Post by jade on Jun 13, 2006 17:18:02 GMT -5
Full Name: Jade Winter
Codename: Harlot
Age: 17
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Green
Height: 5'4''
Weight: 110 lbs
Personality: Really, Jade has only two types of moods. Her depressed moods and her happy moods. When she's depressed, Jave will hide from people, or try her hardest to get people to stay with her and talk. She's not a usual loner, so friendships are a requirement for her own mental state of mind. It's not unlikley she will also lash out at people randomly, it's just her way of getting heard.
When She's a happy person, you'll find her running about the park chasing butterflies, singing, or playing guitar. She loves to express her feelings openly to people, but only the people closest to her will get to see it. Usually, Jade's the type of person you eaither hate or love right away. Once alied, Jade is true to her friends. Break her trust, and watch as she breaks you. She's that simple.
Appearance:
Relations:
Powers: Telekenisis
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Skills: She's an expert hacker and she plays the guitar very well. Oh, and she's good at quick andd sighlent murders.
Interests: She likes to read, chat online with people, write, draw, and write songs to play and sing oon her guitar.
Bio/History: Jade was a girl, growing up with a sugar coated life in her home in beautiful New Orleans. There, she was the popular kid, always with the 'in crowd' and allways got the guy. This life continued untill Jade was 17, and everything back fired. Her parents got divorced, and somthing she kept secret was now public. She was a mutiant, and not only did her friends shun her, but her family aswell.
Leaving her home, Jade fled the state in search of some where she could live and be accepted. When she found the brotherhood, Jade threw away her preppy clothing, and adorned her new, black leather pants, skirt, corset top, and soft silk gloves. The princessy make up was washed clean, and her face repainted with black eyeliner, shadow, and blood red lipstick. The last thing shed, was her name. She became known as Harlot.
Example Post: An evening, like any other, a shadow makes its way down the sidewalk. Raven lochs and piercing jade eyes move around to study the other creatures moving around her. “People,” the shadowy one whispered. “Good for nothing.” Slowly, she makes her way into a bar where, she sees a man. The man offers her a drink, and tries to get her into the back seat of his car. She goes along with him, and they go back to his house. They flirt and talk, and almost end up in bed until his Wife returns home from the store. This causes her to be enraged. She goes back home pissed and ready to kill. The next night she finds the man outside his house, smoking. Carefully she goes over to him, and goes to kiss him. As she does this she focuses her powers and starts squeezing the man’s throat, with out even touching him. She grins evilly, and watches the figure slowly stop kicking. “Pitiful.” She whispers, walking down the street, her hands in her pockets. “He did put up a good fight though.” She chuckles and throws back to head, allowing the moon light rays to cascade upon her face. This was truly a nice night, she thought as she hears the scream of a woman behind her, knowing full well she had found the body of the man. “Oh geese, that was fun!” She shouts to the heavens, the dark angel of destruction, in this city of sin and unholy confession.
Codename: Harlot
Age: 17
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Green
Height: 5'4''
Weight: 110 lbs
Personality: Really, Jade has only two types of moods. Her depressed moods and her happy moods. When she's depressed, Jave will hide from people, or try her hardest to get people to stay with her and talk. She's not a usual loner, so friendships are a requirement for her own mental state of mind. It's not unlikley she will also lash out at people randomly, it's just her way of getting heard.
When She's a happy person, you'll find her running about the park chasing butterflies, singing, or playing guitar. She loves to express her feelings openly to people, but only the people closest to her will get to see it. Usually, Jade's the type of person you eaither hate or love right away. Once alied, Jade is true to her friends. Break her trust, and watch as she breaks you. She's that simple.
Appearance:
Relations:
Powers: Telekenisis
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Skills: She's an expert hacker and she plays the guitar very well. Oh, and she's good at quick andd sighlent murders.
Interests: She likes to read, chat online with people, write, draw, and write songs to play and sing oon her guitar.
Bio/History: Jade was a girl, growing up with a sugar coated life in her home in beautiful New Orleans. There, she was the popular kid, always with the 'in crowd' and allways got the guy. This life continued untill Jade was 17, and everything back fired. Her parents got divorced, and somthing she kept secret was now public. She was a mutiant, and not only did her friends shun her, but her family aswell.
Leaving her home, Jade fled the state in search of some where she could live and be accepted. When she found the brotherhood, Jade threw away her preppy clothing, and adorned her new, black leather pants, skirt, corset top, and soft silk gloves. The princessy make up was washed clean, and her face repainted with black eyeliner, shadow, and blood red lipstick. The last thing shed, was her name. She became known as Harlot.
Example Post: An evening, like any other, a shadow makes its way down the sidewalk. Raven lochs and piercing jade eyes move around to study the other creatures moving around her. “People,” the shadowy one whispered. “Good for nothing.” Slowly, she makes her way into a bar where, she sees a man. The man offers her a drink, and tries to get her into the back seat of his car. She goes along with him, and they go back to his house. They flirt and talk, and almost end up in bed until his Wife returns home from the store. This causes her to be enraged. She goes back home pissed and ready to kill. The next night she finds the man outside his house, smoking. Carefully she goes over to him, and goes to kiss him. As she does this she focuses her powers and starts squeezing the man’s throat, with out even touching him. She grins evilly, and watches the figure slowly stop kicking. “Pitiful.” She whispers, walking down the street, her hands in her pockets. “He did put up a good fight though.” She chuckles and throws back to head, allowing the moon light rays to cascade upon her face. This was truly a nice night, she thought as she hears the scream of a woman behind her, knowing full well she had found the body of the man. “Oh geese, that was fun!” She shouts to the heavens, the dark angel of destruction, in this city of sin and unholy confession.
