Post by .Fineir.Wright!!!!!!! on Jul 21, 2009 21:27:28 GMT -5
FINEIRNICOLEWRIGHT
•[BLACK] rose and radio [FIRE] -- It's so contagious•
FULL.NAME| Fineir Nicole Wright
BIRTHDAY| September 23, 1994
I.AM.THIS.YOUNG| Nineteen
PINK.OR.BLUE| Pink
OCCUPATION| Unemployed/Student
SEXUAL.ORIENTATION| No preference.
MEMBER.GROUP| Harpie
HAIR.COLOR| Long blonde hair that looks pretty straight, or messy.
EYE.COLOR| Hazel, but can change between that and green.
HOW.I.AM.BUILT| Small and fragile, as her bones are still hollow though she may look human.
THIS.HEIGHT| 5"3'
THAT.WEIGHT| 104 lbs.
TATOOES| Two on the front of her feet.
PIERCINGS| None
I.HAVE.A.TWIN| Abigail Halliday
OVER.ALL.LOOKS| While Fineir's name is strange, her appearance is definitely not anything unusual. She looks like your average human, and not your average harpie. Which is a great thing taking into consideration that most people wouldn't feel comfortable knowing that her kind were sent by high gods to apply punishment. Her blonde hair and short stature give her the look that she is just an average teenage girl, who just entered adult hood. She is rather small, and doesn't seem to have much strength but somehow is able to prove herself in that category. Fineir's eyes are probably the most interesting aspect in her human form, as they chance between a hazel and a green pigment. And while that isn't really anything special, it just shows that she can fit in quite well on the streets.
Fineir has a problem with being shorter than others, and is constantly buying taller and taller shoes to make her feel less self conscious. Her wardrobe is filled with skin tight cloths, though she does occasionally wear a hoody on those rainy days in NYC. And while she cares much for her physical appearance in her human form, as it is much more beautiful than her natural form, she does tend to over do make-up and accessories in her hair. Her style is mostly fit with the rebel punk stage, and she often times relies on others to pick her cloths out for her, as her humane fashion sense is defiantly off. She doesn't really see the problem with clashing colors and often times just resorts to wearing all black when she is having a bad day.
I.LOVE.THIS|
--Nature
--Swinging
--Tag
--Gardening
--Working.
I.HATE.THIS|
--School
--Horoscopes
--Sand
--Children
--Most people.
MY.STRENGTHS|
--Superb sight
--Very good with hand-eye coordination
--A lot of stamina
--Good health
--Enjoys being pushed to the limits both mentally and physically
MY.WEAKNESSES|
--Fashion
--Remembering to blink
--Very unbalanced/has the grace of a hippo
--Can be oddly snappy
--Lacks a lot of common sense
QUIRKS&HABITS| Apart from her forgetfulness and having to mentally remind herself to blink, Fineir doesn't have many habits.
OVER.ALL.PERSONALITY| With all the things to still learn about human life, Fineir often finds herself hating people. And while she doesn't mean to give snappy short answers that are laced with sarcasm, she sometimes can't help but be irritable. She truly does enjoy life, though she doesn't really express it through her sulky attitude. Maybe it is just her ungracefulness, or the fact she can' fly freely anymore. Or maybe it's the weather. Which ever way it is, Firneir hardly ever seems to be in a bright and cheery mood.
Her eye sight give Fineir an edge, being able to tell things in great detail which lead people to believe she had a photographic memory. And while she could abuse this and cheat towards her degree n college, he kinds history reminds her against it. She wouldn't want to be tortured by another harpie, as they weren't very kind creatures. Of course, she lacks most of what humans call 'common sense' which isn't very common to Fineir. It is more foreign to her than blinking.
Of course, Fenier does have select few people ha she will contain friendships with. And while most are of her own kind, Fenier has come across many great people of all species in her times disguised as a human. And she has fallen in love with a quite selected few. Though she doesn't expect much out of strangers, and tends to keep away if possible. There was only one person who she told her secret, and boy did that start a big uproar of troubles.
HOMETOWN| Las Vegas, Nevada
PARENTS| Unknown
SIBLINGS| Unknown
I.HAVE.PETS| None
CURRENTLY.LIVING| In a small room deep within a hotel on the edge of New York City, New York.
OVER.ALL.HISTORY| Fineir, like most other Harpies, was born from an egg that her mother laid before flying off to attend other things. Many harpies don't live past their early stages of life, though they are suppose to be able to fend for themselves after hatching. She doesn't know her parents, but doesn't care to know either. She knows well enough that it is simply nature, and she should be happy to be apart of it.
While living her young harpie years, Fineir mostly spent her time flying over the ocean, snatching food from ships during the nights. Never being caught before, she didn't take much interest in humans as she found herself a rather noisy flyer, and thought that one should defiantly hear her arrival and departure. Though after somehow migrating into the states, she found herself having less and less tie to fly due to airplanes, and forced herself to blend in with the humans on land.
She first lived in Las Vegas which, by far, was her favorite city to live in. It's nighttime agenda fit in well with her old agenda of sleeping during the day and living by night. She seemed to fit in well, but soon found herself wanting to go places, explore the country to the fullest. And finally pulled herself up into the air once more in a natural form, and following the coastal line all the way up to Maine. Though after spending days in the snow, she moved down into the neon city of New York.
YOUR.NAME| Eh, Jecei or Shado
I.AM.THIS.YOUNG| Fourteen
GOT.EXPERIENCE| Threeish years or so, give or take.
WHY.I.JOINED| Because of a... preposition.
SAMPLE.ROLEPLAY|"Long boring days like this make me wanna quit my job." Cammy thought to herself as she leaned up against the walls of La Bella Italia's kitchen. Hardly any customers had come in, and there was still at least four hours left of her work day before she was allowed to go home.
"Maybe if I'm lucky we will close down early..." she muttered softly, hitting the back of her head against the cool wall. Even the cooks were bored out of their wits. Only the most prep employees would be able to cheer them all up. Too bad they lacked those kind of workers.
"Hey, anyone got a pack?" Cammy asked among the others in the room. A few shot her some quick glances, causing her eyes to roll unapprovingly. "Cards you idiots." Just another example of her physical appearance playing a role in people's impressions of her.
"Seriously." she thought, "After working all this time here people still think I'm some delinquent. I would have hoped they were better people than that." Her black cloths often times made people assume things about her. Most were false, though she couldn't really say they all were. There might be someone out there who could see her as a nice happy person instead of the dreary image she was. But Cammy had never met such a person.
"But really, anyone have a pack of cards on them? I'm uber bored and I don't want to just sit here and do nothing." Cammy said, verbalizing her request once more to see if anyone might actually possess something as simple as a deck of cards.
Credit goes to OMG IT'S BELLZ!? of CAUTION 2.0
