Post by lillium on Aug 31, 2010 20:24:32 GMT -6
Name: Camille de la Fayette
Age/Birthdate: 22, b. August 6
Gender: Female
Preferred Faction: The Seidhrfolk
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Weapon: An AK-103 and a stiletto knife
Appearance: Camille stands at 5’6” and is French. She has long, chocolate brown hair that is usually up in a bun and out of her face, although she does have straight-cut bangs. Her eyes are large, grey, and determined to do well at whatever it is she’s doing at the moment- Well, if not the best. Camille is muscular, although not overly so. It is, for the most part, lean muscle. Her skin is pale, and if she is out in the sun too long without sunscreen, it will burn, but quickly fade to a tan within hours. She keeps her nails short, but sharp and long enough to cut someone’s skin with enough force.
Personality: Camille is a determinator with a scalding temper. She enjoys fighting just for the sake of fighting, but that doesn’t mean she simply does it for the hell of it, or even just for the thrill. After all, she doesn’t enjoy needless suffering- It’s just needless, after all. Camille is also very stubborn, and absolutely hates backing down. If she’s gotten herself into a mess, she has to get herself out. No giving up! Occasionally, her determination coupled with her temper will make her be reckless at times- Actually, most of the time she is very reckless. She’s impulsive, and believes in living life to the fullest. Bon vivant!
History: Camille was born into a French family that had once been well off, but had recently fallen into ruin. She was born on August 6 in Haute-Loire, a department of France. Soon after she was born, her family moved to America. As she grew older, her parents began gaining a bit more wealth once more. When she was 10, her mother was murdered and so her father had Camille learn Krav Maga and how to shoot to defend herself in case she should get into any trouble.
Eventually, she ran into an inexperienced Seidhrfolk fighting a demon. Using the skills that she had been honing for the past twelve years, she helped kill it. Camille realized it was a job she’d love- Getting to go around and fight demons. Certainly gets the adrenaline rush going.
Sample Post: Camille had been minding her own business. Trying to, at least. It was hard to when you were walking home and suddenly you saw a freaky. . What the fuck was that thing, anyway? It was scary looking, and Camille had been thrown into shock for a few seconds, she remembered later. But after that shock, she realized she had to fight it.
There was someone else, too. Someone fighting with a sword. She snorted. Who the hell used swords nowadays? This wasn't 1502 ad, right? And fencing was totally useless, especially if you were fighting. . An animal. It was a dog-thing, Camille decided, but it had the tail of a seal. It was really fucking freaky, anyway. And once Camille looked closer, she saw that there were more of them. Actually, it looked like they saw her, too. She smiled. An opportunity to use her damn skills.
The sword person didn't seem to notice her, or if he did, he didn't care. He looked pretty young- Maybe her age?- And he seemed caught up in what he was doing. So Camille decided to take the initiative, and she pulled out her gun, and began shooting like hell in between the eyes. That seemed to work. But they were fast- Faster than her, at least, and she had to resort to using actual martial arts. Thank God for 12 years of Krav Maga, she thought, and although it was based off of fighting humans, she was still now strong enough to kick something's ass.
After much fighting, it seemed that the other guy had noticed her, and Camille looked over at him. Holy fuck. She took back what she'd said about swords before. That had been damn effective, and more so than her gun and body. Well, fuck. She'd just have to improve upon both of those things.
Passwords: dusk; lira; loli-ism; placido
Age/Birthdate: 22, b. August 6
Gender: Female
Preferred Faction: The Seidhrfolk
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Physical Traits Strength: ••• Dexterity: ••• Stamina: ••• | Social Traits Composure: •• Manipulation: • Presence: ••• | Mental Traits Intellegence: •• Wits: •• Resolve: ••• |
Talents Alertness Athletics Awareness Brawl Intuition Leadership | Skills Firearms Martial Arts: Krav Maga Survival Tracking | Knowledges History Investigation Linguistics: French |
Weapon: An AK-103 and a stiletto knife
Appearance: Camille stands at 5’6” and is French. She has long, chocolate brown hair that is usually up in a bun and out of her face, although she does have straight-cut bangs. Her eyes are large, grey, and determined to do well at whatever it is she’s doing at the moment- Well, if not the best. Camille is muscular, although not overly so. It is, for the most part, lean muscle. Her skin is pale, and if she is out in the sun too long without sunscreen, it will burn, but quickly fade to a tan within hours. She keeps her nails short, but sharp and long enough to cut someone’s skin with enough force.
Personality: Camille is a determinator with a scalding temper. She enjoys fighting just for the sake of fighting, but that doesn’t mean she simply does it for the hell of it, or even just for the thrill. After all, she doesn’t enjoy needless suffering- It’s just needless, after all. Camille is also very stubborn, and absolutely hates backing down. If she’s gotten herself into a mess, she has to get herself out. No giving up! Occasionally, her determination coupled with her temper will make her be reckless at times- Actually, most of the time she is very reckless. She’s impulsive, and believes in living life to the fullest. Bon vivant!
History: Camille was born into a French family that had once been well off, but had recently fallen into ruin. She was born on August 6 in Haute-Loire, a department of France. Soon after she was born, her family moved to America. As she grew older, her parents began gaining a bit more wealth once more. When she was 10, her mother was murdered and so her father had Camille learn Krav Maga and how to shoot to defend herself in case she should get into any trouble.
Eventually, she ran into an inexperienced Seidhrfolk fighting a demon. Using the skills that she had been honing for the past twelve years, she helped kill it. Camille realized it was a job she’d love- Getting to go around and fight demons. Certainly gets the adrenaline rush going.
Sample Post: Camille had been minding her own business. Trying to, at least. It was hard to when you were walking home and suddenly you saw a freaky. . What the fuck was that thing, anyway? It was scary looking, and Camille had been thrown into shock for a few seconds, she remembered later. But after that shock, she realized she had to fight it.
There was someone else, too. Someone fighting with a sword. She snorted. Who the hell used swords nowadays? This wasn't 1502 ad, right? And fencing was totally useless, especially if you were fighting. . An animal. It was a dog-thing, Camille decided, but it had the tail of a seal. It was really fucking freaky, anyway. And once Camille looked closer, she saw that there were more of them. Actually, it looked like they saw her, too. She smiled. An opportunity to use her damn skills.
The sword person didn't seem to notice her, or if he did, he didn't care. He looked pretty young- Maybe her age?- And he seemed caught up in what he was doing. So Camille decided to take the initiative, and she pulled out her gun, and began shooting like hell in between the eyes. That seemed to work. But they were fast- Faster than her, at least, and she had to resort to using actual martial arts. Thank God for 12 years of Krav Maga, she thought, and although it was based off of fighting humans, she was still now strong enough to kick something's ass.
After much fighting, it seemed that the other guy had noticed her, and Camille looked over at him. Holy fuck. She took back what she'd said about swords before. That had been damn effective, and more so than her gun and body. Well, fuck. She'd just have to improve upon both of those things.
Passwords: dusk; lira; loli-ism; placido