Post by phoxx on Sept 5, 2009 14:49:15 GMT -4
Name: Chat Belaville
Race: Harpie
Age: Twelve
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice
Pic: i47.photobucket.com/albums/f185/Rian-chan/Harpie.jpg
Personality: Chat is a feisty little thing. She's terrified of almost everything that moves, and her first instinct is to act as tough as possible in hope of avoiding a fight. She isn't at all social, and tries to keep herself completely hidden from everything. She's easy to trust people though. Chat will fall in love with anything that shows her any form of kindness. When she does get to know someone, her personality changes completely. She becomes talkative, hyper, bouncy, brave...her real-self.
Description: Chat has long blond hair, and dark eyes. She dresses in dark colors because she keeps herself alive mostly by hunting, and stealing. She is short, but she's only twelve so it's expected. She weighs about ninety-three pounds. Her arms are very strong from lifting herself into the air when it's necessary. Chat's dark eyes are meant to be able to hypnotize people and animals into a thoughtless state of mind, but, she had no idea how to do it.
Race Traits: Harpies have wings that sprout from their backs, and attach to their arms. They're wings are small, but thick enough to lift them up. They aren't the most graceful things in the air too. They can have they're feathers mold into their skin. Their bird-like feet also form into the shape of a humans, and aside from they're eyes, they appere like every other human in the world. They are thieves. Harpies are close to silent when they want to be, and they're nimble fingers remain just as quiet when they're rummaging through people's bags, and homes.
History: Chat doesn't remember much of her past. One memory she can recall is that she does have parents. She's sure that they are dead now though. Aside from that blurry image, she has several scars, and burns on her body. Thees indicate that something did happen to her, weather she remembers it or not. Her past is mostly her own made up story that she created to keep herself as sane as she is now.
Chat has one friend. A little fox she named Tale. She met Tale at night, they where both looking for food in the same town. Tale and her got into a little fight over some meat, and Tale actually won. Chat ran into the fox a few more times after that, and occasionally, he will use her as a cover, or shield from things he can't stop like weather. Sometimes he just needs a place to hide, and Chat is more then happy to accept the company.
Again, chat's past is foggy. She has taught herself everything she knows. Some thing's she learned from watching Tale. Her experience in everything is very small, but she knows a lot on how to survive on her own. She's a tough little girl, but is more scared then anything.
