Post by Angeltsuki on Apr 13, 2008 0:27:46 GMT -5
Name: Pixie
Alias/Nickname: Pix
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality:Pixie is twisted and sadistic; she can be gentle when she wants; she is normally quiet and reserved, but once she starts there isn't an end until she says so; She is curious; She's seen as an enigma
Appearance: Pixie is thin but has noticeable curves; She has ankle length straight black hair, nose length bangs; She has porcelain pale skin, silvery scars on her wrists, hips, and waist; Her eyes are gray with slits; Her ears are pointed; Her nails are stained a blood red; Her lips are tinged permanent red; She wears a plain white gown
Relations: None
Species: Kitsune Youkai (fox demon)
Powers: Pixie can throw any element; She has superb senses and strength
Weaknesses: Pixie has sensitive hearing and smell
History: Growing up Pixie was overly curious and often got into trouble. This was her downfall in life. She had gotten involved in the wrong things. She began to cut at the age of 10 when her father died. Pixie was put away by her mother after she found out 3 years later. Her mother died from a nervous breakdown 6 months later. Since then Pixie has resided in the Asylum. At first all she did was cause problems for the doctors and nurses. She didn't trust them, not after the way they handled her and refused to allow her release. Later she grew to despise the color white, and let her dark colored hair grow as long as it could without her stepping on it. From there Pixie decided to use her hair as a curtain. She got use to the treatment of the doctors and nurses. Whether they were rough, inappropriate, or the occasional kind. Pixie refused to talk with them. And she refused to talk to certain people at all. She found a way to still cut herself in her room, but refused to tell her 'care-takers' how. They locked her up for a month in one of the lock down rooms, and to her those were glorious days. Pixie grew more distant, but still got visitors. She still get visitors for some reason, to people she's an enigma.
Sample post for this character: Pixie looked at the nurses' shadows that could be seen at the bottom of the door to her room. She glared at all of them, they had recently come and repainted her room when she was in the shower. She had began to grow fond of the chipping paint.
'Stupid people. Don't they know that the walls were grey before they painted the walls white.', she thought angrily.
"You know nothing.", she said to the air, hoping one of the staff would hear and be pained.
Alas she knew better. They were too stuck up to care anyways.
Other characters: None
Alias/Nickname: Pix
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality:Pixie is twisted and sadistic; she can be gentle when she wants; she is normally quiet and reserved, but once she starts there isn't an end until she says so; She is curious; She's seen as an enigma
Appearance: Pixie is thin but has noticeable curves; She has ankle length straight black hair, nose length bangs; She has porcelain pale skin, silvery scars on her wrists, hips, and waist; Her eyes are gray with slits; Her ears are pointed; Her nails are stained a blood red; Her lips are tinged permanent red; She wears a plain white gown
Relations: None
Species: Kitsune Youkai (fox demon)
Powers: Pixie can throw any element; She has superb senses and strength
Weaknesses: Pixie has sensitive hearing and smell
History: Growing up Pixie was overly curious and often got into trouble. This was her downfall in life. She had gotten involved in the wrong things. She began to cut at the age of 10 when her father died. Pixie was put away by her mother after she found out 3 years later. Her mother died from a nervous breakdown 6 months later. Since then Pixie has resided in the Asylum. At first all she did was cause problems for the doctors and nurses. She didn't trust them, not after the way they handled her and refused to allow her release. Later she grew to despise the color white, and let her dark colored hair grow as long as it could without her stepping on it. From there Pixie decided to use her hair as a curtain. She got use to the treatment of the doctors and nurses. Whether they were rough, inappropriate, or the occasional kind. Pixie refused to talk with them. And she refused to talk to certain people at all. She found a way to still cut herself in her room, but refused to tell her 'care-takers' how. They locked her up for a month in one of the lock down rooms, and to her those were glorious days. Pixie grew more distant, but still got visitors. She still get visitors for some reason, to people she's an enigma.
Sample post for this character: Pixie looked at the nurses' shadows that could be seen at the bottom of the door to her room. She glared at all of them, they had recently come and repainted her room when she was in the shower. She had began to grow fond of the chipping paint.
'Stupid people. Don't they know that the walls were grey before they painted the walls white.', she thought angrily.
"You know nothing.", she said to the air, hoping one of the staff would hear and be pained.
Alas she knew better. They were too stuck up to care anyways.
Other characters: None