Post by Jules on Jun 15, 2007 5:31:42 GMT -5
Name:
Kilala Brynhilduar
Nicknames:
Lala,Devil, Everyone's Angel (no one knows it's her)
Gender:
Female
Age:
15, May 24
Curse:
Houkou
Description:
Lala wears anything tight and form-fitting. She prefers her hair pulled back away from her face so she can see better without if flying all over the place. She hates looking like part of the crowd, and almost never wears anything loose (if she can get away with it.) She has brown hair and eyes, her height being about 5' 6".
Picture:
Personality:
Honest to a Fault
Kilala is often see as rude. She is bluntly truthful with everyone, and tell it like it is. She doesn't mind hurting people's feelings and tends to point out things whether she's asked or not. Cruelty is often used by others to describe Kilala.
Hot-Tempered
Despite her undeniable rudeness, Kilala hates when people point out her own faults. She strikes out at them, often getting into fist-fights. Her anger doesn't quickly wane either, she'd beat the crap out of someone and not blink an eye.
Mysterious
Nobody knows all that much about her. She mostly keeps away from people, except in sports. Kilala leaves people to their own imaginations about her, laughing at their wild ideas of her unknown life. No one has really seen her smile happily, or cry sadly. All they know is her anger.
Sporty
Kilala lives for sports. Her favorite is rollerblading. She does the half-pipe, speed skating, and even freestyle. Lala also enjoys team sports, as long as everyone pulls their own weight. She is very competitive and absolutely despises slackers, even if it is 'only gym.'
Strangely Sweet
Despite her hardcore exterior, Kilala does her share of good deeds. When people need help, she finds a way to secretly give it to them. Whether it's money, or class problems. In these cases people say that the secret angel blessed the person helped.
History:
Kilala learned to kick a soccer ball, punt a football, and throw a baseball before she could even crawl. She could blade before she could walk, and skateboard before she could run. Her father was always very supportive of her sports, but he wanted her temper to wane down a lot. It never worked so she was often in trouble with the God.
Her mother hated sports. She hated just about everything Kilala did, nothing seemed good enough for her. The feeling was mutual. Satsuki abused the young girl often for not acting like a young lady. When finally Kilala went to her dad; very stoic, very serious and said; "Mommy hits me. Why does she hit me? My friends Mommies don't hit them. Why does she hit me Daddy? I don't understand."
Kilala never even cried, not once in her life did she cry. Not when her parents got divorced. Not when her mom was sent to jail. Not even when her father told her he had cancer. That was the only time she'd ever felt sadness, but she couldn't cry for him. And that was okay with him. He's been going down hill and lives in the hospital for constant treatment.
That was when she was twelve, her father was sent to the hospital when she was thirteen. She know rents out the house they'd shared and lives in her own room at the main house. No one takes care of her and no one watches over her. No one watches Kilala except Kilala. That's how she wants it.
Other:
[shadow=red,left,300]Likes[/shadow]Chocolate
Sports
Fist-Fights
Verbal-joust
[shadow=red,left,300]Dislikes[/shadow]wimps
those who don't try
liars
flirting
guys who try to flirt with her
RolePlay Sample:
Kilala sped down the dark and empty street on her blades. The wind swishing through her hair. She heard the men behind her calling for her tos stop and come back. The youth merely laughed her malevolent laugh. There was no way she would listen to what anyone said. They'd never catch her.
Of course, the young woman wasn't in any big trouble. Well, except breaking into the school on another 'Angel' trip. Leaving money in an older boys locker. Something he realy needed, not having good shoes.
No there was no way anyone would know she'd been doing the good deeds, it would ruin her reputation. Her tight black one piece suit moved with each pump of her legs and arms. She bent into the wind, her speed constantly increasing. "You'll never catch me. You can't catch me!" The houkou shouted.
Parents:
Ryoga Brynhilduar and Satsuki Shoji
Kilala Brynhilduar
Nicknames:
Lala,
Gender:
Female
Age:
15, May 24
Curse:
Houkou
Description:
Lala wears anything tight and form-fitting. She prefers her hair pulled back away from her face so she can see better without if flying all over the place. She hates looking like part of the crowd, and almost never wears anything loose (if she can get away with it.) She has brown hair and eyes, her height being about 5' 6".
Picture:
Personality:
Honest to a Fault
Kilala is often see as rude. She is bluntly truthful with everyone, and tell it like it is. She doesn't mind hurting people's feelings and tends to point out things whether she's asked or not. Cruelty is often used by others to describe Kilala.
Hot-Tempered
Despite her undeniable rudeness, Kilala hates when people point out her own faults. She strikes out at them, often getting into fist-fights. Her anger doesn't quickly wane either, she'd beat the crap out of someone and not blink an eye.
Mysterious
Nobody knows all that much about her. She mostly keeps away from people, except in sports. Kilala leaves people to their own imaginations about her, laughing at their wild ideas of her unknown life. No one has really seen her smile happily, or cry sadly. All they know is her anger.
Sporty
Kilala lives for sports. Her favorite is rollerblading. She does the half-pipe, speed skating, and even freestyle. Lala also enjoys team sports, as long as everyone pulls their own weight. She is very competitive and absolutely despises slackers, even if it is 'only gym.'
Strangely Sweet
Despite her hardcore exterior, Kilala does her share of good deeds. When people need help, she finds a way to secretly give it to them. Whether it's money, or class problems. In these cases people say that the secret angel blessed the person helped.
History:
Kilala learned to kick a soccer ball, punt a football, and throw a baseball before she could even crawl. She could blade before she could walk, and skateboard before she could run. Her father was always very supportive of her sports, but he wanted her temper to wane down a lot. It never worked so she was often in trouble with the God.
Her mother hated sports. She hated just about everything Kilala did, nothing seemed good enough for her. The feeling was mutual. Satsuki abused the young girl often for not acting like a young lady. When finally Kilala went to her dad; very stoic, very serious and said; "Mommy hits me. Why does she hit me? My friends Mommies don't hit them. Why does she hit me Daddy? I don't understand."
Kilala never even cried, not once in her life did she cry. Not when her parents got divorced. Not when her mom was sent to jail. Not even when her father told her he had cancer. That was the only time she'd ever felt sadness, but she couldn't cry for him. And that was okay with him. He's been going down hill and lives in the hospital for constant treatment.
That was when she was twelve, her father was sent to the hospital when she was thirteen. She know rents out the house they'd shared and lives in her own room at the main house. No one takes care of her and no one watches over her. No one watches Kilala except Kilala. That's how she wants it.
Other:
[shadow=red,left,300]Likes[/shadow]Chocolate
Sports
Fist-Fights
Verbal-joust
[shadow=red,left,300]Dislikes[/shadow]wimps
those who don't try
liars
flirting
guys who try to flirt with her
RolePlay Sample:
Kilala sped down the dark and empty street on her blades. The wind swishing through her hair. She heard the men behind her calling for her tos stop and come back. The youth merely laughed her malevolent laugh. There was no way she would listen to what anyone said. They'd never catch her.
Of course, the young woman wasn't in any big trouble. Well, except breaking into the school on another 'Angel' trip. Leaving money in an older boys locker. Something he realy needed, not having good shoes.
No there was no way anyone would know she'd been doing the good deeds, it would ruin her reputation. Her tight black one piece suit moved with each pump of her legs and arms. She bent into the wind, her speed constantly increasing. "You'll never catch me. You can't catch me!" The houkou shouted.
Parents:
Ryoga Brynhilduar and Satsuki Shoji
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