Post by arianna helen ravenscar on Aug 6, 2011 3:03:36 GMT -5
( ARIANNAhelenRAVENSCAR!? )
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{[/color] HELLO HELLO BABY[/b][/color]
you called i can’t hear a thing i have got not service in the club you see
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full name. Arianna Helen Ravenscar
nicknames. No nicknames
gender. female.
birthday. March 15th
candles. 18
orientation. Heterosexual
occupation. Shadowhunter
member group. Nephilim
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[/color] WHAT WHAT DID YOU SAY[/b][/color]are you breaking up on me sorry i cannot hear you i’m kinda busy
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other important stuff. "Beware the ides of March." the soothsayer had said. For Julius Caesar, he'd meant death. For Arianna's family, it would refer to the date of her birth. Perhaps her parents ought to have taken heed as well. This firecracker of a Nephilim was born in Alicante, but grew up running the streets of London, where her mother ran the Institute.
All her life, she's heard that she's the spitting image of her father, the weaponsmith; the same fair hair, the same stunning blue eyes. Those familiar with her recognize that in personality, she is most certainly her mother's daughter. Bold, brazen, and stubborn are words that come to mind. This Nephilim is not the sort to back down, and thoroughly enjoys a good fight, be it physical or verbal. She is not without kindness, however; in fact, she is quite friendly, and her loyalty is second to none. Slow to anger she may be, but when she does go off, those around her tend to run for cover. Bouts of insatiable curiosity have a tendency to distract her or lead her into rather dangerous adventures.
The handful that she is, it is unsurprising that she's an only child. Much of her childhood was spent running about their family's estate in Idris with her cousins, Matthew and Leandra. The trio were inseparable. Until her mother's appointment to the London Institute effectively separated them, that is. To distract from her sudden loneliness, she threw herself headlong into her training. She proved to be quite skilled, of which her parents were proud. She herself is exceedingly proud of being a Shadowhunter, even though she is a fan of bending the rules on a case-by-case basis.
In battle, she favors close quarters combat and tactics. Martial arts are her speciality, though she is of course skilled with other close quarters weapons, and at least familiar with many forms of weaponry, as are all Shadowhunters. To compliment her fighting style, her father crafted for her a wonderful clawed gauntlet, which he gifted to her on her eighteenth birthday. She's known to have extensive knowledge on demon lore, a particularly profitable result of her curiosity.
There are areas in which she lacks, of course. Enemies who utilize long range weaponry make battle difficult for her. In high stress situations, her temper tends to get the better of her, and training has only managed to reduce this slightly. Pride is held dear, and she does not take personal criticism well. Her biggest fear? Deep water, and drowning; As a child, a lovely winter day of ice skating was cut short when the ice beneath her broke. Her cousins only barely managed to pull her out in time, and she's been traumatized ever since. She will not being going to visit the Seelie Court any time soon.
In her spare time, she can be found reading or strumming on a guitar, which she has recently begun to teach herself. She thoroughly enjoys rock music, and is not at all against hitting up a nice club every now and then. If one were persistent, she may admit that she has a fondness for American comic books and mundane video games, both of which fascinate her.
So, what has brought this lovely Brit State-side? A need for a change of scenery, of course. This newly-minted Shadowhunter has never known another Institute other than the one in London, and she's been itching to get out there.
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[/color] JUST A SECOND[/b][/color]it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play and i cannot text you with a drink in my hand eh
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name/alias. Ser
experience. 6-7 yrs
factoid. I'm almost completely nocturnal!
codeword. ADMIN EDIT
sample.Gwen was quite certain that she should have been frozen by now. Temperatures were hovering around freezing, and her ancient red snow jacket was doing a poor job of keeping her warm. Her ordinary jeans and sneakers weren't improving the situation. She'd been out pounding the pavement all morning, putting in job applications; her meager savings were not going to last much longer. The stress of having to live with such limited funds was beginning to take it's toll. Just thinking about it gave her a headache, and she thought of it often.
A gust of chill wind blew down the street, and she dug her hands deeper into her jacket pockets, shoulders hunched against the cold. She cast her gaze up from where it had been rooted to the sidewalk, surprised to note that she had wandered near a large park. She could tell the park would be beautiful, were it not the dead of winter and covered in a blanket of wretched snow.
Still, she couldn't resist walking through the entryway and into the park proper. It was refreshing to have some breathing room, with no steel and concrete monoliths looming over her. The city had not grown on her just yet. Against her better judgement, the young woman chose a park bench and brushed the snow off it, taking a seat. Perhaps a little rest would take her mind off her situation.
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This character application was made by danger (aka pixified of caution 2.0). The lyrics are from the song “telephone”, which belongs to Lady Gaga. I don’t claim those. But all the rest is mine. Just because I didn’t post it on caution doesn’t make it not mine. Do not remove or edit this credit under any circumstances. Just don’t. I really don’t want to have to dig my shotgun out of the closet and come hunt you down for stealing all of my hard work.
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