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Posted on January 7, 2010 at 12:31:54 PM by aimee
She is a female. She is seventeen years old. Appearance? Well... Aimee is small and rather fragile-looking. She's about three feet and nine inches tall, and though she desperately hopes to grow as she ages and advances, she doesn't expect to ever be taller than five foot five. The rest of her body decided to stay on the tiny side as well - seriously, put her in with humans and she'd easily pass as a malnourished child. She is thankful that at least her face looks mature enough. She has brown hair, which falls around her shoulder blades, angled and layered, and her skin is quite pale. Her bright green eyes are probably the only thing about her appearance that makes her stand out, apart from her petite size. She's pretty enough, but she's hardly one to turn heads. As for personality, she doesn't have much to speak of- at least, that's what you would think upon meeting her. Aimee is quiet; she rarely speaks to others unless absolutely necessary, and even then, her voice rarely rises above barely-audible. (This is, of course, neglecting the fact that she's quite prone to talking to herself, or talking to her familiar out loud.) She prefers to stay silent and observe. Because she spends so much time watching, she tends to see people exactly as they are; she notices body language and small details most other people would fail to notice. She usually knows when someone is lying- but she's quite naive, and trusts very easily. She's very hard to anger (though when she is mad, it's enough to make her cheeks flush and her voice rise to a high-pitched squeak). While Aimee is pretty intelligent, when it comes to magic, she's hopeless. She's often lucky to even begin to get a reaction, and she spends a lot of her free time practicing whatever she can attempt. Her history isn't too complex. She was born to loving parents and raised as an only child. Her version of "acting out" was staying up past her bedtime - usually because she was reading. When she turned seventeen, her parents decided it was time for her to get outside of herself and explore the world - they passed her off to her uncle, who brought her here. She's allowed to call, but they told her they're not letting her in the house until she's lived at least a year on her own. Ouch. Other: I'd like to trade my coin for a familiar. He is a pine marten named Felix. He has light brownish reddish fur, which is darker on his legs and face, and a light patch under his chin. He's terrified of any body of water deep enough to touch his chest if he stands in it - but usually he'll avoid it at all, just in case. Aimee's player is Anna. Hi. :] I found Shaman on an advertising board somewhere. Sample I can't believe they left me here. Seriously. Just shove me off with Uncle Jack and ship me... here. I'm steamed, absolutely ticked, as I trudge toward the large stone formations ahead. I don't know why he wants me to see some stupid rocks. (Okay, so in other circumstances I'd be fascinated - but come on, I'm allowed to be mad right now!) "Just head over that way," Uncle Jack said, pointing with one grubby finger, then scratching his beard with the other hand. "That's where all the homel- the new um... the new citizens go," he explained, and I felt my eyes narrow, the blood rushing to my cheeks. Before I could even protest, he was already gone, hopping into his beat-up red truck and zooming off, leaving me alone with nothing but a black suitcase - which, by the way, is (although not large at all, for a suitcase) literally at least half my size. Dramatics are not usually my area of interest, but I try my best at an aggravated sigh, shoving over the suitcase so I can sit on it. I do so, propping my elbows on my knees and shoving my face in my hands. "Maybe it'll be fun?" I hear Felix suggest as he hops into my lap, prodding at one of my arms with his nose. I lean back, looking at his dark face and those ridiculous, big eyes. At least someone thinks so, I tell him silently. He nudges me again, and I sigh, grabbing him by the belly and popping him onto my right shoulder. "Let's get this over with, then, shall we?" I ask him, and myself, standing and then bending over to grab the handle of my suitcase. It's not particularly heavy, but it's hard work, carrying around something as big as yourself; I tug it along, toward the giant structures in the distance, dragging it over the ground, leaving an ugly trail of upturned dirt clearly showing my path as I go. The structures are growing as I approach, shifting into something more recognizable; Felix stays steady, perched on my shoulder. There are other people here, but I don't dare speak to them. I don't even know what I'd say. "Hi, I'm Aimee, and I've been abandoned"? "Hey Mister, could you please give me a place to stay, and I will return the favor in sexual acts"? No, I don't think so. I grunt as I give my suitcase one last tug, then finally let it flop down next to one of the big rocks. I sit on top of it, weary, my arms tired. I can see people looking at me, but I do my best to avoid their eyes and instead turn my attention to Felix as he clambers down from my shoulder. Now what? I silently ask, absently sweeping my brown hair from my face with one hand. I'll have to remember to thank my parents later for this wonderful excursion - oh, yeah, I'm learning some valuable life lessons already. Lesson one: parents are the enemy. Lesson two: in uncivilized cultures, giant rocks can be seen as suitable homes. I want to go home. [[ Ick, sorry it's gross - I promise I do better when I have something to respond to, haha]] |
aimee & felix |
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- accepted - By Georgia January 7, 2010 at 01:22:49 PM
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