Post by alira on Dec 8, 2010 16:08:32 GMT -5
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ALIRA KADENZA HARDING
[/center]nicknames: Kaddy, Lira.
age: 20
gender: Female
sexuality: Bisexual
occupation: if applicable.
Species: Fae
Group: The Kadenza Clan (Out of city)
Residence: Doodletown, NYC. A small, quaint home suiting just her and her younger brother.
played by: Megan Fox
appearance: Alira stands about five foot seven inches tall, and is by no means made of just skin. She is quite a buff young woman, always finding time to go to the gym or go for a run when she feels like it. All these years of horse back riding have come in handy because every region of her body is very well toned, but never overly buff. There is nothing pudgy about her, though she can readily eat most men out of house and home. As for her actual looks she is a striking young woman, always putting her looks before her health. Yes she is one of those people. But it's not like she doesn't care for herself. Quite the opposite. She takes great care in looking good, and often putting her looks first also guarantees she is in good health because if she isn't she won't near anyone. But getting back to the looks portion of this little fiasco..
Alira is quite a striking woman, having a face that could melt any man's heart. Her eyes are piercing blue, the color of passion and the ocean. They are actually almost grey, and are almond shaped. Her hair is long and well kept, normally being worn down or in a high ponytail when she is jogging or running. Her hair is also the color of chocolate. She has thick, full lips that have always seen lipstick or chap stick to prevent them from chapping. Her face is rounded with a slight point and curve when reaching her chin. Her general appearance is one of model quality, since she is so striking from having fae blood.
As for what she wears, she wears just about anything, or nothing at all in some cases. Anything she wears looks great on her, but for the most part she mainly wears skirts and alot of denim. She prefers wearing denim actually, finding that it is better to wear denim in the cooler months while wearing something like long johns underneath her clothing so she doesn't freeze. She can normally be seen in tank tops, or halter tops, anything without sleeves pretty much. But when in doubt, she go for a simple outfit like a track outfit or sweats.
Alira is one to never go unarmed. Twenty-four seven there is either a knife or a gun on her in defense from hunters. She also has a three foot long sword similar to a gladius when she needs sword practice, but she does carry it with her when walking and she doesn't really have a problem with anyone wanting to mess with her. As for guns she most always has a semi-automatic pistol tucked away in an unseen holster, even though it is illegal to own a handgun until she would turn 21. The blades she carries are normally about five inches long, depending on how protected she needs to feel.
likes: Music, smokes (any kind really), Money, leather, blood and gore, horse back riding, her stallion Mercutio, Shakespeare, Rembrant her German Sheperd, Night time, the moon.
dislikes: Cheap cigarettes or cigars, wet weather be it snow or rain, crowds, being taken advantage of (leave that to her), men who think women are property, impatience.
goals: To become a Veterinarian and not just an assistant, to have her own horse farm one day.
fears: Hunters, men that are dominating.
personality: Alira is a very hard to read person upon first meeting. One might explain her as gentle faced, the makings of a kind hearted person, but once you get down underneath the skin and away from the surface of things. It is easy to see that she is a social butterfly, never being alone for too long and always seems as though she has a good sense of things. She can also be very out going, friendly, and generally a good person in which to talk to. She is the type of person who likes being around people, especially the type of people who like talking and even those that won't shut up. There are many sides to this girl, but the one in which she rarely shows is her up in your face side that is the one that often gets her in trouble. She is the type of girl that gives people second chances, though this indeed is a rare occassion. She also can forgive a grudge, if what was the grudge can be forgiven. She is also the type of person that can be a feisty friend, often sticking up for her friends even if it means pushing her own beliefs to the side. She is not the type of person to sit back and let her friends be ridiculed and abused, physically or mentally. She likes hurting people to an extent, but if a friend or someone close to her is in peril, she will stand up for what she believes in and help them out, even if it is at a cost on her part. One could also describe her as a masochist, finding the pain that comes from being in a relationship to be something in which she loves. When she is not around other people, Alira feels out of place, finding that she needs someone in which to balance out her quirks. She can get along without other people, though she finds it somewhat difficult to function if she doesn't have someone there to control her temper. When her emotions are under control, she is a very fun loving, loves to laugh type of person. She does make mistakes, however, and knows that she isn't perfect, even though she tries her best to be the most perfect being that she can be.
