Post by Jake on Jul 16, 2009 8:45:52 GMT -5
Name/Alias: Klaire Lorda
Age: 21
Memories: Semi-forgotten, although when key words are brought up, they return to her bit by bit, causing crippling pain.
Religion: Atheist
Personal Philosophy: You have my trust unless you do something to betray it.
Personality: Quiet, normally sitting in the back of the room around people she doesn't know. She acts quite childishly, and is overly-zealous and protective of those near her. She has lived in a testing facility for all her known life, causing her to understand almost nothing of the outside world.
Race/Creature: Genetically modified Human
Date of Birth:July 23rd
Talents/Flaws: Klaire has the ability to turn her arms into any form of melee weapon imaginable, and is able to grow armor and wings at will, making her a deadly force in combat... If she wasn't afraid of blood. She seizes up at the sight of blood, and normally reverts to tears. Because of this, she avoids sharp objects obsessively.
Tattoos/Scars: N/A
Home: N/A
Mental/Physical Illnesses: Fear of Blood.
Occupation: N/A
Hobbies/Interests: Trying to come up with new way to keep herself from seeing blood.
Pick two items you will awaken with in your possession in the City of Animus? You may only pick two, so please think it through: Klaire came through with a briefcase. Inside of the briefcase is approximately 50 syringes, filled with a light blue liquid. A note inside reads "Once Daily". Her second item is a pair of hair chopsticks, which seem to have no real purpose other than hair chopstick purposes. Wonderful. They're a light tan with black kanji swirling up from one end to the other.
Past Life: All of Klaire's remembered life is one of turmoil and agony as she survived in the testing facility. Chemicals were injected into her, and she was tortured to bring out her powers. She remembers that she was brought in at thirteen, but remembers nothing from before then. The death and blood of others in the facility is what caused the phobia she has today. Just recently, they had started giving her a new, light blue chemical, saying that she would die if she didn't have it daily.
Picture: Having lived in a facility her entire known life, Klaire's skin is in need of a good tan. Her eyes are wonderful light blue, seeming to hold the pains of a turmoiled life. Her hair is a brown color, not too dark, not too light, which has streaks of natural blond in it. The hair comes down past her shoulders, but is normally kept in a bun or pony tail, as to keep it from becoming a nuisance. It tends to look a bit unkempt at times, though. Living in a facility can do that, sometimes. She stands around 5'6, and when she's not transformed, she weighs about 126, which is low for her height. She wears a simple T-shirt, which reveals nothing. On the front is a heart, but she normally hides this T-shirt under a plain blue hoodie. Her shoes are normal tennis shoes, and her pants are just a normal pair of blue jeans, nothing extravagant. The strange thing is, her clothes are part of her, able to be bent to her will. This means that if she wants the sleeves on her T-shirt a bit longer, she can do it with a thought.
Age: 21
Memories: Semi-forgotten, although when key words are brought up, they return to her bit by bit, causing crippling pain.
Religion: Atheist
Personal Philosophy: You have my trust unless you do something to betray it.
Personality: Quiet, normally sitting in the back of the room around people she doesn't know. She acts quite childishly, and is overly-zealous and protective of those near her. She has lived in a testing facility for all her known life, causing her to understand almost nothing of the outside world.
Race/Creature: Genetically modified Human
Date of Birth:July 23rd
Talents/Flaws: Klaire has the ability to turn her arms into any form of melee weapon imaginable, and is able to grow armor and wings at will, making her a deadly force in combat... If she wasn't afraid of blood. She seizes up at the sight of blood, and normally reverts to tears. Because of this, she avoids sharp objects obsessively.
Tattoos/Scars: N/A
Home: N/A
Mental/Physical Illnesses: Fear of Blood.
Occupation: N/A
Hobbies/Interests: Trying to come up with new way to keep herself from seeing blood.
Pick two items you will awaken with in your possession in the City of Animus? You may only pick two, so please think it through: Klaire came through with a briefcase. Inside of the briefcase is approximately 50 syringes, filled with a light blue liquid. A note inside reads "Once Daily". Her second item is a pair of hair chopsticks, which seem to have no real purpose other than hair chopstick purposes. Wonderful. They're a light tan with black kanji swirling up from one end to the other.
Past Life: All of Klaire's remembered life is one of turmoil and agony as she survived in the testing facility. Chemicals were injected into her, and she was tortured to bring out her powers. She remembers that she was brought in at thirteen, but remembers nothing from before then. The death and blood of others in the facility is what caused the phobia she has today. Just recently, they had started giving her a new, light blue chemical, saying that she would die if she didn't have it daily.
Picture: Having lived in a facility her entire known life, Klaire's skin is in need of a good tan. Her eyes are wonderful light blue, seeming to hold the pains of a turmoiled life. Her hair is a brown color, not too dark, not too light, which has streaks of natural blond in it. The hair comes down past her shoulders, but is normally kept in a bun or pony tail, as to keep it from becoming a nuisance. It tends to look a bit unkempt at times, though. Living in a facility can do that, sometimes. She stands around 5'6, and when she's not transformed, she weighs about 126, which is low for her height. She wears a simple T-shirt, which reveals nothing. On the front is a heart, but she normally hides this T-shirt under a plain blue hoodie. Her shoes are normal tennis shoes, and her pants are just a normal pair of blue jeans, nothing extravagant. The strange thing is, her clothes are part of her, able to be bent to her will. This means that if she wants the sleeves on her T-shirt a bit longer, she can do it with a thought.