Post by akiraroze on Jul 3, 2014 21:39:54 GMT -5
Name: Akira MaPetite Roze
Nicknames: Little One, My Sweet, Sweet One
Age: 18 (Looks 12)
Phyisical Description (3rd person): Don't let her cute young looks fool you. She's older than she looks. Maybe because of the fact that she's been cursed as a young child? Or just the fact she inherited her mothers genetics. And some of a father she's never known too. Big eyes that are very emotional. She stands at about 5'5", and looks fragile around others. Or as others tend to see her as too. She wears corsets, long skirts. Her hair she keeps down, which reaches past her butt.
Special Talents: Cloaking herself to not be seen.
House: N/A
Position in the House: N/A
History: Born sometime ago, Akira hadn't been just the one only child in a wealthy family of the Roze clan. A twin sister had been born but didn't make it due to complications. Her biological father passed away only a few weeks later after Akira had been born due to a strange sickness. Her mother fell in love with a man cruel as can be. For the fact of him hoping for Akira to have some resemblance of him, she never called him father either. She's smart and the man had been cruel towards her to begin with. He wanted to sell her into slavery and become a slave to anyone who'd take her. He'd even pay anything to rid of her too.
As she grew up, she picked up on playing the violin and played out on the streets. Those who walked by would pay her in golds and silvers and any other coins. Anywhere outside of her home had been the best place for her. Her mother started to not be a mother towards Akira either. She wanted her daughter to call the man Kayne her father but, little Akira never saw him as such. For being young as she had been it'd never happen. He nearly sold her to this school but she had been away hiding. That had been when she found out she had been able to cloak herself and no one would be able to find her. She'd cloak herself from her mother and scare her when in the hallways.
As she got older, her body had grown into a young adult. But her face well, never seemed to change. It had stayed in it's childlike form, yet innocent looking too. Her "Fathers" abuse had grown towards beatings when he found her. He oh so badly wants to sell her away. And he be well determined to do so too. Anyone want her? They can take her and do whatever they wish. Long as they pay up before they steal her away. Yet it's not like she had been from the poor side either. Though at times her clothing may seem torn up. Due to the fact of she hadn't been worthy enough to ever really wear what had been granted towards her.
Character Writing:
It had been late. The weather cold to the bone. Every time the wind blew, the young girl felt as if the cold were taking chunks out of her every time. Her long black tattered skirt, black corset had been the only thing keeping he warm. She walked by a pub. The pub looked so welcoming she was about to walk in to have some warmth in her belly and to be warm just in general. But she had been stopped before she could ever make it inside. A man had been standing there not wanting to let her in. Akira begged and pleaded she just wanted to get warm. No matter how much she pleaded, the man never did budge.
Her big eyes looked around, the town away from home just seemed so far away. Granted she could cloak herself. But who would not notice a door opening and closing all on it's own? She'd be caught and Akira didn't want that to happen. Her eyes found a tavern inn and went in there. Grabbed some ale and sat by the flaming fire. Her eyes noticed snow falling outside. She loved it when it snowed, but her garb would just not do in weather like this.
Nicknames: Little One, My Sweet, Sweet One
Age: 18 (Looks 12)
Phyisical Description (3rd person): Don't let her cute young looks fool you. She's older than she looks. Maybe because of the fact that she's been cursed as a young child? Or just the fact she inherited her mothers genetics. And some of a father she's never known too. Big eyes that are very emotional. She stands at about 5'5", and looks fragile around others. Or as others tend to see her as too. She wears corsets, long skirts. Her hair she keeps down, which reaches past her butt.
Special Talents: Cloaking herself to not be seen.
House: N/A
Position in the House: N/A
History: Born sometime ago, Akira hadn't been just the one only child in a wealthy family of the Roze clan. A twin sister had been born but didn't make it due to complications. Her biological father passed away only a few weeks later after Akira had been born due to a strange sickness. Her mother fell in love with a man cruel as can be. For the fact of him hoping for Akira to have some resemblance of him, she never called him father either. She's smart and the man had been cruel towards her to begin with. He wanted to sell her into slavery and become a slave to anyone who'd take her. He'd even pay anything to rid of her too.
As she grew up, she picked up on playing the violin and played out on the streets. Those who walked by would pay her in golds and silvers and any other coins. Anywhere outside of her home had been the best place for her. Her mother started to not be a mother towards Akira either. She wanted her daughter to call the man Kayne her father but, little Akira never saw him as such. For being young as she had been it'd never happen. He nearly sold her to this school but she had been away hiding. That had been when she found out she had been able to cloak herself and no one would be able to find her. She'd cloak herself from her mother and scare her when in the hallways.
As she got older, her body had grown into a young adult. But her face well, never seemed to change. It had stayed in it's childlike form, yet innocent looking too. Her "Fathers" abuse had grown towards beatings when he found her. He oh so badly wants to sell her away. And he be well determined to do so too. Anyone want her? They can take her and do whatever they wish. Long as they pay up before they steal her away. Yet it's not like she had been from the poor side either. Though at times her clothing may seem torn up. Due to the fact of she hadn't been worthy enough to ever really wear what had been granted towards her.
Character Writing:
It had been late. The weather cold to the bone. Every time the wind blew, the young girl felt as if the cold were taking chunks out of her every time. Her long black tattered skirt, black corset had been the only thing keeping he warm. She walked by a pub. The pub looked so welcoming she was about to walk in to have some warmth in her belly and to be warm just in general. But she had been stopped before she could ever make it inside. A man had been standing there not wanting to let her in. Akira begged and pleaded she just wanted to get warm. No matter how much she pleaded, the man never did budge.
Her big eyes looked around, the town away from home just seemed so far away. Granted she could cloak herself. But who would not notice a door opening and closing all on it's own? She'd be caught and Akira didn't want that to happen. Her eyes found a tavern inn and went in there. Grabbed some ale and sat by the flaming fire. Her eyes noticed snow falling outside. She loved it when it snowed, but her garb would just not do in weather like this.