And here is where the butterflies come out
From the moment she came to to this city, Alira made and lost friends. The ones she kept close are the ones who she knows won't shun her away for being a good friend, yet even though she tries to be a good friend, things seem to fall away as it's almost like there's something wrong with her stomach. She is extremely kind and caring about her friends, whom she treasures more than life itself. She does believe that one must be honest with ones self before she can be friends with anyone. She is an all around good friend and although she loves the company, she finds it a good thing to be there for her friends when they are in need. She does like being independent, but for the most part if she doesn't have a friend around, she doesn't feel complete. She has been known to be a counselor to the other people in her life, whether they need it or not, she always finds something that might need improvement, and this can get very annoying. Alira, like most people, has a sort of whimsical air about her, in short terms this means she can be very prideful and stubborn.
I would be lost without you
Alira doesn't like to express it, but she has to be around someone in order to keep her sanity. It started when she was a little girl. There was always someone there to hold her hand and be her friend, but as she grew up she lost that innocence, and now she has to be near someone or she completely freaks out. It's not that she's afraid to be alone, it's the solemn fact that she will begin to be disfunctional and act completely different than from what she normally does. It's sad to say this behavior can't really be changed, and she wouldn't have it any other way. But yet she refuses to be near a crowd, preferring to want to be with only a few people or a single person at a time.
And they said I was crazy
Yes some people have even gone far enough to call her eccentric. Just her mannerisms are enough for some to question her sanity. Most days when she is boisterous and ready for a good prank, she can start out as quiet and reserved, only letting her humor get the better of her as she finds it in everyday living. She often takes the smallest humor out of a day and blows it out of proportion, making it funnier than it would have originally been. She's never been a quiet person, but uses her ability to be quiet to add to the effects of a what a good joke would bring. Some people have seen that her eccentricity makes her who she is because without it she would be bland and boring, which is something she has been trying to avoid all these years.
relatives:
history: In the summertime in what seems like several years ago, two people made their pledge that they would be married as soon as they had enough money to do so. The man was called Jace and the woman was named Reyah Harding, a woman he had met completely on accident at a local club just a few short months prior to their meeting on the beach. She had a ring on her finger, and a prayer in her mind that this would not be like her previous relationships. It was two months later that the two married, having their wedding on the same beach where he had proposed to her. It was a small ceremony, and only consisted of the closest family members. Among the family members were only a few humans, and they were slaves. Humans had no place in this wedding, for both of the people standing up by the podium were both Fae. They said their i do's and went off to the United States shortly after their honeymoon. For the most part they were in love, but one might say it was lust that was driving the couple more often than not. The settled in the state of Nevada after leaving Germany, which was where both of them had been born to English parents. Their parents had all been in the military, and Jace had been in the military as well, doing his best to stay away from hunters while doing so.
From the moment they had brought their daughter home they knew she was going to be trouble. As she progressed with age, her parents were saddened to see that she had no magical abilities what so ever, but she did have an ability with the local neighborhood boys. It was several days later that they decided to send the growing girl to an actual school where she would be mixed with humans to see how she would do in the real world. It went fairly well, though being as young as she was, she had some trouble making friends, but her schoolastic abilities did not suffer. In fact she was positively a brilliant student as many of her teachers had said for months. By the time it was time for her to graduate she did so at the top of her class, finding that the material she was given was far too easy and that the slight manipulation she had done to her teachers might have had something to do with it.
After school she made for the school of Veterinary medicine, and she also excelled there as well. However, the fact that she didn't want to be a full fledged vet quite yet made her leave school and pursue something more suiting to her liking. She became an exotic dancer at the local strip club making a little more than a thousand dollars a night in just three days. The manager had said she had a natural talent for the job, but did not put her to week nights quite yet since at the time she was still working on her schooling. She worked well with the customers, often sleeping with some of them after her shift was over. She was quite the popular one, and one night she learned that she would be forever popular in the eyes of a particular hunter. It was about ten o'clock in the evening and she was given out personal dances when a man approached her. He was an older gentleman, roughly in his late fourties early fifties, old enough to be her father. He had said that he wanted a dance from her so she took him in the back where she soon learned a dance was not all he wanted. With his hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming, and a knife to her throat, he explained to her that he had just killed her father and raped her mother, leaving her to die. Alira used her force of sexual will and got the man off of her and vanished from the room just in time. She had a small cut on her neck from the blade, but for the most part she was unscathed. She rushed home, hoping in her newly bought Porshe and drove home where she discovered that he had been right. Spread eagle before her was the body of her father, blood covering the majority of his body. He was naked and pinned right in the center of a pentagram etching on the floor. In the corner of the room was her mother, shaking and cold from being naked and raped.
