Post by berri on Dec 31, 2008 19:00:45 GMT -5
Name: Krysta Marie, nicknamed "Berri"
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Alliance: Nuetral
Breed: human
Blood: N/A
Location: Human
--she's a shadow elemental--
Appearance: Berri is the shortest in her family standing at 5'4", but she has the build of a girl that likes to run. Her skin coloring is pale, but not so much so that she looks ill; it does have a certain sheen to it that many people find attractive. Her eyes are a pale, faded green, and lined with lush lashes despite her refusal to use any form of make-up other than lavendar perfume. Always ready to be on the go, she often wears Thin sweaters in pastel colors over nuetral camis (blacks and browns) with dark denim, or faded denim jeans. Her favorite shoe of choice is always a pair of white sneakers. As far as markings are concerned, she was one scar on her right cheek, just below the eye that stretches about an inch and a half or so from a nasty fall out of a tree at age five. It has faded in color with time, but if you get close enough, you can see it clearly.
Personality: She enjoys the company of other people, but unless they are in emotional or physical turmoil, the first impression of her may cause one to find her cold. Berri chooses to analyze a person before opening herself up to them in the hopes it will keep her from being hurt. In the end, though, she very rarely turns on an ally.
History: She grew up in a small house as the only child with her Mother, Sara, and her father, Evan. Her father was a man that liked to laugh, and her mother was blessed with a beautiful singing voice. They took good care of her, sent her to good public schools--they would never choose private, they wanted to make sure she did not go through life with blinders on--but when she turned nine her father caught pnuemonia, and despite doctors' efforts to help, he passed away. Her mother took on a second job, and even though it was hard, she never stoped cracking jokes or having Christmas, but for a very long time she stopped singing. When Berri turned fourteen she got her first job at a floral shop, and made a name for herself in the wedding industry for the beautiful bouquets she crafted. It was a job she loved, and continued right up until she moved out of the house at eighteen, and into a small apartment of her own. Now, she never had many friends going through school, but the three she did manage to hang on to went to college. Despite being far away, she has always kept in touch. Two years after moving into her apartment, her mother died in a car accident. Berri moved to a new city for work, and took a job cleaning tables and counters at a resturaunt. She now wears Lavendar perfume to remind her of her old job that felt like a piece of home, and every morning while she gets ready she sings a song to remember her mother.
Auditioning Post:
-A gently swirling blanket of serenity had settled over the lump beneath the down covers over the past twelve hours, so when the buzzing shrill of the alarm errupted to anounce the start of a new day, it was no wonder the sleeping statue leapt out of bed and onto the wooden floorboards as though their arse was on fire. The girl groaned, shivering in response to the chilly surface of the oak floor and carefully pushed herself to her knees. As per the norm she was wearing a pair of plaid flannel PJ pants and a white tank-top as sleepwear. It was hardly warm enough for winter, but with the amount of blanketry she used, that was of little concern. Her eyes ached, heavy with lingering sleep as she forced them to turn and comprehend the numbers flashing on the face of the digital clock. It was seven-thirty, and she was twenty minutes late. How many times had she pressed the snooze button that morning? Only God knew, and only her boss would notice. He always did.-
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Alliance: Nuetral
Breed: human
Blood: N/A
Location: Human
--she's a shadow elemental--
Appearance: Berri is the shortest in her family standing at 5'4", but she has the build of a girl that likes to run. Her skin coloring is pale, but not so much so that she looks ill; it does have a certain sheen to it that many people find attractive. Her eyes are a pale, faded green, and lined with lush lashes despite her refusal to use any form of make-up other than lavendar perfume. Always ready to be on the go, she often wears Thin sweaters in pastel colors over nuetral camis (blacks and browns) with dark denim, or faded denim jeans. Her favorite shoe of choice is always a pair of white sneakers. As far as markings are concerned, she was one scar on her right cheek, just below the eye that stretches about an inch and a half or so from a nasty fall out of a tree at age five. It has faded in color with time, but if you get close enough, you can see it clearly.
Personality: She enjoys the company of other people, but unless they are in emotional or physical turmoil, the first impression of her may cause one to find her cold. Berri chooses to analyze a person before opening herself up to them in the hopes it will keep her from being hurt. In the end, though, she very rarely turns on an ally.
History: She grew up in a small house as the only child with her Mother, Sara, and her father, Evan. Her father was a man that liked to laugh, and her mother was blessed with a beautiful singing voice. They took good care of her, sent her to good public schools--they would never choose private, they wanted to make sure she did not go through life with blinders on--but when she turned nine her father caught pnuemonia, and despite doctors' efforts to help, he passed away. Her mother took on a second job, and even though it was hard, she never stoped cracking jokes or having Christmas, but for a very long time she stopped singing. When Berri turned fourteen she got her first job at a floral shop, and made a name for herself in the wedding industry for the beautiful bouquets she crafted. It was a job she loved, and continued right up until she moved out of the house at eighteen, and into a small apartment of her own. Now, she never had many friends going through school, but the three she did manage to hang on to went to college. Despite being far away, she has always kept in touch. Two years after moving into her apartment, her mother died in a car accident. Berri moved to a new city for work, and took a job cleaning tables and counters at a resturaunt. She now wears Lavendar perfume to remind her of her old job that felt like a piece of home, and every morning while she gets ready she sings a song to remember her mother.
Auditioning Post:
-A gently swirling blanket of serenity had settled over the lump beneath the down covers over the past twelve hours, so when the buzzing shrill of the alarm errupted to anounce the start of a new day, it was no wonder the sleeping statue leapt out of bed and onto the wooden floorboards as though their arse was on fire. The girl groaned, shivering in response to the chilly surface of the oak floor and carefully pushed herself to her knees. As per the norm she was wearing a pair of plaid flannel PJ pants and a white tank-top as sleepwear. It was hardly warm enough for winter, but with the amount of blanketry she used, that was of little concern. Her eyes ached, heavy with lingering sleep as she forced them to turn and comprehend the numbers flashing on the face of the digital clock. It was seven-thirty, and she was twenty minutes late. How many times had she pressed the snooze button that morning? Only God knew, and only her boss would notice. He always did.-
