Post by Crim on Aug 31, 2006 17:18:27 GMT -5
Name: Crimilla Von Shant.
Nickname: Crim.
Age: 13.
Species: Human.
Appearance: Crim's eyes are a very pale shade of bluish-teal that have an odd, slightly upward slant, framed by thin eyelashes. Her hair falls in strings that curl inward down to her shoulders and her forehead is covered by some oddly parted bangs, the color of murky, dark water. Her body is slightly slouched, but not to the point in which it is always noticeable. She has tiny hands and feet, hands usually covered in gloves or if not, her tiny nails are painted with a bright blue.
Often seen sporting a teal tee and a black skirt with a pair of slip on school-girl shoes, Crim isn't one to stand out often. Standing at 5'0" exactly, Crim is slightly balanced between short and tall and prefers it that way, rather than listening to people dwell on debating her 'height' issue. She's slightly pale - almost sickly, but nonetheless, she is very healthy. Her nose is small, often appearing slightly upturned depending on the angle to peer at her from - she hates any comments on that aspect of her face, as she can become very self conscience. Rarely, mind you.
Personality: Crim is condecending. She prefers to always be right and will do anything to make someone else appear the fool. With a skilled sense of making anything someone says sound completely ridiculous, it's no wonder most don't understand her sardonic attitude. Her mother doesn't understand her and her father pretends he doesn't know he has a daughter - so really, she has right to act as she does.
Weapons: Her mother considers Crim's stuffed toy ferret to be a secret weapon of mass destruction. Crim swears it's just a stuffed ferret. Which is truely is.
History:
Additional Information: Crim knows nothing of Irkens, but she has drawn images similar to what Irkens look like. Of course, any similarities are entirely accidental. She calls the people in her drawings 'Futumix', he own imagination of 'aliens'.
Role-Playing Sample: Giving a huff, Crim tossed her hands onto his curveless hips and let her tealish eyes roll about as she shook her head, "And you think that make since?" She asked, skeptical. Honestly, the students in Crim's class were less than brilliant. They were... moronic. Idiotically, imbecilicly moronic. Whatever that was worth. Scowling at the girl once more Crim turned back towards the front of the classroom, her shoes scraping the ugly tile floor, "Obviously, you've no idea what you're talking about." She said, giving care not to look at the girl next to her again. Who in their right mind thought Pluto was crashing towards Earth? It was the furthest plant from them and thus had the least likely possibility of dropping randomly a top them all and crushing them.
Or so Crim hoped - just so she'd have the vindictive satisfaction that the girl was utterly and embarassingly wrong.
That would be so satisfying.
Nickname: Crim.
Age: 13.
Species: Human.
Appearance: Crim's eyes are a very pale shade of bluish-teal that have an odd, slightly upward slant, framed by thin eyelashes. Her hair falls in strings that curl inward down to her shoulders and her forehead is covered by some oddly parted bangs, the color of murky, dark water. Her body is slightly slouched, but not to the point in which it is always noticeable. She has tiny hands and feet, hands usually covered in gloves or if not, her tiny nails are painted with a bright blue.
Often seen sporting a teal tee and a black skirt with a pair of slip on school-girl shoes, Crim isn't one to stand out often. Standing at 5'0" exactly, Crim is slightly balanced between short and tall and prefers it that way, rather than listening to people dwell on debating her 'height' issue. She's slightly pale - almost sickly, but nonetheless, she is very healthy. Her nose is small, often appearing slightly upturned depending on the angle to peer at her from - she hates any comments on that aspect of her face, as she can become very self conscience. Rarely, mind you.
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Personality: Crim is condecending. She prefers to always be right and will do anything to make someone else appear the fool. With a skilled sense of making anything someone says sound completely ridiculous, it's no wonder most don't understand her sardonic attitude. Her mother doesn't understand her and her father pretends he doesn't know he has a daughter - so really, she has right to act as she does.
Weapons: Her mother considers Crim's stuffed toy ferret to be a secret weapon of mass destruction. Crim swears it's just a stuffed ferret. Which is truely is.
History:
Additional Information: Crim knows nothing of Irkens, but she has drawn images similar to what Irkens look like. Of course, any similarities are entirely accidental. She calls the people in her drawings 'Futumix', he own imagination of 'aliens'.
Role-Playing Sample: Giving a huff, Crim tossed her hands onto his curveless hips and let her tealish eyes roll about as she shook her head, "And you think that make since?" She asked, skeptical. Honestly, the students in Crim's class were less than brilliant. They were... moronic. Idiotically, imbecilicly moronic. Whatever that was worth. Scowling at the girl once more Crim turned back towards the front of the classroom, her shoes scraping the ugly tile floor, "Obviously, you've no idea what you're talking about." She said, giving care not to look at the girl next to her again. Who in their right mind thought Pluto was crashing towards Earth? It was the furthest plant from them and thus had the least likely possibility of dropping randomly a top them all and crushing them.
Or so Crim hoped - just so she'd have the vindictive satisfaction that the girl was utterly and embarassingly wrong.
That would be so satisfying.
