Post by ||{Rox Jullian Deathstrike}|| on Mar 30, 2007 21:43:59 GMT -5
Rox Jullian Deathstrike
Race (If Demon or God Select: Gods: Of What (Sea, Hearth, Etc), Demons: Born From Fire, Water, Air or Eart): Water and Blood Demon
Age: 17
Parents: Mother || Alyssa Junshayla {Dead} || Father || Joque Deathstrike {Dead}
Siblings: Sister || Klera Wollf {Unknown location} || Brother || Patrick Deathstrike {Alive & well...known locataion}
Other Relatives: None.
Other Relationships: None.
Personality: Rox is goth. She gets depressed easily and isnt exactly nice to people. She gets mad a lot, but tries to ease up. But, generally, she's a nice person to be around, though not one to mess with.
History: Rox doesnt remember what happened. The only thing she remembers is when she was 14 that both her parents had died in the Black Fire.
Other General Information: None.
What Are Your Character's Flaws? Depressed. Mean at times.
What Are Your Character's Likes? Reading, Dancing, Singing.
What Are Your Character's Dislikes? Sports, People who nag, Horses.
What Are Your Character's Fears? Spiders, Snakes.
RP Sample (2-3 Paragraphs Please):
Rox brushed back her hair before looking at the clock the fiftieth time that night. She penciled in some more answers, trying to get her homework finished. When she go to the last question she wrote it in and the dropped her pencil, letting it drop to the floor. She then got up and stretched, making her way outside of the school. She had been up early trying to finish before she went to meet her mother and her friend, Klera. She rushed out to her car and started it. Pulling out she saw a man, just right behind her car. He looked drugged and scared her. With her heart pounding, she stepped out of her car.
Rox walked over to him, getting ready to ask him to move and noticed his eyes were bleeding. She screamed, sitting up witha jolt. She rubbed the sweat from her face and realized it was just a dream, but she was still shaken. She got up and looked at herself in the mirror, seeing a horrid self image. She had not slept in days since that nightmare kept haunting her, she wondered why she was even having the dream in the first place. She decided to get up and get dressed. After she had done that, she brushed her hair quickly, untangling all the knots. She grabbed her jacket and headed out the door into the cold, brisk air...
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