Ever since that night she had vowed that she will find the hunter who did this to her family, and kill him. Luckily that night her little sister was safe in her room, shaking but still unharmed.
your name: Alira or Drake
your age: 22
experience: 9-10 years
Example:
Do I hafta?? ok..
A light amount of snoring came from the Ravenclaw boys dormitory as a heap of blankets began moving slightly, the snoring getting somewhat louder as the face of one of the boys was revealed to the dormitory, his unruly head of hair sticking in different directions. Even though it was about mid-day now, a small handful of students remained in the dorm, slumbering lightly as the sun shined brightly into the windows of the dorm, bits of light reflecting towards the floor. On the floor bits of clothing were scattered. The boys dorm was never close to being clean, but some did their best to keep their clothes off the floor, even if to keep their housemates from tripping and falling. A large black fluff of cat lay next to the snoring covers, ears flicking to the sounds that her master made. Another noise joined the chorus of snores, a loud purr that resenated through the covers and began massaging his stomach. Both feline and master were knocked out cold, the dorm mates sound asleep. It was just then a loud bang erupted from the other side of the dormitory, the door looking as though it was being pushed in. The door swang open, revealing the retreating robes of no doubt a Ravenclaw female that got a jolly out of waking up their fellows students when they were trying to sleep. The cat looked up, growling slightly as her master stirred under the covers, the least affected by the abrupt noise. The pile of covers eventually were peeled away to reveal a very disgruntled, yet handsome, student to the world. He grumbled, obviously annoyed. By this time the dorm was awakened, its inhabitants grouchily getting out of bed. Apparently girls had a knack for not letting the men of the house sleep, this being the second time this happened within a week. The cat purred affectionately as she came beneath her master's chin, rubbing her back along its length, her tail sliding under his chin, sending a shiver up her master's spine. Her master smiled gently, picking her up and placing her on the ground as he reached for a ball with a bell inside of it, tossing it along the length of the wooden floor, watching as she chased after it.
Seeing as how he wasn't going to get anymore sleep this day, Damien pushed his covers away and made to get out of bed when the cat he called Jessie ran under his feet, the ball held firmly in her mouth. Despite having a ball in her mouth, she looked up at him and gave him a meow that could be translated to her hunger. Smiling at the black slender fluff ball, Damien pulled some food down from the top shelf above his bed and shook some into her bowl, watching as the greatful cat began eating. With a wave of his wand after getting it from his bedside table, he conjured some more water for her, watching as it filled to the brim. Satisfied with his cat's needs, he walked over to the dresser, proceeding to get dressed just like he had everyday for the past few years. It was a school day, but for him he had no classes besides the ones in the morning, which he had been up for and had gone to them. A small pile of homework rest on his bed side table, most of it already completed. He had been exceptionally bored in Charms and completed most of his assignments, save for a Potions essay that needed his attention very soon because Potions was just two days away. After getting dressed in a simple pair of dark blue jeans, a white muscle shirt, socks, boxers, and a black denim jacket to finish off his attire, he grabbed his wand and began heading out the door, but not before casting a water charm on one of his sleeping companions. Smiling mischeviously, he walked out the door before his friend could have any recollection of what had happened to him, let alone who did it.
Damien came down the stairs, hands shoved in his pockets as he looked around to see a vacant commonroom staring back at him. Sighing to hismelf, he made the decision to go outside because it was a nice day outside from what he could see through the windows. The pitch looked the most inviting, but deciding against it, he instead made his way to the entrance of the castle, walking passed it and down the hallway until he reached the entrance of the courtyard. He shied slightly as the sun hit his face, putting up a hand to block the light from entering his eyes. When he got to a shady place, he took notice of a girl playing with her cat, watching as the figments of light went back and forth, the cat desperately trying to catch each one. He walked over to the girl, clearing his throat once to get her attention, his eyes traveling from the cat to the young face of the girl. He had never really gotten up the words to ask her first name, but nearly all of his house he knew the last names, as was customary for him. "Hey Seaton, playing with your cat today I see?" He said, leaning against one of the courtyard pillars as his eyes danced back over to the cat.
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