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Post by [.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.] on Jun 3, 2007 18:51:00 GMT -5
Name: She has no real name (yet), but many call her Scar
Species: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Appearance: Piercing, icy blue eyes stare questioningly and coldly from above high, prominent cheekbones. Long blonde hair, the shade of wheat, curls around her china-doll face and cascades down her back. Her hands are covered with scars of all sizes and origins. One managed to mar her facial beauty, lashing across her cheek with ferocious intensity.
Picture:
NOTE: She doesn't have that thing on her head, by the way. ^^; This is the best pic I could find though.
Personality: Quiet and reserved, Scar is about as timid as a mouse, and with good reason. She rarely says a word, as not to provoke another to do what that horrible man did to her only months before she escaped... She has absolutely no friends and doesn't even try to make any, since she knows her introverted persona will only drive them away again. Inside, past the iron-tough shell around her spirit, is a fragile girl, reaching desperately out, determined to break free and find one to love her, for the first time in her life.
Past: At birth, Scar's parents simply gave her away, as her blonde locks defied the traditional chestnut coloring in her family. She was sold to the highest bidder as an infant, and, to her cruel, heartless parents, it was the end of their troubles. It was only the beginning of Scar's.
The man, one of the wealthiest in Du WeldenVarden at the time, had many such children in his manor-like house. In the eyes of the public, he was a kind, caring man who took in unwanted children so they could feel loved and comforted. Behind the scenes, however, he was even worse than the most horrible nightmare that you could remember. No one knew his name, and no one asked for it, either.
It was here that Scar, though still unnamed, began the hard work like so many before her. She scrubbed floors until they reflected everything above them and learned to create some of the most delectable meals. She preened the garden until weeds quivered at the mere sight of her. Despite these feats, the nameless one still demanded ever more from her and all the rest. At first she obeyed, but soon Scar grew restless and rebelled alone against him. The numerous markings on her hands are proof of its utter failure. The one on her face shows her defiance, as she finally wouldn't take it anymore.
After narrowly evading death's grasp as the knife swiped venomously at her head, intending to finish her off, the blonde girl disappeared into the moonless, starless night, stumbling away from the torture she had endured for her whole life. Blood mixed with burning tears of realization: Where would she stay? What would she eat? How could she earn money to accomplish honesty? Her tale still unravels, and hopefully the answers are forthcoming.
Other: I wasn't sure how to incorporate this in, but Scar is blind, and people also only call her Scar because of the terrible thing on her face. All have yet to ask her.
Species: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Appearance: Piercing, icy blue eyes stare questioningly and coldly from above high, prominent cheekbones. Long blonde hair, the shade of wheat, curls around her china-doll face and cascades down her back. Her hands are covered with scars of all sizes and origins. One managed to mar her facial beauty, lashing across her cheek with ferocious intensity.
Picture:
NOTE: She doesn't have that thing on her head, by the way. ^^; This is the best pic I could find though.
Personality: Quiet and reserved, Scar is about as timid as a mouse, and with good reason. She rarely says a word, as not to provoke another to do what that horrible man did to her only months before she escaped... She has absolutely no friends and doesn't even try to make any, since she knows her introverted persona will only drive them away again. Inside, past the iron-tough shell around her spirit, is a fragile girl, reaching desperately out, determined to break free and find one to love her, for the first time in her life.
Past: At birth, Scar's parents simply gave her away, as her blonde locks defied the traditional chestnut coloring in her family. She was sold to the highest bidder as an infant, and, to her cruel, heartless parents, it was the end of their troubles. It was only the beginning of Scar's.
The man, one of the wealthiest in Du WeldenVarden at the time, had many such children in his manor-like house. In the eyes of the public, he was a kind, caring man who took in unwanted children so they could feel loved and comforted. Behind the scenes, however, he was even worse than the most horrible nightmare that you could remember. No one knew his name, and no one asked for it, either.
It was here that Scar, though still unnamed, began the hard work like so many before her. She scrubbed floors until they reflected everything above them and learned to create some of the most delectable meals. She preened the garden until weeds quivered at the mere sight of her. Despite these feats, the nameless one still demanded ever more from her and all the rest. At first she obeyed, but soon Scar grew restless and rebelled alone against him. The numerous markings on her hands are proof of its utter failure. The one on her face shows her defiance, as she finally wouldn't take it anymore.
After narrowly evading death's grasp as the knife swiped venomously at her head, intending to finish her off, the blonde girl disappeared into the moonless, starless night, stumbling away from the torture she had endured for her whole life. Blood mixed with burning tears of realization: Where would she stay? What would she eat? How could she earn money to accomplish honesty? Her tale still unravels, and hopefully the answers are forthcoming.
Other: I wasn't sure how to incorporate this in, but Scar is blind, and people also only call her Scar because of the terrible thing on her face. All have yet to ask her.
*Sniiiiiiiiifle* It seems like only yesterday that she was typing her first word... and now look... compositions that make even Ebony proud. Amazing!