my heart beats in broken bones; IP: 64.180.184.128 Posted on September 7, 2009 at 08:41:22 AM by rhiannon
RHIANNON *
Name: Rhiannon
Gender: Female
Appearance: Bright blue eyes, very fair skinned (no freckles, moles, quite poreclain like actually) with long straight black hair, about waist length. She is quite delicate in appearance, with what some might call a 'dancers body'. She is very feminine in appearance
Defects: None
Age: Approximately 18
Personality: She is very quiet and composed, often times keeping to herself-- not out of shyness of course. She is a very sly and devious individual, and playful in the sense that a cat is playful with a mouse. She also has an almost childlike innocence about her, there is certainly more to her than meets the eye...
History: Unknown, she is fairly secretive
Sample post: The sensation of cold rock on bare feet, the soft tickle of grass between your naked toes, the rustle of leaves as the tree boughs are ravaged by a breath of wind—the feeling of it is so heady, so stimulating and exhilarating. Rhiannon feels something akin to recklessness, to impulsiveness; her fingers tips exploring the dilapidated stone of the ruins, her footfalls echoing in the silence of night, her hair chaotically awry, her dress undulating with each careless movement, with each nimble stride. She was carefree, she was optimistic, her heart beating frantically, her pale cheeks flushed with excitement, her too-blue eyes luminous with her delight, her mouth agape in a startlingly perfect smile.
And she leapt with deftness reminiscent of a cat, leaping deftly from one stone to the next, her toes gripping the cool surface as she maneuver the ruins with a casualness and familiarity that only comes with not knowing. She paused only when the whim struck her, for she moved with no direction or purpose, with absolutely no destination in mind. She couldn’t careless where she ended up, where her impulses directed her. Rhiannon finally took pause, her white dress undulating around her legs, her hands casually reaching downward to still the movement of the garment, her eyes still aglow with exhilaration.
She gasped, gulping the air was eagerly as she would water, the flush on her cheeks gradually subsiding as the frantic thrum of her heart progressively stilled. With keen eyes she visually devoured the scene before her, the corners of her lips curling upwards into a lopsided grin, an expression all too becoming on her porcelain face.
Rhiannon twisted a strand of long dark hair around a single finger, casually pulling the strand aside and surveying the beautifully moonlit vista before her, entirely immersed in the whimsical splendor of it all—how the light bathed the uneven surface of the decrepit stone, how it glittered like diamonds on dew spotted leaves, how her fair skin practically glowed like a beacon in the night. The night was flawless, seamlessly perfect, with the moon above surrounded glittering stardust and stars. For now she lived entirely in the moment, oblivious of things to come and things that had been… none of it mattered, her past didn’t matter, her future didn’t matter… there was nothing to concern her, to trouble her but what surrounded her at this very moment. Everything was ideal and she knew it.
A sly grin leisurely took the place of that whimsical smile, an expression of a more cunning nature manifesting on her pale and cherubic face. With one deft movement she had scaled the crumbling remains of whatever had been here, her toes gripping the rough stone, her fingers swiftly finding purchase so that she might heave her body to the top. A sigh of relief, the clatter of a stone falling in the cry of a startled bird and she was there, her long lean legs dangling carelessly over the edge, her heels bouncing off the wall and kicking out as if uninterested but that certainly was not the case. She exhaled noisily, running her slim fingers almost restlessly through the tousled mass of her hair, brushing it from her forehead and behind her shoulders, losing herself in the moment… for the time being, utterly alone with only the night to seek solace from.
Anything else you wish to include: I would like to trade her joining coin for a female jaguar familiar named Eos if possible.
Your player name: ZERO
How you found out about us: Hoof Prince of course!
Replies:
ACCEPTED. - By MALLOS.September 7, 2009 at 12:51:42 PM
*TACKEGLOM!* - By ZEROSeptember 7, 2009 at 11:28:22 PM