show above her thoughts, she is an undecided person, wondering and second-guessing her actions. There is always the thought of whether or not it is worth it to stay in the valley, to just give in and give up. After all, they feed you at home.
History: I am uncomfortable revealing that sort of information. But I was born, and I was raised by parents. Like everyone else, I have two--A mother and a father. I loved horses from a young age, especially our pintos. And then I worked. Simple as that, you will need to know no more. Or will you?
Reserved and paranoid, how do you know that this little show of annoyance to your probing is all there is? How could one possibly force out the full story from her? There was a history more than this, wasn't there? Like the reasons she is so paranoid? The reason she wears soft shoes, and why her clothes don't fit her correctly? The reason she is 16 and doesn't live with her parents? The reason she refuses to step into a house that an animal does not live in? She couldn't just have dropped from the sky in the full form she was today. There is more to her story than she lets on. Her many clues will piece her true past together.
Accommodation : Can I RP, and figure out where she fits to?
Nicknames : I wish to be called, "Kimi."
Age : I am 16, but I have never learned to drive a machine.
Gender: I am female. I also believe there are certain duties that females specifically must do.
Years of riding : I've ridden forever, since before I remember. But some of the things done here are very new to me. I am a rider of a different sort.
Appearance: Her eyes look dark and apprehensive, darting around and taking in everything. They have a confused and concerned glance to them, deep and tumultuous. Her eyebrows accent them and together eye and brow can be read to portray her every emotion. Her nose, curved and carved, seems to lengthen her face. Mouth is set and rarely moves, the color of pink pesticide-dusted carnations. Jet-black hair pushed behind her ears via a headband, it appears ruffled and unbrushed though she spends much time tending it. Her face is long, and with chiseled features and a wiry physique, she is petite, thin, and pliable. Though her muscles seem wiry, speed and agility is more important than strength. Sun exposure has turned her skin tanned, and her hands are dry. She seems foreign, though of what nationality no one can be sure. Her accent carries the gutteral twang of German, but many times it sounds too sweet and French. Furthermore, it seems to change depending on what mood she is in. With dark, long hair and a smooth face, it would hint Japanese, but her facial features are much to long to have direct Asian ancestry and too chiseled to be Italian.
Her clothes seem very uncomfortable to her, evident in the way she walks and moves. She wears only a clean and pressed white tee-shirt at the beginning of the day, and as time goes on it becomes discolored and unkempt. Rather than wearing breeches, she chooses jeans, wearing in the normal places--paler and fibrous around the knees and tattered along the cuff. Her boots have no heel, and are surprisingly supple to the touch. Most rational people would wear steel-toed boots around shod horses, but hers provide no protection against a stamping hoof. They are soft, and as pliable as she is. They show one of her many personal quirks.
Style : She does not listen to bands and concerts, but likes to go out in the early morning and hear the bird's "Symphony at Sunrise" and converse with the babbling brook. She has a special sympathy and drawing toward nature, and that's where all her style and passion lies. No music concerts, no fashion statements, no shopping, no make-up. She does nothing that the stereotypical girl would do.
Personality: She's terribly tense, and terribly alert. Flighty; she will take off at almost any small fear. Perhaps she is paranoid, perhaps she fears the worst. It seems she is always dwelling on some sort of danger, and if not, voicing a risk. These frightened ''little-girl'' thoughts hide behind sharp, cold eyes. No one is to know her subliminal fears, no one is to know her paranoia. But somehow, it always manages to slip out. This also brings to mind her overactive imagination. With all of these seemingly groundless fears, an overactive mind thinks the worst. Though she is highly intelligent, it would be a shame to see its brilliance put into an assylum for conversing with trees and creeks and the sun.
Her skills of observance help calm her a great deal, and they reveal in her a side of great patience and calculation. She is a cautious individual, always buckling her seat belt and looking both ways whenever she steps into the street. For someone who wears soft shoes, it seems she doesn't leave much to chance. Furthermore, she is very reserved. Anyone she gets close to, by exposing her true emotions, is a hazard she does not feel comfortable taking. She tries very hard to keep her face unreadable, but it never seems to work and her true emotions speak in miens louder than words. She beats around the bush, dodges direct questions whenever possible, and will infuriate neighbors with her lack of information. She prefers to know the neighbors very well, but they can't seem to be accepted to know her.
Often, she seems confused; Perplexed. Once a determined individual, she is now unsure of herself, and wonders if everything she does is worth it. Though it does not often show above her thoughts, she is an undecided person, wondering and second-guessing her actions. There is always the thought of whether or not it is worth it to stay in the valley, to just give in and give up. After all, they feed you at home.
History: I am uncomfortable revealing that sort of information. But I was born, and I was raised by parents. Like everyone else, I have two--A mother and a father. I loved horses from a young age, especially our pintos. And then I worked. Simple as that, you will need to know no more. Or will you?
Reserved and paranoid, how do you know that this little show of annoyance to your probing is all there is? How could one possibly force out the full story from her? There was a history more than this, wasn't there? Like the reasons she is so paranoid? The reason she wears soft shoes, and why her clothes don't fit her correctly? The reason she is 16 and doesn't live with her parents? The reason she refuses to step into a house that an animal does not live in? She couldn't just have dropped from the sky in the full form she was today. There is more to her story than she lets on. Her many clues will piece her true past together.
Accommodation : Can I RP, and figure out where she fits to?