Post by Wisia on Sept 21, 2005 20:37:00 GMT -5
Character Name:Wisia
Species:Mortal...
Age: 220
Gender: Male
Description: A dark navy in colour, Wisia's feathery body is sleek and thin; an introvert of the average phoenix. The pea-cock-like feathers sprouting from both ends of his body, the head and tail, are tipped in a springgreen and lightblue colors that annoy the eyes and cause slight grins to cross the lips of anyone in a sardonic mood. Almost like the pounding of a metronome in one's ears, the colors tip the wings and bird of paradise tail featured in Wisia's build. Darker, lighter, darker, lighter; a tricky little night bird of blue fire is he.
Personality: Snarky on the inside, Wisia is introverted almost as much as his markings and colour. Small smiles often play themselves on his beak; silent jokes he holds to himself out of politeness. Alert, though, like a proper bird should be. He explodes at the smallest, and even the largest of things, but is quick to desert anger and is in mostly a joyful mood.
Bio: The loveable oaf of the group in childhood, Wisia sees things he shouldn't see. Greeting these experiences with silence and a blank, almost thoughtfully,confused look Wisia seems to supress anything he shouldn't have seen. Raised pretty and proper like a regal bird, Wisia is quiet and doesn't speak unless he sees a valid reason. Critical parents hinder any extreme or rash actions...mostly.
Greatest Strength: Quick wit and a passive attitude/personality keep Wisia out of trouble. Also a quick sprinting flier, he's prepared to flee if absolutely necissary.
Greatest Weakness: Explodes at the drop of a hat for reasons even the author herself cannot explain*, Wisia has problems catching himself after the fall. Often sadistic perspective on things drives away friends and brings disbelief on things he should maybe believe. *cough*thereslikeahugemonsterbehindyou!*cough* Yeah, right!
Example of Roleplay:
Wisia was never a 'country bird,' never a 'city bird.' He'd always been in between. Now, looking over the expansive - and fiery - lanscape, he found himself wondering which he would've been better off as. Perhaps his parents would've been easier on him if he lived in the middle of nowhere; where things weren't so proper all the time? 'Of course not,' he thought bitterly, 'then they'd just want me to be the better farmhand or something.'
He had to laugh at the thought. It was the kind of giggling, pure sounding laugh that one only uses when they're by themselves. Farmhands? Only humans...
He cocked his head in thought and ruffled his feathers, looking around in boredome. He could see one of the common fires on the land spreading towards him. Leave the tree now? No. He'd not. He could make this a game...
Species:Mortal...
Age: 220
Gender: Male
Description: A dark navy in colour, Wisia's feathery body is sleek and thin; an introvert of the average phoenix. The pea-cock-like feathers sprouting from both ends of his body, the head and tail, are tipped in a springgreen and lightblue colors that annoy the eyes and cause slight grins to cross the lips of anyone in a sardonic mood. Almost like the pounding of a metronome in one's ears, the colors tip the wings and bird of paradise tail featured in Wisia's build. Darker, lighter, darker, lighter; a tricky little night bird of blue fire is he.
Personality: Snarky on the inside, Wisia is introverted almost as much as his markings and colour. Small smiles often play themselves on his beak; silent jokes he holds to himself out of politeness. Alert, though, like a proper bird should be. He explodes at the smallest, and even the largest of things, but is quick to desert anger and is in mostly a joyful mood.
Bio: The loveable oaf of the group in childhood, Wisia sees things he shouldn't see. Greeting these experiences with silence and a blank, almost thoughtfully,confused look Wisia seems to supress anything he shouldn't have seen. Raised pretty and proper like a regal bird, Wisia is quiet and doesn't speak unless he sees a valid reason. Critical parents hinder any extreme or rash actions...mostly.
Greatest Strength: Quick wit and a passive attitude/personality keep Wisia out of trouble. Also a quick sprinting flier, he's prepared to flee if absolutely necissary.
Greatest Weakness: Explodes at the drop of a hat for reasons even the author herself cannot explain*, Wisia has problems catching himself after the fall. Often sadistic perspective on things drives away friends and brings disbelief on things he should maybe believe. *cough*thereslikeahugemonsterbehindyou!*cough* Yeah, right!
Example of Roleplay:
Wisia was never a 'country bird,' never a 'city bird.' He'd always been in between. Now, looking over the expansive - and fiery - lanscape, he found himself wondering which he would've been better off as. Perhaps his parents would've been easier on him if he lived in the middle of nowhere; where things weren't so proper all the time? 'Of course not,' he thought bitterly, 'then they'd just want me to be the better farmhand or something.'
He had to laugh at the thought. It was the kind of giggling, pure sounding laugh that one only uses when they're by themselves. Farmhands? Only humans...
He cocked his head in thought and ruffled his feathers, looking around in boredome. He could see one of the common fires on the land spreading towards him. Leave the tree now? No. He'd not. He could make this a game...
