IP: 24.16.44.143
Posted on August 29, 2009 at 05:24:48 PM by twinge;
Name: Twinge
Gender: Girl...>.>
*Appearance (include eye/skin/hair colour): twinge is not pretty, nor is she tall. she is barely 2'9 high on a GOOD DAY. extremely catlike, she has a delicate nose, large almond eyes, golden skin and glossy dark hair. she is small and neat, but muscular. her accent is mexican, but her actual origins are unknown. sort of. she's not stereotypically feminine...she has full lips and hips and a modest bust, but she's not a stereotypical female. she's not uncomfortable with her sex - quite the opposite - but she's a very powerful, strong woman. she dresses for comfort, in bright colors and beautiful prints. it's common for her to wear indian influenced clothing, usually a tunic and leggings. she always wears boots and long sleeved shirts that are looser than fashion dictates because of the multiple knives she has hidden around her body. she has scars galore, usually hidden, and her left ear is completely mangled.
*Defects (only required if the character has any): she's cursed to be a woman without a woman's gift or power; fertility. Yes, she has a womb, but carrying a healthy baby to term is a very low chance for her. She will most often miscarry or birth a stillborn, or not conceive at all. She also has a healthy fear of water and an unreasonable dislike of canines of any kind, except for foxes because they're more catlike anyway.
Age: 17
Personality: um. yeah. irritable as hell. intimidating. not soft at all. secretly a mastermind - has the qualities of a general. she's determined, blunt, and dislikes pointless rituals of society. she's not polite. she's brutally honest, skeptical, cynical, contemptious, sassy, disrespectful...yeah. she's, uh, a handful? she's also bisexual and pretty liberally minded. and awkward. really, really awkward. and feline!
History: um. yeah. she was sort of top dog a long time ago in a distant land a long time ago *cues star wars music* but died. as a result of a tropical storm. and Mallos brought her back for shits and giggles. while she was immortal in her previous life, she still had difficulty bearing kids, and that coupled with the fact that bringing people back to life is a subtle and complex bit of magic and Mallos isn't subtle...well, let's just say she's not happy.
Sample post: A deep scent of rotting flesh and maggots invade Twinge’s nostrils and her stomach rolls. Then there are the footsteps – creaking and deceptive, and then, THEN! Then there is the murmur of skin on hers, of a rotting muzzle sliding down her back, and a deep, grisly snarl wrestles its way out of her throat, echoing deep within her golden chest. The snarl almost drowns out the stallion’s words, but with his breath comes filth and maggots, and Twinge stiffened, stepping backward in a slow, disdainful motion. Her remaining ear (for her left one was battered by a lover’s teeth) pinned and she stiffened, eyes narrowing as she focused on the new comer.
He pauses, and then lunges at her, rearing and flailing, attempting to come on her back, and Twinge acts. She is a tiny little thing, a fierce some wild cat, and so she throws herself at him, the snarl escaping her throat and cutting through the air, harsh and fierce some. He rears, and she scoots to the side, swinging around and bucking furiously, hooves aiming for his soft under belly and reproductive regions. If there are injuries that she receive, they do not matter (nor do they hurt) and as she is scarred enough from the attack by Firefeather, a lifetime ago (Hahaha!), no one will notice.
As soon as she is down on all fours ago, she sprints forward a yard or so and then turned and stepped forward until she was glaring up into his face, eyes blazing.
“I know you, Necare – I know both you and your mother. I know most of the women you raped. I know how disgusting and vile you are, and you better be glad you’re already dead, you bloody prick, because that means I can’t kill you for all of my sisters that you raped. But you will be punished.” She is blazing with power, and she wears it like a cloak, seeming to become taller and more majestic with each word, but it is really only her presence, and oh – she is furious! Her voice has still not lost that grisly, snarling edge, and when she stops speaking, the growl remains, bubbling and vivid in her golden chest.
She moves past Necare, moves towards Solomon who was speaking too her – she did not think she’d ever met him, but he knew of her and she of him. Twinge eyed Solomon for a minute. She did not dislike the stallion, even though he towered above her 14.2 hh height, and she had the beginnings of respect for him. Respect had to be earned in Twinge’s book, and she rarely respected anyone she didn’t know. Now that she had met him, however, Twinge understood why he had been such a good king.
But no matter. She was an Amazon. She had no need for kings.
A harsh, purring laugh escaped her. “Most favored? Solomon, do you know who I am or not?” Her voice finally melts back into the liquid, sensual purr, but she is not relaxed. “I am hardly most favored. But no matter.” A pause. “This guy can’t be that great, since we don’t even know who he is.” And she turns to the black stallion. He is eying them warily, and he is looking at Solomon with disgust.
Twinge draws herself up to her full height, once again wearing the clock of power, the mantle of intimidation. She is lush and golden, a beautiful golden buckskin color with deeper colored jaguar-spots. She is feline in every way; graceful and agile, danger engraved in every muscle fiber. The black, knee-length mane she tosses aside, and it falls down her arched neck. But she is not beautiful; silver scars crisscross her body, and her left ear is mangled and torn.
She is Twinge.
“Tell me…” the jaguar-queen purred, her lips curving in her trade mark cat’s-claw smile, “who are you, and just why you are worthy of our…gifts, I suppose you could call them, or whatever it is we’re supposed to give you.” A laugh, “I never do anything without a reason, my young buck, especially when it comes to stallions.”
Can you sense the scorn she places in the last word? Can you feel the heat of the glare she throws at Necare, Atrox, and Plume?
Oh, she is an Amazon through and through.
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*Your player name: Faith
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- ACCEPTED. - By MALLOS. August 29, 2009 at 05:30:36 PM
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