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Post by Shardonnae on Jun 2, 2009 21:41:43 GMT -5
Furcadia Name: Shardonnae Riddick
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Marital Status: Single.
Description (copy word for word your character's desc): oh god. okay.
Weapons: All kinds, are you seriously asking me this? Do I really have to list them, you know, I have a website for a reason....
Skills: LOL! um. Let's just say there is alot
What Can You Offer USAF: Again, alot.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: Cuz I'm bored and I totally know it would be fun rping.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: Five days a week, mon-fri. Mornings, depends on the time i get up. Afterwards around 7 pm CNT
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Hm. Operations, general, specialist in killing, anything that includes for Shard to go and kill shit or teach somebody something. That'd be fun.
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Post by Shardonnae on Jun 2, 2009 22:00:58 GMT -5
Can't edit cuz I don't want to register till I'm sure i'm a member. here's my desc i meant to add: The whispers, telling me to go for the sweet spot, fourth lumber down, just a little left to the spine, the abdominal aorta. Evil incarnated into a human being. Cold, uncaring, cruel and calculating. All but the dead have seen the end of war. Twisted in the mind, the slam had done bunch for her, gave her strength, gave her feral instincts and feralistic reactions. It's an animal thing. Self proclaimed Riddick wanna be? No, this was a creation of Riddick, a spawn of the devil himself. They say most of your brain shuts down in cryosleep, all but the primitive side. They had given her a animalistic view. Kill or be killed. She chose to kill. Body was gorgeous, like a temple, awaiting to be touched, and yet never had been. Curvaceous curves and slim bodice with extradonarily large boobs, Hugging her curves, was a full body leather corset, designed intricately with patterns of vines in a dark green color, crimson roses ending with spikes. Leather was in fact, also, embedded with kelvar composite, the corset showing her boobs quite easily and the shorts of the outfit? Would cut off just after her butt was covered. Tight fitting, it was a wonder the girl could move and breathe easily. Boots with straps around them carried small, hardly seeable from nearby even, lady-like daggers and a black blade, carved with care and love. Bracelets would seem harmless, but in fact there was a trick to them, these bracelets, of which matched her outfit, was in fact a weapon, crafted to be a circular throwing dagger, three blades jutting out with a quick twist. Waist was revealed, showing a muscled slim six pack. Cloak was draped over this, kelvar composite entwined with expensive silk. Armbands of leather was also entwined with kelvar composite, fingers left free to wiggle and snatch. Back holsters would hold two pairs of long blades, hip sheaths holding curved blades, made specially for her. Another hip sheath would be seen, leather and of good quality. Another harness went across her chest, enwrapping about her back and hip ones. Her body was armed with natural strength also, with muscles that would be seen from far away, ripped like a female heavy-weight champion on boxing. But those muscles had been priced and weighed. Marks of daggers, slashes, bites from feralistic things, and vampire fang marks, were seen on this girl. And yet here she still stood, a survivalist till the end. Female had a sort of feral-grace about her, and feral power. It was no doubt she also had a intimidating aire around those who weren't used to battle or seeing so many scars. This convict and murder was nothing to underestimate. Which one caught your eye? No no don't look, christ, what the hell is wrong with you? Her face was carved like a trojan wife, slender smooth skin, not scarred or marred. But her eyes, were quite a beauty. Interesting and very unique, she had these beauties payed for. And what for? To see in the dark. So you can see who's sneaking up on you in the dark? Exactly. Silver glowing eyes, female had quite the looks to stop any man in his tracks, and had the talent to drop a man in his tracks too. Flexibility was quite obvious in the way the female moved and twisted. As heavy as she was, she could twist and bend like a pretzel. Silent as predators were taught to be, this female was not one to mess with alone in the dark. Your not afraid of the dark, are you? Beautiful neck was seen naked and smooth. Remember that moment.And btw, weapon list totally not doing. Because I don't feel like adding all the pictures, just go to #3 on the site, you'll see them. www.freewebs.com/shardonnay
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Post by Devil on Jun 13, 2009 19:15:23 GMT -5
Where's your RP sample?
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